His name is "Master".

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I fell into a deep sleep before Niu Er's meal was ready. When I woke up, it was almost dusk. My first feeling was hunger. Loyal Niu Er was sitting at his desk. Seeing me awake, he said, "Brother, are you hungry?" Without waiting for my reply, he rushed off to prepare the meal. After washing up, I lit a cigarette and sat quietly by the window. In the twilight, the dense forest undulated along the mountainside, faintly exuding the scent of damp earth. I took a deep breath, feeling an indescribable relaxation and peace. I had only been here for a little over a day, but I felt a complete transformation. Niu Er served me two bowls of rice, a bottle of beer, and a pot of pork stew with vermicelli. After the meal, I took off my clothes, grabbed my belt, and went downstairs. Niu Er followed me as usual. I told him, "From now on, when I go to see Wang Hui, or when I'm with Wang Hui, don't follow me." Pushing open the storage room door, a suffocating, foul odor assaulted my nostrils. My penis stood erect, my blood boiling. Wang Hui looked at me in terror, instinctively pulling her foot, which had been sticking out from under the sheets, back inside. I grabbed her hair and dragged her, forcing her to crawl on her knees to the large rock in the middle of the room. She made no sound; the only sound was the scraping of chains against the concrete floor. I sat naked on the rock, pulling her hair to lift her face. Her body, including her face, was filthy, nauseating. "Open your eyes!" I commanded, the belt slamming loudly against her buttocks, which were covered in welts. Wang Hui's eyes were clear and bright, glistening with tears, her eyelashes fluttering in fear—truly beautiful. Her eyes no longer held resentment, but rather a hint of humiliation, which was exactly what I wanted. Her mouth was well-defined, but very dry, emitting gushes of sour stench with her panting and occasional coughs. Her gaze met mine for only half a second before shifting to the bluestone. “Filthy, filthy, you’re worse than a pig.” With that, I spat in her face. I squatted on the bluestone, my swollen, purple penis facing her face. A sausage-sized amount of feces slowly slid down my anus. Wang Hui involuntarily backed away, but I whipped her back hard with my belt. A few minutes later, a pound of golden feces weighed on the bluestone. I stood up and straddled Wang Hui’s head. She had given up trying to escape, letting me wipe her anus with her hair, whimpering from below. I held her head down, ordering her to lick the feces. Her cries grew louder, and she struggled to pull back. I pulled her nipples hard, whipped her genitals with the belt, and slammed her head against the ground. Then I forced her to eat feces. Wang Hui closed her eyes, stuck out her tongue, and licked it while crying. “Eat, eat, do you hear me? You only deserve to eat shit!” Under duress, she took a piece in her mouth, glanced back at me, and swallowed it with difficulty. My tone softened a bit: "That's right, keep eating. Don't eat dinner tonight." After her third bite, she started gagging, then buried her face in the ground, vomiting painfully. Soon, a pool of thin gastric juice mixed with the feces she had just eaten covered the ground. She probably couldn't eat anymore. I whipped her with my belt, saying, "Bitch, you've wasted all the food I made for you." I slammed her face against the remaining feces, and when I pulled her up, her face was disgusting to anyone. I wanted to completely humiliate her, utterly break her spirit. I had Niu Er fetch water, took a thorough shower, and then drove to Zigong. By the way, I recommend Zigong to my colleagues; although it's not a big city, the sex industry is quite developed. If you have the chance to go, the prices are fair, and the girls are pretty good. In Zigong, I spent the night with a seventeen-year-old girl. In the morning, I received a call from my wife, Qing (I usually don't allow her to call me first). I had a lawsuit regarding my project in Chengdu, and as the owner and legal representative, I had to go. On the drive to Chengdu, I instructed Niu Er on my phone: Remember the three things I told you. Also, before I get back, throw away the bluestone in the house, put Wang Hui in the iron cage, lock her up, and bring her food and medicine on time, but don't bathe her. Let her wait patiently for my return. When she saw me, Qing was overjoyed, telling me how well her business was doing, how good her daughter's school in Beijing was, and so on. The lawsuit wasn't big, and since I'd really lost interest in making more money, it ended quickly. On the night before I left, I got up to relieve myself and opened my eyes to find my wife Qing sitting beside me, tears streaming down her face. She said, "I feel like you're different this time. I know you won't tell me what happened, but I know something about you has changed." I gently pulled her into my arms, telling her not to overthink and to get some sleep. We didn't sleep well for most of the night. More than twenty days have passed. During this time, I learned about Wang Hui's condition from Niu Er's phone calls: she's stopped coughing, is much quieter, and has a normal appetite, but she's even dirtier. I was pleased with two pieces of information from Niu Er: first, Wang Hui begged him to let her sunbathe for a while; second, she wanted to take a bath. This indicated that the training of Wang Hui had been effective:
she was gradually adapting to the new environment and was mentally sound. I could proceed with the next step of my plan. Upon arriving at Lin Yang, whom I had been longing for day and night, I handed Niu Er a shopping list I had prepared beforehand:
a pug, a wheelchair, carpet for the storage room, a bathtub, various wigs, a razor, a cabinet air conditioner, a multi-functional fitness machine, a television, a video camera, a video recorder, large needles, several custom-made thin iron chains over ten meters long, and several gold and silver bars to be processed, etc. The weather was already cold, and I was wearing a wool sweater under my coat. Opening the heavy iron lock of the storage room, Wang Hui was startled when she saw me in the iron cage, then quickly lowered her head. A brocade quilt was placed on a thick wooden board at the bottom of the iron cage, and the sheet wrapped around her had been replaced with a blanket. The air inside was stale and pungent, and the floor around the iron cage was filthy. I held onto the iron cage, observing Wang Hui as if she were a wild animal. She had stopped coughing, and although her face and hair were filthy, it was clear she had recovered much faster than she had a few dozen days ago. When I asked her to remove the blanket, she complied readily. The wounds on her skin had healed, except for a few scabs. Strangely, she seemed to have gained some weight. When I knelt down to let her see me, her expression, though still showing fear, lacked resentment. I could read pleading and helplessness in her eyes. She should know that here, only one person decided her fate: me. And only one person could escape this boundless loneliness—me. After months of rape, violence, confinement, and humiliation, the woman in the cage had gradually lost hope of escape, gradually begun to submit to and adapt to her environment, gradually lost her human dignity, and gradually degenerated into a caged animal. "You're so filthy." "Let's leave this filthy place now." After I finished speaking, I unlocked the iron cage, wrapped a heavy iron chain around her neck, and locked it. Her gait as she followed me out the door was somewhat strange; her legs and back were stiff. In the courtyard downstairs, I sat on a bamboo chair and made Wang Hui, still chained, kneel before me. In the sunlight, the two of us formed a very interesting and stark contrast: one was dressed in a suit, neat and clean, tall and strong; the other was naked, filthy, thin and weak. I reached out and touched her hair; it felt like a piece of worn-out leather. I brought it to my nose and smelled a strong, sour stench.
I lifted her chin, leaned down, and stared intently at her: "You filthy thing, do you know why I've done all this?" "No…I don't know." Months of solitary confinement had begun to damage her speech; she stuttered, and her voice trembled from the cold. What surprised me was that her teeth were still very white. A gust of wind blew by, and I could clearly see a dense layer of goosebumps covering her skin. I placed my leather-shoe-clad foot on her shoulder, fiddling with the heavy iron chain in my hand, gazing at the surrounding green mountains:
"Look, how beautiful the scenery is here, the mountains and rivers are so picturesque. You should be content to be buried here." After I finished speaking, a bone-deep fear was revealed in her eyes. I could feel my foot trembling, this time not from the cold, but from an utter terror. Humans, how much they cling to life. "No...no...don't..." She involuntarily put her elbow on the ground, burying her head on the instep of my other foot.
"Don't touch me, you filthy thing!" I kicked her away. "I won't kill you. I'll tell you why all this is for." I pulled a piece of paper from my jacket pocket and threw it on the ground. "Take a good look, see what you are, see what you're supposed to do, and read it aloud." The contents of the paper were simple, only three points:
First, the man before me, his name is "Master," the master to whom I must unconditionally obey for the rest of my life.
Secondly, I am not human, but a female dog named "Qiqi," infinitely loyal to her master. From today onwards, I will not be able to speak or walk upright without my master's permission. All my actions and emotional expressions must be in dog form. Thirdly, any slight resistance will immediately bring severe punishment. Any attempt to escape will immediately bring me death. I made her repeat this over and over again, her trembling voice echoing in the empty courtyard. I felt incredibly happy; my goal was almost achieved: to possess a truly unique, humanoid dog. "Do you agree? Tell me." She lowered her head and replied, "I...agree." "From now on, your real life begins. You will adapt. As long as you do these things, I will let you live forever, well. Come on, bark twice for your master." Qiqi looked at me, then lowered her head again, uttering a few dry sounds from deep in her throat: "Woof, woof." Large tears fell to the ground. "Hmm, not bad. Looks like you used to have dogs, but not enough. Your teacher is coming this afternoon." Hearing "teacher," she looked puzzled. "Come on, follow me, Qiqi." She replied with an "Oh." Then I kicked her hard: "Bitch, bitch, where's your memory? Can dogs say 'Oh'?" She reacted quickly, barking before she even rolled over. Qiqi crawled on all fours after me back to the dark storage room. When I opened the cage door, she obediently crawled inside and wrapped herself in a blanket. After going upstairs, I changed into sportswear and rubber boots, and brought a fan, turning it on full blast to remove the smell. I enthusiastically used a faucet to wash the floor; the room was incredibly filthy. Perhaps because I had spent a relatively long time in the storage room this time, even after I finished cleaning, sprayed air freshener, and lit incense, I could still smell the stench of decay in my nostrils. Beads of sweat trickled down my forehead. Standing by the iron cage, I asked Qiqi, "Bitch, look what you've done to this place! Isn't your master tired?" She huddled under the blanket, barking and nodding incessantly. I unchained Qiqi, letting her crawl naked after me. I was confident she wouldn't have any thought of escaping or resisting me. Her crawling posture was quite amusing: all fours on the ground, her rear end sticking up high, her legs bent, revealing the most inappropriate parts of a woman's body. When we reached the door of my upstairs bedroom, she stopped, kneeling upright with her hands on the ground. Seeing me turn around, she glanced at the clean and comfortable interior, then timidly looked at her own filthy body. "What's wrong, Qiqi?" She barked twice, then shook her head. In that instant, I realized she really was the little bitch I had been feeding for so long; she was intelligent and quick to understand. I walked up to her and gently patted her bottom. "Remember, you're your master's dog. Your master won't mind if you're dirty. Come with me." This was the first time I'd spoken to her in such a gentle voice. Hearing my words, Qiqi crawled into the room with the wooden floor. This time, she used both her hands and knees. After entering, she didn't know where to stop, watching me walk back and forth changing clothes. Once I sat down in front of or behind the writing desk, she tentatively knelt slowly at my feet.
"Good girl, so good, Qiqi." Hearing her master's first praise, she seemed relieved, moving closer to my feet and curling up there. At first glance, she looked like a lump of pork after a long journey. The room was much warmer than outside, and through the window I looked at the dark green mountains in the distance. "Are you cold, Qiqi?"
she barked immediately, shaking her head. Her voice was no longer as dry as before, even somewhat melodious.
She hadn't fully recovered from the rapid changes of the day; it was clear she was wholeheartedly adapting. Her intelligence and sensitivity exceeded my expectations, which pleased me greatly. After resting for a moment, I began bustling about inside and outside the house: heating the bathwater. Qiqi followed me aimlessly, looking lost and confused. While I soaked naked in the warm bathtub, closing my eyes to rest, Qiqi obediently knelt on the hard floor tiles beside the tub. At that moment, my penis best revealed my feelings:
standing erect between my legs. "Qiqi, do you want your master to give you a bath?" She seemed not to understand, looking at me with surprise and blankness. When I asked a second time, she nodded vigorously, not forgetting to bark. I pulled a chair from the outer room and sat down next to her. When the first ladle of water was poured over her head, I saw that her eyes were already filled with tears. She was so dirty; I washed her hair carefully four or five times.
In the middle of washing her hair, she subconsciously tried to wash it with her hands, but I sternly stopped her. I buried my face in her hair, inhaling the strong scent of shampoo. I slowly washed her forehead, face, neck, including the corners of her mouth and her ears. Occasionally, she would open her clear, slightly narrow eyes, the fear in them gradually fading. I laid her down on the floor tiles and washed every inch of her skin. Only my wife, Qing, had ever bathed a woman like this before. This deep, slow, and focused experience of a young girl's firm, elastic skin was a first for me. Qiqi let me wash her like a lamb; before me, she had completely lost the will to resist, utterly abandoning her dignity as a woman. When she turned over to lie face to face, tears welled up again, her eyes red-rimmed. When I used to bathe Qing like this, her vagina was always very soft and lubricated. But when my fingers entered Qiqi's body, it was tight and dry; prolonged fear and tension had numbed a young girl's sexual desire. The most strenuous part was cleaning her fingers and toes. I had to use a brush to remove every wrinkle and the black residue from under her first fingernail. After rinsing her several times, I easily lifted her into the bathtub. I had her stick her head out of the tub and used a toothbrush to clean her mouth, tooth by tooth. I then brought a bucket of hot water, poured it into the tub, and soaked Qiqi's entire body. I also got into the tub, silently watching her, and washed myself again. She looked at me with the eyes of a little deer, especially when my leg touched and pressed against her body; she seemed helpless, unsure of what to do. I put on my pajamas, took a cup of tea, and lay down on the large sofa. Qiqi was still soaking in the warm water in the bathroom, without making a sound. Several months had passed since I captured Qiqi, and everything was going according to plan, even better than I had imagined. Soothed by the tea and the wisps of smoke, I felt extremely comfortable and relaxed. Now, I had many things to do, and I was going to fully enjoy the life I had been looking forward to. "Come out, Qiqi." With my call, Qiqi crawled out of the bathroom, soaking wet.
Her face was flushed, relatively calm, and the tear stains were gone. When she looked up at me, a hint of gratitude seemed to appear in her eyes. "Come to Master, Qiqi." I used a large bath towel to carefully dry Qiqi, who was kneeling at my feet. I stood up, looking down at my little bitch. The change in her in just half a day was truly astonishing, despite some faint marks on her body. Her beauty and fragility, her fair skin and long black hair, her clear, bright eyes, were a powerful visual assault on me. She gently twisted her neck, trying to toss one side of her long hair behind her head. Qiqi tilted her head back slightly, her gaze meeting mine for about five or six seconds. This was the first time we'd looked at each other for so long. The corners of her mouth twitched, and she tried to force a slight smile. Then she lowered her head, tentatively crawling closer to me, barking ingratiatingly. Before her master, whom she was forced to accept, all traces of womanly shame had vanished. Her image, her actions, brought waves of irresistible, gentle sensations, striking me and stirring the black flame within me. She, a once free person, was slowly falling into depravity, forgetting her dignity and self, gradually, even actively, beginning to assume the role of an animal. She had, vaguely and unconsciously, learned to curry favor with her master—me. "Good girl, Qiqi is so good." I knelt down, gently stroking her and her long hair. I felt genuinely happy and accomplished at every step she took. My penis was hot and hard; when I stood up, a small mound rose beneath my pajamas. I took out a blue women's tracksuit I had bought in Chengdu from the closet. Qiqi struggled to put it on while lying on the floor, and I tied my hair up in a simple ponytail. It was already past 2 PM, and I needed to cook for myself and Qiqi. While cooking, I locked Qiqi back in her cage downstairs; I couldn't afford to be careless even for a moment. The storage room was spotless; apart from the dampness, there were hardly any other unpleasant odors. After the food was ready, I took Qiqi upstairs to the living room.
On the coffee table sat a freshly cooked bowl of rice, scrambled eggs, and stewed beef. I turned on the TV, poured myself a glass of Moutai, and my stomach was already growling. Qiqi knelt on the corner of the sofa, watching me eat and drink with a pitiful expression. I noticed her neck twitch slightly from drool. "Are you hungry, Qiqi?" She nodded, staring at the food on the coffee table. "My Qiqi is hungry."
With that, I picked up an empty bowl, filled it about halfway with rice, beef, and eggs, and placed it on the wooden floor next to my feet. "Eat up, Qiqi. Remember how you should eat, don't waste any." My tone was gentle. To reach the bowl on the floor, Qiqi bent over on her elbows, her bottom sticking up high, her sweatpants bulging. She kept adjusting her posture, sometimes eating directly with her mouth, holding onto the rim of the bowl with both hands. Sometimes she lifted the bowl slightly, reaching for the food with her mouth from the rim. Finally, she started grabbing food with her hands and putting it in her mouth. You could tell from her eating habits that she was a very particular person. During the meal, she constantly wiped the rice grains around her mouth, cleaned her hands with her mouth, and even picked up any rice grains that fell on the floor. After finishing, she looked up at me and barked, then pointed to the empty bowl. Her adaptability was incredible; in just a few hours, her barking had become quite natural. "Finished eating? Goodness, my Qiqi is so capable," I praised, as a few soft barks escaped from her oily mouth. I cleared away the dishes and took Qiqi to the bathroom to wash her face and hands. This kind of busyness was truly enjoyable for me. Back in the living room, I lay on the sofa, placed my legs flat on the coffee table, and gestured for Qiqi to take off my socks.
Qiqi was so understanding and pleasing: she used her teeth to remove my socks, revealing my large, bony feet. Then she looked at me with her beautiful, clear black and white eyes. I could feel my will gradually taking over her soul. "Good girl Qiqi, wash your master's toes, one by one, understand?" She nodded eagerly, her hands resting on the coffee table, first holding her left foot, then taking her big toe into her mouth. "Slowly, slowly suck."
She nodded, her mouth and tongue soft and smooth. She carefully sucked each toe, like a baby nursing. Music played from the television, and I savored the immense pleasure Qiqi brought me, entering a state of ethereal bliss. I thought, even the gods couldn't be more blissful.
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