Bloody Abuse 6

The

continuous interrogation of Xiaohui and Wenqing for several hours left Dr. J feeling extremely exhausted. Although torturing the policewomen was thrilling and exciting, three consecutive rounds of severe interrogation had failed to extract any information from the two young girls, leaving Dr. J quite frustrated. He decided to relax and recharge for the night so he could continue dealing with the two policewomen tomorrow.

Dr. J changed into his dinner suit—he was a meticulous person, especially when it came to dining and torturing beautiful young women, two things he was most interested in, and he wouldn't be careless about any detail.

When Dr. J entered his private dining room, it was already set up for him. However, the set-up room only had chairs and no dining table. Dr. J went straight to the chairs prepared for him and sat down. Dr. J liked unusual things, so this dining chair was quite special—a chair made from a young girl's body. A naked girl lay on a stool, her legs forced into a bent position, knees close to her chest. Her wrists were bound together with ropes to her ankles, which were then further bound together with several more ropes. Thus, her two lower legs were raised high, like the back of a chair, and her buttocks faced upwards, like the seat. A rope at the base of her thighs bound her thighs to her body.

When Dr. J sat on the girl's buttocks, she let out a muffled whimper through her gag. The weight of a man pressed down on her extremely bent buttocks, pulling at the stretched muscles and ligaments, causing her excruciating, tearing pain. As Dr. J leaned his back against her calves, the girl had to strain her arms to support the downward force of her back, preventing her calves from collapsing backward. She knew that even the slightest mistake would determine her fate tomorrow.

After Dr. J settled comfortably, he clapped his hands twice. The dining room door opened, and two female slaves with silver bells on their wrists and ankles slowly pushed in a movable dining table. This was no ordinary table. On it lay a naked girl. She lay on her back, her hands bound behind her back. Unlike the usual hemp rope, this time the bindings were made of a stiffer straw rope—Dr. J believed straw rope better suited the atmosphere of the meal. The girl's calves were bent and tightly bound to her thighs, her heels close to her buttocks. Another rope bound her knees, then went under the table to bind the knee of the other leg, forcing the girl's bent legs wide open like a frog's, exposing her private parts completely. The girl's pubic hair was neatly shaved, and suspiciously, something seemed to be stuffed into her vagina, with a thin rope end sticking out—perhaps a tampon? Several other ropes tightly bound her body to the table, rendering her completely immobile.

Various meticulously crafted sashimi and Japanese sushi were displayed on different parts of her body—her breasts, abdomen, mouth, and inner thighs—surrounded by pink ginger slices. Her mouth was open, holding a small bowl containing a prepared soy sauce and wasabi. The girl's fair, smooth skin contrasted beautifully with the brightly colored food, and the delicate body bound with sturdy straw ropes—these aesthetically pleasing contrasts created a breathtakingly erotic scene.

Dr. J had some even more creative ideas. He stood up and walked to the girl. Two thugs who entered the dining room with the table brought two iron clamps with thin ropes attached. Dr. J bent down, clamped one of the clamps onto the girl's lips, and then tightened the rope, tying the other end to the straw rope binding the girl's legs. This left the girl's vulva half-open. Dr. J then repeated the procedure on the other side of the girl's lips, and afterward, the girl's vulva was fully open.

At this moment, an iron frame was erected beside the table, with a water pipe with an adjustable drip tip at the top, the other end of which was connected to a hot water tap in the dining room. The drip tip was positioned above the girl's clitoris, about a meter above it. Dr. J turned on the hot water tap and carefully adjusted the drip tip, a drop of warm water landing on the right side of the girl's clitoris. Dr. J carefully adjusted the position of the drip tip so that the falling water landed precisely in the center of the clitoris. A muffled sound escaped the girl's lips

.

Because her mouth had to be wide open to hold the condiment bowl, she couldn't utter any meaningful words. As the warm water continued to hit her clitoris, she felt her body slowly changing. Although she was in such a humiliating situation, she herself couldn't believe that her body could be aroused to orgasm, but what was happening seemed to be somewhat beyond her control.

Ordinary people can hardly imagine what a small drop of water could do to their bodies, but in reality, the force generated by water dripping continuously from a height should not be underestimated. As the saying goes, water dripping wears away stone, let alone the continuous impact on the extremely sensitive clitoris. The girl felt pain, itching, and heat at her clitoris, and her breathing became faster and faster.

Dr. J leisurely enjoyed his dinner, smiling as he watched the girl writhing and struggling before him.

Finally, Dr. J finished his main course. He shook a bell on the table, and a female slave entered, placing two scoops of ice cream on the girl's nipples, which were bound to the table. The cold ice cream caused her body to tremble slightly when it touched her skin. Dr. J first used a silver ice cream scoop to finish the top part of the ice cream, then brought his mouth directly to the girl's head, licking the ice cream around her head with his tongue, until finally circling the tip of his tongue around her head.

Ah—ha—

Dr. J's tongue movements made the changes in the girl's body more obvious; her struggles and twists grew stronger. Although the girl tried her best to control herself and not show any degrading behavior in front of these beasts, she felt she was increasingly losing control of her body. She felt ashamed and angry, but it was all in vain; her body had already betrayed her will. The girl's head gradually became erect, standing straight on her small breasts, her engorged clitoris bright red with blood. This vicious torture drove her to the brink of madness with pain and humiliation.

Dr. J stood up, turned off the tap, and moved the metal bracket holding the water pipe. He pinched the thin end of the rope left outside the girl's vagina and slowly pulled out what was inside—a string of red dates soaked in the girl's secret juices, strung together with a thin rope—this was a secret recipe; red dates soaked in the girl's juices had extremely strong aphrodisiac effects. Dr. J placed the red dates in a silver dish beside him and then began to undress. The girl had already been tortured to orgasm, and now was the perfect time to enjoy her body.

Dr. J loosened the ropes binding the girl to the table, dragged her to the edge of the table, and removed the iron clamps clamping her lips, but the girl was still tightly bound, a position particularly suitable for enjoying the girl's secret. Dr. J placed his hands on the girl's knees and began to thrust. A series of wild

thrusts

followed by a torrent of intense pleasure, and Dr. J wiped the sweat from his forehead, straightening up from the girl's body with great satisfaction. He donned a silk robe, sat back in the female-shaped armchair, took a cigar from the female-shaped coffee table beside him, trimmed the end, lit it with a small piece of wood, and exhaled a string of smoke rings with satisfaction. The displeasure from the fruitless interrogation of the two policewomen had long since vanished. Then Dr. J began to enjoy his specially prepared red dates.

About half an hour later, Dr. J finished the red dates, and the cigar was almost finished. Whether it was due to the effects of the red dates or the invigorating effect of the cigar, Dr. J felt a renewed urge to release. He shook the call bell on the coffee table again, but with a slightly different rhythm—this was to summon the bodyguards outside the door.

A bodyguard responded and entered. "

Go get me a gag.

" "Yes, Doctor."

A moment later, the bodyguard brought over a so-called gag. It was a short tube made of hard plastic, with a leather strap on each end. Dr. J walked to the girl still lying on the table, inserted the tube into her mouth, and then tightly tied it behind her head with the leather straps. Dr. J dragged the girl to the other end of the table, moving her head over the edge and drooping it backward. Then, Dr. J inserted his now erect penis into the plastic tube. This gag was specially made to fit the size of Dr. J's penis. The plastic was hard enough to ensure safety from being injured by any suddenly crazed female slave, but at the same time, it had a certain elasticity, providing extremely comfortable pressure on the penis when the girl clenched her teeth in pain. Therefore, this kind of penis-based mouth requires some other sadistic method to achieve the best effect.

Dr. J began thrusting again, while simultaneously groping the girl's breasts. One moment he was grabbing the girl's delicate skin and pinching her hard, his nails digging into it; the next he was squeezing her head with his fingers. The immense pain made the girl's face flush red, and she let out a series of whimpering moans. Her mouth was stuffed full of Dr. J's enormous penis. She struggled desperately, her teeth clenched, her tongue flailing wildly inside her mouth, trying to make some sounds to alleviate the torment, but she couldn't—which was exactly the effect Dr. J wanted—the girl's clenched teeth and flailing tongue made his penis feel incredibly pleasurable.

Ah—ah—ah—woo—

woo—woo—

Dr. J's cries of pleasure mingled with the girl's painful whimpers for a long, long time in the dining room…

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