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III. The Pain of Losing Myself
The weekend finally arrived, and we were told that the Three Musketeers would be returning to the villa that evening. So, starting in the morning, we began
full preparations: washing, dressing, putting on makeup, and repeatedly enemas. I carefully applied lipstick to my lips, nipples, and labia
, then sprayed perfume on my armpits, breasts, genitals, anus, and thighs, waiting in the bedroom. Helen, of course,
wouldn't let me off the hook, still running over again and again with the crisp sound of steel rings, straddling my face, and
feeding me until I was full with her excrement. After each feeding, I quickly brushed my teeth and reapplied lipstick; I couldn't let the Three Musketeers'
penises go into a mouth that was so smelly and stinky. In the afternoon, John suddenly returned early, bringing enough food
for a week , and two strange men. He led the two men into my bedroom, with Carmen and Helen
following respectfully behind. I was sitting on the bed, quickly turning my wide-spread legs towards them, placing my hands behind my back
so that my breasts and genitals could be clearly seen by them. John looked satisfied and, in front of the two men,
stroked my breasts and rubbed my clitoris. I quickly raised my hips and offered my genitals. John
inserted two fingers into both my vagina and anus simultaneously, rotating and probing them for a while before
pulling saying to the two strangers, "If you're happy, you can have her as you please." The two
men were very excited and, without saying a word, stripped naked. One of them went to the toilet to urinate, but John stopped him,
saying, "Why not put it in Mary's mouth?" The man hesitated for a moment, then came over and put his penis in my mouth. After a
long time urinated a large amount of urine, and then his penis quickly became erect. I held his penis and began to swallow and spit it out.
The other man climbed onto the bed, lifted my buttocks, and, while admiring the purplish-blue welts on my body, thrust his penis into
my vagina and began to pump wildly. Soon I felt pleasure and couldn't help but groan loudly. After
a while , they changed positions. One of them lay on his back on the bed, making me straddle him and
move my vagina around his penis back and forth. The other man was behind me, inserting his penis into my anus and thrusting vigorously. They did this for over an hour before
they ejaculated into my mouth, which I swallowed entirely. My anus ached, but my anus felt good, so I lay sprawled on the bed,
my genitals exposed to everyone. The two men were very satisfied, praising John's excellent work and suggesting that Mary's
buttocks be branded, and that her nipples and genitals be adorned with rings to make her even more sexy. John replied that these things were already
prepared and that he would be even more satisfied when he saw Mary again. He also mentioned that there would be a large party here sometime next month and
invited them to attend. The two men readily agreed, thanked him, and left. John then ordered the three of us to
move food, prepare dinner, and then wash up and wait in the living room. As dusk approached, we went to the living room. John
used the chains from our collars to fasten each of us to iron rings on three pillars. He made us sit on the carpet with our backs to the pillars
, legs spread, and then handcuffed our hands to the back of the pillars before leaving us there. The carpet
tickled my bottom, and since I couldn't scratch it, all my attention was focused on my buttocks and genitals. After a while,
I strangely felt as if my labia and clitoris were burning, and my vaginal opening began to moisten. We sat like this for about an hour when
we heard voices outside. The Three Musketeers walked in, talking and laughing. They completely ignored our presence, as if we
were just three statues or decorations that had always been on the pillars. They raised their glasses,
ate their steaks and bread with relish, and began to discuss. John started by talking about what had happened that afternoon, saying that Mary's performance was acceptable, that
she had basically forgotten her shame and pride. Paul interjected, suggesting they consider lifting the punishment of making her drink urine and eat feces. John said
it needed a week of consolidation. Bill argued that prolonged urine and feces consumption would cause malnutrition, dull and sagging skin, breast atrophy, and affect
her appearance. He suggested replacing it with daily whipping, constant binding, or some other method. Everyone largely agreed. John
then mentioned the other two's suggestion that Mary needed branding and steel rings. Bill chimed in, saying they would complete this process for Mary that night.
However, regarding the type of rings for Mary's nipples, Paul suggested gold rings, as Mary was the only
virgin to have entered, and this should be a distinction. John disagreed, believing that gold rings would give Mary a sense of superiority
, fostering vanity and ego,
thus negating all their previous efforts. Ultimately, they decided to give Mary the same silver rings as Carmen and Helen, signifying equality among slaves. They also tattooed the word "virgin" between Mary's vulva and anus, so that
it would be visible and remembered during use, thus distinguishing her. Bill then said that Mary's labia had two holes drilled in each,
requiring four steel rings. Paul wondered if that would be too heavy and inconvenient for genital use. Bill suggested using thinner
steel rings so that the weight of two rings would be similar to the original single ring. Everyone agreed. John then talked about
the large , saying that it would be attended by people in the industry, and they should be given something new. Everyone agreed and decided
that Bill would be in charge of planning, with the final draft to be completed in the next two days. They ate and talked, and soon the three musketeers, having finished their meal, got up and came over.
Bill first checked the openings on my nipples, clitoris, and labia. Before he left last week, he had instructed Carmen to take good care
of these openings. Carmen, a former nurse, was very knowledgeable and changed the sterile plugs in my openings every day, so each opening
healed very well and grew very smoothly, as if it were natural. Bill was very satisfied after seeing it, considering it
his most brilliant work. Then he unfastened the shackles on my hands, told me to stand up, face down against the pillar,
and hug . He then re-locked my hands behind my back with shackles, and used several chains to
firmly bind my waist, thighs, and feet to the pillar, making it impossible for my buttocks to move. Then he brought out a furnace and placed it behind me, putting the branding iron mold with the pattern of
three longswords inside. This mold was custom-made by Bill,
much larger than the ones Carmen and Helen used. Bill said it was because I was slightly taller and had fuller hips than them, and the original
mold wasn't aesthetically pleasing enough, so he specially redesigned this new one. It still featured three crossed longswords, but with the abbreviation of the Three Musketeers in
cursive capital letters. He then used a pen and ruler to draw on my buttocks and made some marks. Everything was ready, and I just waited for the branding iron
mold to heat up red-hot. My heart was pounding, and my whole body was trembling. Finally, the mold was heated until it was bright red. I felt
a surge heat approach my left buttock, followed by an excruciating, searing pain that spread throughout my body. I was terrified,
screamed in agony, and lost consciousness. After an unknown amount of time, I awoke. The pain in my left buttock hadn't lessened at all, but my
right buttock was still unburned, and the smell of burning flesh filled the air. It turned out they had been waiting for me to wake up before branding my right buttock.
Thus, Paul had two opportunities to witness my screams of agony. He filmed the entire branding process with a camera, something
I only learned later. When Bill saw I was awake, he immediately picked up the red-hot branding iron and
mercilessly pressed it down on my right buttock. A wisp of purple smoke rose, accompanied by the sizzling sound of burning flesh and my pitiful screams, and
I fainted again. After an unknown amount of time, I awoke to find myself locked in a different position, against
a pillar . My hands were chained to an iron ring high on the pillar, my left leg was raised from the left side to form a 180-
degree angle with my body and right leg, my left foot and hands were chained together, and my right foot, toes touching the ground, was chained to an iron ring at the bottom of the pillar,
like an acrobat or dancer performing a one-legged stance. My buttocks were still excruciatingly painful, as if my entire buttocks
had been burned. A throbbing pain lingered between my legs as Bill used some instrument to tattoo
the word "virgin" between my anus and vulva. It was painful, but
nothing compared to the branding I'd just experienced. After finishing, Bill brought out silver and steel rings. He threaded two silver rings onto my
nipples and five steel rings onto my clitoris and labia. The largest, thick, oval steel ring was on my clitoris,
large enough for a penis to pass through; the four smaller, thinner rings were on my labia, stacked
together also allowing a penis to pass through. The silver rings were easy to attach and detach, but the steel rings were
made of two specially designed semi-circular interlocking mechanisms with hidden locks. Once locked, they could never be opened unless filed down. As Bill
threaded the rings, he explained—no, he was explaining—to the audience behind the camera, because Paul was filming us with
a camera . Bill suggested that at next month's party, they should arrange a segment where everyone could watch videos of Mary's virginity feast,
being whipped, sitting on a board of nails, swallowing excrement and urine, being branded, and having steel rings pierced. John and Paul both agreed, but also
regretted not having recorded these events involving Carmen and Helen in the past, as they had only bought the camera six months ago
and had previously only taken some photos. The three musketeers also unanimously agreed that Mary's current one-legged stance was very
artistic , fully displaying her genitals while also being aesthetically pleasing. Carmen and Helen's legs weren't as long
or as straight as Mary's, so throughout next month's party, Mary would be displayed in this pose in the most prominent place
for everyone to enjoy. The three musketeers grew increasingly excited as they talked. Bill squatted down and began playing with the five steel rings on my vulva. The
rings clinked together, producing a clear, pleasant tinkling sound. Bill first stacked the four round steel rings on my labia together, then
placed the oval steel ring on top of my clitoris. He then inserted his finger through the rings into my anus, pumping it in and out.
The five steel rings tugged at my labia and clitoris, giving my vulva intense stimulation. A tingling, itchy sensation slowly spread
throughout my body. After a while, Bill released the four round rings from my labia and inserted his finger into the oval ring
, pumping it in and out. The steel rings pulled at my clitoris, still giving me a tingling, itchy feeling. My anus didn't
hurt as much as before; it even felt somewhat comfortable inside. Later, Bill simply stacked the five rings back to their original positions and used them to penetrate
both my anus and anus,
pumping vigorously back and forth. It felt so good; soon I seemed to forget the burning pain in my buttocks and couldn't help but groan.
Paul put down the camera, untied Helen and Carmen from the other two pillars, led them over, handed Helen to John,
told Carmen to continue filming, and came to my side. He stroked my breasts and the two silver rings on my nipples, murmuring
that the rings were originally worn by Eileen, whose breasts were as white, soft, full, and lovely as mine.
Hearing this, I couldn't help but burst into tears, feeling how honorable and proud I had been of the pain I had just endured. Bill,
increasingly aroused by his finger insertion, suddenly turned my body around, pulled out his erect penis from his pants, and inserted it into my anus from my left
rear , thrusting vigorously. Paul, unable to restrain himself, pulled out his hard, thick penis, slipped it into
the five steel rings in my vagina, and thrust it into my vagina from the front, pumping back and forth forcefully. They
moved back and forth, one advancing and the other retreating, their movements perfectly coordinated. Bill caressed my left nipple, while Paul kneaded my right breast. My
entire genitals ignited with each thrust, my whole body tingling and numbing, as if about to explode, about
to melt away. A wondrous, never-before-experienced pleasure spread throughout my body, seeping from every pore
. It was so intoxicating, so wonderful, that I couldn't help but moan and cry out, "Ah, I'm going to die! I'm going to die!
..." Paul and Bill, their excitement growing, thrust even more violently, going at it for over half an hour straight. I experienced one orgasm
after another, reaching the peak of pleasure time and time again. My mind went blank; my breasts, uterus, vagina, and anus almost merged
into one, contracting and convulsing with each thrust. My body felt like it was floating on clouds, drifting in a blissful paradise.
Finally, I lost consciousness in the climax of ecstasy. When I regained consciousness, Bill and Paul
had already ejaculated into both my orifices, sitting exhausted on the sofa. My vagina was still involuntarily
contracting, like the lingering echo of a beautiful piece of music. Both orifices remained open, semen mixed with my
vaginal fluid flowing out, soaking my right leg and dripping onto the carpet below. Drips also
fell from the steel ring on my labia, wetting the carpet. This experience was unforgettable. Imagine, who else could simultaneously experience such
unbearable pain and this excruciating pleasure, soaring between the extremes of pain and joy?
I felt like the happiest person in the world, incredibly honored and satisfied. John was now reaching his peak with Helen.
Helen bent over on the sofa, John's penis, encased in the steel ring, thrusting vigorously. Helen was in ecstasy,
screaming with earth-shattering pleasure, her vaginal fluids dripping onto the carpet. John also began to groan loudly, finally ejaculating onto her buttocks with
a shout and a spasm. Helen collapsed to the floor. Paul ordered Carmen to
untie me and put me down. After Carmen removed my hands and left leg from the pillar, my legs went numb, and I
collapsed onto the carpet like a rag doll. The Three Musketeers went back to their room to rest, and Carmen helped me back to the bedroom. She washed me in the bathroom, looking at me
tenderly , gently stroking my breasts and genitals. Then she softly begged me to touch her,
guiding my hand to her genitals. I touched her labia, feeling their wetness, and remembered that she had been watching me all night,
witnessing my entire ordeal. Without the Three Musketeers' attention, how could I not be burning with desire? Remembering her usual
care for me, a feeling of tenderness welled up within me. I knelt before her genitals, parting her clitoris and labia...
I put a large steel ring on her vulva, licked her clitoris and labia with my tongue, and stroked her small, delicate breasts with my hands, rubbing
her nipples adorned with silver rings with my fingers. Soon she cried out in pleasure. I then used my fingers
to thrust in and out of her vagina, just like the Three Musketeers had done to me. Her vagina was wide enough that three fingers could easily fit inside. I understood why the Three Musketeers
always used her anus. She seemed to know what I was thinking and told me that it was because her ex-boyfriend loved fist-fucking and had made
her dilated. But she said that fist-fucking was really exciting and stimulating. Eileen had done it for her before, and she begged me to do it for her.
I was afraid to do it for her, but I couldn't resist her repeated pleas, so I tried to put my hand into her vagina. Her
vagina was wide and moist, and my hand went in easily. It was soft and slippery inside. I curiously explored inside,
touching her cervix with my fingers. I gently inserted one finger into her cervix, and she groaned softly.
I then withdrew my finger, clenched it into a fist, and gently moved it around. She begged me to thrust harder, so I gradually increased the force of my thrusts, from slow to fast
and from . She became increasingly excited, her vagina secreting copious amounts of lubrication. Suddenly
, she cried out loudly, and I knew she had reached her climax. Just then, we heard the clanging of metal rings at the door. I exclaimed, "Oh no!" before pulling my hand out of
Carmen's vagina. Helen was already standing barefoot behind us. Carmen and I were terrified, our faces ashen,
completely at a loss. I quickly pulled my hand out of Carmen's vagina. Helen had seen everything. She glared at
us with jealousy for a moment, said nothing, snorted, and turned to leave. Hearing her return to the room with the clanging of the metal rings, Carmen
tearfully apologized to me, saying she had dragged me into this. I could only comfort her, saying that at worst, she would only get a beating, and she had already
endured . She then buried her face in my chest and cried like a child, saying I was a good person and that she was sorry. She stroked
my breasts, murmuring as if in a dream that she had fallen in love with me the moment she saw me, and that she dreamed of making love with me.
Today I had satisfied her, and she would repay me for the rest of her life. I understood why she was always so kind to me; she was a
lesbian, and her relationship with the Three Musketeers was merely obedience, never true pleasure. I felt sorry for her, but I didn't know whether I should
accept her, because I had never considered loving someone of the same sex. Seeing my silence, Carmen bent down and began
sucking on my clitoris and labia. Exhausted, I pushed her away, saying I was too tired to continue. She
obediently stood up, helped me onto the bed, applied medicine to my whip marks and burns, and, as usual, chained my collar to
the headboard, tied my hands to the bed rails, and my feet to the chains at the back of the bed, before returning to rest.

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