Slave Mother and Daughter

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Three years ago, in the autumn, my father was imprisoned after losing a political struggle. My mother and I spent a large portion of our only savings of $200,000, which we had hidden deep inside in Hong Kong and which hadn't been confiscated, on a Hong Kong smuggler, leaving us with only $20,000.

This smuggler was an old friend of my father's, who said he had done his best to negotiate such a low price. My mother and I were extremely grateful and begged him to arrange two new identities for us: Brazilian Chinese. He then very courteously took us to a lawless area in South America very close to Brazil, handed us over to a local white man, and said goodbye.

Before leaving, he even came to say goodbye, telling us that this white man would take good care of us and that he would arrange our next steps. During this time, the smuggler also said he would exchange Brazilian currency for us.

For convenience in the future and to avoid trouble, my mother and I gave him all our expensive jewelry and the $20,000 to exchange. Later, we learned that the so-called Brazilian currency he gave us was actually Peruvian currency, which had already been invalidated. My daughter and I were swindled out of everything by him, plunging us into the most miserable state.

The white man wouldn't speak to us, and even when he did, we couldn't understand him. He was very brutal to us, often beating us for not understanding his orders. My daughter and I, alone and helpless, had no choice but to silently endure his abuse.

He took us on a week-long journey by carriage, during which he violently raped my mother and me. Enraged that he couldn't extract any money from us, he forced us into prostitution every night after we checked into an inn.

On the third day, because he disliked our inability to speak the local language, he stripped us naked, tied our necks with two ropes, and treated us like dogs. During the day, he kept us tied to the carriage, abusing us as they traveled. At night, when we arrived at the inn, he left us naked in the dining room to be raped, while he sat and collected money.

My mother and I understood that the smuggler had betrayed us, but we didn't know what the future held.

We were heartbroken and helpless, naked and vulnerable to abuse and rape.

Finally, we arrived at our destination, but it wasn't as we had hoped: instead of my father's old friend coming to pick us up, we met a slave trader. This made things even worse. First, his black assistant whipped us severely, then tied us to a special medical table in the dungeon. Every day, a black girl injected us twice with a drug, and another girl fed us a half-full meal.

The injections were like torture in hell: huge, frightening glass syringes, first filled with a pale yellow liquid, were then plunged into our nipples—the excruciating pain is still unforgettable. After injecting one syringe into each nipple, another filled it with a pink liquid and plunging it into our clitoris; each time, the pain made me faint immediately. After waking my daughter and me with cold water, they applied medicine to our labia. Then, a burly Black man used a flat, black leather strap to whip our genitals until they were swollen and purple but not broken.

After all this torture was over, two Black girls poured large amounts of blue medicine into our anuses. Before it was all finished, our stomachs were already very swollen, and we had a strong urge to defecate, with severe cramps in our large intestines. At this point, the Black girls would forcefully insert two rubber-coated steel rods, as thick as wrists, into our vaginas and anuses. They were more than a foot deep and as thick as the steel rods, so that even with the strongest urge to defecate, we couldn't expel a single drop.

What was even more unbearable was that after the girls inserted the steel rods, they would gently press a button on the shelf, and the two steel rods would move, twisting and vibrating, pulling out a section and then inserting it again. My daughter and I were naked, bound to the rack, completely immobile. Our anuses were filled with a large amount of medicine, and the intense urge to defecate drove us almost mad. Our swollen genitals and anuses were relentlessly violated by two inhuman steel rods.

Perhaps it was the effect of the medicine, but even in such conditions, our bodies experienced a strong sexual response. Under the constant assault of the steel rods, we repeatedly and pathetically reached orgasm, leaving the rack soaked with our own fluids.

Day after day of this torture and training quickly changed our bodies: our breasts became abnormally large, our buttocks abnormally large, our labia abnormally large, and our clitoris as large as a boy's penis.

Finally, we were taken down from the rack. A black woman, who looked like a butler, spoke a lot of gibberish to us, seemingly in English, but we couldn't understand it. For this, the black woman repeatedly whipped us severely, and finally we understood that we were now slaves. My mother and I wept bitterly, but no one pitied us; we had no choice but to accept our fate.

I thought that obediently serving as a slave might save my life, but little did I know that the days that followed were worse than death. My mother and I attempted suicide several times but failed, and were severely punished for it. We finally understood that a slave's life belonged to their master, and if the master didn't allow it, death was impossible.

My mother and I had to abandon our thoughts of death and work diligently according to the master's orders. Since death was an impossible desire, we had no choice but to live obediently, trying to avoid angering the master and thus suffer less. Alas, the daily work was no different from the punishments in hell. My mother

and I felt like we were living a life worse than death; we must have committed sins in our past lives. The work of a slave was both extremely humiliating and extremely painful. My mother and I were taken to a work shed where a black man grabbed my mother and branded her breasts with a red-hot iron: "Squeak... squeak..."

"Ah... ah..." With my mother's screams, a puff of smoke rose from her breasts, and the acrid smell of burning human flesh filled the work shed. Next, I was branded with a number on my breast as well. Next, many more female slaves were branded with numbers, their screams echoing throughout the room.

After the branding, my mother, three other female slaves, and I were grouped together. Someone handcuffed us with chains around our necks, our hands were tightly bound behind our backs and hung high around our necks, and we were gagged with chew balls. Our already enormous breasts, induced into swollen genitals, were erect, our nipples pierced and fitted with small iron rings, from which chains hung.

Our thick labia were also pierced, each with a row of small iron rings, also connected by chains. Our protruding clitorises were tightly bound with thin wires, the five clitorises tied together in a string, led by a black girl in front. Each tug she gave caused excruciating pain, forcing us to quicken our pace to keep up with her.

Finally, a thick, rough wooden stick was deeply inserted into our anus, about a foot long inside and another foot long protruding outside. This stick, inside our rectum, prevented us from walking upright, forcing us to bend forward. This caused our enormous breasts to droop heavily, forcing us to rely entirely on the strength of our breasts and nipples to lift heavy objects, without any hope of using our abdominal muscles.

Just walking like this was difficult enough, but then we were forced to carry heavy loads. If we were to work like normal people, carrying heavy objects, we would be content and work very hard. But some demon invented this method of torturing and humiliating female slaves. We, a string of female slaves, were bound hand-to-hand with our backs, unable to use our hands to work, let alone maintain the balance of our arms.

In this position, he forced us to use chains attached to our breasts and labia to lift logs, carrying them through streets and alleys, among the rural crowds. Our breasts, nipples, and labia were stretched long, our clitoris was pulled, and we walked naked with our legs spread apart, enduring humiliation, pain, and shame in public. If we slowed down even slightly, someone behind us would whip our buttocks, while someone in front would pull hard on the thin wire attached to our clitoris. It was painful and shameful, but there was no escape; we had to work hard with our breasts and labia in humiliation.

Working in such a humiliating way during the day wasn't enough. After work in the evening, someone would equip us with another set of equipment: our hands were still tied behind our backs, and we were forced to carry a large beer barrel, the tap of which was attached to our cleavage. Our already obese breasts were further tightened with rope, causing them to bulge even higher. They were filled with milk, so swollen they seemed about to burst if we didn't express the milk—it was incredibly painful.

My feet were shackled, preventing me from taking a step. A small iron ring on my labia held a chain to a bucket used to collect the urine of the nobles.

Once dressed, the black foreman used a whip to drive us, a group of naked female slaves, to the town's pub to serve those noble men.

In the dim light, I saw that the slave opposite me was my mother. She was groveling there in agony. A man was pouring beer into his glass, while another man, talking to him, was urinating into the bucket hanging from my mother's labia. The bucket was already more than half full, stretching my mother's labia long. Because of a chew ball in her mouth, my mother couldn't scream, but I could hear muffled, pitiful moans. It turned out the man urinating was burning my mother's nipples with a cigarette butt.

My mother seemed to be struggling, yet also pleading. She desperately offered her swollen breasts to the men's mouths, begging them to drink or express milk. Her milk supply was probably unbearable, which was why she was so shameless and relentlessly thrusting her large breasts forward.

"Oh! My God!" Behind my mother, a large boy was thrusting a long stick into her anus. My mother's buttocks twisted violently from the thrusting, and she made incoherent "oohs" sounds, yet she still chased after the men, begging them to express milk.

"Ah! This is truly vicious. A female slave, blinded by milk, even knowing she's about to be violated, will still run to every man without hesitation, begging to express milk, only to be subjected to another round of abuse."

"Ah!" As I looked sadly at my mother, I suddenly felt a sharp pain in my anus. Turning around, I saw a tall, black man forcefully inserting his massive, leg-sized penis into my anus.

"Ah...ha...oh..." I felt an excruciating pain in my anus, as if it were being torn apart. "Waaah...waaah...please, squeeze my breasts...play with my nipples..." Ignoring the pain in my anus, I pleaded loudly with a man who walked up to me.

But he didn't understand Chinese at all, nor did he want to listen to a slave. While chatting with the man fucking my anus, he pulled out an equally astonishingly thick penis and shoved it mercilessly into my mouth. "Waaah..." I couldn't scream anymore; even breathing was difficult because his huge penis was already in my throat, making it almost impossible for me to breathe.

The two of them thrust in and out with abandon, one in front and one behind. My hair was being pulled by the man in front, and the iron bucket, already full of urine, swayed with the movement of my body, making my labia feel like they were about to tear.

"Ah... how could this rape be so brutal?! How much longer must I endure this?" My thoughts were filled with despair. I spent every day suffering in this life of being arbitrarily violated. I even felt like I wasn't human, just a pile of female flesh, that my existence was only for men to play with and torture. To die was a luxury, a sin.

This cruel and abusive life lasted about three months. Perhaps because I was deemed ready, I was sold here. I don't know where my mother was sold to.

[The End]

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