Industrial espionage (1-8)

(I)
Inside a newly built commercial building stood one of the city's top trading companies, "Manri Trading." Rumor had it that if you could afford it, you could even buy your boss's wife here. Of course, that was an exaggeration; at least I, the purchasing manager, had never helped anyone buy someone else's boss's wife.
I was one of the many purchasing managers in this company. I had only joined three months ago, and everyone here called me Brother Shui. Purchasing managers were considered lower-middle-level managers in the company, and I always kept a low profile. Purchasing manager was just my cover; deep down, I was a corporate spy, hired by Manri Trading's rival to gather intelligence on Manri.
Today, I took the opportunity to go to the general manager's office and secretly planted a listening device under his desk.
The general manager, surnamed Wang, was in his thirties, with a square face, large eyes, and a slightly overweight build. My choice to start with him was largely based on my intuition, honed over many years: "This person is suspicious." On the surface, he was a successful middle-aged man, always amiable and polite, making quick and accurate decisions. But every time I saw him, I felt a chill run down my spine. There must be some secret behind him!
After that, I got into the habit of listening to my MP3 player while working at the company. Of course, I wasn't listening to pop music, but rather the sounds coming from Manager Wang's office—disappointingly, it was always his daily business conversations. However, as a senior colleague once said, "patience" is the gold standard for spies.
On the fifth day, Friday afternoon at four o'clock, I finally made a discovery!
First, I heard the sound of a door opening and closing, followed by a slightly hesitant female voice calling out, "Manager." This voice immediately attracted my attention, because it seemed full of grievance and fear. I realized something big was about to happen, so I immediately put down my work, pressed the record button on the MP3 player, and went to the restroom to listen carefully to what they were saying.
After the female voice called out "Manager," I heard Manager Wang's cold laugh: "Hmph! Finally back, huh?"
Back? I wondered, who exactly is this girl? Where had she gone before? What could have made Manager Wang so angry?
"I...I'm sorry..." the girl sobbed.
"What nonsense!" Manager Wang roared, "It seems you have no remorse at all! What did you just call me?"
"Waaah...waaah...waaah..." the girl cried even harder, "M-M-Master...I'm sorry...I really can't take it anymore..." The girl's voice was so faint that I could barely hear it if my listening equipment hadn't been so good.
But even if I had heard it, I couldn't quite believe my ears! Master? She wasn't calling Manager Wang "Master," was she? Did I hear wrong? But I quickly realized I wasn't wrong, because Manager Wang's roar came through the earpiece again.
"You've been gone for a week and you still think I'm your master! If it weren't for your good-for-nothing old man, I'm afraid you would have already flown far away! Let me tell you, I'll settle this score with you slowly! Now kneel down!"
"Waaah...no..." the girl said no, but then I heard the sound of something hitting the ground. I think the girl had knelt down as she was told.
"Crawl over here!" Manager Wang continued to command, "Take your dick out!" Then came the sound of a zipper being pulled down and the girl's sobs.
"Shut up! Give me a good blowjob! If you don't ejaculate in three minutes, you'll be in trouble!" Then came the girl's slow panting: "Ugh... ugh... ugh..." Occasionally there were a few gasps from the girl struggling to breathe and Manager Wang's satisfied moans.
Just as my blood was getting pumping, the rhythm gradually quickened, and with the rhythm came the sound of dripping water!
"That's right!" Manager Wang said in a hoarse voice, "Take it in deeper! Yes... use more saliva! Ugh... suck harder! Ah... ah... you little slut, you haven't neglected your skills... ha... good! Don't look at the ground! Look at your master! That's right! Look, look! Where are you going! My big dick is your home! Ah... ugh..."
"Hmph!" After Manager Wang let out a heavy groan, the headphones finally quieted down. But suddenly, I was startled by a sharp "smack," followed by a heavy "thud" as something fell to the ground. Manager Wang then ruthlessly cursed, "You filthy bitch! How dare you vomit on my pants?"
"Please...please have mercy, Master!...Waaah...I just...I just...it's been so long since I've served Master's...big cock, I...I forgot myself and a little bit spilled out...I'll lick it clean right away!" Then came a soft "shh, shh" sound of friction.
"Bitch!" Manager Wang continued to curse, but his tone was gentler than before. "You're quite the talker, aren't you? You old man know how to teach your daughter. But don't think you can get away with running away so easily. You know where you're going after work today, right?"
"I...I know," the girl replied softly, crying.
"Good! Then you lick Master's big cock clean and then leave!" Manager Wang ordered the girl in a cold tone.
"Ugh..." The girl sobbed through the earpiece, "Thank you, Master, for granting this humble slave oral sex." Then came the sound of footsteps receding into the distance.
"Stop!" Manager Wang shouted, "You don't think Master has forgotten, do you?! How long did it take this humble slave to serve Master?"
"This humble slave... I don't know," the girl stammered.
"A full four minutes! This humble slave has greatly disappointed Master!" Manager Wang continued in a sinister tone, "How should I punish you?"
"Please... please have mercy, Master!" The girl's voice was even more anxious and uneasy.
After the sound of a drawer opening and closing, "Ah!..." came the girl's desperate cry, "Please... please don't... these... these high heels!"
"Haha..." Manager Wang seemed quite satisfied with the girl's despair, and continued, "Wearing these torture high heels will guarantee this lowly slave will experience ecstasy! Quickly lift your feet, let Master help you put them on!"
"Ah... ah..." What followed was the girl's chilling scream.
"Go out now, don't worry about wandering off, hahaha..." Manager Wang laughed coldly.
With the sound of the door opening and closing, everything fell silent. "Hello? Lao Fang..." Manager Wang's voice rang out again, he was on the phone: "Bring Jun Nu here tonight too... Yes... It seems those two sisters need to be taught a lesson... Yes... See you at the usual place."
Hearing this, I knew it was time to gather more information. Who is that girl Ling Nu? Who are Lao Fang and Jun Nu? Where is the usual place? Knowing Manager Wang's amazing secret was incredibly exciting.
Just as I was about to leave, I discovered that my crotch was also wet. I was so excited just now. Just thinking about a little girl in a neat suit kneeling in the office and being given oral sex was unbearable! For both public and private reasons, I must get to the bottom of this!
(II)
After cleaning the mess in my crotch, I decided to find out who "Ling Nu" was first, so I quickly went to Manager Wang's office to start looking for my target. I started to carefully observe which female employee was acting strangely. She would always have tear stains from crying and be wearing so-called "torture high heels".
These high heels are a type of sadomasochistic instrument, originally used by ancient nobles as a form of torture to improve the walking posture of female slaves. They resemble a pair of high-heeled, pointed shoes, but are made of leather wrapped around thin, hard steel plates. A protruding device at the ankle pushes the wearer's ankle forward as far as possible, concentrating all the wearer's weight on the big toe area, forcing them to stand and walk only on their tiptoes. Most agonizingly, the toe is studded with pineapple-shaped nails, making it feel like walking with your entire weight pressing down on those nails.
Wearing these "torture high heels," standing or walking is unbearable, even sitting is excruciating. A female employee wearing these shoes must be restless and shouldn't be hard to spot.
But I walked the entire company and didn't find her. Could she not be a female employee? Just as I was lost in thought, someone suddenly grabbed my shoulder forcefully.
When I turned around, I was stunned by the sight before me. A girl, around 16 or 17 years old, wore a pale yellow suit and high heels. Her long, straight hair cascaded over her shoulders. Her delicate, youthful features were marred by a pained expression; she bit her lip, but couldn't hide the helplessness in her eyes.
This wasn't even the most primal aspect of her allure. Beneath the pale yellow suit, her body, like a ripe peach, subtly revealed her feminine curves. Her long, shapely legs beneath the short skirt were incredibly alluring, tempting one to caress them immediately! The high heels on her slender feet made her legs even more perfect!
The girl struggled to regain her balance, and I immediately knew she was undoubtedly a "slave."
"Where did this 16 or 17-year-old girl come from in the company?" I thought to myself. "Ah! She's a summer intern in the archives!"
It was hard to imagine that this angelic girl had been kneeling in the office, giving the manager oral sex just minutes before! She even claimed to be the manager's slave! "Miss, are you alright?" I asked deliberately.
"Sorry, I slipped." The girl didn't dare look at me and hurriedly left with unsteady steps.
Back at my seat, I immediately hacked into the HR department's computer (a routine part of a spy's job) to find the girl's information. It turned out her full name was Fang Wanling, 17 years old, a fifth-grade student at a girls' high school in the city, working as a temporary typist in the company's archives department. Besides her personal information, I unexpectedly found something else: her contact person was her sister, Fang Wanjun, the company's assistant accountant!
Junnu must be her! The more the mystery was solved, the more excited I became, and my crotch got hard again. To get a closer look at the whole picture, I decided to monitor Manager Wang more closely.
I am a sex slave trainer who loves my job. My surname is Fang, and people in the industry call me Lao Fang.
I am currently driving to Manager Wang's basement in the mountains. Manager Wang is my big client, and I am hired to train his slaves, the Fang Wanjun and Fang Wanling sisters. Perhaps you've already guessed that my relationship with these two sisters goes beyond simple training and being trained, right?
That's right! They were originally my daughters, but also my slaves! Because of a problem, I was forced to sell them to Manager Wang, who then hired me to continue training these two sisters for him until they were completely enslaved, both physically and mentally, becoming his sex slaves and sex dolls who obeyed their master's commands from the bottom of their hearts.
So every time I set off to serve Manager Wang, my feelings were quite complicated, because I knew that each time I helped him train these two sisters, I would gain a great sense of accomplishment, dominance, and sexual satisfaction! But at the same time, it would constantly remind me: these two perfect slaves would never belong to me again!
Sitting next to me now is the elder sister, Fang Wanjun, or rather, Junnu. She is three years older than Lingnu, and like Lingnu, Junnu has a beautiful appearance. With her developed body and curves, every inch of Junnu's body exudes a charm that makes men drool.
Although both sisters are stunning in figure and appearance, I personally prefer Junnu because her facial features are more defined, yet her personality is very gentle. Watching her expression change from resistance to endurance, then to reluctant acceptance, and finally to resigned helplessness during training has made me ejaculate countless times on her.
Another reason I prefer Junnu is that I started a master-slave relationship with her four years ago, when she was sixteen. I still remember on Junnu's sixteenth birthday night, I tied her to a big tree in our backyard to deflower her. At that time, she desperately cried out, "Daddy, no! Daddy, no!" I whipped her twenty-three times before she learned to call me master!
But she was truly gifted; after only three nights of being raped, she had her first orgasm; and by the second week, she even squirted under my oral stimulation! Looking back, those days were truly my golden years!
As for Lingnu, just a year ago, when I first started to train her, I encountered a big problem: I was forced to sell them before the training even began. So I never officially became Lingnu's master, and of course, Lingnu only learned about my relationship with Junnu from that time.
"Junnu, you have to do a good job later!" I said to Junnu, "Lingnu made her master angry, and who knows how much torture she will suffer later!"
"I know, Teacher Fang. Junnu will try her best not to disappoint her master and Teacher Fang." Junnu answered obediently.
Teacher Fang? Every time the two sisters called me that, I felt a pang of pain in my heart. Yesterday's master has become today's teacher? But this pain quickly passed, and the car had already driven to the door of the basement. Tonight would be another night full of exciting training!

(III)
After a day of heavy and boring work, I like to return to my mountain basement the most.
I am Wang Xing, the general manager of Manri Trading Company. Since I fell in love with slave training five years ago, I have been training my slaves here almost every night. So far, I have successfully trained eleven slaves. I remember my first slave, "Qiu'er," was a gift from the big boss after I helped the company defeat all competitors and secure a contract worth two years' worth of revenue.
Qiu'er was a "born slave," meaning she was born on a slave ranch and trained as a slave from a young age. She could satisfy every man's sexual fantasy, but because she was only taught "obedience" and "sex," I quickly grew tired of her. However, a fire still burned within me, so I consulted the big boss again. He saw my potential to become a dominant figure and agreed to be my mentor.
The first slave I personally trained was originally named Pan Feifei, a rebellious runaway girl. She was the first prey the big boss had chosen for me. When I caught her scavenging for food in the hotel's garbage room, I realized that Feifei wasn't particularly beautiful, just had a pair of bright, expressive eyes. She resisted fiercely, and it took a lot of effort to subdue her. At the time, I even thought the big boss had chosen the wrong target! How could such a girl possibly be trained into a sex slave who obeys her master's commands from the bottom of her heart?
But I soon realized how ignorant I was. Under the boss's guidance, I repeatedly used a gradual, progressive method of training. Each time she yielded a small step, I rewarded her if she did, and cruelly tortured her if she didn't. She quickly felt that exchanging small concessions for fleeting comfort was too good to pass up! I led her step by step into the abyss of complete depravity until it was too late when she finally realized what was happening. As the saying goes, once defiled, twice filthy, and soon she no longer cared about serving my large penis in any way.
But just as I was basking in the glory of this achievement, the boss told me that the real training had only just begun. Now that I had taken her body, the next step was to take her mind, to make her a true slave.
From then on, I would bring her to orgasm during each training session. While she was still basking in the afterglow of her climax, at her most vulnerable and in need of support, I would gently talk to her, trying to extract her secrets.
When I learned that she actually longed for her parents' care and approval, I began to incorporate elements into the training that would give her the illusion of a "father-daughter" relationship with me, and I would frequently praise her performance during the training. Sure
enough, in less than a month, her attitude changed from no longer caring about serving me to actively trying to please me.
Half a month later, I deliberately gave her a good opportunity to escape. I deliberately didn't fasten her collar properly (I usually use a chain and collar to fasten her to the floor ring), and opened the back door, then hid to see her reaction.
At first, when she realized she had a chance to escape, she immediately and happily let go and went to the back door. Then the most amazing thing happened: after she rushed out the back door for three steps, she suddenly stopped! She looked back and forth between the basement and outside, sometimes taking a step forward, sometimes taking a step back.
I knew she was facing a fierce internal struggle. I did nothing, simply watching the spectacle unfold. Would her newly freed heart prevail, or would my training triumph? She struggled at the back door for about two minutes before finally walking back into my basement on her own! I almost couldn't help but cheer! I had finally conquered the soul of this rebellious girl! She was now my slave!
It was that joy that drove me to continue training her. Today, I was training my twelfth and thirteenth slaves, Junnu and Lingnu.
I was now sitting on the sofa in the basement, where I rested and formulated my training plans. Lingnu had been standing respectfully before me for an hour, hands at her sides, awaiting my commands, and I hadn't uttered a word. But I knew that since the afternoon, Lingnu's delicate feet, constantly clad in torture-inducing high heels, were in excruciating pain, and my silence only amplified her anxiety. This frail 17-year-old girl was trembling all over, cold sweat pouring down her face, while I, as her master, leisurely enjoyed the mental and physical torment I inflicted on my slave!
As the door opened, Lao Fang led Jun Nu into the lounge. As usual, Jun Nu wore a plain-colored dress, high heels, and her long hair was tied in a ponytail. A large leather collar, the kind used for dogs, was around her neck, with an iron chain attached. Lao Fang was pulling on the other end of the chain. They came to me, and then Jun Nu knelt down, bowed to me, and kissed my toes.
"Jun Nu greets her master," Jun Nu said softly. "Get up," I said. "Mr. Wang, about finding Ling Nu..." Lao Fang said with a fawning smile.
"Lao Fang!" I interrupted, "Have I ever mistreated you?" "I... I didn't mean that... I didn't mean that..." Lao Fang
said, bowing his head. I met Lao Fang through the big boss; he was a complete lackey. Even his training skills were far from excellent. He had been training Jun Nu for three years, and still hadn't reached the spiritual level! The reason I hired him to train these two sisters was because I could tell they hated him terribly, and he would become a powerful weapon for conquering their souls.
"Lingnu," I began, setting the stage for tonight's training, "don't you like being my slave?"
My sudden words startled her. "Master... please have mercy. I will wholeheartedly be a good slave from now on." She knelt down as she spoke.
"I knew you would," I said. "You'll definitely become very obedient after tonight. By the way, did you know that your good classmate Sihui has a real talent for acting?"
I pressed a remote control button, and a large screen appeared, showing a drama of a high school girl fighting against four lecherous men. The protagonist was none other than Nie Sihui, who had taken Lingnu in for a week. Lingnu watched
, tears streaming down her face, as her friend, who weighed less than a hundred pounds, was relentlessly ravaged by four strong men, from her initial desperate struggles to her eventual helpless surrender. The most terrifying thing was that later she was given some kind of drug, and Sihui actually became like a wanton woman who had not been sexually aroused for a long time, actively having sex with the rapists who took her virginity. Lingnu's guilt this time was beyond words.
"Lingnu, you can rest assured, I have sent her home to recuperate. As long as she doesn't cause any more trouble, this movie will only be the master's private collection." I mocked Lingnu.
Lingnu could only respond with sobs.

(IV)
"Lingnu, look how sexy she is!" I pointed to Sihui on the screen and said, "A young girl falling in love with the man who brutally took her virginity is the most touching scene!" On the screen, Sihui was spreading her legs in ecstasy, riding on one of the rapists and actively swaying her slender waist back and forth, as if she wanted to ride him until he was exhausted and died.
"Don't... watch..." Lingnu cried and replied, "Please punish this lowly slave properly, master!"
Knowing Lingnu's personality, I knew that she wanted to alleviate her guilt by being punished. But I won't let her find any mental relief; on the contrary, I want her to feel even more guilty. That way, I can break down her defenses faster.
"Don't rush, we'll convict one at a time," I said coldly. "Jun Nu! Kneel down!"
My words shocked everyone present. Why was Jun Nu guilty too? Although no one understood, Jun Nu didn't dare hesitate for a moment and immediately knelt down obediently.
"Jun Nu, do you know your crime?" I asked. "Jun... Jun Nu... doesn't... know..." Jun Nu was completely bewildered by my accusations.
"How dare you! You even pretend!" I roared. "The night Ling Nu ran away, were you sleeping together in the cage at Teacher Fang's house?"
"Yes, Master," Jun Nu answered, bowing her head. "You lowly slave! That's it! Why didn't you stop her from stealing it?" I questioned Jun Nu.
"Master... I was chained up at the time and couldn't stop her from escaping," Jun Nu replied.
"Then why didn't you inform Teacher Fang! Couldn't you even call him?" I pressed her relentlessly, giving her no chance to catch her breath.
"I...I had a gag in my mouth...I couldn't...I couldn't make a sound at all!" Junnu defended herself.
Actually, I knew very well how they slept after being trained at the Fang family's house, so there was no need to ask.
Lingnu's successful escape that day had nothing to do with whether Junnu informed him or not. I knew perfectly well that Old Fang wanted to secretly have his way with my Lingnu. (Because I stipulated that Old Fang was not allowed to have sex with the two sisters during training unless he received special permission from me; they were already my slaves!) So he locked Junnu up and then dragged Lingnu to his room. Unexpectedly, in his moment of guilt, he didn't tie Lingnu up properly, and she knocked her unconscious with a phone call. Lingnu couldn't find the key to release Junnu, so she had to escape to a classmate's place to hide. Junnu was afraid that Old Fang would take revenge later, so she didn't dare to tell the truth.
Although I knew the truth all along, I questioned Junnu for a long time just so she could say the next sentence.
"Can't make a sound with a gag in her mouth? We'll have to prove it properly then!" I said to Lao Fang, "Go get her another gag just like the one from that night!"
Lao Fang immediately took a red rubber ball-shaped gag from the torture rack. "Mr. Wang, this is the gag we used that night." "
Is that so?" I sneered at Lao Fang, seeing him shiver, I then ordered him, "Go put it on Junnu!"
"Yes...yes..." Lao Fang went behind Junnu, first roughly shoving the blood-red rubber ball into Junnu's mouth, then using the leather straps attached to both sides of the rubber ball to pull it up to the back of her head and fasten it. Every time I see a slave being gagged, my penis gets hard.
"Alright," I said, "Hang Junnu from the ceiling wreath."
Upon hearing this, Old Fang immediately and skillfully tied Junnu's wrists together with hemp rope, then dragged her under the ceiling wreath, lowered it, and used another rope to suspend her wrists from it. Once everything was ready, Old Fang activated the mechanism to raise the wreath until Junnu's toes were just off the ground. This was the standard ceiling-suspending method. The slave's entire weight would be suspended on her wrists, only finding slight relief when her toes occasionally touched the ground.
Throughout this process, Junnu dared not disobey in the slightest, because she knew that even if her master had truly wronged her, as long as it was her master's order, her only way out was to obey, otherwise, her fate would only be more tragic. In this respect, Junnu had long since learned to accept her fate. This slight acceptance of fate was the only result of Old Fang's three years of training.
On the contrary, Lingnu felt heartbroken seeing her sister endure all of this. "Master..." she cried, begging me, "Master, please punish me! It's not my sister's fault! Master, please whip this lowly slave! Master!" She even crawled over and clung to my leg.
"Insolence!" I slapped her, sending her sprawling to the ground. Besides a bruise on her face, a trickle of blood flowed from the corner of her mouth.
"What kind of rule is this!" I roared again. "Old Fang! Hang this ignorant slave up too!"
Old Fang immediately followed the procedure he used on the servant slaves, first putting a cangue on Ling Nu and then hanging her up in the same way. Ling Nu was already covered in bruises from my slapping, and Old Fang quickly hung her next to the servant slave.
I went to the whip cabinet and took out a whip called 'Thunder Serpent.' As the name suggests, being struck by it felt like being bitten by a thunder serpent. I stopped a meter in front of the servant slave.
"Junnu," I said to her ominously, "now we'll test whether you can't scream after the gag is removed."
Junnu recognized the whip; it was Old Fang's favorite style. Junnu shook her head repeatedly, tears streaming down her face, soaking her clothes. In her eyes, there was nothing but despair and fear. Intermittent "Ugh...ugh..." sounds came from behind the gag.
"Didn't you scream?" I said to Junnu.
Upon hearing this, Junnu immediately fell silent, silently awaiting her tragic fate. In the blink of an eye, the Thunder Serpent shot out, devouring its tender prey.
"…………" The heavy gag could not finally silence Junnu's shrill groans. After the first lash landed on Junnu's thigh, her screams still echoed throughout the basement.
Seeing this horrific scene, Lingnu desperately tried to rush to protect Junnu, but she was powerless to resist. She could only sway back and forth under the rings.
"You lowly slave!" I said. "You could clearly scream like that, yet you dare to lie!" As I spoke, my hands didn't stop; the Thunder Serpent had already kissed Junnu's entire body. Her dress, which she had been wearing, was now a tattered mess in the wind. Although I thought the punishment should be severe, I didn't want to leave my slave with permanent whip marks. So, after one round of attacks, I put away the whip.

(V)
The basement was filled with the calm after the storm. Junnu lay dying under the ceiling wreath, and Lingnu hung not far away, sobbing softly.
"Take off Junnu's clothes!" I ordered Lao Fang.
Lao Fang immediately went over and tore off the rest of Junnu's clothes. Every time a piece of clothing brushed against her whip marks, Junnu would shudder and let out a "humph...humph..." sound. When her clothes were gone, a sadomasochistic picture composed of a mature, fair female body and fiery red, intertwined whip marks was vividly presented before my eyes.
"Qiu'er," I called into a walkie-talkie, "Bring me the fallen petals." "Yes, Master," came the reply from the other end.
Although I had trained quite a few slaves, I only kept Qiu'er and Fei Nu, selling the rest. I liked Qiu'er very much because she had received excellent maid training, so even though I had lost my 'sexual interest' in her, I still kept her. Having her here to manage the household was very convenient. Besides, she was already twenty-four years old, and her appearance wasn't particularly attractive, so she had practically no market value as a sex slave. If I sold her to a prostitution ring, her fate would be terrible. For a weak woman who was completely dependent on me, both physically and mentally, I felt I should at least give her a place to live. Moreover, she was truly dedicated and hardworking, managing the household perfectly, so I was always kind to her. Even though Fei Nu was obedient, I would sometimes punish her, but Qiu'er had never been whipped by me.
A woman dressed in a sexy female servant outfit, shackled, and with a beaming smile, walked in carrying a bottle of clear ointment.
"Master, the flower petals have arrived," she said, bowing and offering the ointment with both hands.
Seeing her scratching her buttocks high and her breasts drooping low, I took the ointment and casually pulled her into my arms, lightly patting her pink buttocks, laughing, "Little slut, are you horny?"
"Master, you're innocent! Qiu'er is always ready to serve you," Qiu'er said coquettishly. "Then how about I grant you some fun with Teacher Fang?" I said.
"Thank you, Master!" Qiu'er said happily. "Old Fang, if you help me find Lingnu, I'll reward you with Qiu'er tonight," I said to Old Fang.
"Mr. Wang… this… this…" Old Fang stammered. "Not satisfied?" I asked sternly.
"No… no…" Old Fang replied with a lewd grin. "Aren't you going out?" I shouted. "Don't come back tonight."
Old Fang sheepishly left with Qiu'er. I knew that Lao Fang actually wanted me to give Lingnu to him. No way! I'll settle this score with him later!
Now only the two poor slave sisters and I were left in the room. I opened the bottle of "Flower Falling Red," and a refreshing fragrance wafted out. I walked towards Junnu, who began to tremble again when she saw me approach. I took a little of the clear ointment with my finger and slowly applied it to Junnu's whip marks.
The burning wounds were immediately enveloped in a warm, cool sensation, and the excruciating pain was instantly relieved.
"This is the holy medicine, Fallen Flower Red, for treating external wounds. As long as you apply it promptly after an injury, the wound will heal quickly and without leaving a scar," I said to Junnu as I applied the medicine. "Master truly pities you. As long as you don't disappoint Master again, you'll have better days ahead."
Junnu, who had been on the verge of death, felt a cool and comfortable sensation wash over her wounds after the Fallen Flower Red was applied. As I slowly applied it to all her wounds, this blissful feeling spread throughout her body, and the pain she had just endured was completely overwhelmed by this sweetness!
As Junnu gradually regained consciousness, her entire body was immersed in this wonderful paradise.
"Ah!" When I applied the Fallen Flower Red to her supple abdomen, Junnu finally couldn't help but let out a soul-stirring moan.
I knew this was a fleeting opportunity. If I didn't suppress her pleasure now, Junnu would take another step deeper into the abyss of slavery. So I gently removed her gag and continued to carefully and slowly apply the medicine to her.
"Mmm... Ah..." Junnu continued to revel in the pleasure, completely oblivious to her own descent into depravity. As my hands moved towards Junnu's thighs, she unintentionally parted her shapely legs—legs that all men crave to caress—as if inviting my hands to explore her deepest depths. But I had to resist this intense temptation! I turned my attention to her calves.
"Ah..." A groan of disappointment and protest escaped Junnu's lips, but I continued to caress her firm, slender calves, then her delicate, white feet, and her toes, as neat and sweet as pearls.
These caresses, though gentle and pleasurable to Junnu, were far from enough to extinguish the fire of desire I had ignited within her; they would only fuel it. I knew the time had come, like a lion knowing it was time to pounce on its prey. Now was the time to make Junnu fall! So I moved my hands away from Junnu's body.
"Mmm..." As a disappointed moan escaped again, at that very moment, my hand unexpectedly attacked her deepest depths! Conquering her secret garden in one fell swoop! "Ah...
" A high-pitched and satisfied moan filled the entire basement. It was as if a long-standing emptiness had finally been filled, and even Lingnu, hanging to the side, blushed.
My hand continued its rampage in this newly conquered territory, and Junnu not only did not resist, but instead swayed her slender waist in response to my touch. The woman's nectar further lubricated the invader. As the nectar, which these men all desired to taste, flowed more and more, the invader's hands could no longer catch it all. The overflowing nectar could only flow down its owner's thighs, over her calves and delicate feet, and drip onto the ground.
"Master... Master..." Junnu cried out repeatedly. I intensified my playing with her clitoris and vulva. With Junnu's reactions, I knew she was nearing her limit, so I flicked her vulva with my middle finger!
"Ah..." After a long howl and a spasm, Junnu returned to calm.
Junnu's nectar had not yet dried. I withdrew my hand from between her thighs, and a gust of cold air immediately blew through her warm garden, causing her to shiver slightly.
"What a slutty slave girl!" I said, placing my hand to her bright red lips. "Just a little bit of ointment and she's already having an orgasm. Hurry up and lick your master's hand clean!"
Junnu obediently stuck out her little tongue and began licking my hand back and forth.

(VI)
"Hello? Is this Xiao Liu?" I said into the phone receiver. "This is Brother Shui. Give me a set of pinhole cameras, wireless transmission required, five lenses, it's... deliver it to the purchasing department of Manri Trading immediately. Not bad... it can be received with the new model PDA? You're a real businessman! Get me a PDA too, and include the memory card! That's all. See you in a bit."
I am the spy Brother Shui. After discovering the secret relationship between the Fang sisters, Fang Wanjun and Fang Wanling, and Manager Wang, I immediately called my equipment supplier, Xiao Liu, and asked him to deliver a set of surveillance equipment.
I planned to install three lenses in Manager Wang's office, and the other two on the seats of the Fang sisters, Fang Wanjun and Fang Wanling, so that I could see everything at a glance. Simultaneously monitoring these three targets.
If things go smoothly, I'll hand over the video I filmed of Manager Wang fooling around with a female colleague at the company to my employer. I'll then receive a considerable reward.
At 6 PM, Xiao Liu delivered the camera as scheduled. In this bustling purchasing department, a delivery of one or two boxes of goods wouldn't arouse any suspicion.
At 6:40 PM, most employees, including Manager Wang, had left; it was time to act. Starting with the shallowest, I first installed the camera on the seats of the Fang sisters, Fang Wanjun and Fang Wanling, and then it was Manager Wang's office turn.
Unlike installing a simple listening device, installing a camera requires a good angle to see the target's face, but it also needs to be concealed to avoid being discovered. I waited until no one was around before sneaking into Manager Wang's office.
I carefully considered three ideal locations within the office to cover the entire space. This way, no matter where Manager Wang was "doing things," he wouldn't escape my surveillance.
With the equipment installed, there wasn't much more to do today. So I decided to go home early to rest; tomorrow might be a crucial day.
If anyone is interested in what a spy's home is like, I can tell you that a spy's home is actually no different from an ordinary person's. The only difference is that I secretly rented the unit next door and converted it into an emergency escape route.
Back home, I first took a shower, then went back to the living room. I sprawled out on the sofa. This is usually my most enjoyable and relaxing time of day, but for some reason, I couldn't relax today.
So I opened a beer and started drinking it by myself, facing the wall. As I drank, I realized my thoughts were constantly entangled with Fang Wanling. Her voice, her face, kept lingering in my mind. What was it like to see her kneeling and sucking Manager Wang's penis? The sight of that huge penis in her mouth must have been ecstatic, right? These questions wouldn't go away.
Lost in thought, a young woman pushed open the door and entered. She was in her early twenties, with delicate features, and her short hair made her look even more spirited.
"Bing'er?" I asked in surprise. "What are you doing here? Where's your sister?"
Bing'er is my ex-wife's younger sister. I haven't seen her since our divorce two years ago. So I was quite taken aback when Bing'er suddenly came to see me.
"Brother-in-law, please forgive me. Please treat me like you used to!" Bing'er said, her voice trembling with tears.
"Bing'er, are you alright? That's why I divorced your sister!" I said.
"I've thought it through. I know I was wrong before. I won't be willful anymore." As she spoke, Bing'er knelt down in front of me, then reached out and unzipped my pants, taking out my penis.
She gently grasped my penis in her hand, looked at it, then looked up at me, and then showed a determined expression.
"Do you really want this?" I asked.
Bing'er didn't answer me with words. She simply opened her cherry lips and lowered her head to take my penis into her mouth.
"Mmm... mmm..." Her head began to move slowly up and down, continuously swallowing and releasing my penis, and with each stroke, she let out a soul-stirring moan. Aside from occasionally brushing aside her loose hair and glancing up at me, she remained focused on her up-and-down movements.
"Ah..." Facing Bing'er, I readily gave in and quickly got into the mood. I first gently stroked her short hair, then grabbed it and started shaking it up and down. The first few strokes were to follow her rhythm, but when she understood that I wanted her to follow my commands, I controlled her up-and-down movements with my own preferred rhythm. This usually very focused aunt didn't resist at all, continuing to shamelessly suck my big cock with her cherry-like mouth.
This obscene scene, coupled with the pleasurable sensation from my cock, told me I was about to explode! Just at this crucial moment, a sudden chill ran down my groin!
"Ah!" I sprang up from the sofa! It turned out I had spilled beer between my legs! I looked around again, but there was no Bing'er there! It was just a dream! When I woke up, all I had was a large wet patch of beer on my crotch.
"How useless!" I thought to myself, "What kind of fantasy is this at my age!" But just as I was chuckling to myself, I suddenly thought, "This dream isn't without reason. Back then, it was because of Bing'er's beauty that I finally couldn't resist and sexually assaulted her. She went to her sister crying and complained. That's why I was forced to divorce her. Although that desire has subsided since then, seeing Manager Wang and Fang Wanling's secret today has ignited a fire within me that I can't calm down."
What Manager Wang did to Fang Wanling, isn't that exactly what I wanted to do to Bing'er? But how can I make Bing'er as obedient as Fang Wanling? It's probably impossible, isn't it? Fang Wanling is just a high school girl, while Bing'er is a top law student, graduating this year and becoming a trainee lawyer. Can such a woman be manipulated like a slave?
For a moment, I really had no idea. Perhaps my sexual fantasies about Bing'er can only end in this one erotic dream?
"Not necessarily!" A roar of desire echoed from somewhere deep within my heart. "I must make her obediently serve me! I want to shatter her personality, destroy her arrogance! I want to possess her body completely! Her soul!"
I looked at my reflection in the mirror, the fierce light shooting from my bloodshot eyes chilling even myself. Was this the so-called voice in my heart?
I knew that this impulse alone would be useless. Although I wanted to help, who would help me with this crazy plan, this plan to turn a top law student, an independent woman who was about to become a trainee lawyer this year, into my captive, my slave? Who would have such power to defy fate?
One person flashed through my mind, he was Manager Wang of Manri Trading!

(VII)
It was almost 9 p.m. In this basement, I, the general manager of Manri Trading, was training my two beautiful sex slave sisters.
Generally, slaves are particularly docile after an orgasm, so I advocate using orgasms to train them rather than beatings.
Beatings only make slaves obey out of fear, but orgasms can gradually erode their minds. First, the pleasurable feeling reduces her resistance and makes her think of giving up on herself. Repeatedly experiencing orgasms against her will make her begin to doubt that she is truly a lewd woman at heart. Once she gets used to orgasms, she becomes addicted and will seek them out herself. At this stage, all training can proceed smoothly.
Junnu is a good example of orgasm training. Normally, she feels her own fluids are dirty, but in the afterglow of an orgasm, she unhesitatingly licked the fluids off my hands.
I took Junnu down from the ceiling wreath, and when there was nothing left to hold her up, she collapsed to the ground. I released her hands and, without a word, took the chain from her collar and led her to another room.
This room contained the cages where the slaves slept at night, and Finu was locked in the cage at the very back of the room. These cages were specifically designed for large dogs; the female slaves could only curl up or sit inside. The cages were separated by wooden planks, preventing the slaves from seeing each other.
I didn't immediately pull Junnu into the cage because she hadn't eaten that evening. I first tightened the chain around her neck to a ring on the floor, then went to prepare her food. I poured enough nutritious dry food, milk, and a little dark red medicine into a metal dog bowl and placed it in front of her.
She had eaten like this more than once; she knew the rules, of course, to bow her head and eat bite by bite like a dog, not to use her hands.
Although it wasn't her first time eating like this, this humiliating method still made her very resistant. Looking at the bowl of dog food, two lines of tears streamed down her face. But after hesitating for only a few seconds, she obediently bent down and began to eat slowly.
Seeing that she would need some more time to finish eating, I went to get a very special chastity belt, preparing to give Junnu a sleepless night.
After Junnu finished her food, I went behind her and helped her put on the chastity belt. After a night of training, Junnu was no longer in the mood to think about anything; she just wanted me to put her to sleep as soon as possible. So even though she saw the strange chastity belt, she obediently let me put it on for her.
After I tightened the chastity belt, I pulled her into her usual sleeping cage, fastened the chain around her neck to the top of the cage, locked the cage, and left. I prepared for the second half of tonight's program: training Lingnu.
When I returned to the training room, Lingnu was still limply hanging under the ceiling wreath. However, hearing her even breathing, I knew she had recovered.
I approached her, gently lifting her chin with my hand. Looking at her dried tear tracks, I said, "Your servant has already been punished. Tell me, how should I punish you?"
"Your servant will accept any punishment from you, Master," she said, gazing at the ground. "Please punish me as you see fit, Master!"
At this moment, she had already given up on herself, only hoping for a good beating to alleviate her guilt. But she was too naive. If it were Old Fang, he would probably beat her severely to prevent her from escaping again, but doing so in such a low way would only waste a good opportunity to further damage her character.
I wanted her to experience a night of multiple climaxes. My strategy for training her was to first strip her of her personality, and only after her mind was completely enslaved would I slowly teach her the techniques of a sex slave. I felt this training method would be more interesting than previous methods. I wanted her to feel that while everyone else was suffering for her, she was enjoying climaxes alone.
I knew that doing this would plunge her into an abyss of self-blame and guilt. She would slowly come to hate "Fang Wanling," this "bad girl" who had harmed herself and others. Then, to escape the heavy burden of self-blame and guilt, "Lingnu" would become her spiritual refuge. The day she completely rejected "Fang Wanling" and accepted the personality of "Lingnu" would be the day my training was successful.
As for Junnu, because she had already been trained by Lao Fang for three years, and most of the corporal punishment had instilled in her the idea that "she would do anything to avoid corporal punishment," I thought for a long time before I could decide on a training policy that would make her "unable to distinguish between pain and pleasure." In other words, every time I inflicted physical pain, I would also give her sexual pleasure; when she pursued sexual pleasure, it would be accompanied by pain. In this way, she would no longer be able to distinguish which feeling she was pursuing. In the end, Junnu would obtain a perverse feeling that only a very few people could enjoy, the legendary "pleasure." This was the final form I had set for Junnu.
"Don't be in such a hurry to be punished, the night is long, we have plenty of time! Junnu has already eaten, Lingnu should eat first too!" I said as I went to prepare food for Lingnu.
I prepared the same food for Lingnu as for Junnu, the only difference being that I used a smaller amount of the dark red potion.
This potion is called "Qiluo Spring," a kind of aphrodisiac specifically designed to arouse female desire. It doesn't make a person aroused immediately after taking it, but rather makes them feel lustful little by little. Although the potion is not strong, its strength lies in its subtlety and its effects linger. The person who takes it will think that they are just feeling lustful and will not suspect that they are under the influence of the drug.
I put the prepared food on the ground first, and then untied Lingnu. Because she had been hanging for a long time and was wearing torture-inducing high heels, Lingnu immediately fell to the ground, just like Junnu. But unlike Junnu, Lingnu crawled over and began to eat before I could even untie her hands.
I knew she was deliberately humiliating herself to alleviate her guilt. I watched with a cold laugh, not stopping her; this was the only excuse she could offer tonight.
When she had almost finished eating, I deliberately kicked away her iron bowl. "Have you had enough?" I said viciously.
Then I roughly pulled her up and hoisted her back onto the ceiling wreath. She looked resigned, letting me do as I pleased and waiting for my beatings. I couldn't help but chuckle inwardly.
Now I just needed to wait for the drug to take effect and for something that could subtly arouse her desire. As for what could seemingly unintentionally arouse her desire, I already knew, so I deliberately browsed the torture rack, making her think I was looking for something even more terrifying than a thunder snake to deal with her.

(VIII)
In my underground training room, Lingnu closed her eyes, awaiting the terrible punishment. This expression reminded me of a deer with its neck bitten by a lion, awaiting death. As her master, my penis was already as hard as an iron rod.
After rummaging through the cabinet, I finally pulled out a pack of needles. This set of needles was called "Bloodthirst," each needle a full two inches long. Used to pierce the slave's sensitive spots, the pain would be far more severe than whipping, and the wounds wouldn't leave scars, so it wouldn't affect the slave's appearance. Combined with the psychological threat of the needles slowly piercing and the continuous pain, no slave could resist the dread of needles.
Of course, I didn't intend to punish Lingnu with needles today; I just wanted to instill enough fear in her. Sure enough, when Lingnu saw me take the Bloodthirst, she began to struggle violently under the garland.
"No...no...don't come any closer..." her voice was filled with terror. Her
previous act of self-sacrifice had vanished, but unfortunately, with her feet barely touching the ground, she couldn't escape my clutches.
My goal of instilling terror in her had been achieved. The next step was to unintentionally stimulate the Qiluo Spring within her, making her believe that she was actually aroused in this situation.
"Your escape this time has truly saddened your master. You deserve a harsher punishment than Junnu!" I said. "Let me take off your torture shoes first. In a moment, your master will insert the Blood Devourer into each of your toes, one by one, then your fingers, nipples, navel, labia... That way, you'll be very obedient from now on."
Ignoring Lingnu's resistance, I squatted down and unlocked the torture shoes, then slowly removed them one by one. As soon as the shoes were off, sweat immediately gushed from Lingnu's slender feet. Her tender toes were engorged with blood from the pressure of the torture shoes, adding a touch of bright red to her smooth, white feet.
I knew that Lingnu was enjoying the pleasure of her feet being freed from their restraints. After an afternoon of torture, her feet were in their most vulnerable yet most sensitive state. I seized this opportunity to gently pinch her feet. My gentle massage accelerated the blood circulation in Lingnu's feet, amplifying her pleasure several times over!
"Mmm..." Lingnu's struggles subsided as the pleasure increased, and she unconsciously let out a series of blissful moans.
My second step was also a success. But to prevent Lingnu from becoming suspicious, I deliberately ignored her and turned away, pretending to prepare for the Blood Devouring.
The potency of Qiluo Spring was truly miraculous; once triggered, it was unstoppable. The initial comfort of her feet being freed had been distorted into sensuality.
"Ah..." Before I could even turn back, Lingnu let out a moan that only a woman with a keen sense of romance would make. If I hadn't been there, I would never have believed that such a seductive and captivating cry came from the mouth of a 17-year-old girl.
I turned away, feigning ignorance, and deliberately asked her, "Is it much more comfortable without your shoes?"
"Yes, Master," Lingnu mumbled, seemingly trying to conceal her current allure. She thought it was the pleasure of removing her torture shoes that was making her feel aroused, completely unaware that her current arousal was artificial.
I removed her pale yellow suit, intentionally teasing her sensitive areas as I did so. When she was completely naked before me, her two pale pink nipples were already erect and proud.
"Ah? Why is Lingnu suddenly feeling aroused tonight?" I pretended to have just noticed.
"I...I...no..." Lingnu tried to deny it.
I took the opportunity to gently caress her nipples. "Ah...mmm..." Lingnu moaned ecstatically. I pretended to be curious about her sudden sexual desire and continued to explore her entire body with my hands. When my hands moved closer to Lingnu's secret garden, her moans became even more seductive.
Seeing that Lingnu was already in the mood, I began to explore the depths of her secret garden. As expected, she would normally resist, but she was completely immersed in the abyss of pleasure. Not only did she not resist, but she even slightly parted her thighs to facilitate my advance.
I, of course, didn't hold back, and my hands freely explored the depths of her garden. The girl's nectar overflowed throughout her garden with my touch.
"Ah...ah...ah..." Lingnu's moans were incessant; she had given up on hiding her desires and only wanted to fully enjoy the surge of spring coursing through her body.
Lingnu's honest reaction delighted me. I pretended that I had forgotten to punish her because I was aroused by her wantonness. I temporarily removed my hands, quickly stripped off my clothes, and then embraced Lingnu, rubbing my entire body against her fair, snow-white skin while greedily kissing her pink neck. Lingnu, in turn, gently swayed her body in rhythm with my movements, seeking even greater pleasure.
Lingnu felt the rough male body teasing her delicate skin, as dry, wild, and stimulating as a desert, while the wet kisses on her neck, cheeks, and ears were as moist, warm, and gentle as a rainforest. Under my fervent teasing, the effects of Qiluochun were even more pronounced, and Lingnu writhed and moaned with pleasure. She was completely unaware that I had untied her from the ceiling and pressed her to the ground. The
originally cold ground was now warmed by our two burning bodies, and Lingnu's freed hands only knew to grope wildly on my back. My hot penis rubbed against her vulva, and Lingnu's lustful fluids had become a flood, warmly engulfing my penis.
I then moved my almost frenzied kisses down to Lingnu's still unripe mounds, of course not missing those two green cherries.
"Ah..." Lingnu let out a groan of female instinct under my fierce assault. Perhaps even she herself didn't realize that, without her noticing, Lingnu's thighs had already spread open for me.
This was the first time since I bought Lingnu that she had willingly opened her legs to welcome me, her master. Although it was said to be due to the effects of drugs, for the unsuspecting Lingnu, this was the first time she had completely and voluntarily accepted me. And this was also the first time I had caressed her so gently. All these gentle caresses were to make her feel even worse afterward. I knew that the more she enjoyed it tonight, the more pain and guilt she would feel tomorrow. She might even think that tonight it was because she had aroused my desire, and that I had not only forgotten to punish her but also made love to her so gently, satisfying her sexual desire.

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