Spider and Butterfly

A little over a month later, one evening, Sister Jinli called to say: "We've caught the wild duck. We'll
deliver it at our usual spot at 11 PM that night."

This was our pre-arranged plan, so we immediately got to work. After preparing everything, I dressed in all
black , drove a small van, and arrived on time at the intersection of a highway leading to the suburbs. I parked the van
in a dark spot on the side of the road where I could see what was happening on the highway.

A short while later, a car pulled up a short distance away. Its lights flashed three times and then went out .
I flashed my lights once, the door opened, and Sister Jinli jumped out.
She then threw a bag out of the van, gestured to the inside, and the van sped off.

I drove up to Sister Jinli. "Is everything ready?" she asked. "No problem," she replied. We lifted the
bag into the van and drove off into the darkness towards the distant suburbs.

We arrived at a country villa, which Ya Nan had borrowed from a friend. Ya Nan and Xiao Shan were already waiting at
the door. Together, we dragged the bag into the basement.

Ya Nan's friend, of course, shared our interests; her SM activity room was located in the basement.
Ya Nan and Xiao Shan had recently renovated it, and when we entered, it was practically a torture chamber.

A dim light bulb overhead emitted a reddish glow, barely enough to make out the surrounding walls. The walls
were made of large stone blocks, exposing the dark, raw stone. Against the walls were chairs, torture beds,
racks, and several specialized torture instruments. Whips, shackles, and ropes hung haphazardly on the walls, and ropes and chains
dangled . In the dim light, the flickering reflections on the dark chains created
an eerie atmosphere.

We put the bag on the ground and began changing clothes.

We were all dressed in our queen's attire: thigh-high high-heeled leather boots, tight leather bodices with bras
that lifted our breasts high, and leather shorts with holes between our legs, revealing our most sensual parts.
We wore masks over our eyes. The difference was that Xiaoshan and I wore red clothes with gold metal ornaments
, while Ya Nan and Jin Li wore black clothes with silver ornaments. After we were dressed, we went to
the bag.

Unlocking the bag revealed the unconscious Jiang Shuo. We lifted him onto an X-shaped torture bed,
securing his hands, feet, waist, and legs with cuffs. A special
gag , not only prying it open but also having an adjustable clamp that held his tongue
outside.

Jin Li brought a glass of cold water and sprayed it on his face. He shivered and slowly opened
his eyes .

When he realized his situation, he opened his eyes wide in confusion, trying to understand what was happening. When
he realized there were four beautiful women around him, a lecherous glint appeared in his eyes. He stared at us intently,
seemingly oblivious to his surroundings, and a tent had already been pitched in his crotch.

This was where our revenge would begin.

We stripped him naked. He didn't look very strong; his erect
penis seemed disproportionate to his throbbing member. He was already panting heavily, unable to release

his pent-up desire. We needed to clean him up first. Xiao Shan grabbed a razor and shoved his penis away,
immediately . Soon, the hair on his stomach and penis was completely shaved off. Ya Nan and I
weren't idle either. We applied hair removal cream
and shaved it all off. Then we applied a hair-removing liquid. Although he knew what we were doing,
he was now completely at our mercy.

I put black stockings and garter belts on his already hairless legs, instantly making his already slender
legs appear alluringly plump. After putting on the stockings and garter belts, I also put a pair of red strappy
pointed high heels on his feet, which, against the black stockings, made them both look seductive. Then, Ya Nan put a
bright red bra on him, which made him feel very uncomfortable, and he kept twisting his body, but he
couldn't do anything at the moment. Finally, Sister Jin Li took out a big wavy blonde wig and put it on him, and then applied a light layer of makeup.
After , he actually looked quite attractive. He was puzzled by the full women's clothing, but
the soft and tight feeling of his body against the women's underwear made his penis unconsciously hard.

Seeing that his penis was hard again, Sister Jin Li quickly tied it at the base with a thin rope,
and then tied his two bare testicles into two fleshy balls, fixing them to the sides of his penis. The tightly bound penis
glistened with blood, and the two fleshy mounds were also red and translucent. He tried to break free of the ropes, but
this made him more agitated.

Xiao Shan went up first, grabbed the penis with her hand, and kneaded and squeezed it hard, as if
she wanted to crush it. Under this stimulation, his cries grew louder, though he couldn't actually scream; he could only forcefully make whimpering sounds,
looking like a woman crying from arousal. Since Xiao Shan's vagina couldn't secrete lubricant, she first
applied some oil to his penis, then straddled him and squatted down. His penis entered Xiao Shan's
body , and Xiao Shan squatted down forcefully, one squat after another. This made Jiang Shuo, who was below, unlucky
. Because the penis was tightly bound by the ropes, he couldn't get any pleasure. But each squat stimulated his nerves, and
what was even more unbearable was that every time Xiao Shan sat down, she would press tightly on his two tightly bound fleshy mounds
, as if they were about to explode. This wasn't him venting his lust at all; it was more like he, dressed as a woman,
was being raped by this girl.

He'd finally waited until Xiaoshan got off, and just as he was about to catch his breath, Sister Ya'nan sat on top of him. Next was me,
and when Sister Jinli tried to get on, he passed out.

Sister Jinli sprayed him awake, then sat on him, and he passed out again after a few moments.
Dressed entirely in flamboyant women's clothing, he was now like a weak woman, being wantonly played with by us.

Sister Jinli got off, spraying him awake, "Useless! How can you be so easily exhausted? Let's try something different." She
muttered as she untied the ropes, suddenly releasing the restraints, and a thick, milky-white
liquid , gushed out, some even spraying onto his red bra and black stockings. His two silk-clad...
He tried to squeeze his legs together, but the torture bed and the restraints on his body restricted him. He could only arch his buttocks
upwards with force, and with each arch, a stream of white liquid would spurt upwards. When he finished,
he was panting with his tongue hanging out like a dog.

"You want to ejaculate so badly? Fine, I'll let you ejaculate to your heart's content." Sister Jinli picked up a glass bell jar and
placed it over his limp penis, which had just ejaculated, securing it with a belt. She then took out a pair of small
metal clips connected to wires and clamped them onto his nipples inside his bra. Then she turned on a switch next to it. With a slight
motor sound, the vacuum pump connected to the tube at the top of the bell jar began to draw air out of the jar. Under the negative pressure, his penis
began to erect. From the pulsating tube, it could be seen that the negative pressure inside was
changing in waves. It felt as if something was pulling upwards on his penis. From his trembling chest,
it could be seen the pair of clips were sending an electric current into his body. Under the combined stimulation, Sister Jinli adjusted the intensity of the current.
He seemed to feel pain, yet also enjoy it, arching his buttocks repeatedly. Not long after, accompanied by "grunt, grunt" sounds from his
throat , his throbbing penis once again spurted out white liquid, looking
quite lewd. A woman dressed as a dummy with long, wavy blonde hair, wearing a bra, stockings, and high heels,
was helplessly and forcibly drained of her semen.

"We should take a break. Let him enjoy himself here," Sister Jinli said to us.

We left Jiang Shuo, panting heavily, and the still-humming vacuum pump behind, laughing and joking as we left
the basement for coffee in the living room.

The next morning, we went to the basement together. Apart from the motor still humming, we couldn't hear anything
else. Turning on the light, we saw Jiang Shuo, dressed entirely in women's clothing, his face sallow, his eyes sunken, wide-open and rolling
upwards mouth was covered in sticky mucus and foam, and his wig had fallen off. Although the ammeter
still showed current flowing through the small clips into his body, there was no visible physical
reaction . The bell jar was already more than half full of pink liquid. Through the jar, I could see
the head of a large, purplish-red rod sticking out from the middle of the liquid. He was completely still, which startled me. "Is he dead?"

"No, he just passed out from pleasure." Sister Jinli went over, turned off the power, and
checked before saying this.

"Why is it pink?" Xiaoshan asked, looking at the pink liquid in the bell jar.

"We pumped all night, and the white liquid ran out, so we had to use blood to make up the difference." Sister Ya Nan explained, tidying up
the things .

We removed all the loose items from his body and took him off the torture bed, but we didn't take off his women's clothes.
He lay sprawled on the ground like a puddle of mud.

Sister Jinli put Jiang Shuo's wig back on and gave him a shot of adrenaline. After a while, he woke up,
and when he saw us, he almost fainted again.

Although his restraints were now removed, we had no reason to worry about him resisting. A night of
draining his essence had left him completely exhausted, too weak even to lift his head.

We began the interrogation.

"What bad things have you done! Speak!" Sister Jinli shouted sternly.

He rolled his eyes, which were lined with eyeliner, and kept his mouth tightly shut.

"He's playing dead dog," Xiaoshan Shan said bitterly, "Let's not waste words with him, just put this back on him and
see how long he can stay hard." Saying this, she raised the bell-shaped cover in her hand, about to put it on him.

"No, no, I'll talk, I'll talk!" Jiang Shuo trembled in fear, his legs twitching, his hands tightly covering his groin,
like a weak woman terrified of being raped. He watched as Xiao Shan lowered the deadly bell-shaped cover, and breathed a sigh of relief.
"Grandma, what do you want me to say?"

"You won't shed a tear until you see the coffin," Sister Jinli said, taking out a small box and a pill from it.
"Let's start with this."

Jiang Shuo looked up and shuddered at the sight of the small box, quickly lowering his head again.

"What? Forgot what this is? This is your most treasured possession." Sister Jinli threw a stack of photos in
front of him. "Look at this." They were photos of
the mutilated . Some of the children in the photos were already dead, their mutilated bodies crawling with disgusting
maggots and flies.

Jiang Shuo picked up the photo with trembling hands, glanced at it, and immediately threw it away, prostrating himself
on the ground and kowtowing repeatedly. "Spare me! I'll never do it again!"

"Now it's announced that you will pay the price for your actions. We will
seek . From today onwards, you are a dog, a lowly cross-dressing bitch."

Hearing that we didn't want his life, he repeatedly agreed, "Yes, yes, yes, I am the lowest of cross-dressing
bitches."

Sister Jinli said to us, "Now let's turn him into a cross-dressing bitch."

Sister Ya'nan locked something like a padlock onto the glans of his limp penis, fitting it perfectly
into the groove behind the glans. While locking it, she explained, "This penis lock is the latest product. Its tightness
is automatically adjusted; whether you're soft or hard, it will adjust accordingly." Once it reaches the right size, don't
try to pull it off. Pulling it down forcefully will cause it to tighten automatically, unless you don't want your penis head anymore
. Then she placed a delicate little testicular cuff, like a pair of handcuffs, at the base of his testicles, tightly
constricting them. Both the penis lock and the testicular cuff had small copper bells hanging from small chains at the bottom. After
adding the locks, she gave him an injection of high-concentration hormones to start feminizing his body.

I used a special pair of pliers to pull his tongue out of his mouth. He thought I was going to cut
it and screamed in terror, begging for mercy. I said, "Don't move, or I really will rip it off." "
Once he realized I wasn't going to cut off his tongue, he obediently let me pull it out.

I used a special hole punch to make a hole in his tongue, then threaded a thick
ring with a brass bell through it, so his tongue could only stick out like a dog's.

I then put a dog collar on him, with a not-too-thin iron chain on it, which was the chain we used to lead him."

Xiao Shan inserted a six-inch-long anal plug into his anus, with a
long, upturned dog tail attached to the end. His ankles and thighs were tightly bound together with leather straps,
and his hands were covered with dog paw mittens, forcing him to clench his fists. Leather
straps , and handcuffs were attached, the chains connecting to knee cuffs on his knees. The chains
were too long for him to stand, leaving him crawling on the ground. Now, Jiang Shuo,
wearing stockings, and high heels, lay on the ground, looking pitiful and helpless.

We looked around at our female dog for a while, and when we were satisfied, Xiao Shan sat on his back,
holding a leather whip. "Come on, let me walk the dog." She casually lashed his buttocks, leaving a
red mark, and he trembled in pain.

Seeing he didn't move, Xiao Shan pulled on the leash around his neck collar, causing him to whimper in pain and
helplessly crawl towards the door.

The moment he moved, the little bells on his body jingled. Amidst the crisp sound of the bells and the occasional crack of Xiao Shan
's whip, Jiang Shuo transformed into our female dog.

"Woof, woof." A soft sound, like a dog's bark but not quite, woke me from my dream. I opened my
blurry eyes, wondering where the barking came from, when two more barks made me suddenly remember that I
had told the dog to wake me at eight o'clock this morning when I went to sleep yesterday. I turned to look at my watch; the time was perfect
. How obedient.

I got up. The dog was on a specially made dog bed next to my bed. The little bell on its tongue ring had been
removed, but a short chain had locked its tongue to an iron ring at the head of its bed. Its elbows and
knees were supporting it on the bed, its forearms and calves flat against it, and its wrists and ankles were locked in U-shaped shackles on the bed
. It could only lie on the bed like a dog, its head outstretched, tongue lolling out, chin on the ground—truly only able to lie like
a dog.

Moreover, he never takes off his high heels while sleeping, so even when he's asleep, his feet are still tormented by those 10-
centimeter heels.

The dog bed is electric; when its paws are in position, the locking rings automatically tighten. I pressed
a button on the headboard of the dog bed, and all the locks automatically loosened, as did the chain on its tongue.
However, its mouth was already stiff, and its tongue was still sticking out. It suddenly collapsed onto the bed, and I
lashed its rump hard with a leather whip. It shuddered.

"Come here, I'm going to give you breakfast."

It crawled over, rubbing its stiff tongue with its front paws covered in dog paw pads. When its tongue could move again, it
quickly lay down on its back on the ground in front of me. I spread my legs, straddled its head, and squatted down. Its head
was tightly clamped under my buttocks, and my vagina was right in front of its mouth. Its nose was pressed against my anus
. It could only suck with its open mouth. It knew that only by serving me well as soon as possible would I get up.
It licked open my two gates with its tongue and licked my clitoris diligently. It felt so good. As soon as I relaxed,
a stream of warm, yellowish liquid gushed out. Its nose was pressed down by me, and it had no other choice. I could only hear
a few "glug, glug" sounds as it drank my urine.

While it was still licking the remaining drops of urine, Sister Ya Nan arrived, dragging a large box. "Come and see,
our new product—a fully automatic toilet!"

I dropped the panting female dog and opened the box with Sister Ya Nan. It was a streamlined
toilet , but unlike ordinary toilets, it didn't have a water tank at the back; instead, there was a large hole at the bottom.

"How do you use this thing?" I asked Sister Ya Nan.

Sister Ya Nan explained to me like a guide, "This is a product specially designed for training toilet slaves. Just let the dog's head
drill into this hole, and then you can enjoy the rest." As she spoke, she plugged the pin into the power outlet and connected
a hose to the water supply. "Why don't you try it?"

"I just relieved myself."

"What a great thing! I'll try it." Xiao Shan ran in from outside.

When she understood, she hesitated and asked, "It won't bite me, will it?"

Ya Nan and I laughed. "No, we considered that in the design. Even
a naturally fierce dog wouldn't dare; once its head is in the hole, it's completely out of its control."

"You should tell me about its function first," Xiao Shan said, still worried.

"Okay, as soon as the dog's head goes into the hole, a gate will lock its neck, and it won't be released until the process
is complete . As soon as its head is inside, two clips will immediately clamp its ears,
fixing its head in place. Then the first step is to clean the toilet."

"Clean the toilet?" Xiao Shan asked, puzzled.

"For our health, of course we need to clean the toilet bowl thoroughly."

"How does it clean when its head is inside?"

"It's automatic, of course. That's why it's called a fully automatic toilet. There are hooks to pull open the dog's mouth
, pliers to pull out its tongue, a spray nozzle to spray water, and a brush that automatically
cleans the inside and outside of the dog's mouth, and its tongue, thoroughly. Then it dries with hot air, and the toilet is ready. Your
seat move backwards above the toilet bowl. The automatic tracking function ensures the dog's mouth is aligned with your bottom, preventing
any waste. Every time something falls into the dog's mouth, the hooks will make the dog swallow the sausage you rewarded it
with . When you're finished, it will clean the bowl again, then release the hooks and fill the dog's mouth with clean water, which it will
spray to clean your bottom."

"What if it drinks the water instead of spraying?" Xiaoshan asked.

"There are voice prompts inside, telling it what to do. If it doesn't obey, two electrodes will be inserted
into its nostrils to give it an electric shock, and the voltage of the shock will increase each time it disobeys.
Then it will lick you clean with its tongue. How about it? Give it a try."

I pulled the dog on its leash and led the cross-dressing dog to the toilet. It already understood the situation it was about to face,
but it had no choice. It could only crawl to the hole behind the toilet, lie on the ground, and timidly
try to stick its head into the hole little by little.

When the head was completely inside the hole, the automatic program started, and a red light flashed.

"Cleaning the toilet, please wait." That was the toilet's voice.

A buzzing machine sounded, and the dog's exposed body twisted and turned, struggling in vain to
pull .

After a while, the green light came on, "The toilet has been cleaned, please use it."

"I'll try it." Xiao Shan sat down, the seat moved slightly, and soft music played
.

After a while, Xiao Shan said, "I'm done, what should I do?"

"Press this button." Sister Ya Nan pressed a button.

"Please wait, preparing to clean your body."

Xiao Shan suddenly giggled, "It's so itchy, so itchy." It must be the dog licking her
butt with its tongue.

"All programs completed, welcome to use again." The toilet opened the gate that was stuck on the dog's neck,
pushing the panting dog's head out.

“Automated is better. Look how clean the dog is. It doesn’t make a mess everywhere, which is disgusting
.” I thought for a moment and then said, “It’s a pity we can’t see what’s inside. It would be even better if it were transparent.”

“That’s true,” said Sister Ya Nan. “I’ll tell the factory to make a transparent sample right away.
You can use it first as a reward for your great idea.”

After more than a month of training, Jiang Shuo’s arrogance had completely disappeared. It had fully adapted to its cross-
dressing dog identity. During this month, we trained it to crawl, greet, and eat dog food in a dog-like posture.
We also continued its estrogen injections. Its skin became smoother and smoother, and its chest began to swell, making it
more and more like a female dog.

Every morning it would wake us up on time and then crawl into the transparent toilet to wait for the breakfast
we gave it.

After breakfast, we would take it for a walk in the yard, then strap it to the torture bed.
After injecting it with its daily dose of estrogen, we would begin to "train" its penis and nipples. We would whip it, use bamboo sticks to beat it,
or subject it to "crushing torture"—placing three chopsticks under its scrotum, between its scrotum and penis,
and above its penis, with the ends of the chopsticks tightly bound together with elastic bands, like the ancient torture used on women. Or
we would make it swing—tying ropes to its testicles and the head of its penis, suspending weights below, and
then whipping the weights with small wooden sticks, causing it to swing back and forth continuously. If we weren't interested, we would simply cover it with
the bell jar, turn on the power, and let the vacuum pump dry its penis. For its increasingly sensitive nipples,
we would often clamp them or stimulate them with an electric current, making them more sensitive as they swell.

In the evenings, as we sat on the sofa watching TV, it would lick each of our feet clean, making our
high heels shine from top to bottom. When it was time for bed, it would automatically climb into its dog bed,
which was automatic; the locking rings would snap shut as soon as its paws were in place.

This was its daily routine. Besides this, each of us would constantly train it.
Sometimes we would dress it in different women's clothes, forcing it to walk and talk like a woman, showing it
videos of transsexuals being fucked and ejaculating to brainwash it, and playing hypnotic recordings and videos to gradually feminize its mind.
However, the collar around its neck would never be removed; it was a symbol of its female-dressing dog identity. Due to
the large injections of estrogen and changes in its diet, its body became increasingly weak and powerless, so we weren't afraid it
would resist. Jiang Shuo, from a man who played with women, was increasingly trained to resemble a wanton
and slutty bitch.

One day, more than half a year later, the four of us sat together, discussing our next steps. Jiang Shuo is
now a cross-dressing dog with breasts, a basically feminine body, and a coquettish and lewd demeanor.

"We must find a way to punish it properly, so it will never forget it," Sister Jinli said angrily.

"But what method can we use?" Sister Ya Nan asked, frowning.

Xiao Shan, who had been silent all along, said, "Let's just castrate it. It's not like a man anymore anyway
."

"I have thought about it," Sister Jinli said, "but we don't know how to do surgery. If it dies, it'll be too easy for it
."

"No need for surgery, I have a way."

"What way do you have?" We all turned to Xiao Shan.

"I remember in the village, some castrates use a knife to make an incision and squeeze out the testicles. There are two other
methods that don't use a knife. One of them is called 'hammering'."

"Hammering?" We didn't understand what that meant.

"Yes, you tie the testicles tightly at the base of the scrotum with a rope, then pound them with a small wooden mallet
until they're crushed."

"Won't that kill it?"

"No, pounding them all at once would be excruciatingly painful. Just pound slowly, being careful not to injure the skin, and
crush the contents."

"What happens after it's crushed?"

"It'll be absorbed soon, leaving only some wrinkled skin.

" "What about its penis? "

"That requires another method."

"What method?"

"Another method without a knife is called castration, which involves using a rope to tighten it, adding a little pressure each day, and it won't be long before
it comes off."

We couldn't think of a better way, so we decided to try it.

That morning, to give it the strength to endure the upcoming surgery, we didn't use it as our
toilet Instead, we gave it some food, which it wolfed down from its food bowl on the floor,
its now quite plump buttocks raised high. The small copper bells hanging from its body
swayed with its movements, occasionally ringing crisply. It now had a pair of B-cup breasts, which we had pierced with
nipple rings, each with a small bell. It also had long, black hair reaching its earlobes, and its facial features were increasingly resembling those of a female dog.

When we tied it to the torture bed as usual, it seemed to sense something was amiss, because this time we...
It was bound very tightly, with several more ropes added, making it seem as if it were glued to the bed, unable to move an inch.
A gag was placed in its mouth, and it looked around with terrified, alluring eyes, its expression like that of a helpless woman.

Xiao Shan grabbed its scrotum and tied it tightly at the base with rope. Due to
the strain of heavy objects and the large injections of androgens these past few days, the scrotum had become somewhat loose. Xiao Shan placed two square bricks
under the bound scrotum.

"Alright, let's begin."

"For the children you've harmed, for the sisters you've humiliated, we've decided to remove the root of your
evil ," Sister Jin Li said solemnly.

Lying there, Jiang Shuo, hearing that it was to be castrated, struggled violently, its high-heeled feet and
bra-clad body trembling on the torture bed. But all was in vain. Finally, it stopped, and
a few cloudy tears streamed from its trained, alluring eyes, making it look like a
delicate flower about to be destroyed.

Sister Jinli glanced at Xiaoshan. "Child, the time for revenge has come. Begin now."

Xiaoshan picked up a wooden stick and struck the scrotum lying on the brick.

A groan, a monstrous howl, escaped his lips. His entire body tensed, his
feet , instantly straightened. Although tightly bound, his breasts still swayed.

One strike, then another, Xiaoshan continued striking slowly. Jiang Shuo's screams grew louder and more chilling
until finally, he convulsed and fainted. His current state resembled that of a virgin being violated,
his genitals a pool of blood.

We stopped, waited for him to regain consciousness, and then continued.

What once made him proud now filled him with regret. Finally, Sister Jinli pulled Xiaoshan back.
"Alright, that's enough."

Xiaoshan, still not satisfied, punched the now-deflated scrotum again. "Consider it a bargain for you."

Sister Ya Nan took out a delicate little handcuff and, with a "click," tightly fastened it to the base of the now limp penis
. Now, the last vestige of his manhood had been destroyed; he was basically a woman now
.

We gave him some anti-inflammatory drugs, and that day he lay on the basement floor like a dead man.

In the following days, we tightened the handcuff every day, and before long, his penis turned black and necrotic
. After that, he truly became like a woman, accepting all sorts of training we arranged for him, including being fucked by a wolfhound,
having his prostate developed, and receiving enemas.

We discussed it and decided that since he had become neither male nor female, we might as well truly transform him into a woman. So we
continued injecting him with estrogen and even found a quack doctor to perform breast augmentation and sex reassignment surgery on him.
Unfortunately the quack doctor's skills were lacking; he made his vulva too exaggerated, and his labia
never closed properly, always lewdly open.

Later, we gave him to a Thai brothel owner whom Sister Jinli knew. Apparently, he's still performing adult striptease shows in underground brothels
in Pattaya , and he even has a stage name,
"Laughing Girl," which is probably a transliteration of his open vulva
.

We made a video of Jiang Shuo's training process, which gained popularity among enthusiasts. Afterward, more and more
bad men were transformed into cross-dressers using this process as retribution for their evil deeds.

We returned to a peaceful life. Later, Sister Jinli was invited by a Korean SM club and
went to Korea with Xiao Shan, eventually settling there. Sister Ya Nan and I are together, and we're still together today.

[The End]

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