Unforgettable Sex Slave Life of a Female College Student

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A Female College Student's Unforgettable Sex Slave Experience:

I'm 20 years old this year. As a girl, I'm incredibly promiscuous, almost perverted, because I particularly
enjoy being abused, raped, and gang-raped.

Of course, these things are dangerous; one wrong move and you could lose your life, so most of the time, I take care of it
myself .

I'm still in school, and to enjoy my life safely, I rented a house off-campus.

The rent was cheap because it was in the suburbs, and the house was large, with a bedroom, study, kitchen, bathroom,
and what made me happiest was the clean basement.

The house wasn't too far from the school, but it wasn't too close either; it was a 20-minute bike ride.

The nearest neighbor was at least 50 meters away. I thought that if I were cornered in the house by several big men
, raped, and gang-raped, even if I screamed my lungs out, no one would hear me.

This thought immediately made my genitals throb, so much so that I was trembling the whole time I was signing the contract.

I moved in one Friday evening and immediately began decorating my beloved basement
. I have two beds, one for sleeping, and the other—a self-punishment
bed.

The self-punishment bed isn't big; it's a bit like a recliner, but the sitting area is very narrow. A thick dildo stands on it, and
not far behind is a small cone-shaped object with a small chain of five steel balls attached to its top
. This is for abusing my anus. Do you know why I don't use a dildo instead? I'll let you in on a secret:
because my anus is still a virgin! I hope that one
day by grabbing any thick stick and forcefully shoving it in,
deflowering my tender anus with the most brutal force.

So now I'm very protective of my anus, rarely eating dry food and drinking plenty of water to minimize the need for
discharge there.

Because of rent, I have very little money left over. I can't afford an expensive massager, and the cheap ones break easily,
so I simply won't buy one; making my own will be more fun.

I like to put things around me into my vagina, imagining myself being played with, feeling my limits
and reaching orgasm.

I often use vegetables like eggplant, cucumber, carrot, and banana, but they feel slippery and
not very stimulating. Later, I found a wooden stick, shaved it smaller with a knife, deliberately making it uneven in thickness,
even bumpy. It became a regular in my vagina.

Although I cherish my anus and don't want it to be too loose, I still abuse it when I'm sexually aroused.
I have a pink beaded chain that I made myself. Each bead is about one centimeter in diameter, and every ten beads there is
a larger one. Pressing the larger one into my anus is very painful and difficult, but it's
convenient for me to know how many beads have entered my rectum. The chain is very long, about a meter long. I've never put it
all the way into my anus. Every time I put in about 70 beads, I start to feel a throbbing pain. Although it's not very painful, I still
don't dare to continue. But I swear, one day, I will ruthlessly stuff it all in.

The last beaded necklace was a blooming fake peony, about the size of a fist, pink with three green leaves.
Its base was connected to the last bead in the necklace, also the largest.
When , a large peony bloomed on my anus—how beautiful, how lewd! But one
wish remained unfulfilled.

My life as a sex slave—meeting my master. I've said a lot before to help you understand my lewdness
and not be surprised that I would willingly become a stranger's sex slave.

Not long after moving, summer vacation began. I told my family I was going on a trip with some friends,
giving two months of free time. After hanging up the phone, I felt an overwhelming sexual urge almost overwhelm me. I half-
closed my eyes and thought, if there were a dozen giant men here, I would have two months of paradise.

As I lay in bed pondering how to arrange my life, my eyes fell on the computer screen. I remembered someone
—an online friend I met in a porn chat room. At the time, neither of us spoke.
Later he asked me why. I said there was nothing I wanted to talk about there. I countered by asking him why he didn't chat there,
and he said he was the same as me. He said he liked sex, but he liked training sex slaves even more, enjoying sadomasochism. He said it gave him
a great sense of accomplishment. After he finished speaking, I was jolted, and then I ejaculated. Later, we talked a lot more. We were very similar
; we disliked bloodshed and injury, and we preferred methods that aroused both of us. The only difference was that he was the sadist, and I was
the masochist.

We desperately wanted to meet then, but he said he was a sailor and could only stay in one place
for six months at a time . His current place was half a day's drive from my home, and I was still in school and couldn't leave.

Now that I'm on vacation, I have plenty of time, but I don't know if he's left yet. I quickly opened my email, wanting to
write to him, hoping it wouldn't be too late. Unexpectedly, I received a message from him as soon as I opened my inbox. It read, "You slutty
little slave, do you still remember your master? This much rest should be enough, right? It's time to return and fulfill your slave duties
. The life of discipline will make you suffer unbearably yet be filled with unforgettable pleasure. Are you ready? Give me your phone number.
Remember, the later you reply, the more cruel the punishment will be."

It was signed "Master." I was incredibly excited and immediately sent him my phone number. Less than five minutes later, my
phone rang. I stared trembling at the flashing, unfamiliar number and answered, "Hello, this is
Dang'er." "This is Master, are you ready?" "So, you're ready to be my sex slave? Tell me your address, I'll pick you up.
It'll be about five hours. You can use this time to prepare. I hope you won't be punished on our first meeting."

He completely ignored my reply; his tone, though seemingly a question, was a command, making me feel masochistic
. I blankly gave him my address, and immediately regretted it after hanging up. I almost wanted to run away. Was I really going to be
his slave, to be played with at his will? But wasn't this what I was hoping for? If I ran away, my master
would ignore me. This thought made me very sad, and I made up my mind to become his sex slave. I looked up
and realized that I had spent three hours in this internal struggle. I wasn't ready, and my master was coming soon. I
couldn't disappoint him.

So I immediately took a shower. Sex slaves aren't allowed to wear clothes, or at most, special rope suits,
leather outfits, or other erotic clothing.

But being naked, feeling exposed, I thought my master wouldn't like me like that. I took...
I took a deep breath after putting away my favorite beaded necklace and began pressing the beads one by one into my anus. I thought my master
would love my anus and would torture it cruelly. As I thought this, I noticed my anus twitching, no longer
tense. With each bead swallowed, it trembled. I knelt on the ground, put one leg on the stool next to me
, supported my upper body with one hand, and frantically stuffed the beads into my anus with the other. The floor-standing mirror next to me reflected
a crazy and lewd scene: a completely naked me, with beads of sweat on my forehead, my
cheeks flushed as if I were enduring great pain or pleasure, my pink lips tightly pursed. I let out occasional groans,
my body writhing as if trying to escape something, or perhaps enduring immense pain. The culprit
continued its frantic movements. "No, no more, it can't hold any longer, I can't take it anymore, I'm going to die,
no... no..."

I began to scream wildly, but the hand was no longer under my control. It didn't stop, but instead
pressed harder. My voice grew softer and softer as the beaded chain was reduced to just the last bead and a pink peony
. When the last large bead was forcefully pressed into my anus, I screamed and collapsed. I felt a surge of heat flow out
, and all around me was quiet.

I slowly got up, and I could hear the beads colliding inside my body. It felt swollen. I turned around and saw
the fake flower on my anus. I felt so lewd again. I should be severely disciplined by my master. Master,
that's right. I have to hurry. Master will be here soon. If Master gets angry, I'm doomed. Just thinking about how Master would
punish me made my legs tremble uncontrollably. I cleaned my vagina and applied
anti-inflammatory medicine to the red and swollen parts of my anus. This made my anus close up tightly as if it had never been abused. And that flower was a key.
The person who picked the flower would be my master.

I carefully applied light makeup, put on a necklace, bracelet, and anklet of the same color as the one inside my anus.
My skin was very white and smooth, and my breasts were large and perky. It would be such a waste to bury such a figure. I stroked my breasts,
slowly sliding down to my lower abdomen. My usually flat abdomen was slightly bulging today because my anus was stuffed with beads.
How could such an abdomen be shown to its master? I found a decorative belt and tied it on. I was all dressed up, except for
one thing that was troubling me. My master told me to leave my hands empty except for what I was wearing, but I absolutely
had to bring my phone. I thought for a moment, gritted my teeth, and put the phone in a condom, intending to insert it into my anus. The phone
was a little too big, and it hurt a bit when I squeezed it in. Fortunately, I had been wet all along, and... It didn't take much effort,
but it was quite a scene inside. The cell phone and the beaded necklace were separated by only a thin layer of flesh, pressing against each other, making me
feel like I was on the verge of orgasm with every step I took. No, I can't orgasm without my master's permission; he'll be angry. Just as
I was enduring it, I heard the sound of brakes. The car stopped in front of my house. The door opened, and someone got out
—a man. I heard the sound of leather shoes on the concrete road, the sound slowly and rhythmically
walking towards my door. "Here he comes. It's my master. He's come to take me back for training. What should I do? I'm a little scared. No,
no, I won't open the door for him. I won't go. I'll die if I go. Waaah..." I held
the coat I had prepared in my hand, only five steps away from the door, but I stopped.

Just then, the doorbell rang. I clenched my fists, closed my eyes, thinking he would leave soon. The doorbell
rang seemed a little angry. After a while, the doorbell stopped ringing, and I thought he had given up. I
breathed a sigh of relief, but then I couldn't help but feel a little regretful. Immediately, another shock erupted inside me—it really was inside me. My phone
was vibrating. "No, I can't take it anymore, stop!"

I kept thinking. Just then, I heard the owner's voice outside the door, "Dang'er, open the door." He probably heard my
moans and knew I was home. My phone kept vibrating. I couldn't take it anymore. I put on a transparent sheer
overcoat, which was almost like I wasn't wearing anything, but the slight glimpse only fueled my desire. I gritted my teeth, moved to the door, and said tremblingly
through the door "I'll open the door right away." "Master, please don't call again!"

The phone stopped vibrating. I opened the door, and the wind rushed in, ruffling my coat. I looked up
at my future master. He was so tall, probably 190cm. His strong physique was befitting a sailor.
He looked at me with a start, then frowned. "You regret opening the door so late
, making your master wait? You'll regret it when we get back." His harsh tone strangely made me anticipate something. I lowered my head. "I'll wait
for you in the car. Five minutes."

My master turned and left. I knew he was giving me a last resort. What choice did I have? I
locked the door, put the key on the doorframe, and walked step by step towards my master's car, towards my doom and
my heaven.

Once in the car, I leaned against the back seat, a little nervous. I peeked at my master, but he didn't even look at
me, focusing intently on driving. So I relaxed. The car drove smoothly and steadily, and gradually, I fell asleep
.

When I woke up, it was completely dark. I didn't know what time it was. There was only a dim yellow light in the car. I
moved my body, groaned, and looked at my master. "Awake? We'll be there soon. Be prepared
. I don't want to see a crying slave."

My master still didn't look at me, but from my angle, I could see that his genitals were already erect. My master
was also very excited. Hehe, I secretly smiled. The tense atmosphere disappeared instantly. I took the time
to think about how I should offer myself to my master.

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