【Paradis】

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【Paradise】(0-19) {Updated 2013/08/29}
Author: irisaz
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Paradise Chapter 00
Preparation Room Day 01 Jasmine "I said we should go to Denmark!" Eric muttered under his breath.
"Damn it, my shoulder is numb..."
"Hey, don't forget," Jimmy retorted weakly, "you were the one who said we should have some 'exotic' experiences." " Yeah, yeah
, you saw that blonde and forgot even your own last name."
"Oh, I thought you were so engrossed in chatting with your big-breasted girl that you completely forgot I existed!"
"Shut up, you sow!" A hoarse female voice interrupted their argument, her English thick with Eastern European
accent: "Nobody likes a noisy sex slave. You two better learn how to be one."
The woman appeared before them, wearing a shirt, a tight skirt, and bright red high heels.
"You son of a bitch!" Eric gritted his teeth. "Don't think you can..."
"Slap!" A crisp slap made Eric see stars, the force of which was like that of a wrestler.
"Especially those with unclean mouths." A smile played on her lips, adorned with dark purple lipstick, and her light brown eyes, accented with light blue eyeshadow,
stared at Jimmy, as if expecting something. "Do you want ransom... or organs...?" Jimmy
recalled a news story he had once read.
"Don't be nervous. As long as you behave, I guarantee you'll both live well. I absolutely won't hurt you
...too badly." The woman injected an needle into the two men's bound arms. "Don't be afraid, this is just a sedative..."
The drug made the two men's consciousness begin to blur. The woman flicked her fingers, and four burly men walked into the narrow, windowless room
. "Take this one to R12." She pointed at Eric, and two strong men untied his hands, powerfully
lifting the already numb and limp man. "Oh, if she still has the strength to resist, break her knees."
The burly man nodded silently and dragged the man out of the room. Before losing consciousness, Jimmy last heard the woman command: "
...r13...how to handle...before...okay..."
r13 day 01 The rough cement walls of the Jesse Smith building and an iron door without any handles faced
a smooth mirror behind the door, reflecting a soaking wet, naked, trembling black-haired man.
A few minutes earlier, he had been jolted awake by several powerful forces and found himself locked in a vertical, barrel-shaped sealed chamber. His
clothes were nowhere to be seen, and jets of water sprayed from all directions, relentlessly washing over every inch of his skin.
He was powerless to resist, and his curses and pleas were drowned out by the high-pressure water jets. When the chamber door opened, before he could even understand what was happening, he
was once again lifted up by strong men and thrown into the cramped, five-meter-square cell.
—How is Eric?…
—If it were him, he should be able to escape…
—I should have been smarter. How could that blonde bombshell at the bar possibly be interested in me…
—What do these people want from us? Will we ever be able to go back…?
After an unknown amount of time, a small opening appeared at the bottom of the iron door with a “click…”, and a bowl of thick soup,
overcooked green beans, and potatoes was pushed in. Jimmy, who had been hungry all day, wolfed down the food.
He knew that Eric's situation was probably no better than his own, and he knew that his chances of escaping were slim to
none.
Unbeknownst to him, the food he had just eaten contained a high dose of estrogen and sleeping pills…
Paradise Episode 01
R12 Day 08 Erica In this dark and confined space, time seemed to be just an
empty concept. Eric didn't know how long he had been on a hunger strike. Standing up was a struggle, but he would
rather starve than let those people have their way.
—The food they gave him was problematic…
Every time he ate it, he would fall into a deep sleep. Some time ago, he began to feel an unusual swelling in his chest, and
his beard started to fall out. Even his voice seemed to be getting strange.
The lights came back on, and more food was brought in. Was this the fifth or sixth serving since he refused to eat? Eric
stared at the stainless steel plate, the aroma of the soup irresistibly tempting.
—No! Something must have been added again…
He turned his head away, trying to ignore the food, but he couldn't stop the fragrance from wafting into his nostrils. The desire to eat made his
mouth water. Instinct and reason were locked in a struggle; he didn't know how long he could hold out,
when his body would succumb to his appetite…
—At least not today!
He told himself, swallowing again.
For the past few days, he had tried to escape this room, but the sound of hitting the concrete wall was deep and short, the mirror
was incredibly sturdy, not to mention the heavy iron door. Plus, he had been mostly hungry during his waking hours, so he
simply couldn't muster any strength.
The most unbearable thing was excretion. The cell didn't even have a tiny drain, forcing him
to relieve himself in a corner. The stench from the past few days permeated the entire confined space. Fortunately, they provided
mostly liquid food, which Eric managed to hold in, preventing the cell from emitting too much of a fecal odor.
He tried yelling and throwing the indestructible steel plate around, but all to no avail, only making him feel more like
a helpless child.
He hoped the innkeeper would discover their unclaimed luggage and call the police, who would arrive with a large force
to rescue them and help them through this harrowing Eastern European journey.
Or perhaps his estranged parents realized their son had long exceeded his planned travels
and began using diplomatic means to investigate his disappearance.
Every time he closed his eyes, he fantasized it was just a nightmare, that he would wake up the next day in a soft, comfortable hotel bed,
enjoying a delicious buffet breakfast, and then tell Jimmy about this absurd nightmare…
“You didn’t even forget me in your nightmares? You’re a good buddy!” Jimmy would always humorously comment on this terrible dream
.
Fantasy is always just fantasy; what he saw when he opened his eyes was still the cramped prison cell, and his weak, powerless body and
increasingly empty soul reflected in the mirror.
The days after the hunger strike became even more agonizing. Without the influence of sleeping pills, he could remain conscious, but
the cell was mostly dark, only illuminated when they brought the dish of poison
.
He kicked the fragrant poisonous liquid into a corner, the liquid splashing out and mixing with the undried urine on the floor
; the stench of urine wasn't as pungent as before.
The reflection in the mirror was truly wretched. His short, brown hair, disheveled like dry straw, covered his lifeless eyes;
his lips were pale and bloodless; sweat and urine stained his entire body. He looked like a homeless person from the slums, but worse than a homeless person
, he didn't even have a shirt to cover himself.
"Please, free me from this nightmare..."
Eric collapsed weakly onto the cold, hard concrete floor, his consciousness fading...
Clinic Day 08 Erica "Get up, you sow!" A hoarse, foreign accent rang out. Eric, still dazed,
looked at the overlapping shadow of the voice's owner.
"Slap!" The slap finally brought him back to his senses.
"You have a problem with the feed we carefully prepared for you, you slut?" The light brown eyes stared sharply at
Eric.
He tried to retaliate, only to find himself bound to a semi-reclining hospital bed, his limbs and torso tightly bound by multiple
synthetic fabric straps.
This iron bed appeared no different from a regular hospital bed, but it contained many hidden mechanisms. The gear system in the base not only allowed for stepless
adjustment of the reclining angle but also enabled the bed board to stand vertically. Furthermore, by releasing the latches, the bed frame securing his legs
could separate along the center line, allowing for free adjustment of the angle at which the patient's legs were spread.
The reinforced fiber straps, seemingly fixed to the edge of the bed, were actually attached to a composite structure on the outer ring.
By moving the handles at both ends along the track, the patient could be turned over using the straps, and
the patient's position could be controlled through various joint gears.
"What...what do you want to do...?" Eric asked weakly, his voice sounding like it wasn't
coming from his own throat. He saw the burly man push over a mobile platform piled with unidentified medicines and instruments.
"We'll give you an enema first, and then we'll replenish the nutrients you've lost over the past two days!" the woman said, spreading Eric
's legs and lifting them up, then pressing his calves against his inner thighs, exposing his penis and anus without reservation
.
"How many days has it been since you last pooped? Five days? Or more than a week?"
"Fuck...fuck your ass, ugh!" Before he could utter the word "ass," the woman suddenly inserted the rubber tube into his
anus. Then she picked up a large enema syringe, shaped like an oversized syringe, filled it with
enema fluid from the metal basin, and attached the syringe end to the other end of the rubber tube.
"No...no no no...don't do this...oh...damn it...ah..." Eric gritted his teeth, enduring
the pain of the fluid being injected into his intestines. This enema fluid was a mixture of glycerin and a diluted alkaline solution, causing violent
peristalsis of the large intestine wall upon injection. The solidified, waterless feces further intensified the pain of the peristalsis.
She skillfully pulled and pressed, quickly pouring all the enema fluid from the iron basin
into Eric's body.
"Eek!" As the woman pulled out the rubber tube with her left hand, she swiftly inserted a cone-shaped anal plug with her right,
giving Eric no chance to catch his breath.
"Relax, you sow, I'll pull it out in five minutes."
"Five...five minutes?" Eric clenched his fists. Let alone five minutes, he couldn't even hold on for thirty seconds
. His intestines felt like they were twisted together, and the excrement was boiling and churning.
"Aaaaaah! No...don't do that! Please...don't press...don't press!...Waaaaaahhhhh!..."
The woman deliberately pressed on Eric's lower abdomen. The more agonizingly he screamed, the more excited she became, as if she could derive pleasure 　　from his
pig-like cries. The five minutes seemed to stretch out indefinitely. 　　"
Gurgle...pfft pfft...whoosh who ... 　　 After cleaning his anus with a wet wipe, the woman took a bright yellow IV bag from the platform, connected it to the IV 　　tubing and needle, hung the bag on the IV stand by the bed, and deftly inserted the needle into Eric's elbow 　　vein. "Here, this is the comprehensive nutrition solution." 　　 "As for this..." The woman lifted an iron bucket from the lower platform and connected it to a cylindrical machine beside the bed with a water 　　pipe. An interface extending from the side of the machine connected to another transparent soft tube, the tip of which was about the thickness of a coin 　　. "...This is our homemade automatic feeder. This automatic pump dispenses 500cc 　　of water every half hour." 　　 She then took out a metal forced gag, two curved stainless steel bars with a curvature perfectly matching 　　the human jaw. Each bar had two curved barbs, and the ends were spring-loaded 　　locking mechanisms. Eric clenched his lips in a final struggle, but the burly man beside him easily pried them open. The woman 　　placed the forced gag in his mouth: "If you don't want your jaw to dislocate, you'd better loosen your grip, you sow 　　. " Then, with a gentle turn of the lock, the steel bar pried open Eric's jaw, as if he were forced to bite down on an 　　invisible iron ball. 　　 Adjusting the angle of the mouth gag, the woman inserted a transparent tube into his throat, all the way down to his esophagus, and then 　　turned on the pump. "Gurgle!" Eric clearly saw the translucent, whitish 　　liquid flowing through the tube, rushing towards his digestive tract, and stared at the woman in terror. 　　 —My God, could that be… 　　 "It's just diluted saline solution, vitamins, and starch paste to help your body absorb it faster," 　　the woman patted the metal container. "Oh right! The estrogen that's mixed in the feed is also in here, but the concentration 　　is probably three times that of the feed." 　　 "Gurgle! Cough cough... Gurgle ahhh!" 　　 "Don't worry about not having enough, someone will help you change it when you're done!" 　　 Then they put a transparent soft tube on his penis and secured it with a strap around his lower abdomen, with the other end of the tube 　　connected to a glass jar.

The woman and the burly man left, leaving only the hum of the machines and the gurgling sounds of swallowing in the treatment room.
Treatment Room Day 09 Erica: Although this room was dark and equipped with unknown instruments,
both the space and the lighting were far better than the pitch-black solitary cell.
Like the cell, the lights would be turned on periodically, and someone would come in to change
the metal bucket for the feeding device, the IV bag, and the urine collection container. These people didn't utter a word; they left after completing their work,
more mechanical than machines themselves.
"Click...whoosh—buzzing, whoosh—buzzing, whoosh—"
The automatic pump played the same measure of the nameless melody again, monotonous, repetitive, and devoid of emotion. Compared to the suffocating
silence, Eric was slightly more drawn to this melody.
But this melody also heralded the beginning of painful torment.
The feeding liquid flowed intermittently into his body through the tube. Although his throat and mouth had become accustomed to the presence of foreign objects,
the nausea from the forced liquid being forced into his esophagus still made him gag. He had learned how to control his throat and
the back of his tongue, retching the overflowing feeding liquid back into his mouth and then slowly swallowing it himself.
—Oh no, the tube has retracted again…
Sometimes the feeding tube slips back down his throat due to its elasticity. Because his lips and jaw are fixed in place,
he can't spit it out without using his facial muscles. After several painful choking incidents, he learns
to use his tongue and swallowing muscles to swallow the tube deeper and hold it firmly, preventing the feeding liquid from flowing
into his trachea.
Enduring the soreness from excessive movement of his tongue and oral muscles, he suffers and resents, yet
slowly adapts.
All these abusive arrangements are actually specially designed for him, not only to force-feed high concentrations
of estrogen, but also to train his mouth to react to external foreign objects, especially tubular or cylindrical ones
.
"Hiss..."
He urinated again. Due to the constant force-feeding of liquids, his bladder quickly filled, and the urine
changed from its original golden color to a clear, colorless liquid.
The repetitive mechanical noise stopped, and he slowly swallowed the fluid that had accumulated in his cheeks. The swelling in his bladder had
subsided considerably, and what followed was another long, silent wait. "
That's great!" (Paradise Episode 2,
R13, Day 25: How long has it been since Jasmine saw the sun?) Jimmy didn't know, he didn't even know if it
was day or night. In this claustrophobic place, time seemed to freeze along with the air. He
counted the days by the number of meal deliveries. If he counted three times a day, almost a month had passed. Jimmy
dipped his index finger in some soup and drew a stroke across the four bars of the counter on the cement wall.
Now they would "shower" themselves in the bucket before breakfast was delivered. He had learned to
walk into the bucket before the strongmen lifted him up, at least to avoid physical pain. He had also gotten used to the high-pressure water jets spraying from the bucket walls
, which made him feel clean and clear-headed.
Initially, someone would come to give him enemas every four to five days. Each time, they would push in a
platform about the size of a single bed, binding his wrists, elbows, knees, and ankles
tightly with special straps made of reinforced fiber fabric. A woman wearing a mask would then begin the enema. After he defecated,
she would clean around his anus and apply ointment to prevent infection.
He tried to be compliant and submissive, hoping they would treat him better. He pleaded with
the woman giving him the enema and swore he would never resist, only hoping to have normal bowel movements, but this only resulted in more enema fluid.
He noticed the intervals between enemas were getting shorter and shorter. Not long ago, it had become once every two days, but this week
it was almost daily, with a rubber tube inserted into his anus. On the last two days, he was even given enemas before showering and before dinner.
Jimmy poured the last bit of food from the steel dish into his mouth. He knew the food was laced with drugs. He had tried starving
himself to express his anger, but the emptiness and darkness quickly overwhelmed his reason. He succumbed to his appetite and
couldn't even last a day. Recently, he noticed a significant increase in the amount of light he was exposed to, and his sleep time seemed to have decreased accordingly.
Was his body adapting? Or had they really reduced the dosage? Jimmy had no interest in pondering
questions that, even if he knew the answer, would be of no help in the current situation. He placed his empty plate back by the iron gate, turned around, and saw the unfamiliar
figure in the mirror.
—Is this…me?
The unfamiliar face looked at him. The stubble on his lips and chin had fallen off two weeks ago and hadn't grown back. His cheeks,
though slightly sunken, had become smooth and supple.
Much of the muscle he had built up from playing baseball and surfing had disappeared; his abs were flat and soft,
and all the body hair on his arms, armpits, chest, and legs was gone.
The most obvious change was in his breasts. The high dose of estrogen had caused them to swell, reaching a B-cup
size. Gravity had created a beautiful curve in the lower edges of his breasts, and his nipples had become firmer.
—No…again…that feeling…is coming again…
His chest was gradually warming up, and Jimmy could feel the blood rushing from his neck and shoulders to his breasts, as if a force was squeezing his ribs. His nipples also felt a strange swelling. This feeling 　　would appear intermittently
after meals , waking Jimmy from his slumber several times in pain. 　　 He looked between his legs; his male genitals had shrunk to a third of their original size. What used to 　　require a whole hand to grasp now only needed two fingers to hold. Previously, when he tried to masturbate, 　　it had taken him a full twenty minutes to achieve an erection. 　　 Jimmy touched his short hair; although it was less than half its former length, it was 　　the fastest he had ever grown in his memory. Two weeks ago, they had shaved his head bald with electric clippers and applied 　　a hot, numbing ointment to his scalp, feeling as if they were tearing it open. After that, every time he showered, 　　someone would apply a pungent chemical to his hair. The newly grown hair was no longer black, but an unusually 　　striking creamy blonde.

What did he look like in the past? The gaunt face in the mirror looked increasingly unfamiliar, and
glistening tears welled up in the eyes of this stranger.
—I can't cry…I can't cry…I…
Jimmy crouched in the corner, wiping away the tears that hadn't yet fallen with the edge of his palm.
—I am…a…
Jimmy recalled the words his mother had whispered in his ear as she bandaged his wound when he fell and cried at the age of six.
—Am I still a man…?
Jimmy looked again at the androgynous, deformed body in the mirror. —…I miss you so much…Mom…Mom
…
Jimmy finally burst into tears.
H05 Day 25. Jasmine stood backstage, looking at herself in the full-length mirror. Her waist-length straight hair shimmered
with a striking golden light. The position only allowed the light to slightly outline her cheeks and chin, but
she didn't care; she was very confident in her appearance.
She took a deep breath, her large breasts heaving with the rise and fall of her chest, her erect nipples
swaying, making her feel deeply ashamed yet simultaneously excited. She traced her breasts with her slender fingers, painted with neon nail polish
, and gently massaged her full, elastic buttocks along her flat stomach, perfect waistline, and firm curves
.
She stroked her smooth thighs and firm, slender calves. Six-inch patent leather high heels encased her feet,
causing her calves to bulge slightly, creating a sexy S-shape with her legs.
She could feel the blood rushing to her lower abdomen, where an
organ that shouldn't exist on a woman's body was growing between her thighs. A hideous penis, as thick as a python, stood erect, its testicles, the size of tangerines, swollen within the scrotum.
With each breath, the engorged, bright red glans swayed up and down, as if hissing at the beautiful woman in the mirror.
—...How bizarre...How disgusting...How vulgar...How obscene...But...So beautiful...
She walked slowly towards the stage, her breasts swaying wildly with each step, like pudding. The cold air from the air conditioner made
her nipples hard and swollen, and her erect penis swayed from side to side with each step, like a predator
hunting for prey, proudly tossing its head. Her inner thighs rubbed against her large breasts, bringing a tingling pleasure
.
She stood in front of the dark red curtain, striking the most alluring and seductive pose. She knew the audience was packed
, every gaze fixed on her with infatuation and madness, just as she was on herself.
She heard the music shift from beautiful piano to a powerful electric guitar, the cue
point ten seconds into the show. She took another breath, and the curtain slowly opened to the left and right, followed by deafening applause and cheers from the audience…
h05 day 26 Jasmine “Whoa!?” Jimmy woke up with a start, his breathing so heavy his heart almost
jumped out of his mouth. He pressed his hand against his heaving chest.
—My God…what…what a terrible dream? …So bizarre…so disgusting…so…
He shook his head, trying to forget the lewd scenes in his dream. He closed his eyes and slowly regulated his breathing
until it calmed down, only then realizing that the sense of space around him was different.
Where am I...?
Jimmy realized he was sitting on a comfortable king-size bed with a clean white mattress, comforter, and soft
pillows, and a faint scent of lavender.
—It had been a long time since he had slept in a bed like this…
He didn’t particularly like the smell of lavender, but at this moment he felt much more relaxed. He began to observe his surroundings
. The room was similar in size to the single cell, but it gave him a comfortable warmth. Six lighting fixtures
were embedded in the ceiling, emitting soft white light. The headboard and the left side of the bed were against the clean
white walls, painted like the bed surface. A 42-inch LCD monitor was embedded in the wall at the foot of the bed, with two black boxes embedded above it.
There were also two identical devices on the ceiling above the headboard. Jimmy guessed from the mesh surface that they were probably some kind of speakers.
A white, lacquered iron door was embedded in the wall to the right of the bed. It
was much lighter and smaller than the one in the cell. An L-shaped table leaned against the corner to the left of the door; the longer end resembled a dining table, while the shorter end
served as a dressing table. A large half-length mirror stood on the table, which was neatly arranged with various makeup tools,
bottles, and jars of cosmetics and skincare products—most of which Jimmy couldn't even name. A stool and a chair were placed under the table.
To the right of the door stood a large white, double-leaf wardrobe.
The only thing this place had in common with the cell was the lack of a window.
Just as he rolled out of bed to carefully inspect the wardrobe, the creaking sound of the white iron door opening made him
hesitate for a moment. A middle-aged woman dressed as a butler slowly pushed in a mobile platform with food on it,
smiling and asking in fluent English, "Little bitch, were you sleeping soundly?"
The woman exuded a mature and gentle charm, and her ageless appearance made it impossible to guess her true age.
Her caring eyes contained kindness and tolerance, especially the way she said "little bitch"
as if she were saying "my dear."
Although he was gradually getting used to being naked, the lack of someone to talk to had lasted too long, and Jimmy was momentarily at a loss for
words. He simply stared blankly at the woman and reflexively took a step back.
"Oops, sorry, I forgot to introduce myself." The woman smiled apologetically, her thick British
accent pleasant to the ear. She closed the iron door behind her. "Just call me Charlotte."
"I...I am..." He finally found the words to reply, but the moment the words passed through his vocal cords, he felt an
inflamed, burning pain, and the voice that came out was hoarse and unpleasant.
"I know who you are, you little bitch, come..." Charlotte gently stroked his short hair and took his hand, gesturing for him to
sit down at the dressing table.
"No! I'm not... um..." Jimmy wanted to refute the humiliating and harsh title, but his burning vocal cords prevented the words
from flowing back into his throat.
"Shh... don't rush to speak, wash up, and we'll have breakfast later." Charlotte
placed the plate full of food aside and pushed the platform in front of him. Only then did he realize that it was a portable washbasin, which was already filled with
warm water to about eight-tenths full, and clean toiletries were placed in the groove on the side.
"Wash your face before brushing your teeth." Charlotte opened the platform from the other side and took out two unpackaged
transparent plastic bottles. She handed the bottle containing white lotion to Jimmy: "This is facial cleanser."
He scooped up some warm water to wet his face and applied the facial cleanser with its refreshing scent. The unique cooling effect of the mint ingredient
felt like all the dirt and dead skin from the past month were being washed away, leaving his cheeks feeling incredibly refreshed and comfortable
.
"This is called a hair follicle growth promoter, and it works even better than the one we used before!"
When the grass-green bottle of medicine was opened, it didn't emit a pungent odor, but rather a strong aroma of plant essential oils. Charlotte didn't
pour the medicine directly onto his head like the staff had done in the past. Instead, she poured the medicine into her hand and then
massaged his scalp with the edges of her palms, knuckles, and fingertips. The pressure was just right, and she pressed accurately on relaxing acupoints. Her technique
was better than any hair salon Jimmy had ever been to, and his wariness and tension quickly dissipated.
"Eat breakfast! Make sure you finish everything!" After washing up, Charlotte urged her child to eat like a mother
. He looked at the simple yet more lavish meal than in the past month: a salad of
radishes, cherries, and tomatoes drizzled with olive oil; golden, fluffy scrambled eggs; crispy bacon; two slices of dark rye
bread; warm milk and apple juice.
Already starving, Jimmy didn't care whether the food was drugged or not, and quickly devoured the food,
leaving not a crumb.
"You're amazing! You finished it all!" Charlotte wiped the stains from Jimmy's mouth with a handkerchief. "Next,
I'll do your makeup and change you into your uniform, so you can go to class looking beautiful."
"Makeup...?...Go...to school?" Jimmy forced out two words of doubt, enduring the pain.
"Master didn't say much to me, he just ordered me to teach you how to do makeup." Charlotte
looked helpless as she prepared various cosmetics on the table. "I'll do it for you today, and
you'll have to learn to do it yourself later."
"...If...I don't...want...?" He knew this request was impossible, but his male logic
still instinctively resisted the idea of makeup.
"You don't want to wear makeup?" Charlotte's expression was a mixture of shock and fear, as if she had been diagnosed with some terminal illness.
"I...if I don't wear makeup...you...will be...?" He was startled by this sudden reaction and panicked for a moment
. "I'll be punished, I'll be replaced..." Charlotte was on the verge of tears, her sobs sounding like a farewell:
"...You'll never see me again..." "
...I'm sorry...I...was just...asking..." He was most vulnerable to women's tears, especially since
he had finally met someone who treated him so kindly. If it were a burly man instead, wouldn't he be asking for trouble?
"So you're willing?" Seeing Jimmy nod, Charlotte finally smiled through her tears: "That's wonderful!
Paradise Episode 03
h08 day 28 Erica"
Looking at the beauty before him, Michelle, with her sorrowful face, Eric's heart softened.
He nodded, indicating that he would no longer resist. Even if they only had less than two hours alone, even if she
called him by the strange and obscene word "little slut," Eric still felt quite fond of this woman.
After nearly a month of imprisonment, being treated like livestock, and having his excretion controlled by others, the appearance of a
woman who was willing to be gentle before his collapse—who could resist? Even if this request was unreasonable, it
was still much better than the days of being force-fed and enemas morning and night.
"Who exactly is this 'master'? Why is Michelle so afraid?"
Eric thought of the Eastern European woman who sent chills down his spine.
"Let's begin..." Michelle seemed relieved, a smile of relief spreading across her face.
She first used brow pliers to pluck the stray hairs around his eyebrows, transforming the unkempt weeds into a neat and elegant
crescent shape. Then, she took a cotton pad and applied toner and moisturizer to Eric: "You need to moisturize
properly beforehand, otherwise your skin will easily peel!"
"This is a primer, it protects the skin and makes makeup application easier. Your face doesn't get oily, so this
is best..."
"Different colored foundations have different effects. White can accentuate lines, pink can make
your complexion look better, green can cover up some minor blemishes, blue..."
"This concealer has a good finishing effect and suits your skin tone very well..."
"The eyebrow pencil is easy to use, remember to draw it naturally..."
"Let me apply your eyeshadow. Close your eyes, and you need to learn to use your other eye..."
"When you're drawing your lower eyeliner, remember to stare at the ceiling. Be careful not to poke your eye, hey, don't dodge..."
"Don't apply too much mascara, or you won't be able to open your eyes..." "
The most basic way to apply blush is..."
Michelle patiently explained the effects and usage of each cosmetic to Eric in detail, so even though
he had no intention of remembering, it had been more than an hour by the time his makeup was finished.
--Is...is this me?
Eric looked at himself in the mirror. His masculine aura had been completely replaced by softness and sweetness. Silver pearlescent eyeshadow
and curled eyelashes gave his eyes a touch of allure, softening his cheekbones. His cheeks were radiant with
youthful, rosy cheeks, and his cherry-colored lips shone with a dewy sheen. Where was the trace of masculinity? He was undoubtedly
a beautiful woman with short, androgynous bronze hair.
"Perfect!" Michelle admired her masterpiece with great satisfaction, then her expression suddenly changed: "Oh no
! Quick! Change your clothes!"
She quickly picked out a red and black suit from the closet and handed it to Eric: "Your uniform, put it on quickly!"
—Damn it… I have to wear this?
Eric stared in disbelief at the "uniform." What kind of clothing was this? It was nothing more than a set of
indecent clothing: a pair of arm warmers and socks, a corset, and a collar, all made of black fabric with red piping
, and the texture of some kind of polymer material.
"The corset is harder to put on, let me help you!" Michelle helped Eric change into the clothes without waiting for his consent.
The tight synthetic fabric squeezed his abdomen and lower back, and he had to tuck in his stomach to relieve the pain of the restraint.
The sleeves stretched from under the armpits to the wrists, clinging tightly to every inch of skin. The socks covered from the ankles to the upper thighs, and
the fiber mesh clearly supported the complex muscles of the legs. The top edge of the sleeves extended upwards ,
connecting with the side seam of the vest with a drawstring.
Finally, Michelle fastened the vest's drawstring into the collar clips and then fastened the collar around Eric's neck.
"Hmm...it fits perfectly! Next..." Michelle took out a pair of black patent leather high heels from the bottom of the wardrobe:
"Stick your feet out."
"Um..." Eric reluctantly sat down, letting Michelle slip the high heels onto his feet. Although
they were the perfect size, the narrow toe box and the narrow body of the women's shoes made his feet feel constricted.
"Since this is your first time wearing them, I chose a heel with only two inches. We'll change to a higher one after you get used to them." Michelle
said as she fastened the straps around his ankles: "Alright! You little slut, stand up and see
how beautiful you are."
Eric, supporting himself on Michelle's shoulders, swayed to his feet and looked into the full-length mirror that had been flipped open on the inside of the wardrobe door.
He couldn't believe his eyes.
—This is...this is unbelievable! …I've become like this…
The red-haired beauty in the mirror had 80% of her skin covered by clothing, but the key areas were completely exposed.
Her collarbone paired with a choker gave her a succumbing, decadent sexiness.
The thick subcutaneous fat produced by the high dose of drugs had turned her originally firm pectoral muscles into a swollen and outward-expanding
bizarre shape. Now, her breasts were lifted and gathered by the corset and straps, even creating a noticeable cleavage. Her previously
drooping nipples had also been adjusted, becoming a pointed and perky shape close to a C-cup.
The waist was sculpted into a concave double arc by the vest, and the two buttocks were rounded up by the tops of the stockings,
leaving only a thumb-sized penis and scrotum exposed, hanging conspicuously between the black stockings.
The clothing was also decorated with many metal rings: two on each of the inner and outer sides of the forearms and upper arms, and
even the seams on the thighs and calves. The side seams and joints of the vest were so numerous that he couldn't count them all. The collar was decorated with four semi-circular rings, and the insteps of the high heels were tightly fastened with three intersecting straps, with an 　　identical metal ring
on each heel . 　　 This perverted outfit, which was completely typical of erotic films, was even more repulsive than being completely naked. 　　 "This outfit is too... too..." Eric couldn't even find the right words to describe it; 　　the words he could think of weren't enough to describe the clothes. "...Could you...change it?" 　　 "Huh? But..." Michelle's words were barely out of her mouth when the iron door was opened, and two burly, bear-like men 　　stood expressionlessly in the doorway. 　　 "Oh! Class is starting!" Michelle gripped Eric's slightly trembling hand tightly, giving it 　　a couple of affectionate pinches on the back: "I'll go with you, you little slut." 　　 Discipline Room Day 28 Erica 　　 "You're late!" A hoarse, deep, and oppressive voice echoed in the darkness: "You slut!" 　　 "Fuck!" Eric would rather let the burning pain sear his vocal cords than let anyone get the better of him verbally. 　　 "Oh? You're quite energetic!" Eric's reaction made the owner of the voice seem somewhat excited. "Usually I 　　'll go easy on bitches who make a mistake for the first time, but it seems you need a lesson!" 　　 The lights turned on unexpectedly, and the white light pierced his pupils. Eric squinted and examined his surroundings. 　　 The person who designed this building probably liked mirrors. All four walls were full-length mirrored walls, making the space feel quite 　　spacious. There were rows of iron handrails along the walls, and the sound of heels clicking on the waxed wooden floor made a crisp 　　sound. Various pieces of equipment made of metal and leather were placed around, like the exercise equipment in a gym, 　　but with a different appearance. 　　 Eric gradually adjusted to the bright white light and began searching for the source of the sound. He saw a dark-skinned, muscular 　　man sitting on a chair-like device. 　　 The man wore an ugly leather hood, looking exactly like a third-rate masked wrestler. His attire was even more 　　repulsive; his muscular chest and abs were bound with iron rings and black leather belts, and he wore shiny 　　leather chaps, with a dark, ugly penis hanging from his open crotch. 　　 "Oh? No wonder your moans are so awful..." The man strode closer to him: "So 　　 you're a transvestite bitch!" "Transvestite my ass!" Eric roared, raising his fist to punch the man in the face. 　　 Without flinching, the man reached out and grabbed Eric's outstretched wrist, then 　　yanked his arm to the right as if to break it. Eric screamed in pain, his body forced to turn 　　backward. The man used basic grappling techniques, pressing Eric's right forearm against his lower back. 　　 "Let me tell you my rules before class! Transvestites...first!" The man seized the opportunity to grab Eric's left 　　hand, fastening the buckles on his sleeves so that his arms were fixed behind his back. "You absolutely cannot be late for class every day 　　! 　　" 　　" 　　Fuck 　　 you 　　 ... 　　 Eee 　　... 　　 "Third! Keep quiet during class!" The man gripped Eric's chin with strong fingers, 　　putting a prepared metal gag on him. "You may speak only when the teacher allows you to!" 　　 The man watched the creature writhing and struggling on the ground. Eric then realized that what held him in place were 　　the decorative metal rings on his "uniform," positioned precisely at the cuffs and the outside of his elbows. He could feel them on his wrists, 　　but his fingertips couldn't reach them. 　　 These metal rings were structured like the elastic clasps on a keychain; once fastened, 　　they couldn't be broken even with great force unless a spring was released. The seams were even made of high-tensile polymer fibers.

Clothing made of special fabric not only supports joints and protects ligaments, but also
sculpts the curves of local muscles.
"Finally!" The man took out a leather rope and attached a teardrop-shaped buckle to the collar, like
a chain around a pet's neck: "If you don't want to be on probation, then behave like an obedient transvestite!"
"You understand?" The man, who called himself a teacher, looked at Eric with a half-smile, forcefully pulling on the dog leash: "
Judging from your expression, you don't seem to understand yet? In that case…"
"I have to punish you properly!" The man lifted Eric's collar, forcing him into a squatting position with his legs wide open
. His two-inch heels made it difficult for him to maintain his balance, and he stumbled,
falling towards the man.
"So impatient? I haven't even started yet..." The man grabbed Eric's forehead, pulled it
upwards, and shoved his bloated, unwashed genitals into Eric's gaping mouth. The stench of urine
exploded in his mouth, and the nauseating stench rushed into his nostrils, almost knocking him unconscious.
"Ugh! Ugh! Ugh!" Eric felt a strange twitch as his tongue was squeezed. He immediately realized the man's intention and desperately shook his head to break free, but his head was held down by the man's hands. He could only 　　look at the man's contemptuous eyes
in fear . 　　 "Don't spit it out!" Urine was forced into his open mouth, the salty and hot taste seeming to corrode 　　his oral cavity. Just as the urine was about to overflow, Eric realized that his throat was unconsciously swallowing the foul-smelling 　　liquid, and his tongue was rolling the limp penis that was excreting deep into his esophagus. 　　 For nearly a month, Eric had been force-fed several times. Even after he expressed his willingness 　　to feed himself, he was still frequently taken to the medical room. The reflex action of his esophagus caused by the force-feeding, which was originally just 　　a physical reaction to avoid choking, unexpectedly became a tool for the man to discipline him. 　　Under the stimulation of the penis, the muscles of his throat and tongue began to swallow involuntarily, actually 　　swallowing the penis in his mouth into his esophagus. 　　 "Haha, I didn't expect you to learn so well!" The laughter pierced his ears, and the penis in his mouth quickly 　　became engorged and swollen. "It seems that you used to give oral sex often?" 　　 "Uh-huh! Gulu-lu... Ouch... Ouch!...Gulu-gulu..." Eric was extremely sad. His urine 　　flowed along the esophagus and into the stomach band. He had spasms due to nausea, but his instinctive reaction suppressed the desire to vomit. The uncontrollable 　　throat meat swallowed the penis deeper again. 　　 After the man finished excreting, he trembled slightly, and when he pulled it out, it was still tightly held by the muscles of his throat, as if he didn't want 　　his cock to come out. 　　 "If you break any of these rules, I'll let you drink your fill!" He 　　wiped the head of his penis against Eric's tongue, dripping the remaining urine away, before releasing his metal gag. "But for a 　　transvestite like you who loves drinking urine, that should be exciting, right?" 　　 "Cough! Cough! Cough! Cough!" Eric lay on the ground coughing violently. The filthy urine 　　seemed to burn his esophagus, and his stomach was cramping uncontrollably. He tried to vomit up the disgusting stuff, but he 　　couldn't cough it up at all. The stench of urine filled his entire mouth. 　　 "Alright! We'll begin the first lesson right away!" The man had somehow gotten behind him and lifted his suspended 　　buttocks. 　　 "Ugh... Ugh? No... Wait..." Eric felt his fingers being inserted into his anus, like applying 　　some kind of ointment. "You... You wouldn't... No... No!" 　　 "Relax! It hurts if you clench too tight, hahaha!" The man used his thumb to spread Eric's buttocks, raised his 　　lubricated penis, and pressed it against Eric's anus: "Scream nicely!" 　　 "No... No! Eeeahhhhh!" The man held Eric's slender waist, which was covered by a vest, and his walnut-sized glans 　　stretched open the sphincter muscles. His thick, stick-like penis was inserted into the undeveloped rectum. 　　 "Hahaha, I'll take your transvestite virginity!" The man thrust his penis in and out without any politeness, 　　the glans of his penis constantly rubbing against the rectal wall, causing a burning pain. 　　 "Shit! Shit! Damn it! Stop it!" The pain of his anus being torn apart was more unbearable than an enema 　　. Eric cried out, his brows furrowed and tears streaming down his face. 　　 "Wrong! You should be saying 'So thick!', 'So good!', 'Fuck my cunt!'..." 　　the man roared at him, increasing the force of his thrusts. "If you dare say another wrong word, your lunch will be my 　　shit!" 　　 Eric shuddered, immediately clenching his lips and gritting his teeth to endure the relentless torment of the foreign object inside him. 　　 "Oh? I thought you were looking forward to a feast of excrement..." The man pulled out half of his penis, leaving only a small section 　　and the glans inside Eric's anus. "...Weren't you having a good time drinking?" 　　 "Mmm!..." Eric suppressed the urge to retort, thwarting the man's provocation, and decided 　　to endure the rest of the time in silence. 　　 Unexpectedly, the man changed the direction of his thrusting motion, his glans slamming against Eric's bladder through the rectal wall, 　　massaging Eric's prostate with just the right amount of force, like a massage. 　　 "Ugh!" Eric cried out, aroused by a sensation he had never experienced before. The pain in his violated anus remained, but 　　with each thrust, an unprecedented tingling and itching sensation, similar to urination, surged from the base of his urethra 　　. 　　 —Damn it... what is this... what is this feeling? It's like... no! It's not comfortable at all! … 　　 Having never had this secret forbidden zone touched before, he had no idea where this slightly stinging pleasure came from, and 　　could only hypnotize himself to deny the inexplicable sexual excitement produced by the stimulation of his prostate. 　　 “Oh? Speechless, hahaha!” The bittersweet stimulation and the unwilling rationality battled each other, 　　and with his consciousness exhausted, the man’s laughter sounded particularly grating at this moment. “Didn’t expect to be so turned on by anal sex on your first time, 　　right!” 　　 —Shut up! …Shut your damn stinky mouth! … 　　 “Look at you! Huh?” The man grabbed his bangs and forced him to look at himself in the mirror. “Can you see 　　it? Your transvestite face is flushed from pleasure, isn’t it?” 　　 “That’s…huff…it’s…” Eric saw the disgustingly dressed perverted man with the red-haired girl sticking out her buttocks.

A frenzied thrust surged behind him, and the pretty face in the mirror wore a mournful gaze, her cheeks flushed as if from drunkenness.
—No…no…I didn’t…not at all…
“…Yes…ah…makeup…ha…blush…” A strange current of electricity surged up his spine, and Eric
could no longer form complete sentences; each word now required immense effort.
“Hahaha, still being stubborn even now!” The man, sensing the tension in his muscles
, knew that his body could no longer withstand the onslaught of pleasure.
Just a little more stimulation…
The man lifted Eric by his buttocks, like holding a doll, exposing him to the mirror wall: “
So how do you explain your transvestite penis’s reaction?”
– No! Impossible! This isn’t real! This isn’t real!
Eric stared in disbelief at his genitals; his shrunken, short penis was erect! The
swollen, thumb-sized shaft swayed up and down with the man’s movements, a semi-transparent, viscous fluid continuously oozing from its tip
, as if mocking the absurdity of Eric’s struggle.
“No… ha… no… um… I… no…” His consciousness teetered on the brink of collapse, muttering
words of denial.
"Looks like I'll have to teach you how to make nice moans later!"
"...Don't...don't say that anymore..."
"Hahaha, is it too good? Are you about to climax? Are you about to ejaculate?"
"...No...uh...don't..."
"How is it? You're in love with this feeling! Addicted, aren't you!"
"...No...uh..."
"Don't hold back anymore! Ejaculate! Shoot out all your transsexual semen!"
"Ugh...uh...uh!"
With the man's rapid thrusts, uncontrollably, semen spurted from her small penis, the translucent milky liquid
drawing a parabola in mid-air.
—I was...anally penetrated...raped...and even ejaculated...?
Eric, who vehemently opposed to male homosexuality and even felt a chill run down his spine
at the sight of two men holding hands, never imagined his penis would become erect without any physical contact, much less anticipate that he would orgasm through anal sex and
ejaculate in front of the perverted rapist.
"Wasn't that amazing! You'll never forget this!" the man whispered insults in his ear, his breath
reeking of a suffocating stench. "...But I haven't had enough yet! Hahahaha!"
Eric's face was pressed against the wooden floor, right against the splattered semen. The still-warm semen
clung to his apple-like cheeks, the strong, fishy smell filling his nostrils. The man then violently thrust his genitals again, as if to ravage his anus
.
Eric still couldn't accept the reality. His limbs had long since lost sensation, and his consciousness was scattered like a broken puppet,
allowing the perverted man to thrust wantonly inside him, letting the thick penis abuse his swollen and painful anus.
In the next ten minutes or so, the man changed his thrusting positions four or five more times, humiliating
him with lewd moans and obscene words, before finally ejaculating with satisfaction, injecting his hot semen into Eric's body.
"Hahaha... How does it feel to have your anus fucked? Isn't it even better than before when you have sex!" Thick, filthy
semen flowed out as the man withdrew his penis, soiling the tender white buttocks.
Eric breathed a sigh of relief at the end of the torture…
“It’s time for you to rest now…” A foul-smelling hand patted his pretty
face, which was covered in fishy-smelling semen: “…We’ll start the second class in ten minutes! Hahaha!”
Paradise Episode 04
h05 day 31 Jasmine
After a day of classes, Jimmy returned to the bedroom specially prepared for him and lay down on the clean white bed
. The scent of rosemary couldn’t soothe his chaotic thoughts.
For the past week, his daily routine had been almost identical.
A life worse than death, almost identical.
After getting up, washing, eating, and having Charlotte dress him up and put on his “uniform,” he would be taken to the “classroom
” for a whole day of classes.
The day the masked "teacher" used his huge penis to pry open his anus, the pain of expansion and tearing was accompanied by
a strange and shocking pleasure. The inexplicable humiliation of his small penis gushing out due to the rape was still firmly imprinted in Jimmy's mind.
Without a drinking habit, one drunken episode won't turn someone into an alcoholic; without ever touching cigarettes,
one puff won't turn them into a smoker. Addiction requires accumulation of sessions and time…
In the beginning, Jimmy was forced into each lesson, allowing the teacher to violate his anus. But as
the pain gradually decreased, the physical pleasure increased. By the fourth day, Jimmy had begun to unconsciously
sway his lower body slightly, allowing the foreign object inside to penetrate deeper and stimulate his forbidden zone.
Even Jimmy didn't notice the changes in his body, but the teacher's professional and sensitive touch wouldn't miss any
subtle changes. The teacher knew very well that for Jimmy, this was a sign that anal sex had silently transformed into addiction.
The teacher then began to adjust his rhythm. Whenever the vaginal walls of Jimmy's anus began to tighten, he would slow down the speed
and force of his thrusts. Jimmy's shapely buttocks would sway slowly as if he were unsatisfied. And when the direction of the thrusts deviated slightly and
the stimulation weakened, Jimmy would actively twist his waist, up or down, left or right, to bring the penis back to its original trajectory.
Lunch was delivered to the classroom by a designated person, but what should have been the most relaxing mealtime became the most
agonizing ordeal for Jimmy.
At these times, the teacher would apply conductive patches to the lower edge of Jimmy's breasts, the inner thighs, and his perineum
. Conductive clamps were attached to his nipples and frenulum, and he was then secured to a special dining chair. The clamps
and patches were connected to wires extending from the chair back. Whenever his elbows opened, his breasts would experience a tingling, shock-like
sensation; as long as his knees weren't clenched, his genitals would suffer a needle-like stinging pain.
Since the teacher began using his mouth as a urinal, Jimmy no longer showed any reluctance to eat, fearing that
a single mistake would result in excrement. He didn't even dare slow down his eating, yet due to his nervous
trembling, he would still receive four or five electric shocks at each lunch.
After lunch and before school ends, the teacher would give him an enema, just like the previous staff members did, but he wasn't...
Jimmy was locked to the platform, and instead of using an anal plug, he was given an enema. He was then forced
to ejaculate while defecating, gradually confusing his body with the pleasure derived from sexual desire and excretion.
What horrified Jimmy most was that after the last two days of classes, when he could finally relax,
he felt a strange emptiness in his anus, a urge to be filled slowly spreading from his anus.
Jimmy could only clench his buttocks tightly to suppress this emptiness; he knew his body was increasingly losing control
, becoming a puppet to be manipulated.
"Time for a nice bath!" Charlotte pushed the spa room in as usual, her face still beaming with a sweet smile
. "Aren't you looking forward to dinner, little bitch? Today's main course is cod!"
Jimmy rolled over and sat on the edge of the bed, letting Charlotte untie the threads of his vest. His head was lowered almost to a ninety-degree angle,
just so she wouldn't see the tears in the corners of his eyes.
"Charlotte... I... I..." Jimmy hesitated, his throat still burning, his voice still different, but
it didn't hurt as much anymore.
—I've become so strange, I can't go on living...
I couldn't say it, even though the physical changes were excruciating, even though I was being played with at will, even though my body had betrayed me
, this big boy's pride still wouldn't allow him to show weakness.
It wasn't that he was afraid of death; he could have easily used the knife on the table to slit his throat and end it all quickly. He just
didn't want to give up any hope of being saved, and he didn't want anyone to shed tears for his death, even though perhaps no one
believed he was still alive, perhaps his funeral was over, and his name was engraved on his tombstone...
His vision was blurred by tears, and his thoughts, on the verge of collapse, were suddenly enveloped by a gentle warmth.
"You don't need to say it, I understand, I understand everything..." Charlotte hugged him tightly, gently stroking his trembling back
. "If you want to cry, don't hold it in!"
"Mmm..." Charlotte's sweet scent calmed his gloomy emotions, and the warmth of her skin drove away his chaotic thoughts.
"Thank you, Charlotte, I feel much better."
"It's good that you're alright..." Charlotte gently kissed Jimmy's forehead. "Let me help you remove your makeup!"
After dinner, Charlotte comforted Jimmy for a while before leaving. The iron door closed as she said goodbye, and the room returned
to silence.
—I wonder what will be on today…
From dinner until bedtime, the screen automatically turns on and plays a ton of pornographic videos,
with lewd moans in French, Spanish, Japanese, or Mandarin, and thoughtfully includes English subtitles.
Even though he had no intention of studying this past week, Jimmy had unconsciously memorized some simple foreign language words
.
The screen embedded in the wall lit up again, the image much clearer than before, yet still
rough, unedited, as if…
—Live broadcast?
Jimmy watched the video with a mixture of surprise and disbelief. In the center of the screen was a purplish-red and flesh-colored object. As
the camera zoomed in, he was even more horrified to discover that the writhing object was actually a woman! A young woman, dressed in a silver-trimmed
violet bodysuit, is bound to a special torture device.
The bodysuit is identical in style to a "uniform," and the device used to restrain her, from a distance, resembles a dental chair.
However, closer inspection reveals that the chair's shape and material are very similar to classroom equipment,
all of which seem to suggest to the viewer that the filming location is somewhere inside this building.
The woman is bound in an extremely unnatural manner; her legs are spread wide and lifted upwards, with her knees
behind her armpits, her calves fixed behind her back, and her arms fixed to the outside of her thighs. Her fingers, placed on her ample buttocks,
twitch intermittently.
The large breasts were squeezed into irregular ovals, and the areolas were attached to two suction cups with
two vibrators at the base. The forcibly exposed vulva and anus were each inserted with a large electric massager. The foreskin of the vulva
was also peeled back, exposing the bright red and erect clitoris. A special vibrating ring was fastened to the base of the clitoris, and the high-frequency
humming sound was clearly amplified through the loudspeaker.
The woman's face was completely covered from the cheekbones down, the mask fitted with a hollow gag.
Two thick feeding tubes were inserted into her unable-
to-close mouth. Judging from her constantly twitching throat and the liquid flowing from her chin, she was being forcibly fed. Her uncovered eyes were tightly closed, her brows furrowed, completely unaware that she had become
the protagonist of this film.
Suddenly, another woman walked in from the shadows, glancing at the camera with a half-smile, then looking at the tightly bound
woman from behind.
—It's her…!
Jimmy felt a strange fear, a chill causing him to shrink back.
The image that appeared on the screen was that of the Eastern European woman they had first encountered upon arriving here. She was dressed in a black
silk lingerie set, thong, garter belt, and black fishnet stockings, her cold makeup complementing her malicious smile.
"Hey! Wake up, you sow! The broadcast has begun!" The foreign-sounding English caused the restrained woman to open her eyes, her
wide, round eyes staring at the camera in terror. She made muffled gurgling and coughing noises, spraying milky-white feeding liquid everywhere
.
"Say hello to the sex slaves in front of the TV first!" The cold-faced woman pulled out the still-operating feeding
tube.
"Cough cough cough cough! Ugh! Ugh cough! I... cough... I..." The woman coughed violently as she removed her mask, her
face and chest soaked with sweat. "I am... a breeder... Michelle..."
"Your full name! You idiot!" The woman grabbed Michelle's bangs and roared in her ear.
"...Yes..." Michelle frowned, biting her lower lip, her expression full of humiliation. "...Pan... Michelle
? Michelle penisucker..."
- Penisucker? Penis... a sucker?
Such obscene and vulgar words could not possibly be a surname, but were forcibly replaced by these people.
"So, what will become of my..."
Jimmy felt a chill run down his spine, goosebumps crawling all over his limbs.
"Explain the work of the livestock handlers to the meat slaves, sow Penisak!"
"...Yes...we...uh...we, the breeders...each...ha...is responsible for...taking care of one slave...
we must...must...help her...wash...feed her...and teach her...ahhh...makeup..."
-Breakers? Could it be...Charlotte is like her? Charlotte…the punishment she mentioned…
“…Hmm…not bad,” the cold, alluring woman nodded in satisfaction. “Now tell the sex slaves
why you’re here.”
“Hoo…because…eeah…because…hooah…I’m responsible for…uh ah…responsible for raising the sex slaves…she…uh
ah…disobedient…so…I have to…ah ah…here…uh…take…the punishment in her place…”
The vibrator continued to stimulate Michelle’s sensitive areas, mixing her words and moans together.
“It’s re-education! Sow Penisak!” The woman pinched Michelle’s erect clitoris.
"Oh dear! I'm so sorry! It's...it's re-education! Waaah...it's re-education..." Michelle
let out a mournful cry, tears streaming down her face. "...Forgive me...Forgive me, sow...waaah...
I know I was wrong..."
"You know you were wrong?...Sow Penisak..." The cold, beautiful woman wiped the semen from her fingertips
onto Michelle's thigh. "Tell everyone how many times you've orgasmed in these two hours? Ten times? Twenty times?"
"Huh?...I...I...I can't remember..." Michelle trembled with fear.
"Tsk tsk tsk! Terrible..." The woman frowned, looking disgusted. "
You can't even do such basic arithmetic. Looks like you're a really unqualified breeder!"
"Oh! No! No... I..."
"How about you go back to being a sex slave? Sex slaves don't need a good brain!"
"No! No! Please give me... give the sow another chance!"
"Oh? You mean a chance?"
"Hmm... sow... the sow will definitely do a good job as a breeder..."
"Okay... I'll give you, this sow, a chance!"
"Thank you... Sister Natasha... Huh?"
The woman she called Natasha cut off the power to the vibrator and removed the vibrating suction cup and massage stick from Michelle's body
.
"Wait...wait...Sister Natasha...no...ah...don't turn it off...uhhhhh..." Michelle,
no longer calmed down after the stimulation stopped, writhed even more restlessly.
"Natasha, is that who you're calling?" Natasha pinched Michelle's erect clitoris again, twisting it hard half a circle. 　　 "
Eeeahhhhhh! I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry! Teacher! Teacher! Teacher, I'm sorry! Teacher... I'm 　　sorry
...waa ... 　　 "Your pig brain has forgotten the manners a sex slave should have?" Natasha sneered coldly. "You have a terrible memory! 　　Looks like you need to be taught a lesson!" 　　 "Waaah... Teacher... I'm sorry... Ugh... Please... forgive this sow..." Michelle's pretty face was streaked with tears 　　as she sobbed and pleaded, "Please... ugh... turn on the power..." 　　 "Oh dear, I'm so sorry! I forgot your aphrodisiac's effects wouldn't wear off for another five hours..." Natasha 　　showed no remorse whatsoever. "How do you feel now?" 　　 "Ugh... It's... so hot... so uncomfortable... I want to be penetrated... I want... ugh... I want to be fucked..." 　　 "Oh? You want to be fucked?" 　　 "Yes... yes..." 　　 "How about... being fucked by the teachers' giant cannons?" 　　 Several masked men walked into the frame, all wearing disgusting leather outfits that exposed their genitals. 　　 "Yes, yes!...Quick...please...please hurry...put it in..." Michelle stared thirstily at the huge penis, her pupils 　　flashing with an eerie light, like a drowning person finding driftwood. 　　 "In that case...penisucker!" Natasha rotated Michelle's torture chair forward 　　and adjusted the base so that her face was at the same height as the man's genitals. "...Let's get started!" 　　 Without saying a word, Michelle stuck out her tongue and wrapped the penis in front of her into her mouth, sucking, licking, and 　　swallowing it as if possessed. 　　 Bound and restrained, only able to slightly move her head and neck, and faced with this group of seasoned 　　"teachers," even with her exceptional oral sex skills, Michelle still needed quite a while to get 　　the penis in her mouth fully erect. 　　 And each time Michelle got the penis hard, the man would leave without hesitation, replacing it with another limp 　　one. 　　 "Ugh...ha...can...can I...give...ha...to...the sow's...cunt...now?" Michelle 　　spat out the last hard penis, panting with her lips smeared with semen. 　　 "It took you so long! Your skills have deteriorated a lot!" Natasha shook her head helplessly, hands on her hips 　　. "But I said I'd give you a chance... How about this..." 　　 "...Ee?...Ughhhhh..." Natasha turned on the power, causing Michelle to moan uncontrollably again. 　　 "I'll enjoy the teachers' huge cocks. As long as you look at me without climaxing, I'll... let you, 　　this sow, continue to be the breeder..." Natasha revealed a chillingly beautiful smile, turning the control knob 　　to the highest frequency. 　　 "Eeeeeeeeeee...no...no...don't...uh...wait...ahh..." 　　 "Ah...it's in, it's in...so good...ha...so thick...hah...hah so good..." 　　 "Uh...no...ah...ahh...no..." 　　 "Ah...yes...good...right there...ah...harder...faster...ahhh my hole...eeee...it feels so good 　　..." 　　 "...hah...no...don't say that...hah..." 　　 "Oh...it's in, it's in...ohh...so good...so...oh my god...I'm going to come..." 　　 "Eeeeeeeeeahhhhh!" 　　 The live stream continued for two hours, just like the previous videos. As the screen power turned off, 　　all the lights in the room went out, and the bedroom fell silent once more. 　　 Jimmy, however, lay trembling on the bed, as if he could still hear Michelle somewhere if he strained his ears.

Helpless groans and howls echoed from the corner.
The thought of being injected with an unknown aphrodisiac, enduring sensory stimulation while simultaneously suppressing climax
, sent chills down Jimmy's spine.
Her agonizing screams still lingered in his mind; he dared not even
guess what would happen to Michelle, unable to continue as a zookeeper.
(Paradise Episode 5,
H08 Day 36, Erica)
"Mmm…yes…lick…it's so warm…" Her monstrous penis swelled excitedly in Michelle's mouth, the
foreskin soaked in her moist oral cavity, her tongue nimbly darting out from between her lips, licking her testicles, which were as large as tennis balls
.
She swept her bronze wavy hair behind her ear, making the penis sucker in front of her
clearer. A young woman dressed in a tight-fitting purple bodysuit with silver trim was tightly
bound in a bizarre and humiliating position, and was being pleasured with the only part of her body that was not secured: her neck.
Michelle stretched her neck desperately, sucking on her enormous penis, her saliva churning and making lewd yet delicious sounds
. Large tears streamed down her face, her tear-filled gaze a silent plea to the owner of the penis. Her cheeks
flushed a lustful crimson from the aphrodisiac.
Her hair swung wildly with the violent movements of her lower body, tracing beautiful, bronze-like strands in the air. Without
a second thought, she pulled out and slammed the scalding penis against her delicate face.
"Want it, you sow? Want it to ravage your filthy, stinking cunt?" she hurled at
the woman before her in a silvery voice.
"Yes...yes...please...put it...uh...into sow Michelle's...filthy, stinking cunt..." the penis sucker
pleaded shamelessly, its pupils gleaming with the light of redemption.
"Unfortunately, because you, this sow, have to be punished! You must take the punishment in my place!"
"No no no...no...please...uh...give it to me, give it to me, give it to me...waaaah...give...me..."
"You can only watch me enjoy your favorite cock. Every time you orgasm, I'll give you an extra hour of
dosage..." she said, turning the vibrator's frequency to maximum.
"Eeeee!...No...Don't...Don't do this..."
"...Hehehe...Aren't you going crazy?" She smugly enjoyed Michelle's complex expression of lust and terror
.
"No...Eeeeeahhhh..."
h08 day 36 Erica
"No!!!" Eric suddenly opened his eyes, thankfully seeing only a white ceiling.
He sat up, wiping the cold sweat from his forehead. His chest was still heaving violently. Then he felt a damp,
cool sensation in his lower abdomen. As he sat up, he saw a large, sticky puddle of seminal fluid on the sheets, which made Eric even more disgusted
with his useless body.
— Again…again…this dream…
ever since coming to this bedroom, Eric has entered bizarre and insane dreams every night. What's even more paradoxical is that
after he wakes up, his memories of the dreams are even clearer.
Sometimes it's in the brightly lit alleyways, sometimes on a dazzling stage. What remains the same is that in
his dreams, he transforms into an incredibly beautiful and sexy woman with wavy, bronze-colored hair, large breasts, a
slender waist, full hips, and beautiful legs. She has not an ounce of excess fat on her body, a beautiful figure that all women envy, and she also possesses
a magnificent penis that makes all men feel inferior. This giant python monster makes her feel incredibly proud in her dreams.
For five days, the dream took him to the live video feed, where she transformed into a demon humiliating Michelle. She
reveled in Michelle's pleas and cries; Michelle's screams and shouts became the most beautiful music. Watching
Michelle's depraved expression, abandoning her self-respect and allowing herself to be trampled upon, brought her endless wicked pleasure.
—Oh no! I was so stupid, I deserve to die… Michelle… I hope you're alright…
Six days ago, Eric took advantage of Michelle turning around to open the door, holding her at knifepoint, hoping to escape this
hellish place.
The sharp blade drew a bloody line on Michelle's pale neck, just a shallow cut. Although he felt
sorry for Michelle, he had to show the guards outside his resolve.
“…No… It’s not too late… Put down the knife… Please…”
Michelle's terrified profile and pleading whispers were deeply imprinted in Eric's mind. He finally understood that what
Michelle was begging for wasn't for him to show mercy…
At that moment, she suddenly felt a numbness in the back of her neck, her vision went black, and she lost consciousness completely.
When he regained consciousness, he was strapped to the hospital bed with his legs wide open. Before him was an
LCD screen connected by a suspended bracket. His short, fleshy clitoris was covered by a jelly-like masturbation sleeve, which was connected
to a machine—a device composed of multiple linkages and a motor.
"You transvestite, come and enjoy the good thing you've done!" the teacher's voice came from behind him. A large, dark hand
turned on the power to the screen and the device before leaving the examination room.
The screen displayed a live stream of Michelle receiving re-education, and the machine beneath him emitted a low hum
, the linkage mechanism beginning its reciprocating motion, the masturbation sleeve rhythmically manipulating his erect clitoris.
Forced to watch Michelle suffer cruel treatment, yet simultaneously stimulated by her soft, wet touch;
the intense visual and auditory torment, the regret and self-blame, and the physical desires awakened by the machine—the multi-sensory
assault overwhelmed Eric's mind, causing him to ejaculate in a moment of emotional collapse.
—I'm sorry…Michelle…I…really…sorry…
Michelle disappeared from Eric's sight that day, replaced by a Russian
girl named Yona.
"Good morning, you little slut!" Yona's rosy cheeks still held a touch of childishness, her blonde hair tied in a high ponytail, making her look
quite energetic. She greeted him as usual in her somewhat broken English. "Quick, wash your face!"
"You know Michelle, right, Yona?"
"Yes, Michelle takes good care of us!" A flicker of sadness seemed to cross Yona's eyes, but she quickly brightened up and
said, "She taught me English!"
"Then you must... hate me, right..." Eric gritted his teeth, tears welling in his eyes, hoping to get the
answer that would bring him relief from Yona's mouth.
"Hate you? Why?" Yona tilted her head, looking puzzled.
"Why don't you hate me!" Closing his eyes, Eric's mind was filled with vivid images again.
...She slapped him, leaving a burning handprint on Michelle's tear-stained face...
Eric's tears slid down his cheeks.
...She tossed her long hair, shoving her stinking, enormous penis into Michelle's throat...
Eric clenched his fists, trying to squeeze blood from between his fingers.
...She pinched his swollen clitoris hard, enjoying Michelle's agonizing screams...
Eric's knees buckled, and he knelt heavily on the floor.
...She pounded Michelle's haggard face with her bulging, veiny penis, shattering his self-esteem...
Eric felt something draining from his body, his soul gradually crumbling into fragments
...She laughed as she smeared her murky semen on Michelle's lifeless face, laughing as she admired Michelle's
complex, irrational expression. She laughed, a demonic, grotesque laugh...
"It was me...it was me who...it's all because of me...Michelle was drugged! Abused! It's all my fault that
she suffered a fate worse than death! It was me! It was all me!" Eric couldn't distinguish between dream and reality, even mistaking himself for
Michelle's punisher, cruelly torturing this helpless woman again and again in a fictional world.
"I...I'm not qualified...I don't deserve to be a man at all..."
Eric realized his own inadequacy for the first time, and wailed like a little boy.
"You...don't cry..." Yona reached out and put her hands on his shoulders.
"Please...please...hate me..." Eric grasped Yona's arm, his tearful eyes revealing a remorseful longing for redemption
: "Scolding me! Hitting me! Abusing me! Torturing me! Using the most vicious methods..."
"Don't say that..." Yona gently interrupted his self-blame: "If Michelle knew you were hurting yourself like this,
she would be very sad!"
"...But...but..." He refused to forgive himself, but he didn't want to add to Michelle's pain.
"Hurry up and wash up, breakfast will get cold!"
"Okay..." Eric rubbed his eyes and wiped away the tears on his cheeks.
The water calmed him, restarting his stagnant thoughts.
— He absolutely couldn't give up hope of escaping.
— But Michelle… no… I absolutely cannot let this happen again.
— If I… if it weren't for…
— I must act as obedient as possible…
— I can't resist anymore…
— I must make them think… I'm completely without hostility…
— Until I'm absolutely certain… I can escape…
— I only have one chance…
— I won't let… anyone… suffer because of me again…
Eric knew what he had to do.
But he didn't realize that he had only spent three short days with Michelle.

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