imprisonment

(I)

In the dim light, a huge penis was glued tightly to the table, with 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 barely alleviate the twisting of my elbows.

The person standing before me was my master, whose name I didn't know. 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 lowly slaves from looking directly at his upper body. Even a stolen glance would be punished. I was subjected to waterboarding and solitary confinement.

It was inhuman torture; my first experience with waterboarding was also the first time I met my master.

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

Many girls were jealous of my skin, saying I was born into the wrong family. Feeling 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 hadn't intended to go. But then I thought of the mermaid... The allure of a V-shaped waist prompted me to put on my running shoes. I hadn't run far when I suddenly noticed someone standing under a nearby streetlamp, wearing a long trench coat, their face obscured.

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

The person in black seemed to notice me, turning and walking towards me. When I came to my senses and looked closer, I realized it was a woman—a large, naked woman in 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 I was wrong.

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

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

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

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

(II)

At that time, the master asked me the same question. I found myself completely naked, tightly bound to a park bench, my legs raised above my head, my ankles strapped to a lamppost behind me, exposing my entire buttocks.

The woman in black was sucking my penis when I came to my senses; I felt as if I had been electrocuted, my back still tingling.

Then I heard a deep voice behind me: "Are you going to cum?" I was indeed going to cum; I wanted to scream for help, but my mouth was completely gagged. Looking around, all I could see was black clothing and darkness; the woman who had attacked me... My men stood behind me, seemingly enjoying the scene.

The woman in black licked my penis while playing with my anus, occasionally kissing the tender flesh beside it. If I weren't bound, the feeling would be heaven-sent. The man behind me was equally aroused, pulling out his penis and thrusting it at me. I couldn't see it, but I could feel the wicked, stinking penis right next to my ear.

He took the object out of my mouth, and I realized it was my underwear; a wave of nausea washed over me. Before I could even open my mouth to make a sound, he turned my head and expertly put a gag on me. I had to keep my mouth open, unable to even swallow my saliva. I knew what was about to happen; that foul-smelling penis was shoved into my mouth, long and thick. The glans pressed against the back of 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 quite unclear; I only remembered the feeling of that foul-smelling semen shooting onto 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 being subjected to the water dungeon. I became much more docile, learning to actively please my master to avoid further punishment. By then, I had been tortured in various ways and finally gave in. I performed oral sex on my master's penis; it 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 after 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." A stream of foul-smelling urine gushed down my throat, the remaining urine spilling onto my face and dripping onto the cold floor. Beside me lay the semen of my master, which I had just vomited up. My master, with a triumphant air, shoved the leftover food onto the floor and turned to leave.

Tears welled in my eyes as I ate the food mixed with semen and urine. It was truly awful, but I later learned the immense price I had to pay for it.

However, my master wasn't satisfied with his sex slaves' subservience; he preferred helpless resistance, as exemplified by the woman in black.

The woman in black was considered the master's... One of the most favored among the many sex slaves, she was beautiful, had a lovely voice, and especially her vagina was considered the best in the world. The first penetration felt like entering a vast ocean, with overflowing vaginal fluids. But the deeper you went, the tighter and tighter it became. By the time you realized it, the entrance was already gripping your penis, and after a few thrusts, you had to surrender.

This wasn't something my master told me; it was something I experienced firsthand.

I had just taken my master's penis a few times, and each time after he ejaculated, he would lock me in a small room and leave me alone. But this time was different. After he ejaculated all over my face, he made me wipe it off and eat it, which I did.

Clearly, my master... Satisfied, they 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.

After passing countless rooms, we finally entered through a door. I immediately recognized the woman on the bed—the woman in black from that night. I hated her, but couldn't explain why; I simply blamed her for my current predicament. After all, I dared not disobey my master anymore, so I could only vent my anger on her.

Her life seemed a little better. There was some furniture and some decoration. Unlike my cell, her life was difficult. From her cold eyes, I could see that she had completely lost hope and light in her life.

The master grabbed the long hair that had been implanted in me. For the first time, I felt how powerful a hair grab could be. I could only let the master do as she pleased. The master pressed me down on the birthing chair, fixing my hands and feet to the support, my anus facing the woman in black.

The woman in black walked towards me, her breasts swaying with her steps. Only then did I see clearly two large characters printed on her white, tender breasts—"Jasmine".

"Jasmine" is her name? And what's even more terrifying is that the lettering doesn't look tattooed; was it branded on?

Before I could think further, a sudden chill ran through my anus. I saw Jasmine holding a large syringe, pouring water into my anus. My master was using a stun gun to continuously stimulate my nipples. The churning sensation in my intestines was unbearable; even just one syringe 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 muffled groans.

Jasmine started sucking my penis again, this time not just oral sex, but more like a performance, a performance for her master. She kept playing with every part of my penis, taking out a vibrator to stimulate the glans, even using an electric shock to play with my scrotum. She also took out a masturbation sleeve to masturbate my penis, but I was only focused on expelling the enema fluid from my body and felt no pleasure.

Until her master got tired of watching, he 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, unmoved. But her master was incredibly excited, his penis, which had ejaculated before, was erect again in front of me.

Jasmine knelt on the ground, took her hands off my penis, and began to play with my anus. It was the first time my anus had been penetrated by fingers, pressing on the inner wall of my rectum, teasing my sphincter muscles to make me contract and relax. My anus had adjusted considerably after being dilated, 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 crammed into a tiny stainless steel sleeve; 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 coming from my throat. I heard a similar whimpering sound behind me; 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. In this state, I ejaculated.

The semen shot out far, sticking to Jasmine's hair. Jasmine was also somewhat stunned; my penis was still tightly bound, not shrinking at all after ejaculation. The master, now aroused, released the sex slave from his crotch and turned towards me.

I don't know why this happened, but a tingling sensation deep in my rectum hit my brain, a different kind of feeling.

(III)

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

"Nod if you cum." The master teased in his deep voice.

I could only nod, and then the master peeled off the white wax, and the hot semen covered the table. The master seemed to like this scene. He pulled out the vibrator and replaced it with his own penis, which he inserted into my anus.

At this time, my anus was already used to the entry of foreign objects, and it hurt a little. What hurt even more was my elbow, which was pressed so hard it felt like it was going to break. But it still couldn't compare to the pain of the first time the master fucked my anus. That was a heart-wrenching pain. My hands and feet

were untied, but the penis sheath still bound my manhood. I was thrown onto the bed, the soft mattress giving me the illusion that I was still in my own little apartment.

My master quickly shattered this illusion, pressing down on my waist and rubbing his enormous penis against my reddened anus. I lay on the bed like a female dog, knowing what awaited me, while Jasmine sat before me. Her eyes seemed to speak to me, no longer the dull, lifeless gaze of before. They seemed to encourage me, pity me, and despise 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 even harder, thrusting deep into my anus again and again. Jasmine kissed me, sucking up my saliva, making me suck on her nipple, holding 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 small amounts of excrement.

My first time ended like this. Even after removing the condom, my penis remained proudly erect, refusing to bow its head even back in the 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 used to this life, letting him manipulate and play with me. Soon, a torrent of semen poured inside me.

I used my fingers to scoop out my master's semen and then put it in my mouth. My master loved having his semen eaten, and he never tired of it, ordering his sex slaves to eat every last drop, no matter where he ejaculated.

I still remember the time I didn't do this and was locked in the water dungeon, suffering unbearable pain.

It was a torture platform. I lay there, with a water tap right above me. The moment it was turned on, icy water flooded my face, and all I could hear was the sound of the water. Unlike the "sticking official" torture, you had to twist your head back and forth to avoid the water to breathe the few breaths you could get. Sometimes I wanted to die, but human instinct wouldn't let me. Even the slightest breath of air would compel my brain to inhale.

My hands and feet were bound to the bed, but it wasn't easy. I'd seen sex slaves who tried to escape, only to be locked in a water dungeon, their hands and feet pierced with needles and burned, 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 having sex with them.

The first time I had sex with other sex slaves, I was filled with guilt. My master watched, like watching two dogs having sex in the wild. The sex slave beneath me screamed wildly to please her master. It was like she was craving his penis, and it worked. I lay on the ground with the sex slave on top of me. This was the first time I looked at her properly. She was probably in her thirties or forties, her vagina loose, but she had a seductive charm. The master was on top of the sex slave, thrusting into her anus with all his might. I could even feel the master's strength in my penis, and suddenly I imagined the scene of the master's penis fucking me. My anus was a little irritated, hoping something would be inserted to relieve the itch.

Was I going to become like the sex slave in front of me? Giving up my dignity for lust. I couldn't do that, but my anus was so itchy.

(IV)

Later, I also attended the master's lewd party, where people with the same quirks and controlling tendencies as the master gathered. They chatted together, discussed business together, and then fucked the sex slaves together.

The master brought me and another sex slave, "Iris," whose name was also branded on her chest. Iris was a head shorter than me, with a childlike face. My master held her hand like a father holding his daughter's, even though she was twenty-eight.

Iris seemed very excited, clinging to my master in the car and acting coquettishly. That bitch was really shameless. 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, and various SM shows were being performed on the stage. My master sat on a soft seat, and a woman I 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 a VIP box. 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 clothes, and a female dog was kneeling before her. She was called a bitch because her elbows and knees were wrapped in cloth, forcing her to walk like a dog, wearing a leash, and having a tail inserted into her anus. I don't want to become like that.

The one on top of my master was her other bitch, this slutty bitch making loud sucking noises while vigorously rubbing her fat vulva, constantly smearing her vaginal fluids on my face.

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

"What a thick cock," the female protagonist said seductively.

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

With a "smack," a leather whip lashed across my buttocks. The female dog trembled in pain, shaking as she moved away from the master's cock and hid behind the female protagonist.

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

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

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

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

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

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

The man in the suit praised me endlessly, and the bitch beneath him barked even more enthusiastically. I glimpsed that his master's penis had also become hard. The female master naturally let loose, pressing down on another lewd bitch and licking her vulva.

The entire hall echoed with lewd moans. After a while, the man in the suit ejaculated into my mouth. When his limp penis moved away from me, I realized that the female master had put on a dildo and was walking towards me, while the bitch from before was shamelessly giving her master a blowjob.

It seems my anus is about to suffer again. But the little bitch in front of me is trembling with fear. I don't know why she's so afraid of the female lead. I only realized how powerful it was when the female lead's dildo was inserted into my anus

. It's a modified dildo, made like virtual skin, except for one thing—the addition of ball bearings. The steel balls rub against the inner wall of my rectum. It's more like a torture device. No wonder the bitch in front of me is so scared. My anus is stretched open, and a sharp pain hits my brain. In a blur, I feel my master pull out that terrifying torture device. Then...

(V)

I slumped weakly on the table. At this moment, Jasmine came in, helped me up, and tore off the tape sticking to my penis. She's like my sister, but now I have to fuck her.

Ever since the master came back from that party, he especially likes to watch my penis go in and out of his sex slave. I'm fucking Jasmine, and Jasmine is sucking my master's penis, swaying with my rhythm.

Jasmine's vagina is wet and tight, but I feel no pleasure. I've slowly realized that my penis only gets erect when my anus is stimulated. Am I destined to be fucked?

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

My master's penis reached deep inside, my penis gripped tightly by the folds of flesh. I began to enjoy this feeling, this shame of being humiliated and penetrated. My master's penis thrust back and forth dozens of times, each time with great force. I actually experienced repeated orgasms like a woman, and his penis ejaculated thick semen, mixing with Jasmine's vaginal fluids.

Multiple orgasms left me weak and exhausted until I fainted. The last thing I remember is how good my master's penis felt inside me.

When I woke up, my master was standing in front of 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.

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