Imprisoned Crossdressing Sex Slaves

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In the dim light, a huge penis was glued tightly to the table, only the swollen, purplish glans exposed. I watched my genitals being tortured like this, yet I was helpless. My hands were tied behind my back and I was suspended high from the ceiling, forced to stand on tiptoe to alleviate the twisting of my elbows.

The person standing before me was my master; I didn't know his name. I had never even seen his face. He always wore a mask when he disciplined and tortured me, somewhat resembling a Japanese tengu, but not quite. I dared not look closely; my master forbade his slaves from looking directly at his upper body. Even a stolen glance would result in waterboarding and confinement.

It was inhuman torture. The first time I was waterboarded was also the first time I saw my master.

I wasn't very thin, just lacking muscle. I started going to the gym, but every time I took off my shirt and showed my arms, I was laughed at, just because I was too pale.

Many girls were jealous of my skin, saying I was born into the wrong family. Being insecure, I didn't want to be the center of attention. What others might call jokes, I took very seriously. So I went running alone in the park late at night, and that's where I met my master. It

was already very late that day, and I didn't really want to go. But the thought of the allure of a V-line and a V-shaped waist made me put on my running shoes. Not long after, I suddenly noticed someone standing under a streetlamp, wearing a long trench coat, and I couldn't see their face clearly.

Terrified by the darkness, I froze, frozen in place. After all, it was already past midnight, and besides patrol officers, there was no one else around.

The man in black seemed to have noticed me and turned to walk towards me. When I came to my senses and looked closely, I realized it was a woman, a large, naked woman wearing a trench coat. If it weren't for the two bells hanging from her breasts, I might have been able to flirt with her.

She had no expression, just staring straight ahead. At first, I thought she was looking at me, but then I realized I was wrong.

Just as I was reminiscing, a stream of white wax was poured onto my glans, making me cry out in pain. My master, holding a candle, slapped me twice across the face. Then, he pressed the candlestick hard against my glans.

His other hand stroked the base of my cleanly shaved penis, and he leaned in to sniff my hair. Ever since I was imprisoned here, they've been injecting me with estrogen and dressing me up like a woman. Besides, I naturally look like a woman; sometimes when I look in the mirror, I can't even see any signs of being male, even my breasts are slightly protruding. Except for that penis below.

I let out a few soft moans; that huge vibrator was almost touching my prostate.

"Are you going to cum?" my master asked me.

That's what my master asked me back then. I found myself completely naked, tightly tied to a park bench, my legs raised above my head, my ankles strapped to a lamppost behind me, my entire buttocks exposed.

The woman in black was sucking my penis when I came to my senses; I felt like I'd been electrocuted, and my back was still tingling.

Just then, I heard a deep voice behind me: "Are you about to cum?" I was indeed about to cum. I wanted to scream for help, but my mouth was tightly gagged with something. Looking around, all I could see was black clothes and darkness. The person who had attacked me stood behind me, seemingly enjoying the scene. The woman

in black was licking my penis while playing with my anus, occasionally kissing the tender flesh next to my anus. If I hadn't been tied up, that feeling would have been heavenly. The person behind me was equally aroused and pulled out his penis, attacking me. I couldn't see it, but I could feel it; that vile, stinking penis was right next to my ear.

He took the thing out of my mouth, and I realized it was my underwear. My stomach churned. Before I could even open my mouth, he twisted my head and expertly put a gag on me, forcing me to keep my mouth open, unable to even swallow my saliva. I knew what was about to happen; that foul-smelling penis, long and thick, was shoved into my mouth.

The glans pressed against my throat, and an immediate feeling of suffocation surged into my brain, along with shame. He grabbed my neck and shook my head back and forth. In my hazy state, my consciousness was already blurred; I only remembered the feeling of that foul-smelling semen shooting all over my face—it was utterly humiliating.

Later, I was captured by my master and brought here. At first, I resisted desperately, but all I received was endless pain and torture. Especially after experiencing the water dungeon, I became much more docile, learning to actively please my master to avoid further punishment. By then, I had already been tortured in various ways and finally gave in. Performing oral sex on my master's penis was the first time I had ever willingly sucked a man's penis. Although I was very unwilling, I hadn't eaten or drunk anything for three days.

To survive, I had no choice but to make the deal. His penis was strange, with a unique fishy smell that was unforgettable once you smelled it. I could always recall the feeling of being conquered by his penis, a sensation that no other man's penis could match.

After my master ejaculated in my mouth, he satisfiedly took out a funnel and fed me "water." The foul-smelling urine gushed down my throat, and the remaining urine spilled all over my face, dripping onto the cold floor. Next to me was the semen that I had just spat out. My master, with a victorious air, dumped the leftover food on the ground and turned to leave.

I ate the food mixed with semen and urine, tears welling up in my eyes. It was really awful, but I later realized the price I had to pay for it.

However, the master wasn't satisfied with his sex slaves being completely submissive; he preferred those helpless resistances, and the woman in black was one of them.

The woman in black was one of the master's favorites among his many sex slaves. She was beautiful, had a lovely voice, and her vagina was especially exquisite—a true gem. The initial penetration felt like entering a vast ocean, overflowing with vaginal fluid. But the deeper you went, the tighter the vaginal muscles became. By the time you realized it, the entrance was already gripping your penis, and after a few thrusts, you'd have to surrender.

This isn't what the master said; it's something I experienced firsthand.

I've just had my master's penis a few times, and each time after he ejaculated, he locked me in a small room and ignored me. But this time was different. After my master ejaculated on my face, he told me to wipe it off and eat it piece by piece, which I did.

My master was clearly satisfied and led me out of the small room. The room was gloomy and terrifying, just like the outside, like a prison. Only the iron bars had been replaced by a small door. I knelt on the ground, walking like a dog, a leash around my neck, following my master.

We passed countless rooms before finally entering a door. I immediately recognized the woman on the bed—the woman in black from that night. I hated her, but couldn't articulate why; I simply blamed her for everything I was going through. After all, I dared not defy my master anymore, so I could only vent my anger on her.

Her life seemed better; she had some furniture and decorations. Unlike my cell, her life was far from easy. Her cold eyes revealed a complete lack of hope and light in her life.

My master grabbed the long hair I'd had implanted, and for the first time, I felt the immense power of a hair grab; I could only let her do as she pleased. She pressed me onto the birthing chair, securing my hands and feet to the supports, my anus facing the woman in black.

The woman in black walked towards me, her breasts swaying with each step. Only then did I see two large characters imprinted on her white, tender flesh—"Jasmine."

"Jasmine" was her name? And what was even more terrifying was that the characters didn't look tattooed; were they branded on?

Before I could think further, a sudden chill ran through my anus. Jasmine was using a large syringe to inject water into it. My master, holding a stun gun, continuously stimulated my nipples. The churning sensation in my intestines was unbearable; even with just one syringe, I felt like I was going to die. Jasmine took out an anal plug and forcefully inserted it into my anus, the egg-sized plug tightly blocking the liquid inside. My mouth was already gagged, so I could only let out soft moans.

Jasmine started sucking my penis again; this time it wasn't just oral sex, it was more like a performance, a performance for her mistress.

She kept playing with every part of my penis, taking out a vibrator to stimulate my glans, and even using an electric shock to play with my scrotum. She then took out a masturbation device to masturbate my penis, but I was only focused on expelling the enema fluid from my body and felt no pleasure.

Until my master got tired of watching, she pulled out the anal plug, and feces gushed out with the liquid, splattering all over the floor. A smell of feces filled the entire room, and Jasmine seemed used to this scene, remaining indifferent. But my master was incredibly excited, and his penis, which had ejaculated before, was erect again in front of me.

Jasmine knelt on the floor, removed her hands from my penis, and began to play with my anus. It was the first time my anus had been penetrated by fingers, pressing against the inner wall of my rectum, teasing my sphincter muscles to make me contract and relax. My anus had adjusted considerably after being stretched, and just as I was slowly enjoying this novel stimulation, Jasmine put a penis sheath on me, tightly gripping the base of my penis and the glans. It felt as if it had been stretched considerably, but my testicles were squeezed into a tiny stainless steel sheath—any smaller and they would have burst.

After putting on the sheath, Jasmine took out a vibrator, applied lubricant, and inserted it into my anus. I cried out in surprise, a muffled sound escaping my throat. I heard a similar whimpering sound from behind; I wondered which sex slave was giving their master deep throat oral sex. Jasmine thrust in and out with the vibrator, fucking me. Being raped by a woman with a dildo as a man was utterly humiliating. Under these circumstances, I ejaculated.

The semen shot out far, sticking to Jasmine's hair. Jasmine was also somewhat stunned. The penis was still tightly bound, not shrinking at all due to ejaculation. The master was also aroused, releasing the sex slave from his crotch and turning to face me.

I didn't know why this was happening, but a tingling sensation ran deep in my rectum, this pleasure hitting my brain directly, it was a different kind of feeling.

Now that feeling came again, the glans, stuck in the solidified white wax, involuntarily wriggled, and the veins bulged. The master turned the vibration to the maximum, a surge of pleasure gushed out, but the semen was stuck in the urethra and couldn't come out, it felt like the inside of the penis was about to explode.

"Nod if you came," the master said provocatively in his deep voice.

I could only nod before my master peeled off the white wax, revealing scalding hot semen scattered across the table. He seemed to enjoy the sight; he pulled out the vibrator and replaced it with his own penis, thrusting it into my anus.

By this time, my anus was already accustomed to the intrusion, and it hurt a little. Even more painful was the pressure on my elbows, which felt like they were about to break. But it still couldn't compare to the pain of my master's first time penetrating my anus. That was an excruciating pain.

My hands and feet were untied, but the penis sheath still bound my manhood. I was thrown onto the bed; the soft mattress gave me the illusion that I was still in my own small apartment.

My master quickly shattered this illusion; he pressed down on my waist, rubbing his enormous penis against my reddened anus. I lay on the bed like a female dog, knowing what awaited me, and Jasmine sat before me. Her eyes seemed to speak to me, no longer the dull, lifeless gaze they once held. They seemed to encourage me, pity me, and feel sorry for me.

My master thrust hard, a sharp pain shooting through me; I felt as if my intestines were about to burst, my anus torn, leaving bloodstains on the sheets like a woman's first time.

My master fucked me even harder, thrusting deep into my anus again and again. Jasmine kissed me, sucking away my saliva, making me suckle her nipple, cradling me in her arms like a mother. My master's lust was finally satisfied, but the pain was far from over.

Without being commanded, Jasmine instinctively plugged my anus, continuously sucking the bloody semen, even swallowing a small amount of excrement.

My first time ended like this. Removing the condom, my penis remained proudly erect, refusing to bow even back in the small dark room. Although my ass ached terribly, making it impossible to sit, I started masturbating, questioning myself—what was this feeling?

My master untied my hands, fucking my anus while making me masturbate my limp penis. My face swayed back and forth against the table, seemingly accustomed to this life, letting him manipulate me. Soon, a gush of semen poured inside me.

I used my fingers to scoop out my master's semen, then released it into my mouth. The master reveled in having others consume his semen, and he did so with unrestrained pleasure. No matter where he ejaculated, he ordered his sex slaves to swallow it without fail.

I still remember the excruciating pain I felt when I refused and was imprisoned in the water dungeon.

It was a torture platform; I lay there with a faucet directly above me. Whenever the faucet was turned on, icy water flooded my face, and all I could hear was the sound of running water. Unlike the "adding official" torture, you had to twist your head back and forth to avoid the water to breathe the meager air. Sometimes I wanted to die, but human instinct wouldn't allow it; even the slightest breath of air would compel my brain to inhale it.

Although my hands and feet were bound to the bed, it wasn't pleasant either. I've seen sex slaves who tried to escape, only to be locked in water dungeons, their hands and feet pricked with needles and scalded with fire, ultimately tortured to death.

I was only imprisoned for a few hours, but it felt like centuries. To avoid further torture, I had no choice but to obediently become my master's sex slave.

My master was relatively kind to me, perhaps because I was the first sex slave with a penis. I could do things other sex slaves couldn't, like fucking them.

The first time I fucked other sex slaves, I was filled with guilt; my master just watched, like watching two dogs having sex in the wild. The sex slave beneath me, trying to please her master, cried out wildly, as if craving his penis—this trick worked. I lay on the ground, the sex slave on top of me. This was the first time I looked at her directly. She was probably in her thirties or forties, her vagina loose and saggy, but she exuded a seductive charm. The master was on top of his sex slave, thrusting relentlessly into her anus. I could even feel his strength in my penis, and suddenly the image of him fucking me flashed through my mind. My anus was aching, yearning for something to be inserted to relieve the itching.

Was I becoming like the sex slave in front of me? Sacrificing my dignity for lust. I couldn't do that, but my anus was so itchy.

Later, I even attended the master's orgies, a gathering of people with similar fetishes and controlling tendencies. They chatted, discussed business, and then fucked their sex slaves together.

My master took me and another sex slave, "Iris," whose name was also branded on her chest. Iris was a head shorter than me, with a cute, childlike face. My master led her like a father leading his daughter, even though she was already twenty-eight.

Iris seemed very excited, clinging to my master in the car and acting coquettishly. That bitch was truly despicable. I was tied up and thrown into the back seat, watching Iris constantly hinting at how much she wanted to be fucked.

Was I jealous?

When we arrived at the club, I was blindfolded and taken out of the car. I don't know how much time passed, but when the blindfold was removed, I was stunned.

The huge dance floor was packed with people. Various SM shows were being performed on stage. The master sat on a soft seat, a woman he didn't recognize was sucking his penis, while Iris was on top of another man in a suit, passionately kissing him.

I noticed we were in VIP seats. This small private room was on the third floor, and unlike the other crowded rooms, this one only had three people: my master, the man in the suit, and a woman.

The woman was dressed in luxurious Rongyong attire, and a female dog was kneeling before her. She was called a female dog because her elbows and knees were bound with cloth, forcing her to walk like a dog, wearing a dog chain, and a tail was inserted into her anus. I didn't want to become like that.

The woman on top of the master was her other female dog, this lewd bitch making loud sucking sounds while vigorously rubbing her fat vulva, constantly smearing her vaginal fluids on my face.

The master seemed quite interested in me; despite being a woman, she had a large penis.

"What a thick penis," the master said seductively.

The master didn't answer her, but simply waved her hand, signaling the female dog beneath her to move aside.

With a sharp "crack," a leather whip lashed across my buttocks. The bitch trembled in pain, shaking as she pulled away from her master's penis and hid behind the female lead.

"Look at his little penis," the female lead said, as if mocking a young boy's underdeveloped penis.

I looked down and saw that my own penis was indeed erect.

The man in the suit, ignoring the performance on stage, turned to me and asked, "What's your name?" I hadn't said my name in a long time, and for a moment I couldn't speak. Iris spoke first, saying, "His name is Muhe. What a beautiful name, even whiter than a lotus flower."

I then realized that was my name. I glanced at the human-shaped bitch, who was now standing in front of me, wagging her tail and sticking out her buttocks. The woman laughed and said, "Why don't you let my beloved dog perform for everyone? Those inferior dogs down there can't compare to ours." The owner didn't speak, seemingly tacitly approving. I don't know where I got the courage, but as if to grab everyone's attention, I grabbed the female dog's petite waist and thrust myself hard into her cunt.

This female dog not only dressed as a female dog, but even her barks were like a dog's. This amused the man in the suit, who laughed heartily. I then realized that only Iris was beside him. Did he not have any sex slaves?

Just as I was thinking this, the man in the suit walked towards me, pulled out his penis, and brought it close to my face. I opened my mouth willingly, greedily inhaling the taste of his penis.

The man in the suit showered me with praise, while the bitch beneath him barked even more enthusiastically. I noticed my master's penis was also hard, and the woman, naturally unrestrained, pressed down on another wanton bitch, making her lick her vulva.

The entire hall echoed with lewd moans. A moment later, the man in the suit ejaculated into my mouth. When his limp penis moved away from me, I realized the woman was already wearing a dildo and walking towards me, while the bitch was shamelessly giving her master a blowjob.

It seemed my anus was about to suffer again. But the little bitch in front of me was trembling with fear. I didn't know why she was so afraid of the woman, but I realized how powerful it was when the woman's dildo was inserted into my anus.

This was a modified penis, seemingly made of artificial skin, except for one thing—it had ball bearings. The steel balls rubbed against the inner wall of my rectum; it was more like a torture device. No wonder the bitch in front of me was so terrified. My anus was stretched open, and a sharp pain assaulted my brain. In a blur, I felt my master pull out that terrifying torture device. Then…

I collapsed weakly onto the table. At that moment, Jasmine came in, helped me up, and tore off the tape sticking to my penis. She was like my sister, but now I had to fuck her.

Ever since returning from that party, my master had particularly enjoyed watching my penis enter and exit his sex slave. I was fucking Jasmine, and Jasmine was sucking my master's penis, swaying to my rhythm.

Jasmine's vagina was wet and tight, but I felt no pleasure. I slowly realized that only my anus would get erect when stimulated. Was I destined to be fucked?

My master's penis hardened again. He grabbed Jasmine's shoulders, sandwiching me between them, and thrust his erect penis into her anus. The three of us moved up and down, creating a strange scene. My

master's penis went deep inside, and my penis was tightly gripped by the folds of flesh. I began to enjoy this feeling, this shame of being humiliated and penetrated. My master's penis went back and forth dozens of times, each time with great ups and downs. I actually had multiple orgasms like a woman, and his penis ejaculated thick semen, which mixed with Jasmine's vaginal fluids and swished inside her vagina.

Multiple orgasms left me utterly weak until I lost consciousness. The last thing I remember was how incredibly pleasurable my master's penis felt inside me.

When I awoke, my master stood before me, holding a red-hot branding iron. I knew what that meant. I had become my master's true sex slave. When the words "Mu He" were branded onto my flat breasts, I knew I could never leave this place again.

[The End]

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