First taste 2

II. Forgetting my pride
, I don't know how long I slept. The next day, I opened my eyes and woke up to find the sun already high in the sky, probably around
noon . I discovered that my hands and feet were still bound, in the same position I had been in the night before, and a burning
pain shot through my genitals. I knew this was not a nightmare. Footsteps, the clanking of chains, and the tinkling of wind chimes followed. The door opened, and
Helen and Carmen entered. They untied me and helped me to the bathroom to shower. My hands and feet had been bound all night, leaving them swollen
, numb, and powerless. Carmen and Helen had to wash me themselves. Carmen gently stroked my soft, white
breasts , making soft, admiring sounds. She then rubbed my buttocks, sighing, "What a pity about these soft, white buttocks;
they're about to change their appearance." I couldn't help but look Carmen over. She was only in her early twenties, with brown skin, a
fit figure, and a gentle, beautiful face. She didn't wear silver rings on her face. Her other features were similar to Helen's.
Her breasts were slightly smaller, but they were also tattooed with three long swords, and each nipple had two silver rings. Her genitals also
had three large steel rings on her clitoris and labia. Her buttocks, back, and thighs were covered in whip marks, and her buttocks had the brand of three long swords and
numerous blood spots. I don't know why, but I developed trust and affection for her, and blurted out, "Can you help me escape
?" She quickly covered my mouth, her face turning pale with fright, but it was too late. Helen coldly said from the side,
"I'm sorry, since I've already heard it, I have no choice but to report to my master. You will be severely
punished ." Carmen also looked at me helplessly and whispered, "I'm sorry, I also have to report to my master,
otherwise I will suffer the same punishment as you." I fell silent. I knew that begging them was useless, especially since I
saw a gloating look in Helen's eyes. After the bath, Helen brought a hose and told me to stick my buttocks up, saying she
was going to give me an enema. I asked why, and she said I would understand in a moment. Without further ado, she inserted the hose into my painful
anus. I was powerless to resist and could only let her do as she pleased. She turned on the tap and filled my stomach until it
was swollen and painful. Then she pulled out the hose, told me to sit on the toilet and empty it, then inserted it again, filled it up, and told me to empty it again. This
was repeated four times until she was sure that everything I passed was clear water, without a trace of feces, before she let me go. I
hadn't eaten since last night, and my stomach was completely empty. Next, Helen gave Carmen an enema, and then Carmen
gave Helen an enema, both repeatedly. I knew this was routine. Finally, they helped me back to the bedroom
and onto the bed. Only then did I notice a large patch of blood where I had lain the night before. Carmen told me to lie down, spread
my genitals , and then applied some medicine to my vulva and anus. Helen watched from the side, her face showing jealousy and envy
, which frightened me. After Carmen finished applying the medicine, she seemed a little aroused, looking at me tenderly, which made me very
embarrassed , and my face unconsciously turned red. Carmen helped me comb my hair and did my makeup, then the two of them helped me to eat. I was starving,
but my hands and feet had been bound all night, and I couldn't even hold a piece of bread. Carmen fed me bite by bite. After dinner, we went back to the bedroom,
where John, Bill, and Paul were already waiting. John announced to me, "Now you will begin the most basic training. Your
name is now Mary. What you must do now is forget yourself, forget your pride, forget your shame. What you must always remember
is that you are just a genital, only know how to obey. You only have breasts, genitals, and mouth. Any other part is
superfluous , useless, and should be bound or whipped. You must always show us your genitals,
waiting for us to use them at any time." Bill brought me a collar and chains and put them on me, then
put . Then he led me into a spacious living room. There were four large pillars on the four sides of the living room. The pillars
were very thick, and each pillar had many iron rings on its top and bottom, some of which were connected to chains. Bill
stopped , told me to face it with my buttocks towards the center of the hall, and wrap my arms around it. Then he
tightly bound my hands together and fastened them to iron rings behind my back, and chained my feet to the same rings. This way, I could only
move my buttocks from side to side; the rest of my body was immobilized. I knew my buttocks were about to suffer, and my legs began to tremble
involuntarily . Helen brought out various whips—horsehair whips, leather whips, rope whips, and so on—of different thicknesses and lengths
. John picked up a thin horsewhip, weighing it in his hand. Helen seized the opportunity to say, "Master, I must
report that while Mary was bathing, she begged Carmen to help her escape." Carmen quickly added, "Yes, she
said, 'Can you help me escape?'" John sneered and said to me, "You still want to run away, don't you?" I
hurriedly replied, "No! I dare not run away." "You're lying!" John shouted, "You deserve a greater punishment."
John switched to a thicker horsewhip and began to lash my buttocks and thighs. He deliberately struck a
different spot each time, and each strike was equally forceful, causing me excruciating pain. I writhed in vain,
screaming loudly, tears streaming down my face. After John had given me twenty lashes, Bill immediately came over with a leather whip and lashed
it across my back, buttocks, and thighs. Each lash felt like a searing iron, and he deliberately paused
after , making me tremble with fear as I awaited the next. Bill finally finished his twenty lashes, and Paul immediately
came over with a long, rather heavy leather whip. He sneered and said to me, "For your mistake yesterday, I
will punish you doubly." He raised the whip high and lashed me with all his might. Each lash tore my skin open, and
I cried out for mercy, but he showed no mercy, giving me a full forty lashes. John then ordered Carmen and Helen to continue whipping me.
Carmen hesitated for a moment, but Helen quickly ran over, grabbed a riding crop, and began to lash me mercilessly. Each lash
targeted my sensitive spots, and my armpits, ribs, and inner thighs were quickly covered in bloody welts. She whipped me
like a madwoman, beating me until I cried uncontrollably and lost consciousness. I don't know how much time passed
before I woke up to find myself lying face down on the carpet. John was having sex with Helen, who was lying on her back on the sofa. He had
overlapped the three steel rings on Helen's vulva, allowing his penis to pass through and penetrate her vagina. With each thrust, the steel rings moved
, stimulating her clitoris and labia. Helen was lost in the throes of orgasm, moaning loudly,
the . Bill was also having sex with Carmen. Carmen was lying face down on the sofa, sucking Paul's penis while
thrusting her hips up, placing the steel ring from her clitoris onto Bill's penis and pumping it in and out of her anus.
As soon as Paul saw that I was awake, he immediately pulled his penis out of Carmen's mouth, walked to my side, grabbed my hair, and made me kneel down.
He then began oral sex, his penis at least two inches in diameter and about nine inches long, filling my mouth completely and reaching all the way
down my throat. He was in high spirits, grabbing my hair with both hands and thrusting wildly back and forth. A moment later,
he yelled and ejaculated into my mouth. I didn't dare hesitate and quickly swallowed it. He looked at me with a smug
smile and left. Bill beckoned me over, and I lay down on the sofa next to Carmen. He
pulled his penis out of Carmen's anus and the metal ring, then thrust it into mine. Holding my bloodied buttocks, he began to thrust violently. My
anus, still recovering from old wounds, was now being pricked with new ones; each thrust felt like being stabbed with needles, excruciatingly painful. Yet, he
was adept at prolonged penetration, pounding into me for a full half hour before finally ejaculating into my anus. At this moment, John, ignoring Helen,
came over with his erect penis and thrust it into my vagina from behind, pounding away like a madman. He pounded
four or five hundred times in one go, finally ejaculating and spilling his semen all over my injured buttocks. The three musketeers had been torturing me from afternoon until evening,
and were exhausted, so they went back to their rooms to rest. Before leaving, Bill gave Carmen a bottle of medicine and told her to apply it to my wounds, saying
it was his latest wound medicine that would speed up the healing so they could continue to whip and use my
buttocks. Carmen and Helen carried me back to the bedroom, and Carmen carefully cleaned my wounds with cotton balls soaked in Bill's medicine.
My entire back was covered in welts, my buttocks were covered in bloody welts, and my legs were covered with crisscrossing, swollen whip
marks, many of which were oozing blood. I really wanted to die, but I didn't even have the strength to do so.
By the third day, the whip marks on my body had scabbed over, some turning bluish-purple. After Helen and Carmen helped me wash up
, John and Paul came in. As soon as I saw them, I instinctively pressed my legs together. John said sternly,
"Mary, open your legs and lift your genitals." My face flushed red, and I slowly opened my legs and lifted my hips.
John sneered, "It seems yesterday's whipping didn't make you forget your self and shame. Today, I'll give you a deeper punishment."
I cried out, "No! No! I'll change, I'll change right away! I'll do whatever you ask." Without another word
, John grabbed my chains and dragged me into the hall. Bill was already waiting there; many instruments were laid out on the table.
I knew there was no escaping it, so I stopped struggling and shouting. Bill made me lie on the carpet between two pillars,
then forcefully spread my legs 180 degrees, chained my feet, and secured them firmly to iron rings on the pillars at both ends. He
also chained my hands with long chains, tightened them, and secured them to two other pillars in the distance. My arms and legs were stretched
taut, like the feeling before being torn apart by four horses. Only my head could still turn slightly. The Three Musketeers, Helen, and Carmen stood
around me, looking down at me. John said to me, "Let's test how much self-respect you still have." He came to my
side , straddled my head, and squatted down. "Now, open your mouth and drink my urine!" He pulled his penis out of his pants
and put it in my mouth, then began to urinate. Soon my mouth was filled with salty, bitter, astringent, and foul-smelling urine. I
felt nauseous and vomited it all up. John shook his head, stood up, and said, "Helen, bring the nail board!" Helen turned and
went, quickly returning with a nail board—a plank the size of a washboard, covered with hundreds
of tiny, one-inch-long nails, arranged in the shape of two buttocks. Bloodstains were visible on the nails and the board. I immediately thought of
the bloodstains on Helen and Carmen's buttocks. I cried out, "I'll drink it! I'll drink urine! Spare me! I'll even eat shit!"
But no matter how much I cried, John took the nail board, told Helen to lift my buttocks, and shoved the nail board
under my buttocks. Helen pressed down hard on my buttocks, even sitting on my lower abdomen so that every nail on the board
would dig deep into my buttocks. I felt the nail board pressed tightly against my buttocks, all the nails
piercing my flesh, some even reaching the bone, causing excruciating pain. I cried out loudly for mercy. John coldly
said, "You can only remove the nail board after you've drunk the urine of everyone here. If anyone happens to defecate,
you have to eat that too!" I had no choice but to agree. John then squatted down and poured the rest of his urine into my mouth. I
was only thinking about getting the nail board off as quickly as possible, and I forgot about feeling disgusted. I swallowed the urine in large gulps. Next were Bill and Paul;
they didn't urinate too much. Carmen only urinated on me once before getting up. When it was Helen's turn, she slowly pressed her genitals against
my face, placed one of the three iron rings on my nose, and two hanging down beside my cheeks. She
aimed my mouth and squeezed out urine little by little, deliberately delaying the process. She urinated for quite a while
, then aimed her anus at my mouth and forcefully expelled a feces ball. I had no choice but to swallow it whole. She then insisted that I
lick her anus clean before she would get up. The three musketeers, enjoying the spectacle, took turns raping on top of me and taking advantage of me. And so,
I was tortured for over two hours before the ropes were untied and the nail board was removed from my buttocks. The nail board was covered in blood, and
a large pool of blood was left on the carpet. My buttocks were especially bloody and in excruciating pain. After Carmen helped me to my feet, I
noticed bloodstains on my breasts, nipples, and genitals, and it was extremely painful. Upon closer inspection, I realized that
while I was preoccupied with the pain of the nail board, drinking urine and eating feces, Bill had tattooed three
long swords and pierced my nipples, clitoris, and labia. I hadn't even felt a thing, which shows
how painful it was to sit on the nail board. Before Carmen and Helen carried me back to the bedroom, John announced that, in order to make Mary completely forget her self-respect and
shame, from now on, anyone had the right to whip her for her minor transgressions, and anyone could make her drink her own urine and eat her own feces at any
time . He also said that the Three Musketeers would return to the city to work the next day,
and Helen would temporarily take charge of everything at the villa. Helen's face lit up with joy upon hearing this, and she winked at me. I knew that my mouth was about to become
her toilet, and I would suffer even more cruel torture.
Back in the bedroom, Carmen quickly applied medicine to my wound. I looked at her with tears of gratitude in my eyes, unable to utter a single
word of thanks. Helen, on the other hand, kept drinking water, as if it had reached her throat, before she finally had to stop. What followed
was predictable: I had to endure her endless stream of excrement, and afterwards, her appetite increased dramatically; she wouldn't
stop until she couldn't eat anymore, and I had no choice but to swallow all the excrement from her anus. Fortunately, the Three Musketeers
left the next day, and fortunately, before leaving, Paul had ordered Helen and Carmen in front of everyone that since Mary was
the only virgin slave he had brought in, any physical punishment of Mary while the Three Musketeers were away from the villa
had to be reported to him by phone and carried out only with his approval. John and Bill agreed.
Helen was displeased after hearing this. I understood that Paul was saying this because he was afraid Helen would harm me. I felt grateful to him and
wanted to kiss him, completely forgetting that he was the one who led me into this hell. For the next five days, Helen
called Paul more than a dozen times a day, saying that I still had self-respect and shame. She cited examples such as my hesitation when drinking urine,
my dawdling , or that my anus wasn't cleaned properly, or that there were still a few drops of urine on my clitoris and urethra, and so on
. She insisted that I sit on a board of nails. Paul was unimpressed, saying that he only needed to whip me a few times, and no more than 20
lashes. So every day, in addition to digesting the excrement from Helen's two orifices, I had to endure 20 lashes from Helen with all her might.
Fortunately, Carmen took care of me at all times, applying medicine promptly, and never letting me eat her excrement. Through our daily
conversations , I gained a general understanding of the place. The owner of the villa was John, a university psychology professor.
Two years ago, at a gathering of a BDSM group, he met plastic surgeon Bill and surgeon Paul. They
hit it off , so John brought one of his students, Helen; Bill brought his new girlfriend, Carmen; and Paul brought his
lover, Eileen, to the villa, forming a trio of friends. Unfortunately, Eileen
passed away from leukemia six months ago, and Paul, heartbroken, rarely came. This made me think back to
the time , and I understood why he always seemed so aloof. I preferred to believe that Paul truly loved me; he
brought me here to replace Eileen to make up for lost love, and it was precisely because he loved me that he protected me from Helen's harm;
it was precisely because he loved me that he brought me here so that I could become his ideal lover. Thinking this, I secretly
resolved to become a lover who would satisfy him. I would completely forget my pride and shame, focusing only on
obedience, willing to endure any humiliation—being bound, whipped, or forced to sit on a board of nails—as long as Paul was satisfied, I would accept it. I wanted to be a
sexual organ that would satisfy the Three Musketeers, especially Paul. So, when Helen ordered me to drink urine and eat excrement, I
swallowed it without hesitation; when she whipped me mercilessly, I endured the excruciating pain with gritted teeth. I also discovered that Helen not only
harbored jealousy towards me, but that she was also inherently sadistic and enjoyed being abused. Her sadistic side had been suppressed, and
my arrival gave her an outlet, especially on days when the Three Musketeers were away. She constantly sought opportunities to torment me,
tying my hands and feet every night and waking me up five or six times a night to make me drink urine and eat excrement; after each whipping
, she would be extremely excited, her face flushed red. Carmen said she had seen her masturbating in the bathroom after whipping me.
But I didn't care about any of that. I never thought of resenting her or taking revenge. I just longed for the Three Musketeers, especially
Paul, to test me. My mind was constantly filled with the thought that I was a good sex organ, and I wanted to display my breasts,
my genitals, my mouth, my vulva, and my anus at all times, waiting for the Three Musketeers' penises to penetrate me. I longed for
the Three Musketeers to immediately ravage my full, white breasts and smooth, rosy genitals, or even to whip my
plump buttocks hard with a leather whip. As long as it brought them pleasure, that was my highest pursuit and honor.

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