【Slave by Nature】(07) Author: xxin

Author: xxin
Word Count: 3017
(VII)
At the time, I didn't realize he was willing to let me go. I just thought it was another way for him to humiliate me
. In despair, I lay on the ground and cried for a long time. It
wasn't until he went back into the house that I stood up blankly and even washed the mud and
smelly urine off my body again. It wasn't until I suddenly realized that the restraints on my body had been removed that I panicked and ran to the door. My
schoolbag had been left in the corner behind the gate. Fortunately, no one took it from the crowd of people coming and going. I hurriedly
put on my clothes, glanced at the old man who didn't come out to stop me, opened the door and fled in a hurry.
Back in the dormitory, after calming down a bit, I collapsed onto the bed, feeling dizzy and unsteady. I
curled up in the quilt and cried my heart out. My second sister quickly dragged away my fourth sister, who was dumbfounded and wanted to come up to ask questions.
I hadn't returned all night, my hair was disheveled, and my clothes were in disarray. Anyone could tell that something had happened to me.
It wasn't until evening, after I calmed down a bit, took a hot shower, and dressed myself, that I felt like I
was back in this warm world. They kindly got me some food, but I vomited after just one bite and developed
a fever that night, ending up in the hospital.
That night, lying in my hospital bed with an IV drip, my mind was constantly foggy, extremely sleepy,
yet I couldn't sleep soundly. Every time I closed my eyes, I felt like I was on a high-speed train, fragmented images rushing past from afar
, then turning into points of light behind me. Childhood chasing games, scribbled-on college entrance exam papers,
images of my parents arguing, the satisfaction of holding my award certificates for photos… strange fragments of memory came rushing in, but
the memories of what had just passed were completely blank.
The deepest memory from my days in the hospital was the severe vomiting; the smell of food made my stomach churn
, and I vomited everything I ate. It took several days before I could slowly drink some thin porridge, and
more than a week after being discharged to gradually recover.
Four days later, I was discharged from the hospital after recovering. For a while afterward, I was somewhat dazed and confused. My sisters
looked at me with a hint of unease; I knew they were guessing I had lost my virginity, been heartbroken, or been deceived and abused
, but ultimately, they were worried about me. Actually, I was fine; it was just that the experience was too traumatic, leaving me in
a daze, unable to distinguish between dreams and reality.
Every night, as soon as I fell asleep, I dreamt that I was tied to a tree, experiencing all sorts of absurd, real, pleasurable, and terrifying things
. Until I woke up from the dream and found myself truly tied to the tree, the tension, helplessness, and struggle returned…
Layer upon layer of dreams, reality and illusion intertwined, the ecstasy of passionate climaxes and
the nightmare of endless falling abyss entangled together. Every morning when I woke up, I was often in a daze for a long time, only the cool, slippery feeling on my underwear
reminding me that I had returned to the real world.
I often drifted off, wondering if all of this was just a wet dream, otherwise, why would I still be sitting here?
After lingering for a long time, I finally shook my head with a self-deprecating laugh. What's done is done;
the pain in my anus during those few days in the hospital told me that all of this had truly happened. I won't forget, and I
doubt others will either.
Looking back, the old man in the sanitation room probably wasn't a bad person; otherwise, he wouldn't have let me go. I misunderstood him;
the endless resentment I felt that day has vanished. Although he was fierce, he must have been a kind-hearted person; otherwise
, I would have had too many leverage over him. Hmm, I still have nude photos on his phone. What should I do?
I asked on a forum, not daring to tell the truth, just saying I was found bound and taken nude, but
released without being assaulted. Everyone was amazed; the replies were mostly gloating, warnings, and advice
, but no one offered any advice on how to handle it. After hesitating for many days, I decided to go back to him. What
's meant to be will be. No matter what, it shouldn't be more tragic than that day.
One afternoon, I stood outside the courtyard gate again. Even though my phone in my bag had the recording
function secretly on, I was still uneasy. For over half a month, I hadn't even dared to come here to get hot water. The ordinary,
somewhat dilapidated courtyard gate, to me, seemed like a gaping maw ready to devour me.
I thought a lot about how to talk to the old man, even considering offering a gift to "redeem" my photos. Then
I thought it was all nonsense, unreliable no matter how I thought about it, so I decided to just improvise!
Mustering my courage, I pushed the door open a crack with a "creak." Peeking out, I saw the old man sweeping
. Hearing the noise, he glanced back, then continued sweeping as if oblivious. Meeting his gaze, I realized that the courage I had finally mustered had 　　vanished like a tiny flame
in the cold wind and rain .
The scene I thought I'd almost forgotten suddenly came vividly back to me. His coldness
, fierceness, and domineering nature sent a chill down my spine in the afternoon heat, and my legs trembled involuntarily
.
I repeatedly encouraged myself, reminding myself not to show weakness, and finally managed to control my emotions as I approached him.
"Grand...Sir..." It was so hard to speak!
"..."
"Sir..."
"..."
"I'm sorry for bothering you last time! Could you..."
The old man finally turned around and handed me the broom: "Help me sweep it clean."
"Ah...Oh, okay!"
The old man went back to his room. I picked up the large bamboo broom, feeling much more relaxed. After all, just striking up a conversation
was a victory.
After sweeping the floor, I walked back to the old man who was making tea and whispered, "Sir... could you... could you
... give me the photo from last time..."
He didn't turn around, interrupting me, "Don't want to be a slave anymore?"
The similar words, the same flippant tone, made me feel a surge of shame and anger. I couldn't help but retort, "
Didn't you say you don't take slaves? What's it to you?"
Before I could finish speaking, a sharp, burning pain shot through my cheek, and I was instantly stunned.
From childhood, I had always been the darling of my parents and teachers; I had never been slapped, not even on the palm of my hand.
Tears welled up uncontrollably. Through my tear-blurred eyes, I saw his fierce gaze, and I panicked.
Bewildered, like a lamb standing before a big bad wolf, my heart clenched with fear. How could I have forgotten how he
treated me last time? How could I not control my mouth? What should I do now? What should I do?
Looking at his cold face, even though I was above him, I felt completely shrouded in his shadow.
Waves of guilt washed over me, and my legs went weak, causing me to kneel down: "Master...no...wait..."
He turned and went back to making tea. I waited a while, and seeing no movement, I was about to get up when he turned back and
gave me a cold look, which frightened me so much that I knelt down again.
He sat in his armchair, slowly sipping his tea, while I knelt beside him dejectedly, cursing myself for being useless
. He hadn't even said anything, and I had already knelt down. Now I had no confidence left and could only be at his mercy.
After a while, he turned his head and looked at me, suddenly cursing, "Slouching and stooping, you don't even kneel properly!" He turned and
went into the room, coming out with a riding crop. The whip tapped under my chin, like a mechanic adjusting
a workpiece: "Head up!"
"Chest out!...Hands behind your back!...Legs apart!...Don't sit on my feet!" The whip
struck my hands, back, thighs, and buttocks. It wasn't too painful, but the humiliation was intense. I dared not
resist, dared not dodge, and sobbed as I vaguely obeyed, thinking: 'Is this how a
master treats his slave?'
"Open your mouth!...Bite it!"
I knelt there, a riding whip between my teeth, sobbing, tears streaming down my cheeks, not
daring to wipe them away. I felt extremely wronged: 'You're not my master either, why are you treating me like this?' But my two previous
experiences had made me almost take his domineering attitude for granted, and I couldn't muster any thought of resistance.
But this position was just too shameful: the old man sat drinking tea, while I, biting the whip, knelt stiffly before him,
being punished. My mouth was open, saliva dripping from the corners of my mouth, all the way down to my chest, as I lowered my head slightly
. Even though I was clothed, my private parts were so exposed, my hands behind my back offering no cover, as if I
were offering myself up for manipulation. I wanted to hide but dared not lower my head; after kneeling for a short while, my face was flushed crimson.
While I was pointlessly contemplating whether to resist, whether to escape, lust was already rising within me
. My lower body was clearly aroused, my nipples were hardening, and my breathing was noticeably heavier. And the old man was right beside me
; he had probably already heard me! I was filled with unbearable shame, yet I had already accepted reality. This damned
body had betrayed its master!
After kneeling for a while longer, my knees ached and went numb, and all my energy was focused on suppressing my moans
. My body was trembling slightly, and a distinct pleasure was emanating from my private parts. My body was tingling and itchy all over,
but I dared not scratch.
"Master..." My voice was pleading, urgent, and seductively wanton. I knew I
had met my destined nemesis, utterly defeated, and no longer able to muster any resistance.
Master casually got up and went into the house, leaving me stunned.
I knelt until before dinner, no longer caring about Master's orders, kneeling haphazardly with my back hunched. My hands were
digging into my hands behind my back, otherwise I couldn't help but scratch my private parts. Then Master came over and told me that he
hadn't taken any pictures of me that day, and that I could leave.
I got up suspiciously, my knees completely numb, damn Master! Then I saw a shiny
wet stain on the ground, and I didn't dare to hide it in front of him, how embarrassing! That
night in the dormitory, I couldn't help but play the recording. It's like throwing a lamb to the slaughter! I was all fired up this morning, determined
to turn things around, and now I've lost everything. Ugh... I should say I've lost so much my underwear is soaked.

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