Female slave number twenty-eight (1-11)

Slave Girl No. 28

Prologue

In Exhibition Room No. 4, Xu Jingyuan and six other sisters knelt naked against the wall in a row. Their
hands were handcuffed behind their backs with short chains attached to the middle of their collars, hooked with a climbing hook
. Because the chains were short, to avoid suffocation, they had to raise
their handcuffed hands as high as possible and thrust their chests out. The girls knelt on a wooden board covered with sponge pads, their feet shackled with
heavy leg irons, the two rings of which were firmly secured by clamps at the back of the board. Each had a bamboo basket in front of
them containing items such as leather whips, rattan whips, dildos, and candles.

Kneeling like this, waiting to be chosen by customers…

Hour after hour passed. Their knees ached, then became numb; their backs ached from kneeling, then became
numb … They themselves didn't know whether they hoped a customer would choose them or if they were willing to kneel here forever
.

The boss's new rule: When a customer arrives, you must do everything in your power to ensure they choose you.
Anyone who isn't chosen even once before midnight will be severely beaten; anyone complained
about will also be beaten in front of them until the customer begs to stop, or until they beg for another
service and are satisfied. Anyone who isn't chosen for ten consecutive days, or who receives four consecutive
complaints about being unsatisfied, will be used as a "living example" for newcomers—tortured to death in front of them . Every girl here will surely remember the gruesome sight of those "living examples" tortured to death
when they first arrived . 　Yes, being chosen is like having a layer of skin peeled off. The girls all understand: don't expect customers to be satisfied with just sex in bed; the customers at this club are mostly into masochism. The services offered by the club alone were already extremely torturous, and the guests would occasionally come up with new tricks ... 　　The sound of the iron gate next door closing came from outside the exhibition hall, and... "Mr. Wang, could you be a little more specific? Even just describing a celebrity's face would give me a concrete image in my mind. We have many female slaves here, and I know what they all look like..." 　　"I'll choose myself. I haven't been here in a long time. Let's see how many new arrivals you have , haha. Anyway, I have nothing to do this weekend, I can spend both days here, a little extra time won't hurt..." 　　"Haha, Mr. Wang is so dashing! But speaking of which, there's a newcomer in booth number seven. Come, this way, please..." 　　With that, Director Zhang appeared at the door of booth number four, holding a rattan whip in his right hand and an iron chain in . It was clear that "Mr. Wang" had already chosen a female slave; he intended to have one master and multiple slaves. 　　The waiter opened the iron door to booth number four, and the female slave he was leading crawled over from behind, kneeling and prostrating herself at the doorway, her long, flowing hair spread out on the floor, motionless. Xu Jingyuan, like the other sisters, kept her head down, and out of the corner of her eye , she saw that it was Feng Weiwei, booth number seven from booth number one. When Xu Jingyuan was first brought in, one of booth numbers seven and eleven had to be chosen as a living example for the newcomers. It had already been decided that number seven would be used , but coincidentally, an old customer called specifically requesting her to serve, thus saving her life. Unfortunately, number eleven became the living example for her. She guessed that the old customer who had arrived now was that person. 　　Xu Jingyuan saw a leg covered in thick hair step out from behind Feng Weiwei. 　　"Slaves, greet Mr. Wang..." 　　"Slaves welcome Mr. Wang!" the seven girls chorused, bowing respectfully before straightening up, their eyes lowered, awaiting the guest's selection. 　　Xu Jingyuan's heart pounded with anxiety, wondering who Mr. Wang would choose... 　　Just then, Mr. Wang suddenly uttered an "Hmm?" and walked straight to Xu Jingyuan, stopping in front of her. 　　Director Zhang seized the opportunity to introduce her: "This is her, a new arrival. Are you interested?" 　　Xu Jingyuan's eyes were lowered, her heart pounding; she wasn't even sure if she wanted to be chosen . 　　A thunderous voice boomed in her ears: "It's... Miss Xu?"

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