The Island of Lewdness and Abuse (Part Six)

15. During my island inspection

, I didn't forget Han Lei's request, so I brought three electric vibrators to be fair.

When I returned to bed, Jenny and Han Lei exchanged smiles. Only Han Rui shook her head frantically; she was afraid of such devices. Regardless of their liking or fear, I spread their legs and placed one in each of them. Han Rui resisted fiercely, but my strong arms managed to pry her legs open. She watched in terror as the round vibrator was inserted into her vagina, "Ugh..." she shuddered nervously.

I stroked her delicate face, winked, and said with a wicked grin, "Darling, the real fun is yet to come."

Han Rui glared angrily and snorted in protest. I smiled, kissed her cheek, and turned on the power. Han Rui immediately experienced the electric vibrator. She moaned softly, closed her eyes, and said no more.

I then turned on Jenny and Han Lei's vibrators, and they both moaned softly as well.

I lay blissfully surrounded by these beautiful women, ready to be manipulated at will, feeling an overwhelming sense of happiness. These women who loved me allowed me to experience the greatest joys of life.

I rolled over and embraced Jenny. Her shimmering blonde hair was flawless, and her mesmerizing blue eyes were fixed on her, completely absorbed in the pleasure of the vibrating egg. Her body trembled intermittently. I kneaded her large, full breasts, and amidst her moans, I sucked on her nipples.

Before long, all three women were wet with desire. Han Lei, stimulated by the vibrating egg, closed her eyes excitedly, constantly twisting her waist. I watched this petite body writhing before me. In her pleasure, her small nipples also became erect.

I lifted her from behind Jenny and made her kneel on my lower abdomen. Amidst the moans of the three women, Han Lei involuntarily rubbed against me, arousing my desire. I became excitedly erect, pressing hard against her thigh. Han Lei sensed my excitement, opened her eyes, and winked at me with a mischievous smile.

I held her waist with my right hand and pinched her nipple with my left, laughing, "You little rascal."

I pulled out her vibrator and inserted it deeply into her. She felt my entry, excitedly twisting her waist and slamming her hips down, allowing me to penetrate her completely. She writhed happily on top of me, making me thrust in and out of her, her breasts bouncing before my eyes, exciting me.

I couldn't control myself; I grabbed her waist and flipped her over. She smiled at my impulse, enjoying my intense thrusting beneath her. I suppressed my excitement and brought her to orgasm. Looking at the limp Han Lei, I smiled and inserted the vibrator back into her.

I crawled to Jenny's side. Jenny was already unable to control herself, rubbing against me eagerly. I kissed her face, pulled out the vibrator, and thrust into her. Jenny responded passionately, writhing with excitement. During her orgasm, her juices gushed out. I pulled out of Jenny's body, still hard. I massaged Jenny's soft lower body and put the vibrator back in.

Finally, it was Han Rui's turn. Her lower body was soaked; it was clear she had already experienced an orgasm. I stroked her soft, sweat-covered body. Han Rui looked at me weakly. When she saw my erection, she was terrified and shook her head frantically. I lay on top of her and whispered in her ear, "Don't be afraid, I love you, I'll be gentle, trust your lover!"

I pulled out the vibrator. Han Rui was panting. I gently massaged her lower body to reassure her, and only after she calmed down did I slowly insert it.

Han Rui's excitement quickly returned; she hummed softly, a sound of bliss. I felt her body gripping me tightly, making it hard to suppress my excitement—a pleasure that Han Lei and Jenny couldn't compare to. I ejaculated during Han Rui's orgasm.

I collapsed softly onto Han Rui's body, reaching out to pull out the vibrators from Jenny and Han Lei. All four of us were panting.

Having regained some strength, I ungabbed the three women. Han Lei, regaining her usual playful demeanor, laughed, "Master is amazing! You made the three of us suffer all by yourself."

Jenny smiled happily, "It's so good to live with Master."

I affectionately patted the two women's beautiful faces, but Han Rui scoffed, "Hmph! I think she's just a lewd and tyrannical tyrant."

"Don't talk about Master like that!" The two women rolled past me, clinging to Han Rui to settle scores. Watching these three beauties, locked up like dolls, still fighting, I didn't find it funny.

I crawled over and hugged one to the left and one to the right, with one sitting on my lap. I kissed Han Lei on my lap first, then Jenny on my left, and finally the defiant Han Rui on my right. Sweetly, she said, "You're all my darlings, you're not allowed to quarrel with each other."

Han Lei retorted, "Master! We're trying to help you."

Jenny chimed in, "Yes, Master, I won't allow anyone to speak ill of you like that."

Han Rui persisted, "Fine, fine, you can treat him like the sky, like God, but don't count me in."

I laughed. I knew Han Rui's mindset; she wasn't used to this kind of situation, and even if she wanted to, she had to put on a show.

I gave her nipple a hard bite, and Han Rui cried out softly in my punishment.

I threatened with a smile, "You tigress, if you make my two darlings angry again, I'll punish you severely and show you what a real tyrant is."

Han Rui feigned anger, frowning and pleading, "Alright, alright, I give up. You always threaten punishment. And you always call me a tigress. Look at me, is there any tigress who can be bullied like this, being held like this?"

Hearing Han Rui's plea, the three of us burst into laughter.

I kissed Han Rui's beautiful face and said softly, "Even if you're a real tiger, you're still my most beloved darling."

Han Rui laughed, returned my kiss, and chuckled mischievously, "Alright! I know, my darling master, I can't escape you in this life. I only beg you not to abandon me."

In the joyful atmosphere, we both drifted off to sleep.

When I woke up in the morning, the scene on the bed made me laugh. After a night of absurdity, the three women were exhausted and, still in shackles, had fallen asleep in my arms. I thought that if my body hadn't undergone genetic modification, it probably wouldn't have been able to withstand such nonsense.

Han Lei was lying on top of me, her hair cascading down my waist. Jenny was on my left, her head resting under my armpit, her golden hair intertwined with Han Lei's black hair. Han Rui was on my right, her head resting on my shoulder, her soft, shiny black hair hanging down my chest.

Han Rui, the beauty who gets up early every day to practice her skills, couldn't get up today either. Her legs, bent behind her back, clamped around my right leg, as if afraid I would run away while she slept. I watched her beautiful breasts pressed tightly against my lower abdomen, and I felt a strange itch in my heart. This was the first time I'd seen her sleep beside me like a doll.

Her breathing was even, her head lowered, so I couldn't see her face. I quietly pulled my left arm away from Jenny, my fingers slowly moving to Han Rui's chest.

Her breasts were still rising and falling evenly, her nipples hard and erect as if waiting for my arrival.

My fingers gently pinched them; these hard little things intrigued me. Han Rui groaned, but didn't wake up. Her breathing became rapid, and I felt her breasts harden beneath.

Han Rui stirred slightly from my touch, and I quickly released her, afraid she would see my inappropriate behavior if she woke up. Suddenly, I felt a warmth on the outside of my right thigh. As I got up to look, Han Rui woke up.

She looked up reproachfully at me and whispered, "Were you being dishonest just now?"

I smiled and shook my head, pretending nothing was wrong.

She looked at me suspiciously, and only then did I realize that her lower body was already soaking wet. I couldn't help but pretend anymore and chuckled. The vigorous movements of my abdomen woke Han Lei. She opened her blurry eyes and stared blankly at my silent, mischievous grin and her sister's panicked eyes.

I quietly told Han Lei, "Your sister got wet again."

Han Rui's face flushed instantly, and she headbutted me in protest. Han Lei couldn't help but laugh too, shrinking back into her petite body and burying her head between Han Rui's legs.

"Ah!" Han Rui couldn't help but exclaim. Jenny instinctively sat up, and when she saw the spring-like scene on our bed, she also blushed and smiled.

We got out of bed, and the three women put their bathrobes back on. I told Han Rui about my conversation with Nelson yesterday, and Han Rui frowned. "I think Nelson is starting to distrust you. We need to be extra careful this time."

Han Lei and Jenny also became nervous, looking at us uneasily.

To allay their fears, I reassured them, "Don't be afraid. They need my technology. As long as I'm still useful, they won't dare to act rashly."

"Hmm!" Han Rui nodded. "Perhaps if you offer them another enticing technology or idea, they might have to put aside their doubts about you."

I thought for a moment. "I think we should use the plasma weapons on the island as leverage, creating a myth for them, making them believe I can make the island invisible. This way, we can also take the opportunity to reconnoiter the island's environment." "

Will that work?" Han Rui asked, somewhat worried.

I nodded to Han Rui. I knew what I was doing. My myth was a topic of research in our time, and I had sufficient theoretical grounds to convince them.

After breakfast, I went to survey the terrain. I needed to use these few days on the island to understand the environment and provide Interpol with firsthand information.

Han Rui grabbed me, her voice soft and concerned, "Take me with you! I'll help you."

I hesitated, "You can't wear clothes when you walk around the island, and you'll have to carry shackles. That's not good for you. I'll go instead."

Han Rui shook her head firmly, "Fan Ke, take me with you. I don't care with you by my side. Besides, didn't I go out like this yesterday? And I was wearing shameful clothes then!"

"Master!" Jenny ran over too, "I'll go too. I know the island's terrain well, I'll lead the way."

Han Lei objected, "You're all leaving, are you just going to leave me alone?"

All three girls wanted to go, and I looked at Han Rui helplessly. She suddenly smiled and said, "Then go ahead. I'm worried about leaving my sister alone anyway. And Kailu, you come too."

Kailu wagged its tail happily beside us when it heard it could go out and play.

Since they were all going, we needed to prepare. I had the three girls wear tall leather boots so that the shackles wouldn't hurt too much. I put chastity belts on the three women and special handcuffs on Han Rui—our reconnaissance equipment. Then I inserted a matching contact lens monitor into her left eye, followed by a special leather collar containing a high-definition zoom pinhole camera. I also inserted invisible earplugs into her ears, and finally, leg irons.

I had Han Rui test the camera system, and I checked the recording on my laptop. "Han Rui! Film the main gate."

Han Rui turned around, and our main gate appeared on my screen. Jenny was looking at us in surprise.

"Zoom in on Jenny's face." With my command, Han Rui turned the remote control on her handcuffs, and Jenny's face was magnified on my screen.

"Jenny, say something." I commanded Jenny.

The order came suddenly; she hadn't expected it, but my command was paramount to her. She hurriedly said, "Master…Master, please discipline me!" she shouted.

Jenny's habitual use of language surprised us all. Han Rui couldn't hold back any longer and burst into laughter. Han Lei and I also couldn't help but laugh, while Jenny just stared at us, blushing.

Jenny and Han Lei were locked up like Han Rui, but they were in ordinary shackles. I also had a contact lens monitor over my left eye, and my camera was on my right hand ring and suit button; my watch was the controller. Deep inside my clothes was a high-capacity digital receiver, receiving the audio and video data that Han Rui and I had recorded.

I led the three women out of the residence by the ropes on their collars, with Kailu following behind me.

The cool sea breeze blew against the three women's nearly naked bodies, their graceful and beautiful lines particularly eye-catching in the courtyard.

We passed through the courtyard under everyone's gaze. Although the three women had experienced such a scene yesterday, they still blushed with embarrassment in front of all the well-dressed slave owners.

Once outside the courtyard, Jenny said shyly, "I didn't expect I could be so shy."

The Han Rui sisters, however, remained silent, their faces still flushed.

This island was a long, narrow volcanic island that bulged from east to west. According to the slave owners on the island, it resembled the open vulva of a female slave, hence their name, Pleasure Island.

To the north of the island was a volcano, two to three hundred meters high, occupying most of the island's area. The north face of the volcano was a series of sheer cliffs, thirty to forty meters high. The seawater below eroded the rocks, hardening them to the point of being as hard as steel.

The rocks on the east and west sides, closest to the sea, were also extremely steep; only on the south side of the island was there a small plain.

The southernmost point of the island was the harbor, the only place where ships could dock, where our seaplanes and many luxury yachts were moored.

Our master's mansion was on this plain, next to the sports field we visited yesterday.

The island lord's mansion, the sex slave camp, and the guards' barracks were all located on the hillside north of our mansion, overlooking it. A main road led to our mansion and the plain. On

the east and west sides of the volcano, two makeshift paths led to the plain; these were the only two paths leading up the mountain.

I led the three women towards the western mountain path of the island. I was certain the island's plasma weapons were located atop the volcano. We planned to climb the volcano from the eastern path to survey the entire island and, if possible, scout out the weapons on the mountain.

Han Rui filmed our route along the way, while I occasionally turned my left hand to film the surrounding environment. I wasn't worried about our equipment; it could record high-definition footage continuously for 48 hours.

Around the island's plains, I frequently saw female guards of different skin colors patrolling with guns—white, Asian, and even a few Black women. They all had stunning figures and beautiful faces. I knew these were beauties the island's owner had selected from them since childhood, like Jenny.

Jenny lowered her head shyly, avoiding the guards' mocking gazes; after all, she had once been a squad leader in the guard force.

We reached the foot of the northern ridge, where three female guards came down. They were all wearing bulletproof vests, carrying automatic rifles, helmets on their backs, and headsets with walkie-talkies on their heads. The black-haired girl in the lead saw Jenny and said sneer, "Captain Jenny, hello there."

Jenny kept her head down and didn't say a word.

The girl stood in front of her, smirking, "My captain, where did your former arrogance go? Did you forget everything after becoming a sex slave and enjoying 'happiness'?"

Haha... The two female guards behind her laughed unrestrainedly.

Seeing Jenny being bullied, I was very angry but didn't want to show it, so I held back and said, "Guards! Get out of the way, we want to go up the mountain to take a look."

The lead female guard, surprised by my impolite words, glanced at me and bowed respectfully, saying, "I'm sorry, Master, the island lord has ordered that no one is allowed to go up the mountain."

Jenny had told me there were sentries halfway up the mountain, but I hadn't expected that even going up was now forbidden. Just as I hesitated about whether to go up, I heard a familiar laugh behind me. I turned around and saw it was the island lord, Nelson Pound.

Seeing him, both Han Rui and I were startled; we hadn't realized he had been secretly following us all along.

I quickly came up with a plan and walked towards him, smiling first, "It's so good to have the Island Master here! I was just thinking whether I should disturb your peace and quiet."

Nelson didn't expect me to speak to him first, and looked at me suspiciously, wondering what I was up to. He asked intently, "Mr. Vanker, is there something you need?"

"Of course! I thought I could leave you alone." I pointed to the three female guards and said, "But with them here, I can't go up the mountain."

The three female guards bowed to Nelson at the same time and said, "Greetings, Island Master!"

Nelson nodded to the female guards, then turned to me and asked, "What are you going up the mountain for, Mr. Vanker?"

I had already thought of an answer, and calmly said, "To survey the terrain, of course."

"Oh?" Nelson didn't expect me to be so direct. He stared at me suspiciously, wondering what my intentions were.

I pretended not to notice and continued, "These past few days I've been researching my technology at home. I think our equipment can be improved further. I don't think the island lord would only be interested in the current small achievements, would he?"

My talk of focusing solely on science and ignoring politics puzzled him. I wanted him to think I was an oddball who only cared about science and pleasure. He looked at me, then suddenly smiled. "I wonder if Mr. Vanke has any good suggestions?"

I asked mysteriously, "Has the island lord heard of plasma stealth technology?"

Nelson was startled, but secretly pleased. He shook his head and said, "I've only heard the term, I don't know the principle."

"Current research on plasma stealth technology is all about dealing with radio waves," I explained frankly to Nelson. "It's like a special filter. When the radar frequency is higher than the plasma frequency, the radar waves can be absorbed by the plasma, thus greatly weakening the signal of the attacking weapon received by the radar, or even making it completely undetectable." "

If we can make the density of plasma electrons around the target decrease from the surface outwards, we can make radar waves of various frequencies enter the plasma without being reflected. That's the principle." My words made Nelson nod.

"So what does this weapon have to do with our island?"

"Haha..." I laughed, "Island Lord, you're quite the joker. Don't you know light is also a type of electromagnetic wave?"

Nelson stared at me blankly, deep in thought, as if he'd received an epiphany.

My next words added fuel to the fire, "Island Lord, imagine if electromagnetic waves and light could travel to our island and never return. What would happen to our island?"

Nelson didn't speak; he was pondering.

I continued, "That wouldn't affect the island itself, but it would achieve complete invisibility from the outside. They wouldn't even be able to observe it with satellites."

"Haha..." Nelson finally laughed, patting my shoulder, "You're really something! Such a bizarre idea, you actually came up with it."

Then he asked, "So how's your research going?"

"My research is almost done, but I can't calculate the space and power required for this weapon. I need to survey the island, calculate the power I need to manufacture, and only then can I come up with a plan for us to test."

"Haha... Great!" Nelson was genuinely happy; his previous wariness had suddenly vanished under my mystical explanation.

I knew he wouldn't dare disbelieve me, because my plasma radiation was accomplished precisely when he thought it was a fantasy.

Seeing that he believed me, I gave him a sheepish smile and said, "If...if this project is completed, how will you thank me, Island Master?"

Nelson laughed heartily and readily said, "Name your price! Any price will do!"

I smiled awkwardly, "Island Master, I don't need the money right now."

"Huh?" Nelson was stunned. He hadn't expected me to ask for money. He hurriedly said, "Then what do you want? Female slaves?" Seeing that I only had three female slaves, he turned to me again and said, "No problem! How many do you want?"

I deliberately hesitated and said, "I want..." I intentionally kept him on tenterhooks.

“Oh! Tell me! Anything is fine!”

I finally laughed. I walked up to the female guard who had been leading the group, and playfully pinched her chin with my thumb and forefinger, asking, “Mr. Nelson, how many guard slaves like these do you have on your island?”

The female guard blushed with anger and embarrassment. She hadn’t expected me to treat her so brazenly, but she dared not retaliate against my humiliation. She knew the consequences of disrespecting the island lord.

Nelson looked at me, breathed a sigh of relief, and laughed, “These? I have over a thousand. If you like these, I’ll give them to you as sex slaves.”

The three female guards hadn’t expected to be so worthless, to be given away by the island lord without any respect, but they dared not speak out.

I coldly glanced at the once-imposing female guard, deliberately unfastening the buckle on her side, lifting the front of her bulletproof vest, and reaching my hand inside her clothes to rip off her bra. I pinched her nipple hard with my fingers, and the female guard could only frown and gasp but dared not utter a sound. I looked at the other two; their faces flushed, and they lowered their eyelids helplessly, but dared not look down.

I pulled the bra out of her short guard uniform, casually draped it over her left shoulder, and turned to Nelson, saying, "I want four hundred of these guard slaves, the prettiest ones."

This time, Nelson was a little stunned. His female guards were handpicked from thousands of people all over the world, and he was actually a little reluctant to give me four hundred at once. He asked, "What do you need so many guards for? If you want to play with them, you can have them here!

You can play with any of them as you like."

I laughed and said, "Actually, what I really want is for the island lord to build me a research institute. I don't want it built on a tropical island; I can't stand the climate. It would be best if it were a temperate place like France. I need those four hundred guards to protect the research institute and prevent my things from leaking out."

"Oh! Haha!" Nelson laughed. "That's no problem. I can find you a place right now. But don't you like my guards, sir?"

"Haha... Thank you, Island Lord. I'm not in a hurry!" I laughed. "Then there will be four hundred beauties waiting for me in the research institute. I can play with whichever one I want. At that time, my little Jenny can be their captain. I want her to tie up a disobedient one for me to discipline every night." I turned and glared fiercely at the female guard I was playing with. "I want to see who dares to act arrogantly in front of me then."

"Good! Good! Haha..." Nelson nodded happily.

I bowed respectfully to Nelson and said with a smile, "If the island lord allows, I'd like to go up the mountain to check out the terrain."

"Haha...needless to say? You're my good brother. This island is actually partly yours too."

"Thank you, island lord."

I turned to the female guard with a bra draped over her shoulder and asked, "May I ask your name, miss?"

“I wouldn’t dare. My slave’s name is Clarissa. Kelly, please give your orders, Master.” The female guard bowed hurriedly, her bra nearly falling off her shoulder.

“Clarissa, please lead the way.”

“Yes, Master.”

I intentionally had her lead the way. Her disheveled appearance and the bra on her left shoulder became my trademark. This way, the other female guards would know she had been trained by me, and since they didn’t know our origins, they wouldn’t dare to interfere with us.

Sure enough, as I expected, this Clarissa was probably a squad leader. Seeing her like this, the other female guards were all very respectful to us, and even the squad leader, who was older than her, didn’t dare to question us. In this way, we smoothly reached the top of the mountain along the dense forest path.

16. The sex slave prison

was on the south side of the mountaintop, with a crescent-shaped open space, quite large in area. This was the island’s most secure location, the location of the plasma radiation device.

To the east, west, and south of the crescent-shaped open space are three plasma emitters, and to the north is a deep crater, barren of vegetation yet constantly emitting hot steam. Inside the crater is a thermoelectric generator I designed. The computer room should be underground near the summit.

It's surrounded by barbed wire, with fortifications consisting of trenches, bunkers, and artillery. The female guards are heavily armed, maintaining a tight security.

To avoid suspicion, we didn't go in, only filming from a distance with a camera. I left Clarissa and the others on the eastern path, and led Jenny to the cliff edge on the south side of the summit. There was a handrail on the rocky edge; I held onto it and pulled Jenny to my side.

Jenny whispered to me, "Master, I've never been here before. Clarissa and Captain Dora of the Guards always guard this place."

It seems the island lord is very careful with his personnel; Jenny is responsible for his security, while Clarissa is responsible for the island's security. They must both be forbidden from entering each other's territory. I imagine the guards of the compound, the sex slave camp, and other defensive bases are also organized in this orderly manner.

I nodded slightly as Jenny looked down the cliff and introduced me to the buildings on the south side of the mountaintop.

The main buildings on this island are our compound, which contains several large buildings for receiving slave owners, the two guest rooms where I used to stay, and the amusement area Eugene took me to. Besides the amusement park I visited, there are performance halls, training grounds, and other facilities.

Outside the compound is the stadium we visited yesterday. Then there's the pier. Next to the pier is a large beach, quite expansive. Buried deep in the sand are many tall pillars; these are the public training grounds for female slaves that Jenny mentioned. Apart from these areas, the rest of the island's plains are overgrown wastelands.

“During public training, lights are hung on top of these pillars, making the place brightly lit,” Jenny said softly, her voice trembling with distress. “The female slaves are suspended from ropes strung between the pillars, some even locked in cages and hung up.

The slave owners bring their training tools, coming here to choose slaves, like shopping at a supermarket, finding their favorite female slaves to enjoy. They can take the female slaves anywhere, without caring whether they live or die.”

Listening to Jenny's description, I remained silent. Such stories were already unbearable for me, but this was a real event that occurred every year. I couldn't accept this fact. I wondered how many more female slaves would die this time?

Halfway up the mountain, a large area of land had been leveled. The island owner's mansion was located here, and the sex slave camp was just outside the high walls next to the mansion.

This was a square, trapezoidal, atrium-style dungeon. The entire sex slave camp resembled a vast rectangular basin, with terraces cascading downwards to form seven levels of underground cells. Each level had cells carved into its inner walls to hold slaves.

In the center of the plaza on the seventh underground level was a tall monitoring tower with seven monitoring platforms. Armed female guards patrolled in all four directions, and five women stood on the roof, glancing at us from a distance.

Outside each cell were several stone pillars used to bind slaves. Some punished female slaves were chained there, completely naked, some chained to the pillars, others spread-eagled on the ground between them. Female guards patrolled around them, occasionally teasing their sensitive areas with whips or boots.

I observed the dungeon through a zoom camera; the design shocked me. Escape seemed impossible. A single armed guard on the top floor could easily kill any escaped female slaves. Moreover, there's an armed tower in the center of the dungeon monitoring the slaves.

Jenny told me that the lives of the sex slaves here are extremely miserable, and the dungeon conditions are incredibly cruel. People die here every month, and those who die are thrown into the sea to be eaten by sharks by the speedboats. There are no older female slaves in the sex camp, because even if they aren't killed by the island owner, they won't live more than a few years.

Seeing these women with their tragic fates, I thought of Ling Xiu and Wei Yao. I wonder how they are now?

I turned around and saw Clarissa. I asked, "Jenny, what's going on between you and Clarissa? Why does she hate you so much?"

Jenny's gentle eyes dimmed. She recalled what had happened: "Clarissa and I were both squad leaders here. We were always at odds over who would get the most favor, and the squad members often clashed. We were always openly and covertly fighting. The island lord knew we were at odds and deliberately assigned us to guard the mountain paths on opposite sides of the volcano—they were on the west side, and we were on the east."

It seemed my guess was right. The island lord was using this mentality of the female guards to control them, making them obedient slaves to his guards, at his mercy. At the same time, he wouldn't let them know what was happening outside their assigned areas. The factional strife among the female guards was orchestrated by the island lord, who used this discord to manipulate these poor girls at will.

“Because the island lord favored our squad, we were also responsible for guarding his residence. This made Clarissa’s squad even more jealous, but they couldn’t do anything about it. Our squad was very prestigious on the island at the time. As the captain, they were all extremely respectful to me and dared not neglect me. But I never imagined that someone of my status could be turned into a sex slave with just a word from the island lord.”

Jenny was still a child at heart; she still didn’t understand the island lord’s methods of controlling them. I gently placed my hand on her shoulder and smiled, “Silly girl, you’ve all been manipulated by the island lord.”

“What?” Jenny didn’t understand my words; her eyes widened in confusion.

“Think about it! You are all guard slaves, slaves that the island lord can play with and discard at will. If you unite and rebel against him, wouldn’t the island be yours? When the island lord becomes your slave, will he still have the ability to persecute you?”

Jenny seemed to be hearing this idea for the first time; she stared wide-eyed in disbelief. In her mind, the island lord was a symbol of both god and demon; to oppose him was like declaring war on God—a problem she couldn’t even dream of. She lowered her head, deep in thought about my words, remaining silent for a long time.

"You regret being demoted to be a sex slave here?" I deliberately teased Jenny; this girl's distorted thinking was too severe.

Jenny shook her head vigorously, saying excitedly, "No! Master, I don't regret it. Now, I'm actually quite grateful."

"Back then, I naively thought my glory was earned through my own efforts. It wasn't until Master's reminder just now that I understood what the island master meant by calling us 'guard slaves.' We were nothing more than his dogs, subject to his whims. On the island, we didn't even have control over our own lives."

At this point, Jenny lowered her eyelids, continuing with emotion, "When I became a sex slave, I thought my life was over, but after our first conversation, I realized you were a good person. So from then on, I only wanted to serve you well, hoping to gain Master's pity and charity. I dared not dream of my former glory again."

I gently embraced her, hoping to offer some comfort to her grieving heart.

Jenny looked up, her eyes brimming with tears: "I knew Master liked Jenny, but I never imagined you would treat me so well. Master, you not only love and care for me, but you also stood up for me. Your words just now revealed the true nature of us servants, illuminating the light in my heart and freeing me from any feelings of inferiority. Jenny is content." Jenny

nestled excitedly in my arms: "Jenny originally cared for Master, but only because I was afraid that if something happened to you, no one would take care of me. It wasn't until later that I gradually fell in love with Master. But now, Jenny truly wants to be Master's slave. Jenny is willing to do anything for Master, no matter what it is... Even if Master orders Jenny to jump from here right now, Jenny will do it without hesitation."

I was also moved by Jenny's sincerity. I knew Jenny had always protected me, but I never imagined that she would now be willing to die without hesitation for my orders. I was deeply moved. I wiped away the tears from Jenny's eyes and whispered, "Don't say that. If you die, I'll be sad for you for the rest of my life."

Jenny nestled against me happily, like a lover in the throes of passion. This was the first time Jenny had ever been so close to me.

A smile returned to her face as she said, "Master was truly amazing today. You easily taught Clarissa a lesson, and even that once-glorious captain of the guards, Dora, dared not disrespect us. Master, I now think the captain of the guards is nothing special. Being your slave is the most glamorous thing. Jenny truly admires you and is proud that you are my master."

What a silly girl. What's there to be proud of in being a slave? If I were a real slave owner, she probably wouldn't be happy at all. Looking at her lovely smile, I kissed her cheek and ran my fingers through her soft hair, stroking it gently. The sea breeze on the mountaintop lifted her long hair, her pale yellow hair shimmering golden in the sunlight. Jenny turned around and pressed her ample breasts firmly against my chest.

In that instant, the beautiful blonde girl captivated me.

Jenny and I circled the mountaintop, taking clear pictures of the scene below. Especially the hidden defensive bases, which, with Jenny's guidance, were all clearly photographed.

Around noon, Jenny and I returned to Han Rui and the others. Only then did I release Clarissa; the arrogant squad leader, her former swagger gone, ran away without looking back.

We descended the mountain from the south. After this journey to the summit, I had located the computer room—a place I had long suspected, and the only feasible and concealed location—in the power plant's control room inside the crater.

On the east side of the mountain, we encountered some female guards, former subordinates of Jenny. They all looked at Jenny with indifference, as if forgetting that Jenny had once been their captain.

Jenny, her hands cuffed behind her back, walked past them with her head held high, all the inferiority she had shown upon arrival gone. Just then, a female guard suddenly ran out and hugged Jenny tightly, crying, "Sister Jenny, how have you been these days?"

When Jenny recognized the guard, she also burst into tears. She whispered to the guard, "I'm fine. I missed you so much. I really wanted to talk to you for a while."

The guard looked up at me, and I gestured that it was okay. She then led our group into a small camp. This was the temporary camp of the mountain guards. She led us to her office, and I learned that she was actually a squad leader.

The guard placed her gun on the shelf, removed her helmet, and took off her bulletproof vest.

Jenny introduced us: "This is Lizzie, my best friend."

"Hello!" I extended my hand to Lizzie.

"Hello, are you Jenny's owner?" Lizzie also extended her fair hand.

"Yes! Jenny is my darling." I shook her hand briefly and then let go.

Lizzie looked at me suspiciously when she heard me address Jenny so intimately. Jenny smiled at her, then kissed my cheek happily, saying, "Mr. Vancl is my master, the one I would give everything for."

Lizzie looked at us for a long time, then her eyes suddenly reddened. "I really envy you, Jenny. I thought you were going to suffer from now on, but I didn't expect you to still be so lucky."

"What's wrong, Lizzie?"

"Since you left, I've taken over as your squad leader, but we're always bullied by Clarissa. Now I have no authority in the squad, no one is willing to listen to my orders, I'm really not as glorious as you used to be."

Hearing Lizzie's complaints, I finally understood why Jenny's subordinates ignored her. It was because they had lost their former glory, and they were transferring their current humiliation onto Jenny and Lizzie.

Jenny smiled and leaned on Lizzie's shoulder, whispering, "You didn't see it just now, my master gave Clarissa a good lesson..." She told Lizzie what had happened, and Lizzie stared at me wide-eyed in disbelief. Only then did I realize the terrible place Clarissa held in their hearts.

"Haha...you didn't see her like that. She had a bra draped over her shoulder but didn't dare take it off. She lost face in front of her subordinates and superiors like that...haha..." I didn't expect Jenny to be so happy about such a small thing.

"Thank you, sir! Thank you for taking such good care of Jenny!" Lizzie bowed to me and said, "Jenny is my friend and my benefactor. If you ever need anything from Lizzie in the future, I will do my best to help. I will never let Jenny down."

"Don't say that. I did take care of Jenny, but most of the time Jenny took care of me."

Lizzie smiled. She really felt our special relationship.

I asked Lizzie curiously, "May I see the things here?"

Lizzie nodded happily and said, "Please!"

...

It was already noon when we returned to the guest room. We had just eaten the lunch brought by the female guard. Han Rui opened her laptop and studied the video footage we had taken today. At this moment, the doorbell rang. I hurriedly locked the three women in the cell and put away the laptop.

Eugene entered, grinning, and said, "Haha... Brother Vanke, I heard from the island master that you're designing a new defense system for him?"

Wow, the news travels fast! "Yes! That's right."

"The island master is really pleased. He said you didn't want the sex slaves as a gift, so he specially asked me to pick out a few for you on his behalf."

"No need, I don't need any right now."

"How can that be? This is the island master's special instruction; he told me to make sure it's done properly."

He then forcefully pulled me out the door.

Eugene drove the car all the way up the mountain to the sex slave camp. I entered a large courtyard guarded by guards, which was further surrounded by an iron fence. The security was really tight.

Seeing the cells, I thought of the Han sisters and asked Eugene, "Are any of the female slaves here with sisters or relatives who were also captured?"

"Of course," Eugene replied. "A significant source of female slaves here is the trafficking of illegal immigrants. Many come in groups, so sisters and relatives are very common."

"Oh! So they're all locked up together here." I couldn't imagine what it would be like to be imprisoned with family, eating, living, and being abused together.

"Haha…that won't do," Eugene laughed.

"Why?"

"If they're all together, it'll be easier to escape. And there won't be any worries."

What a load of nonsense! Even strong men couldn't escape this hell, let alone defenseless women.

"Oh!" I nodded in agreement.

"Not only that, we won't let them see each other."

"What's wrong with them seeing each other?"

"Ha...you don't know, female slaves often die of illness here. If they knew where their relatives were, and if their relatives died, some of the more extreme female slaves would commit suicide."

These guys really understood the female slaves' mentality to the extreme.

We arrived at the trapezoidal dungeon, and I looked down from above. The sheer size of this place couldn't be felt from the mountaintop. The uppermost level of this rectangular basin was 120 meters wide.

“This is probably the world’s largest slave camp. Haha…” Eugene proudly introduced it to me. “There are 912 cells in total. The first floor alone has 160 cells, each capable of holding six or seven female slaves. The second floor has 144 cells, 16 fewer than the first floor. The third floor has 128 cells, 16 fewer than the second floor, and so on, until the seventh floor has 64 cells.”

Eugene continued, “Choosing slaves here is tough because of the climbing stairs and walking. But not a single female slave has ever escaped. It’s all thanks to the island owner’s excellent design.”

We went down the stairs to the basement. Eugene had the female guard open the first cell door, an airtight iron door.

The light inside was dim, with only a few beams of light shining into the cells from a few vents in the ceiling. These vents reminded me of the stone pillars used to punish slaves outside the prison. Ha… the island owner really put a lot of thought into designing this prison.

At the door, I smelled a damp, musty odor. The female guard turned on the light, and I pinched my nose and went inside. The cell wasn't very large; it was only about 2.5 meters wide and less than six meters deep. I saw another iron gate inside, which took up about a quarter of the cell, leaving the female slaves with less than 12 square meters of actual space.

The dungeon was covered with straw and moldy blankets, and there was a flush toilet and running water along the wall. The five female slaves huddled together under the blankets, none of them wearing any torture instruments.

"Stand up, all of you, and let your master examine you!" With a shout from the female guard, the five female slaves ran to the bars and stood in a straight line.

They were all completely naked, their skin snow-white, their eyes lifeless as they looked at me. They showed no shame for their nakedness, but rather weariness and despair. Once here, none of them had any hope of surviving. They were left to be played with and slaughtered at will; the only things that kept them alive were their families and hunger.

Eugene watched the female slaves with great interest. He made them put their hands behind their heads, turn around, and stick their buttocks out. He even used his hand to probe their genitals through the bars. The female slaves endured it numbly, not one of them making a sound, like lifeless flesh.

I couldn't bear to see this, but there was nothing I could do. I listened absentmindedly as the female guards recited their names, ages, and length of time on the island, just like Han Lei's self-introduction when she first arrived. Most of the girls here had been imprisoned for two or three years. This kind of selection was commonplace.

"Brother? What do you think?" Eugene asked me.

I shook my head. I didn't want any more female slaves.

So we left the cell and went to the next one. I saw several female slaves chained to the ground along the way, and a female guard rubbed the tip of her dirty, pointed leather boot against a female slave's genitals. Amid the female slave's painful groans, the female guard grinned maliciously.

Eugene led me around the first-floor platform, looking at each cell one by one.

We inspected over a hundred cells, seeing female slaves from all over the world, from Europe to America, from Asia to Africa. They had various skin tones and hair colors, different colored eyes and body types. But what they had in common was their helplessness and despair in the face of survival.

I didn't find Ling Xiu and Wei Yao here. Perhaps they were imprisoned elsewhere, I thought helplessly.

Upon reaching the third floor, Eugene's initial excitement turned to exhaustion. "Ugh! My eyes are blurry from looking at all this, Vancl! Which one do you actually like?"

"Ah! Forget it, let's go back!"

"No, no, I promised the island master I would complete the mission. Let's go, listen to me. We'll start searching from the bottom."

We arrived at the seventh floor, the lowest and smallest place. I noticed drainage wells on the ground; I figured these wells must lead directly down the mountain. Here I saw the first-floor entrance to the monitoring tower; it resembled a fortress, with female guards standing watch at the entrance.

Reluctantly, I followed Eugene into another dungeon. There was only one female slave there, a white woman with red hair, very beautiful, no less so than Jenny. She seemed more energetic than the other slaves. She stood up when she saw us.

Eugene's eyes lit up again. He made her spin around a few times and then pinched her buttocks. The female guard next to us told us she was only two months old and still considered "fresh."

"Haha… Eugene laughed, 'Where there's a will, there's a way.' I think she's good. Vancl, I'll make sure she's included!"

I was truly exhausted. "Okay, okay," I thought. "Otherwise, he wouldn't let me off the hook." I nodded and agreed, "Alright? I'm really tired."

"How can that be? I have to find you a few more."

Then, he dragged me around several more cells. In a corner cell, we saw a slave girl with her hands cuffed behind her back, hanging from the ceiling. The ropes almost stretched her hands vertically. The girl was standing on tiptoe, her body forced to bend over, her buttocks sticking out.

"What happened to her?" I asked.

“She’s restless, always trying to escape. So she was hung up.”

Trying to escape from here? This is the first time I’ve heard of such a thing.

“How old is she? How many years has she been on the island?” Eugene asked.

“She’s 22, and has been on the island for six months.”

“Oh?” Eugene had the female guard open the iron gate, circled the girl a few times, then bent down to examine her vulva, fiddling with it for a while. Finally, he lifted the girl’s face and looked at her. “Hmm! Not bad.”

Eugene showed me her; she was Asian, very beautiful, with a unique blend of features.

“She counts as one.”

After leaving, I was about to go again when Eugene stopped me. “No, no, find another one, just one. Once you’ve found one, I won’t care anymore, okay?”

I really couldn’t do anything with this guy; at least he wouldn’t touch my treasure, so I agreed.

This time, he picked out a Chinese exchange student for me. Her hair wasn’t long, but it was very black and shiny. She had been on the island for less than a year and was one of the better ones here. Only then did he say, somewhat reluctantly, "If you weren't so tired, I would have picked out ten or eight for you.

Haha... Okay, let's rest for a bit, I'll take you to see some artworks."

17. Sculpture Art

Eugene led me back to that amusement park.

"Where are the artworks you mentioned?" I asked, puzzled.

"Of course! The art gallery is this way." Eugene said, leading me into another side passage.

It was really big! Winding and turning, with halls and corridors everywhere.

We came to a small hall, which really felt like the entrance to an art gallery. The floor of the small hall was a pool with a small bridge in the middle. The bridge railings were ornately carved, and on the other side of the bridge was a large gate with a sign above it that read "Sculpture Art." On either side of the gate were square marble columns, the middle of which was carved into a headless and footless human figure.

We walked onto the small bridge and heard groans coming from below. I looked down and was startled. The pond was filled with lotus flowers and goldfish, and three female slaves were tied up in the water on each side of the bridge.

Their hair was tied back, leather belts were put in their mouths, and they lay naked on their backs in the water. The female slaves' hands were bound behind their backs, their breasts were bulging from the loops of rope, and their legs were tightly bound ankle to calf

, preventing them from closing their thighs. The female slaves were completely submerged in the water, with only their noses and mouths barely above the surface. The only thing keeping them from sinking was their nipples, which were clamped with strong clips and attached to gold chains hanging from ropes suspended from the ceiling.

Various goldfish in the water competed to suckle at their vulvas, causing the female slaves to emit lewd cries.

I didn't quite understand why goldfish would be interested in human genitalia, so I asked Eugene.

He laughed and said, "Isn't that simple? Just starve the goldfish for a few days, then stuff the sex slave's vagina and anus with fish food, and that's it!"

"Oh!" This was the first time I'd ever seen such manipulation of female slaves. These people truly didn't care about their lives; they only thought about how to toy with them in various ways.

"Feeding the fish like this is a good method. The fish licking the food will arouse the female slave's sexual desire, and the resulting vaginal fluid will lubricate the fish food. The lubricated fish food will then be squeezed out of the vagina and fed back to the fish. Haha... It's a wonderful virtuous cycle! This way, not a single bit of fish food is wasted."

Looking at the female slave being tormented by both breast-hanging and fish food, my sympathy welled up, but I couldn't show it.

I crossed the bridge, and Eugene showed me the human-carved pillar.

This pillar was square from top to bottom, except that above 50 centimeters from the ground, a life-size female human body was sculpted.

The woman had no feet; only her ankles extended from the base of the pillar. She stood upright with her legs slightly apart. There was no pubic hair carved between her legs, but genitalia were depicted. Her waist was slender, her breasts large and nipples erect. Her arms stretched upwards into the square pillar above. The woman had no forearms or head, only a long neck.

"Hmm!" I nodded. "Very detailed, very lifelike! It just lacks a graceful posture."

"Oh?" Eugene smiled, his eyes sparkling as he looked at me, pointing to the sculpture's breasts. "You can try feeling the texture; you'll find it

even more lifelike." Seeing his strange expression, I sensed something amiss. Hesitantly, I squeezed the sculpture's breasts. They were soft and seemed warm. Then, the sculpture moved involuntarily, but only slightly, as if restrained by an external force. I vaguely heard a whimpering sound, which reminded me of my first time with Han Lei…

"This…this is real?" I asked incredulously.

“Of course! That makes it even more interesting.” He laughed, reaching out to greedily knead the buttocks of the sculpted female slave, his fingers playing with her open vulva, which soon began to flow with fluid.

Satisfied, he smeared the fluid on the slave's body and said to me smugly, “The sex slaves are coated with breathable soft paint, so they won't suffocate from being covered in it. This paint won't fall off when they move; you need a special thinner to remove it.”

I never imagined this was their artwork! I wonder how many more female slaves suffer like this inside? I didn't want to think about it, so I entered the “Sculptural Art” hall with Eugene.

Right at the entrance was a wall, like a screen blocking the way. Eugene proudly introduced it to me, “This is my favorite work; I call it the Wall of Joy.”

The Wall of Joy, though called a wall, was actually just a large wooden box, two meters high, five meters long, and one meter thick. On the front of the wall were words of welcome. At shoulder height, there was a row of four pairs of snow-white, full breasts, protruding from eight round holes in the wall, their breasts constricted and erect by the holes.

Between the four pairs of breasts, at waist height, there was a row of three large oval holes, from which protruded the snow-white buttocks of three other female slaves.

Eugene gestured to me, saying, "Look, this wall can serve and entertain three visitors at the same time." Eugene walked to the middle buttocks, posed in a sexual position, and grabbed and kneaded one breast on each side with his hands. "Haha... How about it? It can not only satisfy your needs, but your hands can also play with it, and it feels like different women."

These people treat people like machines! The feeling here is unbearable.

I didn't look at the wall any closer, but turned around and looked around the surroundings. This sculpture hall was completely modeled after an art museum, with female slaves in various poses hanging and inlaid on the walls, and independent female slaves in the hall. In this elegantly decorated and magnificent exhibition hall, I felt a sense of hell on earth.

"Look at this!" Eugene pointed to a pair of beautiful twin sisters on the wall. "These are designed by the island owner himself, called 'Eastern Door Gods.'"

The two sisters were identical, each hung on a wall decorated as a doorway. They were both completely naked, gagged, with their arms raised high, their forearms bent into the wall below the elbows, presumably secured with belts or ropes. Their thighs were spread open, their knees and below the knees submerged in the wall. Their necks and waists were also secured. Their eyes stared blankly ahead, clearly wearing opaque contact lenses.

Small holes were made in their labia minora, from which hung genital rings, connected to a metal knocking ring.

Eugene tapped the ring, the ring striking the wall with a clanging sound, almost like knocking on a door. But the girl with the ring on her genitals groaned in pain. After only a few taps, her vaginal fluids soaked the ring.

In the corner of the wall, I saw a female slave used as a vase. Her thighs and torso were bound together, her feet were fixed to the ground, her head was tucked between her calves, and her buttocks were sticking up.

Large bunches of fresh flowers tied with ribbons were inserted into her vagina and anus. The slave was blindfolded, gagged, and her body was secured to both sides with steel pipes. She couldn't move at all; lying down was impossible.

Eugene was always so attentive; he introduced me to several works on the wall, such as imitations of Ingres's *The Spring*, Diana of Houdon, Monet's *Orangeria*, and Goya's *The Nude Maja*, among other famous works. These girls were all embedded in the wall, with one side protruding. I didn't know what held them in place—glue or something—because apart from their short, shallow breaths, they were completely still, even their expressions remained unchanged.

As I was looking at the female slaves embedded in the wall, I heard a faint tinkling of bells. I looked in the direction of the sound and saw a female slave kneeling on a sculpted platform.

"Haha…this is the bell-kneeling," Eugene explained.

I looked closely at the girl; she was naked except for a pair of high-heeled sandals. She was blindfolded, gagged, and her hands were bound straight behind her back, her wrists fixed to the platform beneath her.

Her legs were spread, and she knelt on the sculpture platform, leaning back. The slave's feet were secured with leather straps. Despite being bound in this position, she wasn't kneeling on the platform.

I saw a cone-shaped steel ingot protruding from her vulva; the ingot was tall, its pointed tip embedded deep within. The base of the cone was a full twelve centimeters thick. Such width would cause any woman considerable pain, no wonder she couldn't sit down.

Yet, the slave couldn't kneel either, because her hands were pulling her body, preventing her from kneeling upright; her buttocks were suspended in this half-kneeling position.

Her nipples were clamped with strong nipple clamps, each adorned with a small bell.

Maintaining this position for a while caused the slave's back and legs to ache. When her body slumped down to sit, the large cone would pierce her vulva, and the pain in her genitals would immediately cause her to rise again. The female slave tossed and turned, the bells on her nipples ringing incessantly.

She sobbed, tears wetting her blindfold. The steel ingot was covered in her white fluid.

Eugene ran his fingers over and pinched the female slave's body and buttocks, relishing the feeling of her suffering. The slave was in excruciating pain, her tender flesh trembling, the bells jingling. She cried and shook her head violently, but this did nothing to stop Eugene's wicked hands; it only fueled his desire to toy with her.

We moved on to another exhibit, and Eugene introduced me to another of the island owner's works—Salvation.

A cross stood tall on the ground, upon which lay a naked blonde female slave, her hands and feet chained to the cross, her labia clamped with powerful clips, resembling a female Jesus.

Kneeling on the ground was another naked female slave, her arms bound and legs fixed to the ground. Her nipples were clamped with powerful nipple clamps, the chains connecting directly to the clamps on the girl's labia on the cross. The kneeling slave could not move; if she collapsed weakly, her labia and nipples would be pulled by the steel chains, causing both slaves to whimper simultaneously.

I saw another visiting slave owner striking the taut steel chain with a small stick. With each strike, the two female slaves trembled nervously. Finally, the kneeling slave collapsed to her knees, her breasts being stretched straight up, while the slave above her bent her legs in pain, her labia torn and deformed.

"Haha…look, how interesting this is!" Eugene pointed and laughed.

In the exhibition hall, a girl practicing contortion was suspended in a prominent position. Her legs were bent from behind to the front, her buttocks touching her head, her hands pulled behind her back and bound to her lower abdomen. Her bound hands restrained her body, preventing her from straightening up.

Her knees extended past her shoulders towards the ground. She barely stood on her tiptoes, her vulva suspended by a steel hook, her entire weight concentrated on the hook and her toes. The suspended girl could only try to bear her weight on her toes to alleviate the pain the hook inflicted on her vulva.

“Her name is Louisa Lindsay, a contortionist star from the South Australian Circus. We sent her an invitation to work for our circus. We deposited $20,000 into her account and she took the bait. Haha…” Eugene introduced her to me smugly.

“She probably never dreamed that we spent $20,000 and could make six million euros from her in one go. Because our circus has something you won’t find anywhere else. Haha…

” Eugene mocked Louisa, asking, “Right, baby?”

The girl trembled in pain, shifting her weight from one foot to the other. Louisa endured the pain the steel hooks inflicted on her vulva, tears mingling with the vaginal fluid flowing from her thighs onto the stage.

As Eugene spoke, he pushed Louisa’s legs, causing her body to sway, her weight suddenly shifting entirely onto the hooks. Louisa whimpered, her legs struggling helplessly in the air, unable to find the ground. Sweat, tears, and vaginal fluids left streaks on the display stand. It was

truly cruel; even the most ordinary girl would suffer terribly from being bound by breast-hanging restraints, so the pain of this was unimaginable.

Eugene was very pleased with this cruel and torturous art. He spoke at length about the pleasure these tortures brought to the female slaves.

I silently endured the agonizing spectacle of art.

At dinner time, I returned to my quarters and told the women that three new female slaves would be sent over. Han Lei giggled and said to me, "Master, you have something new to play with now!"

I felt something was off about this, but I couldn't figure out why. I shook my head and said, "This isn't simple; we can't jump to conclusions too easily."

Han Rui smiled at me from the side. I stared at this intelligent beauty and asked, "You're smiling strangely. Have you guessed something?"

Han Rui smiled and said, "My master, you've already made your conclusion clear. What can Han Rui add?"

"Ha..." I laughed. "You also think there's a problem?"

"Of course. I think the island lord is very suspicious, and we have to be careful."

Jenny also said as if recalling something, "The island lord doesn't trust people easily!"

Han Lei stuck out her cute red tongue. "So there are so many mysteries here?"

"Alright! Since we all think there's a problem, then we'll start the act now. From now on, you'll all be naked and sleeping in the cell."

Jenny nodded and said, "Don't worry, master."

I had just locked the three women naked in the cell when the female guard brought in the three sex slaves. They were all naked, handcuffed from behind, and wearing only simple slippers.

Instead of locking them in a cell, I took them to the bathroom. The red-haired white girl turned to me and said, "Master, we've already showered before we came."

"Shut up!" I pinched her buttocks without hesitation.

In the bathroom, I had them kick off their slippers, put shackles on their feet, handcuffed their hands in front, and hung them on hooks in the bathroom. To make them feel like I was with other slave owners, I deliberately used the showerhead to haphazardly wash them, like a cleaner washing a car. While I was washing the female slaves, Eugene came again.

He told me the island master had invited me to see a training performance. Remembering the island master's invitation after the sports meet, I reluctantly threw down the showerhead and went to get dressed. Kailu wagged its tail and ran over. Seeing it, I thought to myself: Is the island master going to use this as an excuse to test me? Maybe I should bring Kailu along just in case. I made up my mind.

...

The performance hall was a small theater-style building with only one floor of seating. The stage was large, with backstage access passages on both sides. There were stairs in front of the stage, allowing people in the audience to move freely up and down.

Eugene led me to the first row, where Nelson, the island owner, was also present. He seemed to have been waiting for me for a long time. Upon meeting me, he warmly invited me to sit next to him, but when he saw Kailu, he frowned uncomfortably. Eugene then went to the side.

I sat next to Nelson, with Kailu on my other side. Nelson laughed loudly at me, "Mr. Vancl, this is the training demonstration I told you about. Tonight, I guarantee you'll have a feast for the eyes."

"Oh? Is that so?" I replied with curiosity. But I knew in my heart that this was yet another performance of torturing female slaves.

Amidst the cheers of the slave owners in the audience, the performance began.

First to come on stage was a group of female guards. A dozen of them stood in a row, wearing short guard uniforms, small guard hats, and alluring guard miniskirts. Each of them had a training whip hanging from her wrist.

As the music began, they began their opening dance. These were all carefully selected beauties with stunning looks and figures. They swayed and moved in unison to the rhythm of the music, their movements synchronized and captivating.

The slave owners below were mesmerized. Suddenly, the female guards on stage split into pairs, performing suggestive sexual poses that drew cheers from the audience.

With a crack of a whip, one female guard stepped into the center, and all the guards behind her crawled on the ground like dogs. Driven by the female guard, these guard dogs neatly divided into three groups, swaying their ample buttocks beneath their short skirts for the audience. Another round of cheers erupted from the audience.

Then, the female guards stood up one after another, twirling and dancing in a row at the front of the stage. They turned to face the audience, and with a swish of applause, they neatly removed their uniforms, revealing their snow-white bras and upper bodies. Another round of cheers and applause erupted from the audience. They simultaneously raised their hands gracefully, their uniforms neatly draped over their fair shoulders.

One by one, they twirled, their short guard skirts billowing up to their thighs. Amidst the cheers and laughter, they simultaneously kicked their legs, revealing their white underwear beneath their skirts. Then, amidst the enthusiastic cheers, they gracefully ran off the stage.

The atmosphere below the stage grew lively. Then, a female guard walked onto the stage. Nelson introduced her to me as their head guard, in charge of all the female guards on the island, and also responsible for the island's defense and training. Seeing her, I remembered her; she was one of the many guards I'd seen on the mountaintop during the day. I hadn't paid much attention to her then, but her image was in my memory.

The female guard head announced the program on stage: "Next, Mr. Murayama Taro will demonstrate her training."

Murayama Taro? I remembered that despicable Japanese man who wanted to buy Han Rui with a large sum of money.

Murayama Taro walked onto the stage, smiling and waving to the audience. A Japanese girl was brought from backstage by two female guards.

At that moment, more than a dozen female guards ran in from backstage, carrying trays filled with various training tools.

Taro Murayama made the girl stand in the center of the stage facing the audience and commanded, "Bow to your master below!"

The girl was extremely nervous, bowing respectfully to the audience, trembling as she said, "Master... how are you?"

Taro Murayama circled the poor girl, who trembled with nervousness and dared not look up.

Taro Murayama commanded the girl, "Now take off your clothes!"

Hearing the command, the girl trembled violently and hurriedly went to take off her top. Her trembling hands struggled to unbutton each button, and when she took off her clothes, revealing her bra-clad upper body, she was already sweating.

Taro Murayama watched the girl take off her top without saying a word. The girl hesitated for a moment, then took off her shoes, then her socks, and finally, she hesitantly unzipped her pants and slowly took off her jeans.

She was only wearing a bra and underwear, looking at Taro Murayama in fear, unwilling to take off any more.

Murayama Taro, his face stern, demanded, "Is that all?"

The girl, terrified, immediately knelt, clinging to Murayama Taro's leg and pleading, "Please, sir, let me go!

My parents must be so worried, and my teachers and classmates must be looking for me everywhere. Please, sir, if I miss my classes, I won't be able to get into university."

It turned out this girl was a minor; these guys were truly ruthless!

Murayama Taro bent down and grabbed the girl's neck, commanding, "Stand up!"

Under Murayama Taro's threat, the girl choked as she got to her feet.

Murayama Taro patted the girl's face and circled her once. The girl, not daring to turn around, slowly stopped sobbing.

"Close your eyes," Murayama Taro commanded again. The girl looked at Murayama Taro in fear and tightly closed her eyes.

Murayama Taro touched the girl's lips, saying, "Open your mouth, let me see your teeth."

The girl dared not disobey and opened her mouth.

"Bigger!" The girl opened her mouth wide at the command, but her body was still trembling with tension.

"Stick out your tongue and let me see." The girl hesitated and stuck her tongue out a little.

"Stick it out longer, I can't see!" The girl couldn't stick her tongue out any further.

Murayama Taro took out a large wooden clamp from his body. The clamp was very long and looked like it was specially designed to clamp tongues. He opened the clamp wide and inserted it all the way into the girl's tongue, clamping it tightly.

"Ah!" The girl suddenly opened her eyes and screamed in terror. But her entire tongue was clamped, and she couldn't speak. The girl covered her face with her hands and screamed in pain. Because the clamp had her tongue stuck outside her lips, she couldn't close her mouth, but she didn't dare to take the clamp out.

Murayama Taro looked at the girl triumphantly and laughed, "Now you know the punishment for disobeying orders?"

"Ah! Ah!" The girl nodded desperately.

"Then why aren't you starting now?"

The girl, enduring the pain in her tongue, reached behind her back to unhook her bra. She hesitated for a moment after unhooking it before throwing it to the ground, then bent down to take off her underwear. After throwing her underwear on the ground, she straightened up, too afraid to cover her private parts, and looked helplessly at Murayama Taro.

The girl's breasts weren't large, but they were beautifully shaped; her pubic hair was sparse but very sexy.

She begged Murayama Taro to remove the clip from her tongue, but he pretended not to notice.

"Turn around." Knowing Murayama Taro wouldn't remove the clip, the girl reluctantly turned around, her back to the audience.

Murayama Taro took a rope from the female guard and tied it around her hands, then wrapped the rope around her breasts and tightened it. The girl's breasts were pulled erect by the rope.

He turned the girl around and, in front of the slave owners below the stage, stroked her breasts, laughing, "Not bad at all!"

The girl closed her eyes as he touched her, letting out soft moans, "Ah...ah..."

Then he took out a pair of nipple clamps with chains in the middle and clipped them onto the girl's swollen nipples.

"Ah—" the girl cried out in pain, shaking her head as if pleading. But Murayama Taro ignored her completely. He beckoned backstage, and a hook descended from the stage ceiling.

He tied the chain around the girl's nipples with a rope, then looped the rope onto the hook, and pulled the rope up. The girl screamed as the rope pulled, forced to stand on her tiptoes.

After securing the rope, he lowered the other end of the rope down from the hook and tied it to the girl's right leg, suspending her right leg as well.

Now, with her nipples and right leg suspended, the girl could only support her weight on her left toes. The pain was unbearable; her left leg, which was supporting her weight, began to tremble. The excruciating pain in her nipples made her burst into tears.

Seeing the girl in such agony, the audience erupted in applause.

Hearing the applause, Murayama Taro bowed smugly to the crowd.

The girl cried for a long time, her limp left leg repeatedly stretching her breasts out of shape. Her cries gradually turned into screams and sobs of agony.

Murayama Taro asked with a cold smile, "Do you still want to go back?"

Hearing Murayama Taro begin to speak, the girl seemed to see a savior and shook her head desperately.

"Good!" Murayama Taro nodded in satisfaction and asked again, "Then will you obey?"

The girl nodded frantically.

"Really? You'll listen to anything?"

The girl nodded even more vigorously.

"Okay! We'll try it in a bit." He then untied the girl from the hook and untied her ropes.

The girl's tongue was probably numb; she stopped screaming.

"Lie down, lie down like a dog."

The girl reflexively knelt down and lay prostrate on the ground. A round of applause erupted from the audience.

Amidst the applause, Murayama Taro put a dog collar on the girl and led her around the stage. "Bark twice for your masters!"

"Woof woof..." the girl whimpered indistinctly with her tongue twitching.

Murayama Taro then brought over a chair and said to the girl, "Leave your mark here!"

The girl didn't understand and hesitated for a moment. Murayama Taro spanked her bottom hard. "Don't you understand? Don't dogs pee under trees?"

The girl hesitated again; peeing on the ground, in front of so many people, made her blush with shame.

"What? You don't want to obey?"

The girl shook her head frantically, kneeling up facing the chair.

"Smack!" Another slap landed on her buttocks. "Is this how dogs pee? Lie down with your buttocks facing the audience, put one leg on the chair and pee."

Tears welled in the girl's eyes as she turned her buttocks towards the audience, put her leg on the chair, and after a while, she peed on the chair leg.

Amidst applause from the audience, Murayama Taro led the girl off the stage like a dog.

Next came the training of several slave owners on white girls, their methods endless, the female slaves enduring their humiliation until they were satisfied.

19. Returning Home

After exchanging pleasantries, Eugene finally took me back to my lodgings.

After Eugene left, the first thing I did upon entering was run to my cell and quietly tell them everything that had happened.

Jenny gasped, "Master, you really have to be careful. If you hadn't been so perceptive and figured out Master Nelson's intentions, we would have been in trouble."

Han Rui nodded, frowning as she recalled, "My two comrades have really suffered. I hope they can be rescued alive."

Han Lei listened, trembling nervously. I hugged her delicate body and whispered, "My little darling, have some faith in me, okay? With me here, we'll be fine. You don't know, all the female guards on the island are terrified of me now."

Han Lei calmed down a lot in my

arms. "I know Master is the most powerful person in the world! I'm just a little nervous." I stroked her body, trying to dispel her fear with my desire, and said, "Don't worry! I've decided to leave tomorrow. Once we get home, you won't be afraid anymore."

Han Lei smiled. Her innocent smile made me feel her helpless dependence. I held her tightly, feeling how important they were to me. I would give my life for their safety without hesitation.

When I returned to the bathroom, the three female slaves were still hanging helplessly inside. The water on their bodies and hair had long since dried. I untied them and re-cuffed them behind their backs. They dragged their shackles, looking utterly powerless, but none of them dared to utter a word. I took them back to the cell and locked them up with Han Rui, whose hands were also cuffed.

I coldly announced to the three female slaves, "Jenny arrived here first. When I'm not here, she has the right to discipline you in my place. You should all obey Jenny's every word."

"Yes, Master!" the three female slaves answered in unison, each of them secretly glancing at Jenny, whose hands were cuffed beside them.

That night, all the women slept in their cells with their handcuffs on, but I couldn't fall asleep for a long time. I thought about everything that had happened. I knew we hadn't been exposed yet, but the island lord's paranoia was still our biggest threat.

At breakfast time, I heard someone ringing the doorbell. I ran to open the door in my pajamas. It was the female guard who brought breakfast, pushing the food cart in. I was a little surprised, because guards usually didn't ring the doorbell when delivering breakfast, but today was an exception. I carefully examined the female guard who came in, and I was taken aback; it was Lizzie.

Seeing my surprise, she quickly gestured for me to be quiet, then handed me a note. She turned and left without looking back.

I locked the door and hurriedly opened the note. The contents were simple: "There's a spy among your slaves. Be careful. Burn this after reading."

My mind went blank. Sure enough, the island owner didn't trust me. I thought it must be a new slave, because Han Rui and Han Lei couldn't be it—one was an Interpol agent, and the other was her younger sister. Besides, Han Lei's thoughts were more transparent and she couldn't hide anything. Jenny couldn't be it either; if she were a spy, she wouldn't have Lizzie's note.

I hid the note on my person and announced at the cell door, "Get up, everyone. Breakfast is here. Now, come out one by one to eat, according to the order you arrived."

I did this to tell Jenny and the other two about this. "Jenny, you go first."

"Yes, Master!" Jenny was released as I let her out, her hands behind her back.

In the hallway, I unlocked her handcuffs and showed her the note. She immediately recognized Lizzie's handwriting and excitedly grasped my hand. I knew she was moved by her friend's sincerity.

I quietly discussed countermeasures with her. Jenny shared the same idea as me, but she hesitated and said, "The hardest thing is where they'll stay after we get back. We can't let them know we're all staying in the guest rooms, can we?"

I thought so too; female slaves should be in cells. "But if they're in cells, then you'll have to be in cells too, right? If they find out, the truth will leak out sooner or later."

Jenny nodded, then suddenly her eyes lit up. "Don't we have six fully enclosed cells? Master can use them to lock up the slaves!"

"Huh?" I was dumbfounded. That hellish little room? How many days could a person last there? "No way! You'll suffocate in there."

"Hehe..." Jenny chuckled softly, wrapping her arms around my shoulders, her full breasts swaying provocatively. Looking at her nipples, I swallowed hard.

Jenny admired my current appearance. She said softly, "When you lock them up, you can put blindfolds and earplugs on us. If

that's not enough, you can put on soundproof earmuffs." "Why? Don't you think the cell is dark enough?"

"No, I mean, after you lock them all up and then release us, they won't be able to hear or see us. How will they know we're not there?"

I nodded, but then said with a pang of reluctance, "I don't think all three of them are spies. This would also cause suffering for the real female slaves!"

Jenny kissed me tenderly and said softly, "Master is so kind. If those slaves fall into the hands of other slave owners, they won't even know if they're alive or dead, and you still care about whether they suffer."

Jenny continued, "Don't worry, Master. Starve them for a day first, then interrogate them one by one. I believe we'll find the spies, and then you can release the others."

"It seems that's the only way! Let them suffer a little first!" I nodded in agreement.

Jenny, embracing me, became aroused. She buried my head in her full breasts, the soft, round flesh pressing against my face, stirring my emotions. I really wanted to pin this beauty down and enjoy her, but I restrained myself. I lifted my head and said fiercely to her, "I'll settle the score with you properly when we get back!"

"Haha..." Jenny chuckled softly, seemingly happy for me to settle the score with her.

She only ate breakfast hastily after my urging.

The second was Han Rui. I told her about the note and Jenny's plan, and she had no objections. I just wanted her by my side during my interrogation.

I grabbed her breast and teased her, "Of course! But you can't wear clothes, and you have to wear handcuffs."

Han Rui frowned slightly, embarrassed, "You're such a pervert!" This half-hearted remark was her agreement to my request.

Next was Han Lei. Afraid she'd be nervous, I only told her the plan, without mentioning any details, but I repeatedly instructed her not to tell them anything. Seeing Han Lei's serious expression, I felt relieved.

The three female slaves were the last to eat breakfast, and they were still wearing shackles while eating.

After breakfast, I went to say goodbye to the island owner.

Nelson seemed quite regretful, and he advised me, "Oh dear! Isn't it a pity to leave before you've tried all the games here?

Besides, a large number of female slaves were eliminated in this sports meet, so this year's public training competition is sure to be very exciting. You know, we use a buffet-style training format, and the guests on the island are all actively preparing; they all want to try something new!"

I smiled and said, "I really can't adapt to the climate here. I think it's best if I go back now. Besides, I just finished surveying your island, and I want to get back to work. I don't know how my survey and measurement results turned out, or if they match the actual calculations."

Hearing that I wanted to work, Nelson beamed. He didn't stop me anymore and sent his men to find Eugene and the accountant.

Eugene arrived shortly after. When he learned I was leaving, he wanted to stop me, but seeing the island owner's and my agreement, he didn't say anything more. The accountant arrived and calculated my prize money from the games.

"Sir, your total prize money is sixty million euros." He

then filled out a cash check for me. Eugene looked at me expectantly; I understood what he meant even without him saying anything.

"Excuse me, sir," I said to the accountant, "Could you issue two checks? Thirty million each."

"Of course," the accountant said, filling in the amounts and handing me two checks.

As I left with Eugene, I gave him one of the checks.

"Good brother! You're really loyal!" Eugene said happily, carefully putting the check away.

On our way back, Eugene was especially warm to me, talking to me about the island on the plane. I listened attentively, occasionally asking questions, and learned about the island's defenses and architectural layout from him.

Back at our lodgings, he personally saw me off the car. I was still holding the rope, but this time there were five girls; Jenny was carrying my suitcase, so I didn't have the rope.

I closed the gate; finally home, I breathed a sigh of relief. But now wasn't the time to relax; there was still a spy to deal with. I led the five girls into the hall, with Jenny and Kailu following behind.

Once in the hall, I wasn't sure what to do with the five girls, so I said to Jenny, "Go and take my suitcase upstairs."

"Mmm..." Jenny nodded, understanding, and went upstairs.

I led the five women to the stairwell, tied the rope to the handrail, and all five women were shackled, their hands cuffed, and gagged. Han Rui and her sister were also wearing chastity belts. With these preparations, it would be impossible for anyone to escape.

I ordered Kailu, "Watch the female slaves, don't let them get away."

I knew how clever Kailu was; in fact, it knew who to watch even without me saying so.

I carried my toolbox and followed Jenny upstairs.

As soon as we entered the bedroom, Jenny threw down the toolbox and immediately grabbed me with her handcuffed hands. Her round breasts pressed against me, making it hard to breathe, and her sweet little mouth, still gagged, rubbed against my head and face.

"Alright, baby! Now's not the time for intimacy! We'll play after we're done." Her movements aroused me, and I breathlessly removed the gag.

"Haha..." Jenny laughed, releasing me and asking, "What are your orders, Master?"

"We... what should we do now?" I was unsure where to begin.

“Hmm!” Jenny thought for a moment, “Here’s the arrangement: Master, take them to the dungeon. I’ll go get the things we need. Master, wait for me in the dungeon before you start locking them up. But Master, please be careful, make sure to lock up Han Rui and the sisters first, so they think that Master treats all female slaves the same.”

“Okay!” I nodded in agreement. Jenny’s thoughts were indeed quite meticulous.

The seven of us took the elevator together. When we got to the first basement level, Jenny went to get the things, and we went to the second basement level.

After entering, Han Rui and Han Lei didn’t seem to notice anything, but the three women were startled. They hadn’t expected that there would be such a gloomy dungeon in this luxurious building.

I waited for a long time before Jenny arrived, carrying a large box.

Seeing Jenny throw the box on the ground, I used the key to open the gate of the cell on the left, walked to the first completely enclosed cell, opened the iron door, and found it pitch black inside. I turned on the light from the outside and then opened the inner gate.

“Han Rui!”

Han Rui, handcuffed and dragging her shackles, came over.

Outside the cell, I first unlocked her shackles, and she moved her high-heeled feet slightly. I removed her chastity belt, resisting the temptation of her lovely pubic hair, and then removed the gag. I held her waist and pushed her backwards into the cell.

I pushed her all the way to the innermost wall, where Han Rui spread her legs and moved her body to the toilet next to the wall, pressing herself against it.

Han Rui looked at me, her hands cuffed behind her back, her legs spread, and beneath her was an automatic toilet.

This was for the female slave's convenience; she could relieve herself at any time in the cell, and the toilet would automatically flush away the dirty water and automatically wash and dry her genitals and anus.

I squatted down and locked Han Rui's feet and knees to the locks fixed to the wall. Then I unlocked her handcuffs, made her stretch her arms out, and locked her hands and forearms, followed by binding her waist and collar. Seeing how obedient she was, I felt an increasing fondness for her, and I grasped her breasts.

"Hoo—" She took a deep breath, frowned, and glared at me, inwardly blaming me for being disobedient, but dared not speak.

Her expression only piqued my interest further. I kneaded her nipples, and she could no longer control herself, letting out a soft moan.

Seeing how obedient she was, I kissed her before releasing her, calling out, "Jenny—"

"Yes, Master." Jenny had already prepared everything, and she trotted to my side, dragging her shackles.

From the tray in Jenny's hands, I first took out disposable, opaque contact lenses that could be changed weekly. I pried open Han Rui's eyelids and put the lenses in one by one. Han Rui's gaze became vacant, so I put an eye mask on her. From Jenny's tray, I took out earplugs, small enough to completely disappear into the ear canal. I inserted them into Han Rui's ears. Finally, I put on earmuffs.

Han Rui was plunged into a world of no light and no sound. I groped her smooth, white body a few more times before leaving the cell. After locking the bars and the outer iron gate, I casually turned off the light.

Seeing Han Rui locked up like that, the three new female slaves couldn't help but shudder. They thought I always treated female slaves this way; they didn't know how Han Rui had survived being locked up like this.

Then I opened the second cell. "Han Lei!"

Han Lei came running lightly, dragging her shackles. I untied her shackles and chastity belt. Han Lei smiled at me, and only after I removed her gag could she happily say, "Thank you, Master." Then she gently kissed my cheek.

I carried this petite body into the cell, and she laughed happily in my arms.

I locked her up just like Han Rui.

"Master," Han Lei called softly. I knew she wanted me to treat her the same way I treated Han Rui. I laughed and vigorously kneaded her breasts; she closed her eyes, panting and enjoying it, until she became wet.

I called Jenny over and covered Han Lei's eyes and ears. I reached over and turned on the automatic bidet on the toilet. Warm water at over thirty degrees Celsius sprayed up from below, washing Han Lei's vulva and anus, making her thoroughly clean. Then, the dryer blew on her genitals, her pubic hair swaying in the air. Han Lei smiled and enjoyed it, occasionally letting out moans.

I locked Han Lei's cell door. The three female slaves, seeing Han Lei like this, really didn't know whether it was pleasure or hell inside.

The third woman I called over was the redhead slave girl. I removed her shackles and gag, and pushed her into the third cell. Her legs were spread wide over the toilet, and she watched in terror as I locked her feet and knees, followed by binding her waist and collar. I did this to prevent her from resisting; I didn't know who the spy was, so I had to make do with her for now.

I locked her hands and, as usual, played with her breasts and nipples. Her breasts were large, larger than Jenny's. Her nipples were also large, hard, and elastic. She showed fear when I covered her eyes with my glasses, and helplessly lowered her head as she was plunged into a world of silence and nothingness.

When I locked the last two Asian slave girls into the cell, they both cried in fear. But neither dared to beg for mercy; they were afraid that begging would bring them further punishment.

The work was done. I unlocked Jenny's shackles, chastity belt, and handcuffs. Jenny hugged me affectionately. I stroked her golden hair and said gently, "Don't you want to release Han Rui and her sister?"

Jenny smiled mischievously, blinked mysteriously, and said, "We can release them, but we won't remove their blindfolds and earmuffs. Let's see their reaction!"

Ha... this naughty little Jenny! I followed her mischievous suggestion and released Han Rui and Han Lei. I helped Han Rui, and Jenny helped Han Lei. We turned off the lights and went up to the elevator. Han Rui and Han Lei, seeing that their blindfolds hadn't been removed, thought things had changed and didn't dare to remove them themselves, letting Jenny and me take them away.

We led them all the way to the guest room and had them stand separately. Jenny grinned at me mischievously, "Master, didn't you want to be intimate with Han Rui? Now is the perfect opportunity! And you're not forcing her."

Jenny's words aroused my desire. I touched Han Rui's breasts. She sensed something was wrong but didn't dare to move. Jenny mischievously started teasing Han Lei. This little girl didn't have her older sister's self-control and couldn't take it after a few moments, but she didn't dare remove the blindfold.

Han Rui's nipples swelled from my sucking, and she gasped and moaned, her hands gripping my shoulders tightly, her vulva involuntarily becoming wet.

Gradually, she sensed something was wrong. She removed the blindfold, took out her glasses from her left eye, and looked at Jenny and me with one eye. Our actions made her face flush with anger. She shoved me hard onto the bed, then threw Jenny on top of me. While

throwing off her earmuffs, she scolded, "You two bad guys, so awful! A pair of perverts!"

Amidst Jenny and my laughter, Han Rui removed the blindfold, glasses, earmuffs, and earplugs from her sister.

Han Lei looked at her angry sister, and at me and Jenny laughing, completely bewildered. Han Rui told Han Lei what had just happened.

"Really?" Han Lei blushed. "Sister Jenny, is that really you?"

"What sister? You lecher!" Han Lei believed it when she saw Han Rui's angry expression.

Suddenly, she burst into laughter, pounced on the bed, and rolled around with Jenny, laughing, "Sister Jenny, it's my turn to control you."

Seeing her sister and Jenny's intimate interaction, Han Rui didn't know whether to let them fool around or stop them, and was at a loss for what to do.

I jumped off the bed, hugged Han Rui, rolled over, and pinned her to the bed. "You tigress, when did it become your turn to lash out?"

Amid Han Rui's protests, the four of us rolled around together.

20. Island Intelligence

We fooled around on the bed for a long time, and finally we were all lying together, one next to the other.

Jenny lay there happily, savoring the sweetness of the moment, saying, "I wish I could spend my whole life like this."

Han Lei giggled again, draping her long, petite legs over my chest, "Life with Master and Sister Jenny is so blissful."

Han Rui was also infected by the joy, her pretty face blushing again, murmuring, "Sigh! I never dreamed I'd become one of you lecherous devils."

Finally, I broke the sweet moment, "Go get dressed, it's time to get to work."

In the office, Han Rui sat at her desk. She seemed to have a particular fondness for white; she wore a white tank top and jeans. She was browsing the video footage we'd taken on her laptop.

I stood behind her, my hands on her smooth, fragrant shoulders, watching together. Han Lei, wearing a mini-skirt, sat beside her sister, her head resting on my arm. Jenny, behind me, reached under my armpits and wrapped her arms around my shoulders.

Han Rui's footage was simpler; she couldn't move around as freely as I could, but she had clearly captured our entire route.

"—Captain Jenny, hello there." Clarissa's mocking face reappeared on the screen. "My captain, where did your former swagger go? Did you forget it after becoming a sex slave and enjoying 'happiness'?"

Jenny hugged my shoulders tightly from behind, and I could feel her excitement. The conversation between me and the island owner continued on the screen. Han Rui raised her right hand and gently stroked the back of my left hand; I had won her heart with my performance for the island owner. Han Lei was also staring intently at the screen, her head resting on my right arm.

I appeared particularly cold and arrogant on the screen.

"Haha... Thank you, Island Lord. There will be four hundred beauties waiting for me at the research institute. I can play with whichever I want! My little Jenny can be their captain then. I'll have her tie up a disobedient one every night for me to discipline. I want to see who dares to act arrogantly in front of me then."

Jenny hugged me tightly from behind, pressing her head against my back, as if only in this way could she place me in her heart and keep me there forever.

When the video played to the part about our ascent, Han Rui pulled up a satellite map of the island on her computer, comparing it with the defensive structures captured along the way, marking them on the map. She was very interested in the video I filmed from the mountaintop. From the top, the defensive weapons below were very obvious, although they were well camouflaged, their location could still be analyzed from the images.

The video didn't slow down until it reached Lizzie's office, where it showed me examining Lizzie's gun.

"This is a US Army M36B1 automatic rifle," Jenny explained.

"Oh? I didn't expect you all to have such good equipment," Han Rui said in surprise.

"Is that kind of gun really that powerful?" I knew nothing about the weapons of this era.

"The M36B1 automatic rifle officially entered service with the US military ten years ago. Its magazine holds 42 rounds of 5.6mm ammunition, it has a 4x optical sight with low-light night vision capability, excellent stability, and very low recoil. Its energy is less than 4.7J, almost comparable to the recoil of a pistol. But its bullet's initial velocity is 925m/s, so its power is very high, with an average rate of fire of 800 rounds per minute. It's a good gun!"

"Han Rui is really amazing, you can tell what kind of gun it is just by looking at it."

In the video, I was examining Lizzie's body armor, and Han Rui continued, "This is a German-made lightweight steel plate body armor. It is composed of 18 ultra-light steel plates, with a weight similar to nylon body armor, but twice as strong. However, this kind of body armor is not very suitable for women."

"Yeah! Every time I wear it, I feel constricted in my chest," Jenny complained.

Han Rui, seeing the helmet I was holding, said, "This is an Israeli-made steel-plastic composite helmet, modeled after the American one. It's lighter than a steel helmet, but three times stronger."

"Yes! When we patrol, we also carry communication devices, low-light night vision goggles, grenades, pistols, first-aid kits, and other items.

I think our equipment is comparable to that of a regular army."

Han Rui shook her head with a wry smile and said, "I'm probably a little better than the regular army." She then added, "It seems we'll need to re-equip our special police force to attack this island."

Han Rui then asked Jenny other questions: "What other weapons do you have on your island?"

Jenny thought for a moment and said, "Some team members have shoulder-fired missiles and digitally targeted mortars. I think there might be automatic armored vehicles on the mountaintop."

Jenny coughed lightly and continued, "I think other large defensive weapons include Patriot PAC-10 six-tube missiles, radar-guided anti-aircraft guns, and Aegis phased-array radar for air defense. For coastal defense, there are Carrion shore-based anti-ship missiles."

At this point, Jenny lowered her gaze and said helplessly, "We have strict regulations on our island, prohibiting people from randomly visiting the island's bases, so I only know the approximate locations of these bases, but I don't know what kind of bases they are. I also don't know the quantity of these weapons."

“It’s alright, I think the footage Jenny provided is enough. Anyway, these bases are going to be completely destroyed, so we don’t need to worry about their purpose,” Han Rui comforted Jenny. Suddenly, Han Rui asked, “Do you have any combat aircraft?”

Jenny thought for a moment, “I don’t think so. The planes on the island are all for transporting goods or personnel. I think the island owner is probably afraid of confusing armed planes with attack planes. The two special police officers who were caught were exposed because they were flying a military plane.”

“Okay, sis, I’m hungry,” Han Lei started to whine.

Jenny jumped up from behind me and said, “Okay! I’ll go cook now.”

Han Lei smiled and said, “I’ll help.”

The two of them happily ran downstairs.

Watching their backs, Han Rui sighed.

“What’s wrong?” I asked.

“Nothing! I was thinking about attacking the island. It seems to be more difficult than I anticipated. We need to change our equipment to do it,” Han Rui explained, shutting down her computer. “I have to go to the base this afternoon to give them the data, and they need to prepare in advance.”

I nodded, but something else popped into my head, so I asked, “Han Rui, since one of those three female slaves is a spy, what if that spy discovers our plan? How will they notify the people on the island?”

Hearing my thoughts, Han Rui also became alert. “They wouldn’t have listening devices or communication devices or anything, would they?”

I thought back… Looking at Nelson's cunning face, I said, "I think he can tell from my relationship with you that I haven't been cruel to the female slaves. So he'll assume the female slaves might have some freedom and time. If that's the case, he won't need to risk having his equipment discovered. He might leave someone near my residence to monitor me. That way, he can both keep an eye on me and wait for the female slaves to give a signal."

Han Rui's expression changed slightly at my words, and she said with lingering fear, "If that's really the case, they'll find out if I go out." After a moment, she thought for a moment and added, "Your phone isn't safe now either. I still have to deliver the intelligence myself."

"Don't worry!" I comforted her, "Let's go upstairs and take a look first."

Han Rui and I looked out from the third-floor window. There were almost no tall buildings visible from outside our compound. It would be impossible for the monitors to spy on us from other buildings. I think that's why Nelson built his house here.

However, in the alley in front of our gate, two new shops had opened: a coffee shop and a bar. I didn't notice them when I came, but I just saw them now while observing. These two shops operate day and night, making them a good place to monitor my area.

Han Rui also noticed the two shops and asked, "Did you see them?"

"Yes."

"There aren't many people passing by on this street, so using the shops as cover is quite effective. Let's look around at other places," Han Rui said softly.

We circled the building, surveying the surroundings. It was mostly single-story houses, and the courtyards next to ours belonged to other people. Only in the backyard did we see an alley. There were few pedestrians here, no shops in the alley, and a fork in the road at the end of the alley.

Han Rui looked down and nodded, "This is a good way out."

"Here?" I looked at the high courtyard wall below, over three meters high. To climb over it, I'd need a ladder or my spacesuit. I frowned, "Do you want me to help you?"

"Hmph!" Han Rui pouted, giving me a disdainful glance. "Don't you look down on me?"

"But you..."

"None of your business..." Han Rui turned her back to me, deliberately stretching in front of me. "Ah! I'm really hungry now."

Seeing her deliberately languid and alluring appearance, I really wanted to forcibly carry her away and pin her to the bed...

Although Han Rui didn't turn around, she seemed to have read my mind. Without turning back, she said, "I think we should eat first! My master, save your energy for tomorrow! Haha..."

She laughed and ran downstairs like a fragrant breeze. Watching her retreating figure, my teeth itched with hatred, but there was nothing I could do.

In the afternoon, Han Rui packed up the equipment we brought. She took out a small walkie-talkie from her bag and said, "This is a walkie-talkie with secure transmission. All signals are coded. There's only one pair of these; the other one is with me.

Remember! You need to keep it with you today. I'll contact you when I get back."

I took the walkie-talkie and tucked it into my waistband.

Han Rui packed her laptop into her backpack, a specially made backpack that was very lightweight and convenient to carry. She wore a shirt over her white tank top and slung the laptop over her shoulder. She turned around, wrapped her arms around my neck, and looked at me with a deliberately coquettish expression, saying, "My mistress, could you please go to the third floor and check if anyone's on the back street?"

At times like this, she always used seductive tricks to tempt me. I felt a ticklish sensation and reached out to grab her breasts, but she suddenly dodged away, "Haha...no, we still have important business to attend to today!" she said, running out the door.

Looking at this alluring sprite, I could only swallow my saliva and run upstairs.

I stood at the third-floor window, holding the binoculars Eugene had given me. The streets were eerily quiet; no one was moving.

Han Rui carried a laptop, wearing gloves with strong, non-slip rubber on her palms and fingers. She wore sneakers and carried a stool.

Jenny and Han Lei, along with Kailu, were curiously watching from the courtyard. Han Rui placed the stool about a meter away from the high wall, took a dozen steps back, and then looked up at my instructions. I smiled and blew her a kiss to indicate I was okay. Seeing my teasing, she wrinkled her cute nose and glared at me before looking down at the stool.

She started running, moving quickly, and in the blink of an eye, she reached the stool. She leaped onto it, her right foot landing about 1.7 meters on the wall, followed by her left foot, which then extended forty centimeters. With a nimble leap, she grabbed the top of the wall and rolled lightly over it.

As she leaped over the wall, her right hand clung to the top, slowing her descent. She only released her grip after her body was completely submerged.

Her entire movement was clean and graceful; from running to scaling the wall, it took only three seconds. Although I consider my genetically modified body to be no less capable than hers, her ability is beyond my reach. No wonder she was upset that I underestimated her.

However, my computer recorded her leap, and I think I'll quickly analyze her technique and, with computer assistance, be able to replicate the move perfectly.

Han Rui walked briskly out of the wall, turned back to look at me upstairs, and smiled smugly. Like a child, she stretched out her hand, pretending to shoot at me. As she opened her mouth wide and said "Bang!", I pretended to be dead and lay by the window, following her arm's trembling.

"Master!" Han Lei exclaimed from downstairs.

I opened one eye and laughed, "I was killed by my sister."

Jenny laughed heartily at my pitiful attempt to amuse Han Rui.

Han Rui didn't return all afternoon. After dinner, Kailu squatted beside me, with Jenny and Han Lei keeping me company. Jenny, worried I might be anxious, reassured me, "Master, don't worry! Sister Han Rui will be alright."

"Yes! Master, my sister is very powerful," Han Lei added, clinging to me.

I thought of the female slaves in the dungeon and felt a pang of pity. "Really, we'll ignore them for a whole day? How can they endure being hungry and scared like that?"

Jenny, however, was unconvinced. "Master is just too soft-hearted. Don't you think about what would happen if they betrayed you? Would they still care if you lived or died?"

"But the other female slaves are innocent!"

"Master! Aren't you afraid they'll harm us? Why don't you wait for my sister to say something?"

I put my arms around Jenny and Han Lei on either side and stopped talking. It wasn't

until late at night that my walkie-talkie beeped. I took it out of my waist, and Han Rui's voice came through, "I'm here. Come and meet me outside the wall!"

Han Lei jumped up and was the first to run out. When Jenny and I arrived at the backyard wall, Han Lei and Kailu were already there.

I told Han Rui on the walkie-talkie, "We've arrived."

"Good! Vancl, catch the rope and tie it to the tree." Just as I finished speaking, a rope was thrown over the wall. Jenny, holding a flashlight, helped me tie the rope to the tree, saying, "Done!"

The rope tightened, and as we looked over the wall, something flew through the air and landed with a "bang!" on the ground.

Han Rui jumped in surprise. In Jenny's flashlight beam, I saw a large backpack.

At that moment, Han Rui jumped down from the wall.

She picked up the backpack. "Let's go back and talk."

In the office, Han Rui took off her laptop and told us what had happened.

Back at base, Han Rui told the colonel everything. In her computer files, the technicians analyzed the island's layout and defenses.

The colonel was very satisfied with the operation but specifically pointed out the need to be wary of surveillance by the island's inhabitants and spies among the female slaves.

Han Rui continued, "Today I brought some necessary equipment and the electrical devices we'll use for interrogation."

She said to me, "Vanke, although I agree with the assumption that the female slaves wouldn't use electronic communication devices, we can't be careless. What if they have listening devices or something similar?"

Then she took out three leather collars from her bag and said to Jenny, "Jenny, put these on them. This thing can monitor and record radio communication activity 24 hours a day. If they make any moves, we'll detect it."

"Okay." Jenny picked up the collars and ran out.

"Vanke, look at this." She took out several pairs of earplugs and a microphone from her bag.

"This is...?"

"This is our interrogation tool for the female slaves." Han Rui said, gesturing with her hands, "Look, turn on the power, put the earplugs in their ears, and then put on the soundproof earmuffs. We can use this microphone to ask questions. Press the red button when asking questions, and release it after you're done. That way, they won't hear anything other than our questions."

I nodded, it was indeed a good method.

Han Rui handed me a small box. I took it and looked at it; it was a plastic box with no markings on the lid. I opened it and found a pistol inside.

"A Chinese-made Model 2046 automatic pistol, with a quick-fire and slow-fire mechanism. It's 180mm long, weighs 0.4kg unloaded, and holds 12 rounds of 9mm standard ammunition in a single magazine. It has a range of 80m and remains lethal even at 800m. It has low recoil and good stability. The gun has a laser sight, and the barrel is equipped with a suppressor and flash hider," Han Rui explained expertly.

Looking at the brand-new pistol, I couldn't help but feel a little tempted. Men of all eras have a fondness for weapons, especially in dangerous situations. The five magazines under the receiver were fully loaded.

"Wow! Such a beautiful gun!" Jenny returned to the office, snatched the box from my hand, held the pistol, and laughed, "Haha…it's so light! Like a toy. I bet it weighs less than a pound."

"About 0.9 pounds!" Han Rui corrected.

"Sister Han Rui, is there one for me?"

"Yes!" Han Rui took out another box.

"Sister! Where's mine?"

"What do little kids need weapons for?"

Han Lei pouted unhappily. Seeing the commotion, Kailu also came over. Jenny happily hugged the box and squatted down next to Han Lei, laughing, "Little Lei, don't be angry! Guns aren't for fun. Having a gun means danger. Don't worry, Sister Jenny will protect you."

Han Lei helplessly hugged Kailu's neck. Kailu sat obediently, letting her stroke its dark fur.

Seeing their harmony, I felt relieved. I asked Han Rui, "How do you use this gun?"

Han Rui picked up a gun and a magazine and sat down next to me, teaching me the essentials of loading, unloading, aiming, and firing.

Han Lei watched us playing with guns longingly, but she didn't get one, and she felt really bad.

“We’ll each have one of these guns, and 60 rounds of ammunition each,” she said, handing the guns to Jenny and me. “There are also holsters here.

Take your pick.”

She pulled out several holsters, and Jenny immediately grabbed one that was strapped to her leg, exclaiming happily, “I like this one!” She lifted her skirt, strapped the holster to the inside of her left thigh, and then put the gun inside, laughing, “How is it?”

Han Rui frowned slightly. Although this concealed the gun well, she didn’t like the feeling of the pistol rubbing against her legs while walking.

I looked at Jenny and laughed, “Honey, you can’t wear miniskirts anymore.”

Jenny shook her head nonchalantly, “What’s wrong with a miniskirt? It’s easier to draw the gun this way.” She spread her legs, lifted her skirt with her left hand, and pulled out the gun with her right, her movements reminiscent of a Western cowboy.

Han Rui took off my suit jacket and showed me how to wear the holster hanging under my arm. After putting it on, I tried it on and found it very convenient.

“Ah! Okay! My mission for today is complete.” Han Rui stood up, packed her bag, and prepared to leave.

"Who said you've finished your mission?" I deliberately interrupted her.

"Huh? Is there anything else I haven't told you?" Han Rui was stunned by what I said.

"Of course." I smiled and walked over, hugging her tightly and laughing, "You haven't told me where you're spending the night tonight!"

Han Rui frowned in embarrassment as I hugged her. At this moment, Han Lei, who hadn't spoken for a while, seemed to have found an opportunity to vent. She jumped up from her chair and hugged her sister, laughing, "That's right! That's right! Sister is definitely spending the night with us tonight."

Jenny also laughed. I don't know when she took out handcuffs, but she handcuffed Han Rui's hands behind her back.

"You...you guys are really..." Han Rui was so angry at my group attack that she couldn't speak, and helplessly, she was pushed away by us.

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