Canned sex slaves

In a room resembling a conference room, four people seemed to be having a meeting.
"Hmm...no signs of sexually transmitted diseases, very good. And she's still a virgin!" "Let's begin cleaning her internal organs!" "
In today's development meeting, we will decide on the materials for the next product. Please take a look at this photo." A deep, cold voice, seemingly devoid of any emotion, came from the head of this meeting. Following his words, the others in the room quickly picked up the photograph on the table and examined it closely.
"What do you all think?" the host asked.
"It seems it's not fully mature yet, which is perfect for use as raw material!" "The raw material's appearance is at least A-grade, the kind that naturally attracts customers. Its color and shape are also quite good; the external quality is beyond reproach. I wonder what about its internal qualities?" "Let me see the raw material's origin and background… Hmm, it comes from a prestigious family and its cultivation environment is also very high. This type is sure to please customers!" "…It seems everyone is quite satisfied. Then, let's decide to use this raw material!" the host said.
"Agreed!"
"Then, let the team in charge of purchasing go and prepare the olive oil for my sister!" With the approval of the crowd, the opening meeting concluded successfully.
Step one: Raw materials entering the factory (A strange factory; what exactly is being produced here?) Every time I pass this factory, isolated in a corner of an abandoned area, a question arises in my mind.
This area is my daily route home, surrounded by junkyards and many seemingly abandoned buildings, but this factory, with a sign outside reading "Saint Peach Canned Goods Factory," seems to have people coming and going.
I am a student studying aviation services in this city. Having just turned 17, after completing three years of courses, I can join an airline as a full-fledged flight attendant.
My parents are both successful business people, but I have always lacked interest in business, instead yearning to become a good flight attendant since childhood. That's because I traveled extensively as a child, and during my travels, I met an exceptionally kind and caring flight attendant who left a deep impression on my young mind.
(I also want to be a good flight attendant) A gentle breeze blew, and I brushed the bangs from my forehead. I have straight, shiny black hair that reaches about my waist, beneath which is a beautiful face. My eyes are bright and clear, my nose is straight, my lips are thin and have a cherry blossom-like color, and my fair cheeks naturally have a slight blush, making people unconsciously want to kiss me.
Perhaps it's because of my selfless and loving nature, coupled with my quiet and pure nature, that my pretty face looks exceptionally gentle and lovely, the kind that anyone would like at first sight. I also have a very slender figure and a pair of jade-like, long legs. And in the summer, I like to wear a bellyband, which accentuates my charming figure and makes me even more radiant.
After passing the factory, there is a quiet alley ahead. At this moment, I suddenly noticed that in the middle of the road ahead, a person was squatting on the ground, pressing their stomach, looking very painful.
"What's wrong?" I quickly walked over.
"Oh, it hurts..." a man's voice trembled as he said.
"Where does it hurt?" I quickly knelt down and asked the man.
"...?"
Just as I was confused, suddenly an enemy hand reached out from behind me, the left hand binding my body and arms, while the right hand, holding a white slap, swiftly covered my mouth and nose! Caught off guard, I widened my eyes in horror and gasped for breath. My consciousness rapidly blurred, "!!... Ohhh!..." A pungent smell rushed into my nostrils, the strong drug successfully infiltrating my body, and I immediately felt a sense of foreboding. However, the drug took effect much faster than I expected. The dark figure in front of me and everything in front of me began to float like ripples on water, the lewd laughter in my ears seemed to gradually fade away and disappear, and I suddenly felt completely powerless. After a dizzying sensation, I slowly collapsed... The poor little bird in the air fell to the ground with a "thud," unconscious.
"Hehe, so easy... Such innocent girls are so easy to fool!..." He put me into a burlap sack, then the man lifted me up and carried me away like a cargo.
[Step Two: Peeling off the outer skin...Where am I...?] I gradually regained consciousness, only to find myself in a space consisting of gray walls and a courtyard.
"My limbs...what's wrong?" Just as I was about to stand up, I was shocked to find that I couldn't move my limbs. A rope had been wrapped around my chest twice, then my hands were tightly bound behind my back, and my ankles under my long skirt were also bound together! My long, flowing hair cascaded down my shoulders. "Are you awake?" Raw material number 171, such a rare gem, the processed product will definitely be top-grade. I looked around and saw three men standing not far ahead. The man in the center looked middle-aged, dressed in a neat suit, his face cold and expressionless. On his left and right were two young men in white robes, who looked like doctors or chemists about to conduct some kind of experiment.
"Why have you arrested me? This is illegal! If you're smart, let me go!" I shouted angrily.
The middle-aged man in the suit stepped forward and said slowly, "I am Dr. Deng, the product development director of Saint Peach Canned Goods Factory. The reason I've tied you up is to facilitate our product development and processing." "Where am I in that strange factory? And... what product are you referring to..." I asked, confused. A
pleasurable groan escaped my lips.
"Too many questions... Anyway, you'll find out what's going on soon enough. Let's get down to business and begin the delivery process!" "Yes, Dr. Deng!"
Two young men in white robes strode forward and approached me, who was dressed in a white sailor's uniform and a navy blue long skirt, her limbs bound and forced to writhe on the ground.
"What do you want?... Waaaaah, no!"
Each of the young men held a pair of scissors and viciously slashed open my coat and long skirt!
"Ouch!!"
"Don't move! Otherwise, you'll damage the inner skin!"
The staff member slowly pressed down the syringe plunger, and the medicine inside began to gradually enter my breasts, which had never been touched by a man before.
The scissors cut through the fabric, making a chilling "shh" sound; I could only watch helplessly as my clothes were cut into strips and then torn into pieces. Gradually, as the pieces of fabric scattered, a fair, delicate, and smooth young girl's body was completely exposed to the world!
"No! It's disgusting!" After my coat, the two of them didn't even spare my undergarments, cutting them into shreds as well.
"You won't need these things anymore! Hehehe..." The young man swept away the pieces of the undergarments, revealing a pair of well-developed, bowl-shaped, alluring breasts, and a girl's most private inverted triangle area covered by black pubic hair.
"After peeling off the outer skin, wash the inner skin!"
Following Dr. Deng's instructions, another young man pulled out a long hose.
I was gradually carried to a group of staff members, my heart pounding, completely unsure of what they would do to me next.
Then, he turned on the tap, and a jet of water gushed out, washing away the last remaining fabric from my naked body, leaving me drenched like a drowned rat. By the time I was forcibly stripped naked, the effects of the drug and my struggles had left me utterly exhausted.
(Oh dear!!! What... what is going on?!) The shock of having my beautiful, graceful figure, which I was always so proud of, displayed to others for the first time, coupled with the abnormal and illogical words and actions of those men, made me wonder if I was dreaming—having an absurd and terrifying nightmare.
Step Three: On the Assembly Line Finally, I was stripped naked, washed clean, and lay on the gray concrete floor, white as a worm, awaiting my next fate.
I was dragged into a room and thrown onto the floor, lying face down, unable to move, thinking about what was about to happen, letting out a hoarse, hopeless cry.
"Okay, connect her to the conveyor belt, and then continue with the next step!" (Conveyor belt...) I was wondering when I suddenly heard a mechanical sound from above. I strained to lift my head and saw the "conveyor belt"!
To prevent abnormal air pressure inside the can after sealing, there was a pressure regulator inside the can to maintain normal air pressure.
About two meters above my head, a track-like device stretched across the air, with hooks covering the track. Now, those hooks were slowly moving forward on their own.
"Number 171, you go up!"
I saw a young man calling out his "number." I secretly thought that from this moment on, I seemed to have lost my human name. And what did he mean by "go up"?
The young man held a strangely shaped "skeleton" made of thick iron bars. At the top of the skeleton was a hook, below which was a ring-shaped section, and below that, two iron bars, one on the left and one on the right.
"Oh, what are you doing?"
The white-robed youth slipped the upper ring of the skeleton over my head. Below the ring was a screw that could be adjusted to a larger size; the youth tightened it until the diameter of the ring perfectly gripped my entire head. The two downward-extending iron bars also had two rings in the center and at the very end. He then untied the rope binding me, and then slipped my arms and thighs into the rings and tightened the screws. The assembly of the skeleton was now complete. Because the two iron bars on the left and right sides of the skeleton were shorter and extended slightly forward, my limbs had to bend forward slightly, making my posture look comically like a frog. All my strength manifested as a slight lift of my hips and a gentle bounce of my breasts, while my forceful cries only amplified the rise and fall of my chest. Helplessly, I stopped calling for help and bit my lip tightly.
"Ah?... "
Then, I suddenly felt myself rising upwards!
It was the person who had just assembled the skeleton who lifted me up and then hooked the top hook of the skeleton onto the hooks of the conveyor belt above!
"Ah, no!... What does this mean?"
Hooked on the conveyor belt, I was like a roasted duck in a roast meat shop, suspended in mid-air and slowly propelled forward by the conveyor belt!
"This conveyor belt will take you to the next processing step."
Step Four: Cleaning the internal organs. A "human-shaped roasted duck" was transported by the conveyor belt to another room next door.
Inside the room, there were even more staff members in white robes than before, numbering more than a dozen, and they were divided into groups to perform different procedures.
"Ouch!...Don't open there!"
One by one, a staff member wearing gloves gently opened my private parts with two fingers! First, they opened the labia majora, and then the more tightly closed labia minora. Instantly, the exceptionally beautiful and tender mons pubis of a 17-year-old girl was completely exposed before my eyes!
My sexual organs, which had never been shown to anyone before, were now fully exposed in front of a group of strange white-robed guests. How could my pure and innocent body withstand such an invasion? I felt a surge of heat throughout my body, and the immense shame made me feel dizzy, as if I was about to faint!
The staff member inserted the entire length of the tea-colored rod into my unopened anus, causing me to cry out in pain.
"No! I'm a person, not some kind of trash! You're all crazy!... Ugh! How terrifying!" My entire body was only hooked onto the conveyor belt by a hook above my head, so any slight struggle sent me tumbling through the air! The terror of being suspended in mid-air made my usually gentle and lovely face turn pale with fright. I dared not make any further movement, closing my eyes and biting my lower lip, praying silently: If this is a nightmare, please wake up quickly!
"Ugh, don't touch me!"
But the person's hand didn't seem to have any intention of violating me; they simply used a straw to suck away some discharge from my vagina.
"W-what are you trying to do!?"
The person poured the liquid from the straw into a separate tube, then added different reagents.
After saying that, another staff member pulled out a long tube from the side.
"Oh!!" The person actually inserted the tip of the tube into my anus!
The humiliation of having my anus invaded was something I never even dreamed of. But something even more terrifying followed!
I felt a cool sensation in my anus, as if some liquid was being poured into it!
"No!... This is too much... I hate it..."
It turned out that the other person had started a device, slowly injecting clean liquid into my body. As if being subjected to a live human experiment, the abnormal and abnormal behavior made me feel like I was about to collapse, and tears rolled down my cheeks like beads.
But, besides the humiliation, as the liquid continued to flow in, my anus... The door and even the rectum? Mechanical stirring, coughing, chewing, soy sauce, lingering, difficult to buy, γ, hairpin, bowing, no, throbbing, like a swan standing on its belly, 9, dispersing, playing, shin, 14, pushing, screen, playing, ridge, change, swaying, hanging, arc,  coal, rose, dagger, martyrdom, υ, blow, decadent, what, , back, judge, small, , obedient, dangling, chewing, soy sauce, lingering, lingering, eye, muffled, , gathering, , yee, hired, fragrant, standing, , guilty, award, old, mortar, look, teach, scrape, moss, dagger, stalk, man, "stem," ?, hanging, silkworm, loop, rapid, scene, 嘒, phoenix, フ, pain, lingering, gu, swan, standing? br The man suddenly gave a strange smile.
The continuously injected liquid had already flowed from the rectum into the large intestine! Looking at my ever-growing belly, the pain and terror blurred my consciousness… Finally, I thought that the life-saving tube had been pulled out of my body.
But then, another funnel-shaped device was attached to my anus.
The staff member next to me turned the barometer, and a powerful suction suddenly surged into my anus, which had just been filled with water!
"Ahhhhh!!…"
The suction, seemingly trying to suck out even my internal organs, made my rear end gush with pleasure; the bottom of the funnel connected to a transparent straw leading to a large pool. In the liquid flowing through the large straw, the originally completely transparent liquid was now tinged with a light brown, with one or two solid particles of waste mixed in and expelled from my body.
"Ah… ga ga ga…"
On one hand, I felt incredibly humiliated, but on the other hand, I strangely felt a kind of pleasure similar to defecating, which made my expression sallow. In this vortex of pleasure and humiliation, my rationality gradually thinned.
(A staff member picked up a stick of different shape, size, and length from the table.
[Step 5: Hair removal] This enema and suctioning action was repeated twice more until only clear water was expelled, to ensure that the internal organs of the goods were completely cleaned without leaving any dirt.
My mind was already in a daze. The actions that were completely beyond the understanding of ordinary people had gradually caused my energy to collapse.
Then, it seemed that someone applied some instruments to my vulva.
(How refreshing... What is that?) I slowly looked down.
I saw that the delta below my navel was covered with a layer of white paste; a staff member in a white robe was approaching my genitals with a razor!
"What do you want to do!"
I instinctively tried to close my legs to avoid it, but I forgot that my legs were bound by that iron frame, and even more so, I was suspended in mid-air. Any struggle only resulted in me tumbling around in the air.
The man swiftly and skillfully shaved my pubic hair clean! Then, he used warm water and a towel to wipe my genitals clean, revealing a completely smooth, hairless girl's genitals without any reservation!
Completely uncovered, the snow-white vulva of this beautiful young woman was so plump, supple, and alluring; I believe any normal man would find it irresistible! However, the staff here were 100% professional and would never perform any actions beyond the prescribed procedures.
"Ahhh..." Seeing the state of my lower body, I couldn't help but let out a humiliating groan.
But the continuous humiliation also stirred a feeling of "heat" deep within me that I had never experienced before.
(Oh...so embarrassing!...But why...this feeling of shame, like my whole body is burning up, is making my heart pound, and my lower body seems to be yearning for...something.) But what exactly I'm yearning for, I can't even say myself, nor dare I think about it.
"What are you going to do!!"
The life support equipment in the jar was now mostly complete. But besides that, to ensure that Lang Lingqing's "fragrant peach" would remain at its juiciest and sweetest when the jar was opened, the "sexual pleasure maintenance equipment" was added to the jar.
A device similar to a shower cap was placed on my head, and an eye mask was put over my eyes.
"What else do you want after you've shaved my pubic hair!?" "Your hair removal treatment will take a little longer." A cold voice rang out; apparently, Dr. Deng had entered the jar at some point.
"What business is it of yours what my body hair is?"
"Of course it matters! How could our fragrant peaches have hair?" "What nonsense are you talking about!...Ah!!...Gulp..."
While cursing, I suddenly realized that I was gradually sinking into the large pool!
Except for the part above my blindfold, my whole body was submerged in the light green, unnamed liquid in the pool. After soaking for about ten minutes, I went to another pool next to it for a "cold river" before slowly rising again.
"Ah!...Holy crap! What was that just now?!"
The blindfold was removed, and at the same time, two staff members were wiping my whole body with a soft cloth. My snow-white skin had become incredibly smooth, indeed as smooth as a piece of white, jade-like fragrant soap, reflecting a dazzling light under the lights... "After the permanent hair removal liquid just now, you will never have to worry about body hair again! Happy?" "!!...You, you guys actually!..."
"And after being soaked in the highest-grade moisturizer, your skin will be as smooth as a child's. Aren't you happy!" Happy? Blissful? Quite the opposite. I felt like I had become a female experimental animal.
They were arbitrarily altering my body for their own pleasure, until it became the form that satisfied them… This complete loss of dignity and personality finally broke my composure, and I let out a mournful cry.
Procedure Six: Sensitivity Survey "The moment has finally come to investigate your sexual abilities!" Under Dr. Deng's command, I arrived at another room filled with all sorts of strange instruments.
"This, this is… No!!" Seeing the various bizarrely shaped instruments on the table, my heart pounded with fear. Those sex toys shaped like male genitalia (although I've never seen a man's genitals, I vaguely know what they look like) made me dizzy and disoriented: were they really going to use such devices to sexually assault me?
I knew that once it entered my body, I would lose all pure sexual pleasure. I cried and begged him, "Please, no, no!" He smiled and looked at me, saying, "No to what? We'll process you into our product right away." I knew my pleas were useless; he would still forcefully insert that device into my body. Suddenly, I felt a hard rod, pressing hard against the entrance of my vagina. I saw a pink, obscenely shaped sex toy slowly being pushed into my vagina from bottom to top. Waves of stinging pain made me suffer unbearably. It was indescribable. I distinctly felt the hard rod forcefully pushing in, brazenly forcing its way into my virgin territory, until it touched my hymen—the mark of my pure virginity! ...My final moment of virginity had arrived. My heart leaped into my throat. I took a deep breath, my heart pounding wildly. If the rod had pushed forward just a little more, I would, I would—. They thrust the rod in forcefully, the powerful force overwhelming my dry, tight vagina. My entire body was jolted upwards. The thick, hard rod irresistibly broke through my hymen and penetrated to the hilt. My vagina was instantly filled. "Ah—!" I screamed, tears streaming down my face—a mixture of pain and sorrow. I knew I had lost my virginity forever. It was so cruel. I never imagined that my pure virginity wouldn't be offered to my beloved man on our wedding night, in the tender warmth of my vagina… my virginity was taken by a vibrator. "Ah…so big…" I trembled, groaning pitifully. My virgin, my still-tender vagina, was suddenly filled with a long rod, thicker than most men's, causing me to frown slightly, a look of pain on my face.
I felt the vibrator inside me begin to move, slowly withdrawing, then strangely stopping, and then slowly pushing back up. How could my fresh vagina accommodate this uninvited guest? My dry vagina was subjected to the thick… The friction of the hard rod caused me unbearable pain.
But soon, after I got used to it, the excruciating pain subsided. And after the piston-like movements began, pleasure began to emerge and replace the pain. The tightness of my vagina and the rhythmic thrusting brought strong impacts to my vaginal walls, waves of tingling pleasure emanating from the juncture of my legs, spreading throughout my body like electricity. That blissful feeling was something I had never experienced before, something I could hardly suppress. I knew this was the pleasure of sex; men and women come together to enjoy it. It's a psychological response, and it won't disappear just because I'm being violated.
The factory's manufacturing process is meticulously designed; it doesn't involve violation from the start, otherwise it would only stimulate women's resistance.
The exposure of my body and the humiliating actions put my energy in a state of intense excitement, causing me to lose my composure and my rationality to become as thin as paper. Especially when I was completely suspended in mid-air, I felt an unprecedented and intense stimulation.
Coupled with the enema, shaving, and other unusual actions, it seemed that these instruments all became a kind of sexual seasoning, causing me to experience a sensual counterattack at this moment, when I was finally officially subjected to the invasive stimulation!
But the other staff members weren't idle either, starting to take notes. "
Vulvar pigmentation deepened! Penis thickness increased by three millimeters!" "Clivia diameter increased by two millimeters! Beginning to show!"
"Vaginal diameter 2.5 centimeters! Temperature rose by 0.5 degrees, reaching 38 degrees Celsius!" "Heartbeat 120 beats per minute. Continue, Doctor?"
Dr. Deng sat behind the table, supporting his head with one hand and adjusting his glasses with the other, saying, "No problem!" Following his words, another staff member picked up a second toy stick from the table: this stick was narrower and longer than the one currently inserted into the vagina, with a tea-green exterior and small, pimple-like protrusions along the middle section, looking even more obscene than the previous pink one.
"Ah!!... It can't be inserted there!"
Feeling that even my anus was being invaded, I immediately screamed, my whole body jolting violently.
"The values dropped... Is the anal sensitivity insufficient?"
"No... let's try a little longer!"
But, just like before, with a round of gentle thrusting, my anus gradually adapted again. The intense pain quickly subsided, replaced by a different kind of arousing sensation.
"The pleasure level is starting to rise, the sensuality of my anus is starting to rise so quickly, it's definitely a good product!" Both the front and back passages easily produce pleasure, which is the best counter-effect for a factory. My cheeks were as red as blood, my head was shaking wildly, and the wet sounds from my lower body continued incessantly.
"The clitoral diameter has increased by another millimeter! The vaginal barometer reading has increased by two percent!" "Heartbeat 130... 135..."
"Irregular spasms began to occur in the vaginal walls! The orgasm has arrived!" "Ahhhhhh!!!..."
I cried out loudly again, arching my back and my eyes rolling back slightly.
Procedure Seven: Breast Adjustment "Ugh—" A groan, seemingly mournful yet strangely pleasurable, escaped from my mouth, which was being gagged.
On a pair of cherry blossom-like nipples, two transparent molecules were attached. The other end of the cover was connected to a rubber tube, the end of which was a circular pump-like device, half the size of a ping-pong ball.
The staff member held the pump in their right palm and slowly pumped it in and out. With each release, the air pressure inside the cover would pull the nipples outward.
"Ahhh!..." That mechanical, inorganic outward pulling force made the nerve-filled nipples feel as if they were being bitten by a thousand insects, both painful and numb, yet strangely indescribably pleasant.
"The peaches are ripening, turning from pink to rose-red!" the staff member announced, describing the nipple reversal.
But this reversal wasn't just a change in color; the entire areola was sucked forward like a coin, and the cute pink nipples were twice their original size, erect and protruding like buds, leaving me both embarrassed and incredulous.
(Oh... how did my breasts change to this shameful state... but it feels so strange, yet so comfortable!) I thought to myself.
"Ah!"
Just as I was lost in this unique pleasure, the staff member suddenly took a spoon and fed some liquid into my open mouth.
"Ah..." I wanted to ask what it was, but with my mouth forced open, I could only drool and make some incomprehensible sounds.
"Ah... Oh!... Is it that deep?... Ahh..." With the rhythmic thrusting of the rod, the slippery mound of flesh gradually became wet, and made lewd watery sounds with the movement of the sex toy. I felt my vulva burning, my eyes seeing stars, my chest heaving violently, and my two breasts bouncing.
"That's estrogen..." the staff member replied, seemingly understanding my question. "Adding this dose of galactagogue will make your breasts even riper and tastier! It will also produce sweet, fragrant milk!
It will make you feel intense itching in your breasts, vulva, and other sensitive areas, accompanied by waves of uncontrollable sexual arousal. It will also cause congestion, erection, and uncontrollable sexual arousal in your nipples and clitoris.
To be honest, I feel incredibly happy right now, and my only desire is for this happiness to last forever.
Then, your breasts will begin to swell rapidly and secrete a large amount of milk. You will feel an even more intense itching in your breasts, and at the same time, the rapid swelling will cause a bursting pain. Our machine will continuously squeeze milk out of your breasts to relieve your pain. However, the more milk you squeeze out of your breasts, the more milk will seep out, and the faster your breasts swell..." The faster it goes, the more your breasts will develop to twice their original size. Milk production will begin every eight hours, then every thirty minutes, with the amount of milk increasing from 100 ml to 500 ml each time. Furthermore, after the injection of this lactation-inducing agent, your body shape will undergo significant changes. Your breasts will grow larger. The abundant milk production will consume excess nutrients in your body, making you increasingly slender. This will help you maintain your perfect figure, and your owner, having obtained such a treasure, will surely cherish you. You must feel happy, right? Looking at the doctor's tube in his hand, my expression changed. But with my body bound by iron, any struggle was futile.
The sharp, narrow tip slowly pierced my breast from slightly above the nipple, a sharp, ant-biting pain causing me to wince and drool, which soaked my entire chest.
"Ugh!..."
Instantly, I felt the inside of both my breasts burning and itching, wanting nothing more than to reach out and vigorously rub them!
After one breast, the other received the same treatment. After the two injections, I had the illusion that my breasts felt half as much again; the burning and itching sensation gradually spread to my entire upper body, making my eyes glaze over, and even my genitals seemed to be affected, dripping with clear, lustful fluid. I suddenly felt a tingling and numb sensation in my inner thighs and the area where we were joined, intense yet unsoothable, waves of pleasure and emptiness almost making me faint, my desire throbbing... A swollen, erect penis was forcefully inserted into Xiaoyourou's vagina. Her breasts were continuously being sucked by a breast pump, and under the pump's suction, a trickle of white milk spurted from her two strawberry-like nipples! The milk overflowed from the edge of her bra, flowing down her abdomen and gathering at her navel.
She could no longer discern what had happened, or where she was. Even her own identity was blurred.
This space was incredibly cramped, making even the slightest movement impossible. But since everything that could sustain her pleasure was here, what did it matter if she couldn't move?
Yes, this flat, cylindrical space is fully equipped. I have been thoroughly cleaned, carefully bathed, and coated with various skincare products, leaving my smooth, clean body with a delicate, feminine fragrance. A collar is tightly fastened around my neck (a metal object the size of a lighter serves as the key to the collar, kept in a special box, inaccessible to anyone but the owner). A golden nameplate on the collar bears the number 71 in Roman numerals. With my long hair flowing down my back, completely naked, I lie on my side in the center of the "jar," my legs bent, surrounded by a collection of equipment.
Sensors are attached to my wrists, displaying an electrocardiogram on a small screen to the side. If my heart rate drops below the heart line, a buzzer will sound a warning.
My mouth and nose were completely covered by a gray molecule, with a gray tube connected to the outside of the cover, leading to an oxygen cylinder on the side. A small amount of anesthetic was added to the oxygen, keeping me in a semi-conscious state for extended periods. This made it easier for me to endure the potentially several-day "canister-like" life. Next to the oxygen cylinder was another cylinder with a thin red tube extending out, reaching my arm and then piercing a blood vessel inside. This tube continuously supplied nutrients into my body, which, together with the oxygen cylinder, became my "life support system."
At the peak of my breasts were two different devices connected simultaneously. One was a transparent cover connected to a suction machine, whose bowl-shaped molecule continuously applied suction, keeping my nipples perpetually erect. The other was a clamp that continuously emitted electric vibrations, constantly stimulating the nerve-rich nipples, thus keeping them at the size of a bean, a pinkish bud like a cherry blossom. It also prevents breast milk from leaking out.
As for my body, tubes were inserted into all three orifices. The tubes inserted into the urethra and anus were directly connected to a urine and feces collection container (which is really nothing special), while the tube deep inside the vagina, reaching all the way to the cervix, was like an electric vibrator, constantly stimulating the vaginal and G-spot sensory cells with vibration and rotation.
I had been injected with a high-purity aphrodisiac, making my whole body steam with heat, sweating profusely, and my vagina no longer dry but lubricated. Under the action of the electric vibrator, I felt waves of tingling pleasure. My whole body was tightly clenched, and my juices gushed out. There was also some kind of drug, which made my warm and secure vagina even more secure. I closed my eyes in a daze, softly moaning "Mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm." I longed for someone to possess me and become my master.
With the aid of this assembly, when the product reaches the customer, the customer will quickly receive a person dripping with nectar, all their genitals in a state of arousal—the entire jarring process is complete.
Finally, the remaining space is filled with dried flowers, then the jar is sealed, and the product's usage period is engraved on the top (this is related to the battery life used to power various components inside the jar, usually three days). All the jars are then loaded onto trucks and ready to be delivered to the pre-ordered customers.

I neither understand nor want to understand this entire jarring process. For me, the current sexual pleasure is everything, my eternity.
(Ah…ah…I never imagined that humans could have such a wonderful feeling…my whole body feels so comfortable…) Once in the customer's hands, my identity will become a sex toy for my new owner to obtain sexual pleasure and release desires, but who cares about that? I'm slowly waiting for my master to truly possess me and enjoy me... As long as this pleasure can continue forever, that will be my greatest happiness.
My vaginal opening and closing, and my first ever orgasm arrived. "Ah—!" I gritted my teeth and let out a cry of sorrow yet strangely pleasurable pleasure. My whole body tensed up, and a gush of vaginal fluid gushed out, soaking a large patch of the gloves of the staff member holding the sex toy.

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