Utopia

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I once watched an American erotic comedy (I think it was called *Virginity Journey*). At the beginning, the director and screenwriter rambled on and on, promising it was a genuine R-rated film with nudity, and that they wouldn't mislead the audience. While they were talking, naked men and women actually walked up to them, showing off their large breasts and penises to the camera. I'm confident I've already provided enough breasts and penises in my novels (there really are penises; I've put a lot of effort into writing about male slaves or "male slaves in a certain sense," so readers with strong male purists can stop reading here), so I won't include them here. I'll
just use the rambling to... Let me explain why I went into such detail about the utopian world in my novel.
This is first and foremost a utopian novel, and only secondarily a BDSM novel. What sustained me from April 19th to June 1st, 2015, in a remote and desolate business trip location (thankfully there were internet cafes), writing until 3 or 4 AM every night with dark circles under my eyes, was primarily my yearning for utopia; and BDSM was merely a vehicle for expressing that yearning.
Therefore, readers might feel that I spent too much time imagining what utopian society would look like, explaining trivial details like the materials of lunchboxes and glasses; this might even affect the reading pleasure of the BDSM sections.
However, I... It must be said: without these trivial details that kept my imagination running wild when I was creatively stifled, lacking energy, or in a bad mood, preventing me from abandoning my writing, and shutting down the ideas I had painstakingly unleashed, this piece would most likely never have been finished.
These trivial details, all these fantasies about a utopian world, are like halftime breaks in the World Cup or official timeouts in the NBA—they may lack any entertainment value, but they are essential factors that allow the athletes on the field to persevere and finish the game.
Of course, there will certainly be readers who will read these trivial details with great interest and find logical flaws and inconsistencies within them. The story may contain self-consistencies or contradictions. Such flaws are inevitable, and I ask for your understanding. I am merely a mortal who makes mistakes, not a master like Wu Cheng'en who could construct celestial palaces. Moreover, the majority of this article was written between 1:00 and 3:00 AM each night, and as I wrote, my mind became increasingly unclear, so some lapses in concentration are unavoidable.
The names Lü Shuimo, Lü Qing, and Lang Zhiyin are my tribute to three renowned forum members of the sexinsex original selfie section. During the writing of this article, I was still able to occasionally see the beautiful bodies of these two goddesses, which made me feel extremely happy and deeply grateful.
Brother "Lang Zhiyin" seems to have been absent for some time, but his works, which inspire envy and sincere admiration in men everywhere, have become timeless classics.
Forum members of sexinsex might also notice the name "Di Fengsheng," a tribute to a predecessor who shone like a meteor, illuminating the night sky.
The ending is plagiarized from an essay by Taiwanese female writer Ke Yufen; we look forward to more of her works being introduced to mainland China.
Finally, a plea: readers who enjoy this article, if you happen to have the talent and ability to draw, please open your drawing software and create some illustrations for this article to share with everyone.
Since the closure of the "Women's Concentration Camp" and the cessation of public access to "Old Zhu," I haven't seen any new domestic SM artwork for a long time… No matter how advanced technology becomes, humans remain irreplaceable.
This is true not only of the Utopian people, who have become the sole ruling class on this planet, but also of all other races reduced to slavery. They must retain the qualities of "humanity" to maximize their value to their masters.
These qualities include intelligence, emotion, dignity, dreams, and initiative. Of course, these must be limited to certain ranges; too high a level would threaten the master's dominance. Too low a
level? That's not good either. Even the lowest-ranking slaves, those used for food, would be expected to behave according to "human" standards when they cry out in agony on the butcher's block or barbecue grill, not indistinguishable from a pig or a chicken. As for
sex slaves and torture slaves, it goes without saying. The Utopians have no interest in animal cruelty or bestiality; no one would find pleasure in whipping a monkey or having their vagina penetrated by a dog.
More importantly, slaves must never treat their service as a routine, nor as sex machines, numbly providing services to their masters. Even in the era of free people, clients of prostitutes would complain about numb prostitutes. "Hey, stop acting like a dead person!" Only those with normal minds, full of emotions and desires, and not twisted or alienated, are qualified to be slaves.
Therefore, the vast majority of slaves spend most of their lives living lives not much different from their free ancestors: living with their parents from childhood and receiving basic education centered on shaping humanity from the age of three to fifteen. In this way, those who become sex slaves from the age of fifteen, or who become torture slaves or cannibalistic slaves due to crimes at an older age, have a solid foundation of humanity laid in them. The foundation.
Those children not chosen as sex slaves, after turning fifteen, undergo three to five years of specialized skills training based on the results of a "development direction test." Afterward, they obey the "organization's" arrangements, forever bidding farewell to their parents and families, and are assigned to an unfamiliar place, just like their parents had done: to work, marry designated partners, bear and raise their own children until they are taken away by the "organization" and never return.
If you are lucky enough to avoid being "eliminated" in the annual performance review, you can retain your ordinary slave status and continue... Live a peaceful and uneventful life. Until you and your spouse both turn sixty-five, you'll bid farewell to your colleagues and neighbors, and with joy and anticipation, board the "New World" special train that departs precisely on September 9th every year, heading to the legendary "retirement area"... Well, the Utopians finally have a conscience. For an old slave who has diligently dedicated their life, what better reward than a peaceful, unconscious death in their sleep? Although from a resource and efficiency perspective, this is a foolish approach, the Utopians believe: compared to the peace of mind gained, this sacrifice is insignificant. What? Long ago, even humans with higher levels of civilization knew about "animal welfare." So, how could the Utopian people, at the pinnacle of human civilization, not have some understanding of "slave welfare"?
Of course, the welfare of slaves of different levels and for different purposes cannot be generalized. There were animals whipped in circuses and experimental animals subjected to unimaginable suffering in laboratories.
Therefore, compared to ordinary slaves who died believing they were "working people living happily under the care of the organization," it is reasonable that regular sex slaves, torture slaves, experimental slaves, and food slaves each had different welfare standards.
The existence of these "non-ordinary slaves" was, of course, something that ordinary slaves could not know about; they could only be seen in the "utopia" where their masters lived.
Those who became "non-ordinary slaves" after the age of fifteen for various reasons only understood the truth of the world after being brought into the utopia.
Understandably, many of them would envy those slaves who were brought in before they understood human nature (for example, whose parents had reached retirement age or whose ordinary slavery was terminated early for breaking the law). These are slaves, under the age of fifteen, sent here to satisfy the peculiar desires of certain utopians when their parents are "humanely euthanized" (thus avoiding selection from ordinary slave children). This way, they at least continue to believe the world is as it should be, without facing the catastrophic mental trauma. At
9:20 AM, in dormitory 303, B54 building of the Third Utopia of Guangdong (referred to as Yue San District), Lu Luzhu, returning from her night shift, was surprised upon entering: "Huh? Sister Shui Mo, haven't you gone to the train station to pick up the newcomers yet?"
"I was just about to leave when the notice said we'd be leaving at ten o'clock." Dormitory head Lü Shuimo glanced at the large display screen on the wall, which combined a TV, clock, and information display function. "I'll go clean in ten more minutes."
"Ten o'clock? You could have waited until forty, why go down at nine-thirty?" The one who spoke was a little slave girl who had come from another dormitory to chat. "Why clean? It's just to pick someone up, not to go to work."
Lü Shuimo patiently explained, "Didn't your dormitory head tell you? Whenever we leave this building, no matter what the reason, we must do a full set of preparations before leaving, just like we would for work. Think about it, even though I'm going out today to pick up a new person, what if one of my masters suddenly wants to mess with my butt? If I haven't prepared beforehand, wouldn't I be in big trouble?"
"Afei, is this the first time you've heard of these things? Hurry up and thank our Sister Shuimo for giving you a lesson!" Lu Luzhu teased the little slave girl who kept nodding as she walked to her bunk. "Now you know the difference between our dormitory and yours, right?" "Zhuzhu! Are you crazy? How could you say something like that!" Lu Shuimo immediately scolded.
"Oh dear! I misspoke, I misspoke, I deserve to be punished! I didn't sleep all night, my mind isn't very clear.
Afei, don't mind me!" Lu Luzhu realized her mistake and quickly explained with a coquettish laugh, and to emphasize the effect of "not sleeping all night," she deliberately collapsed heavily onto her bunk.
"Ouch! I'm exhausted!" Yang Yichun from the next bunk came over and reached out her handcuffed hands to considerately massage her knees. Any sex slave with a little experience only needs to glance at a colleague who has just finished her shift to roughly understand what she has experienced in the past eight hours and which parts of her body need the most care.
Lu Luzhu smiled gratefully at Yang Yichun, "Thank you, Toto! Sigh, I was actually okay this night. The hardest part was kneeling under the pleasure chair and licking my master's butt for half an hour, and it never lasted more than forty minutes. I was pretty lucky. The worst was Guo Yali from 602. While my master was making me lick his butt, he used a 'caterpillar' to poke her urethra. For as long as I licked, she was poked. Sigh, after she was brought back, her roommates carried her straight to the infirmary for treatment."
Yang Yichun, nicknamed "Toto," trembled, "Zhuzhu, don't say anymore!" Lu Luzhu was taken aback, then showed a regretful and apologetic expression, "Okay! I won't say anymore! Toto, come here, give me a kiss!" Saying that, she reached out and pulled Yang Yichun's body to the side, and he fell onto Lu Luzhu. His lips were warm, and Lu Luzhu had already firmly sucked them. "Zhuzhu, didn't you just lick your master's butt? Your mouth smells so bad, and you're kissing Toto? That's too much!" Lu Shuimo laughed and scolded.
She was the leader of the ten slaves in this dormitory, already twenty-six years old. Compared to her younger peers, her maturity and charm were naturally superior; her proficiency in various talents and skills, her quick wit and understanding were unmatched, making her a star sex slave in the three districts of Guangdong. Under her leadership, dormitory 54-303 had been honored as a "superior service dormitory" for four consecutive years.
Lu Luzhu released Yang Yichun and gave Lü Shuimo a playful and charming smile, "I washed myself clean before coming out of Master's! I washed myself clean inside and out, top and bottom! Sister Shuimo, do you want to check? Mmm?" She leaned forward, pouted, and gave Lü Shuimo a kissing look. Lu Shui Mo laughed, "Forget it! I don't have time for you, I'm leaving right away! You should go to the rest room to rest! Otherwise, with them chattering and watching TV here, you won't be able to rest properly!"
"Thank you, Sister Shui Mo... but I've decided not to go to the rest room," Lu Lu Zhu exaggeratedly pretended to be moved to tears, then lay back down next to Yang Yichun, placing her hand on Yang Yichun's genitals, "I want to touch Tuo Tuo's little penis while I sleep!"
"Huh? No way! Does that mean I can't move until you wake up?" Yang Yichun complained bitterly.
"Supergirl" sex slaves are a remarkable application of the highly developed human body modification technology of the Utopian era. They select female sex slaves who, although beautiful in appearance, have an overall temperament that is neutral or "asexual," and masculinize their reproductive organs. The resulting product is similar to the "transvestites" of the free people era, but from chromosomes to growth experience, they are genuine women. Therefore, the pleasure of enjoying their bodies is far superior to that of transvestites. It is said that the masters were inspired by a fleeting entertainment trend from the era of free citizens, hence the name "Super Girl."
Yang Yichun is seventeen years old, with a bob haircut, round face, and big eyes. She wears black-rimmed round glasses and exudes an irresistible cuteness. Despite being a Super Girl, she is more favored by her female masters; in the past year, she has been requested by female masters about four times more often than by male masters. The entertainment history researcher of the Sex Slave Business Department of the Guangdong Third District Slave Research Institute explains this as: it's normal; the "Super Girl" of the free citizen era was mainly aimed at women.
Two years ago, when Yang Yichun graduated from basic education school, she was spotted by the local sex slave selection and evaluation team and came to the Guangdong Third District. After being deflowered on the torture bed in the experience center (even for slaves to be transformed into Super Girls, the Utopians would not waste any of their virginity), she was sent to the reformation center, tightly bound to the operating table, and underwent reformation surgery without anesthesia. Her labia were carefully cut open and filled with testicles taken from slaves or castrated slaves, specially treated and transplanted with a 100% survival rate, thus transforming them into a scrotum. The vagina and urethra were first stripped of their outer mucous membrane, then cauterized at high temperatures before the openings were sutured shut. After the wounds healed, these two orifices would be sealed, replaced by vas deferens drilled into the flesh and a new urethra leading to the clitoris. The clitoris, however, would undergo a painful month-long process of negative pressure suction enlargement combined with injections of spongy tissue to become a tender, full penis. Now, this alluring and exquisite penis was gently held in Lu Luzhu's hand, slowly swelling.
Lu Luzhu tenderly pulled down the short foreskin, gently kissed the glans (originally the clitoral glans of a young girl) that was as clear and translucent as agate, and then playfully licked it with the tip of her tongue. "Toto, you've worked hard. Who told you to be so cute? I can't sleep without touching you... You all don't need to worry about me when you're talking. As long as I'm touching Toto, no matter how loudly you shout, you won't wake me. If you have to wake me up, just have Toto move his penis away, and I'll wake up, hehe..."
After saying that, Lu Luzhu closed her eyes and almost immediately fell asleep. Like soldiers, "falling asleep as soon as you lie down" is one of the important qualities of an experienced sex slave. Those who can't do this will quickly become haggard and age due to lack of rest and will soon be eliminated. As a 24-year-old sex slave, Lu Luzhu's demeanor seemed somewhat immature, overly lively and impulsive; however, this demeanor, combined with her petite figure of 1.51 meters tall and 37 kilograms, her childlike apple-shaped face and squinty eyes, and her clear and cheerful voice, made her seem like a carefree and cheerful little elf, possessing a unique and charming allure.
Lu Shuimo glanced at the time on the screen again, got up, put on her high-heeled sandals, and said to Yang Yichun, "I'm leaving." Stepping out of the room, through the long corridor, and reaching the stairs, she saw Zheng Yongqin slowly dragging her feet up the stairs. "Yongqin, you're back? Why didn't you tell us to come downstairs to pick you up!" Lu Shuimo hurriedly stepped forward, supporting Zheng Yongqin while scrutinizing her body.
Unsurprisingly, her fair and voluptuous body was covered with shallow whip marks, and there were several dark red branding marks on her lower abdomen, thighs, and buttocks, indicating that Zheng Yongqin had been cruelly abused the previous night. Her heavy, dragging steps were not merely due to the heavy shackles on her feet, but undoubtedly a result of being subjected to torture such as sitting on the tiger bench, or having her soles whipped or pricked with needles. However, since she could still manage to climb the stairs on her own, it seemed her master's branding iron had spared not only her feet, but also her genitals and anus.
"I'm fine, it's been taken care of," Zheng Yongqin gave Lü Shuimo a weary smile. But Lü Shuimo would never take her words seriously.
Although the medical rooms on the first floor of each dormitory building could heal most slaves' wounds to near-complete recovery in less than half an hour, Zheng Yongqin, a torture slave who had worked a twelve-hour night shift, was far from "fine." Otherwise, her masters wouldn't have allowed each torture slave who had worked a night shift to rest for at least forty-eight hours before rescheduling them.
There were two main sources of torture slaves: regular sex slaves who were eliminated at the bottom of the annual assessment, and female prisoners selected from criminal offenders in ordinary slave societies who had good figures and were easy to get along with (the demand for male torture slaves was far less than that for females, so only sex slaves who were eliminated at the bottom were accepted; male prisoners and those female prisoners who were not suitable as torture slaves were generally sent to medical research institutes as experimental subjects, while those whose crimes were more serious became "beauty slaves" among the food slaves, sent to "beauty restaurants" to be skinned, butchered, roasted alive, or even gouged out and had their tongues pulled out by masters with particularly heavy tastes).
The standard configuration ratio for each female slave dormitory is "6:2:2", meaning six regular sex slaves, two super female slaves, and two torture slaves (the standard for male slave dormitories is 7:2:1, with two transsexual slaves and one torture slave).
Because torture slaves are always heavily restrained (handcuffed behind their backs, shackled), their lives depend on the care of the regular sex slaves; and the regular sex slaves feel guilty towards their companions who bear the heavy burden of sexual torture for them, so they take meticulous care of them. Zheng Yongqin, 29 years old, was originally a capable office manager in Guangzhou, living a blissful but aimless life like other ordinary slaves. Unfortunately, she was blinded by love and gave false testimony to cover up her husband's accidental death, ultimately ruining the rest of her life.
She had been a torture slave for over two years, yet she still retained the dignity and sense of shame of a "working person." Even though she had been naked for over two years, and even though her vagina, anus, and even urethra had been violated countless times by her master with his penis, fingers, and various instruments of torture, the calm, dignified, and inviolable air on her fair and beautiful face had never diminished. No matter how painful the torture was, no matter how heart-wrenching her screams, she never begged for mercy from her master.
Lü Shuimo helped Zheng Yongqin towards the rest room next to the stairs. This was a place for sex slaves on night shifts to rest or take a break beforehand. The sliding door was as transparent as glass, but its material was as elastic as the protective layer of the wall. It neither obstructed the view nor posed a danger like ordinary glass; its only function was to provide excellent sound insulation. At this time, more than a dozen female slaves who had finished their night shifts were lying quietly inside, most of them fast asleep. Lü Shuimo helped Zheng Yongqin to an empty bunk, watched her lie down and fall asleep, then turned and left.
After thoroughly washing herself inside and out in the washroom, Lü Shuimo went to the waiting area in the lobby on the first floor. A little while later, the dormitory heads from the other dormitories arrived one after another. They sat together, chatting quietly as they waited. Two masters acting as guards on duty watched over them. Lü Shuimo silently counted; including herself, there were thirteen dormitories in Building B54 that needed to welcome new students this time. At 9:50, a bus pulled up to parking space number one outside the building. The guard on duty pressed a button, and the security door of passage number one opened with a snap.
Thirteen female slaves stood up, lined up, and orderly passed through the passage to board the bus. These buses didn't have seats; instead, they had rows of long, flat standing cages, each capable of holding ten female slaves. However, considering that each dormitory head would have an additional new person with them later, each cage currently only held five.
The female slaves held their handcuffed hands in front of their chests, leaning against the railings to avoid violently colliding with them due to the swaying of the vehicle.
The bus picked up another twenty or thirty female slaves from other dormitories in Block B before heading towards the station. Soon, they arrived at the parking lot outside the station, where several buses, also carrying new dormitory leaders, were already parked.
The electric cage doors opened one by one, and the female slaves disembarked, lined up, and at the command of their masters, stepped out of their lightly shackled legs and into the station.
The station hall, large enough to be a stadium, was chaotic. Cries of helplessness, desperate pleas, and hysterical screams rose and fell, interspersed with the masters' shouts and threats, and the screams of a few slaves who dared to violently resist being brutally beaten. Although they were already very familiar with this scene, the newly arrived dormitory leaders still lowered their heads or turned away, unable to bear the sight of this horrific scene on the border between heaven and hell.
The new slaves arriving today were all young men and women who had just graduated from basic education schools a few days prior. A week earlier, when they received
the notification, "Assignment: National Defense/Foreign Affairs School. Please report to platform one of the local train station on June 30th to board the train," they were overjoyed. Under years of official propaganda, the "National Defense/Foreign Affairs School" had been portrayed as an elite institution accessible only to students with special qualities and favored by the organization, a place inaccessible to ordinary people. Many descriptions of the "wonderful lives of military/foreign affairs personnel" circulated, and numerous people confidently claimed to have had chance encounters with former classmates in the profession, hearing firsthand accounts of the true workings and lives of those in the industry ("The organization, afraid we'd be too envious, hasn't told us the whole truth; their lives are actually many times better than we've heard!"). With the combined efforts
of the official propaganda machine and enthusiastic citizens, the assignment notice bearing the words "National Defense/Foreign Affairs School" was practically a ticket to Eden. It wasn't
until these young men and women disembarked from the train with it and entered the station hall that Eden instantly transformed into a living hell.
In truth, the Utopians were perfectly capable of completely controlling these newcomers and maintaining order throughout the welcoming ceremony.
But they actually quite enjoyed the chaos, much like city dwellers going to rural farms and catching chickens and ducks themselves. The new slaves were divided into sections according to their carriages, each enclosed by high railings. Utopian guards, divided into several groups, quelled the unrest in their respective sections, dragging out those with particularly strong wild tempers and handing them over to their colleagues outside the railings. They were then stripped naked and tortured on the spot, as a warning to others.
Another boy was dragged from the group of slaves by the "chicken catchers," his hands twisted behind his back and handcuffed. He struggled desperately, trying to kick his captor with his unshackled legs.
But another master grabbed his ankle, easily immobilizing his legs. Unbeknownst to the slaves, through generations of eugenics and genetic modification, the current Utopians could easily defeat seven or eight special forces soldiers from the era of the free people. These fourteen or fifteen-year-old boys, none of whom were known for their muscular strength, were truly as harmless as chickens and ducks to them (because the Utopians' aesthetic preferred femininity; female Utopians admired handsome, effeminate male slaves, and those with strong, muscular physiques would never be chosen as sex slaves).
The boy was dragged out of the bars and brought to the rack. It was a monster resembling a horizontal bar, two and a half meters high, but forty or fifty meters long, with a chain with a hook hanging every meter along its titanium steel alloy tube. The masters, who disliked the "chicken-catching" game, took the boy from their colleagues, tore off his clothes like shredded paper, and after a brief discussion, brought out an iron chain about one meter long, also with a hook at one end. However, the end of the hook was not as sharp as the one hanging on the crossbeam of the rack; instead, it was topped with a walnut-sized ball. Lu Shuimo immediately recognized it as a torture device specifically used on the anus.
The masters forcefully shoved hooks into the boy's untouched anus, then grabbed his hair, forcing him to arch his back. They wrapped chains around his neck, forcing his upper body into a 45-degree angle. Next, they pulled two chains from the rack and, incredibly, pierced his feet with the sharp hooks, forcing him upside down in a "Y" shape with his legs spread wide. His entire weight was concentrated on the two bloody hooks that had pierced his soles and emerged from his insteps. Finally, they tightly bound his scrotum with a thin, flexible rope, and one of the masters pulled on the other end. With a bloodcurdling scream, the boy's body began to swing violently back and forth like a pendulum.
At this moment, nearly ten new slaves were stripped naked and hung on hooks; some were hung upside down in a horse-like position, some were hung upside down with their legs spread wide like the boy, and others were suspended by their thumbs bound. The masters tortured them with whips, rubber batons, and copper rods connected to wires, causing them to emit horrifying screams. For the new slaves behind the bars, there was no better intimidation than this scene.
Lü Shuimo suddenly noticed that among the new slaves being dragged out for torture, there was a girl, which was very unusual.
Her left hand and left foot, and her right hand and right foot were cuffed together, and she was hung upside down by two iron chains, making her look like a bird spreading its wings.
A master was wielding a gleaming silver whip, as thick as a chopstick, lashing her sparsely haired vulva.
Lü Shuimo had experienced this kind of extremely light and highly elastic metal whip many times before, and knew the kind of pain that came with the whistling wind. But the girl was able to grit her teeth and not even scream, only the violent shaking of her head and the involuntary twitching of her limbs showed the torment she was enduring.
Lu Shuimo couldn't help but secretly marvel: this girl was no ordinary girl. As long as her wild nature was properly restrained by her master (she must be a highly rebellious individual to be dragged out here for torture), she would surely become a star sex slave in the Guangdong region.
The master whipped her a few more times, then stopped, reaching out to stroke the girl's bruised and swollen vulva. He spoke to his companion with admiration, then put down the metal whip and picked up a tool from a toolbox. It had a thick handle and a long, thin extension, resembling a badminton racket with the net removed, but the chopstick-thick extension was covered with dense bristles, making it look like a giant caterpillar with a handle attached. The man parted the girl's labia, carefully felt around for a while, and then inserted the "caterpillar." Lu Shuimo immediately understood from his careful movements that he was about to penetrate the girl's urethra.
The two- or three-centimeter-long bristles of this "caterpillar" were made of some unknown material, both sharp and tough. Its most incredible feature was its safety: a few years ago, when it first appeared, Lü Shuimo had her eyes brushed with it, the pain enough to wake a person in a vegetative state. But after the ordeal, her vision was completely unaffected; only her eyes involuntarily watered for several minutes. As soon as she returned to her dormitory after work, she rushed to the infirmary. The doctor examined her and only gave her two drops of eye drops, telling her that they were only for preventing excessive tearing and dacryocystitis; as for the brush itself, it couldn't even scratch tofu, let alone clean an eyeball, so there was no need to worry about it causing any harm.
Upon hearing this, the usually composed and mature Lü Shuimo was so overjoyed that she knelt down and repeatedly kissed the doctor's feet. Before long, this new instrument of torture became the most popular tool among the masters, and also the greatest nightmare for all the sex slaves. If they had a choice, they would rather be branded with a hot iron than be tortured by the "caterpillar."
Sure enough, as soon as the "caterpillar" was inserted into the girl's body, she could no longer bear it and let out a shrill scream like an air raid siren. The master's face showed a bitter smile that seemed to be a sigh, as if he was lamenting that "only by using this ultimate weapon could she make a sound." He shook his head and began to thrust the "caterpillar" in and out of the girl's urethra.
Lü Shui couldn't bear to watch anymore and turned to look at the new slaves behind the bars, some who were bewildered, some who were trembling, and some who were weeping with their faces covered. At a glance, she immediately saw the girl.
The girl was in the sixth enclosure. What immediately caught Lü Shuimo's attention wasn't her beauty (those chosen as sex slaves were all handsome men and beautiful women), but what she was doing: although her face was also deathly pale, she didn't cry, make a fuss, or tremble. She simply silently embraced a girl who had collapsed into her arms, crying and trembling, stroking her hair and occasionally saying what seemed to be words of comfort and reassurance. Lü Shuimo noticed the two girls' clothing and hairstyles were very different, so they probably weren't twin sisters, but rather new friends she had met on the train. She carefully scanned all the enclosures again, but didn't see any other new slaves as calm and considerate as this girl.
After another ten minutes or so, all the new slaves who dared to cause trouble or resist were dragged out. Under the threats and shouts of "Make another sound and we'll drag you out and beat you," all the cries and pleas gradually subsided, leaving only countless suppressed low sobs, weaving into a huge, heavy rain cloud that filled the hall. Interspersed among these sounds were the chilling roars of thunder and lightning, the piercing screams of those dragged out to be tortured.
The loudspeaker in the hall began announcing the rules: all new slaves had already been assigned to their dormitories; new slaves whose names were called had to come out from their enclosures; their dorm supervisors, whose numbers were called, were also required to greet them and assist with the "preparation"; dormitories that failed to complete the greeting within five minutes would face severe punishment later.
After the simple and clear rules were read, the roll call and assignments began.
As one might imagine, the welcoming process in many dormitories didn't go smoothly. The new slaves often refused to obediently undress and put on the restraints as required. The masters, as usual, didn't interfere, but instead watched with amusement as if watching puppies fight. They tried everything from gentle persuasion to stern explanations of the consequences, finally resorting to undressing the girls themselves—no easy task, as each dormitory head was handcuffed and shackled. When things escalated to the point of a physical altercation, the dormitory head had to rely on their strength and fighting skills to overcome these fresh-out-of-school girls. After five minutes, the masters would intervene, using electric batons to subdue the new slave, rendering her incapacitated. Only then could the
unfortunate dormitory head, while thanking them, grit their teeth and strip and tie up the new slave, all the while scheming how to subdue her back home.
Only female slave dormitory heads were willing to undress their new slaves themselves, even fighting over it. Because only female sex slaves have their hands cuffed in front of them, while male slaves' hands are always cuffed behind their backs, the male slave dormitory leader can only rely on his words to persuade the newcomers to undress themselves, and then, with his hands cuffed behind his back, fumble around to put on the restraints. If persuasion fails, the dormitory leader can only beg the master standing nearby for help with an electric baton, hoping to complete the task within five minutes.
This saves the entire dormitory from an hour of collective punishment, but the dormitory leader himself will be immediately shocked to death by the master inserting an electric baton into his anus with a low current; and after returning, he will be subjected to up to two hours of solitary torture as punishment for his incompetence.
Generally, dormitory leaders hope their dormitory's name will be called as late as possible, so that the newcomers will learn from those who refused to cooperate and were easily dealt with by the electric baton, and will basically stop making futile resistance and delays. In fact, the probability of the first ten dormitory leaders whose names are called being punished, or their entire dormitory, due to the newcomers' lack of cooperation, is almost 70%. Since becoming the dormitory head, Lü Shuimo has had two experiences welcoming new students in the past four years. Fortunately, Yang Yichun and Xia Lü, who came before her, were both gentle and sensible people, so they did not cause her any trouble.
But good luck doesn't always last, and who knows what kind of newcomer she'll encounter this time… “Chenghai No. 17 School, Du Jie, B54-303.” Hearing her dormitory number, Lü Shuimo stood up and walked forward. When she saw the girl who had caught her eye from the beginning standing up at the same time as her in the enclosure, a strong sense of gratitude towards heaven welled up in her heart.
The girl named Du Jie didn't need much urging or even whipping from her master like the others. She simply hugged her still sobbing friend and obediently stepped out of the line.
The two stopped and met in front of the master assigned by the supervisor, silently looking at each other. Meeting the girl's clear gaze, Lü Shuimo realized that those seemingly calm eyes were actually already brimming with tears.
Hearing Lü Shuimo's low command, “Take off your clothes,” the girl hesitated for only a moment before obediently doing so.
When her small, delicate, and firm breasts were exposed, Lü Shuimo heard her master let out a soft sigh of admiration.
The naked, pale girl, as delicate and pitiful as a lamb, was dressed in soft, flat shoes reserved for new slaves. Her hands were shackled behind her back, and she was then fitted with leg irons, a collar, and a gag.
The girl wore glasses, which her master removed, and then commanded, "Return to the ranks!" Lü Shuimo bowed and helped the girl turn back to the line. Before she could utter a sound, the girl obediently knelt down, mimicking the other dormitory leaders, and sat on her heels.
(New female slaves must wear back shackles and heavy chains for six months during their probationary period; only after this period can they be replaced with looser long chain shackles and lightweight leg irons, like other female slaves.
Tortured female slaves and male slaves, however, are confined to back shackles and heavy chains for life. Incidentally, the lightweight restraint devices used to connect the locking rings are not actually iron chains, but a high-polymer composite material—a soft yet tough, rope-like strip called a "molding rope." Its biggest advantage is that it completely eliminates the danger of slaves using it as a weapon to attack their masters.) After all the new slaves in the enclosure were assigned to their respective dormitory leaders, there were still twenty or thirty dormitory leaders without new slaves beside them. The new slaves in their dormitories were, of course, those "bad kids" who had already been dragged out and hung aside for torture.
These dormitory leaders and their new slaves would later be sent together to the torture center to undergo a brutal beating according to the standards for "severely tortured slaves."
Of course, the severity of the torture differed between the two. The dormitory head, after being tortured, would go directly to the dormitory's medical room for treatment, while the newcomers would usually be sent to the hospital for two or three days of rehabilitation. Only after their broken bones or wounds, which had been cut and then cauterized with an electric iron to stop the bleeding, had completely healed would they be sent
back to the dormitory. By then, most of them would have their wildness extinguished by the torture and would obediently face their fate. Only a very few with exceptionally strong resistance would be deemed "suitable as subjects for torture experiments" after their six-month probationary period and sent to the torture research center as subjects for experiments on new torture instruments or methods, or to undergo various other experiments related to destroying human willpower.
As all the dormitory heads who had received their newcomers stood up and left the hall with their new roommates, Lü Shuimo glanced at the dormitory heads still kneeling alone, waiting to be tortured along with the newcomers. Among them was only one woman, Lin Zairu, the dormitory head of room 418 in building B54. So, the new female slave with extraordinary endurance was from their dormitory.
Once on the bus, the once spacious cage was now cramped with the addition of newcomers. Lü Shuimo carefully supported Du Jie to prevent her from losing her balance and hitting the railings due to the bus's jolting. Despite wearing gags, the girl still managed a grateful smile.
Back in the lobby of dormitory B54, many female slaves were already waiting, crowding the usually spacious hall. Some were eager to see their new roommates, while others were concerned about whether they would suffer an hour-long public punishment due to their new roommates.
If they saw a reassuring smile on the dormitory head's face, they would cheer and welcome the newcomer with the utmost enthusiasm; if the dormitory head had a gloomy expression, their hearts would sink, and they would make the bound and helpless newcomer suffer all sorts of torment during the six-month probationary period.
[The End]

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