Subway Story—The Humiliation of Line 2 Continues

Chapter 1: Subway Line 2

It was late afternoon, and I was meeting a friend at Zhongshan Park after work. So, I was going to take the Line 2 subway, supposedly the most crowded and busiest line in

Shanghai, also known for having the most perverts (an exaggeration...). I was feeling a little nervous and anxious. I walked from the company to the crowded Nanjing East Road Line 2 subway station, queued to swipe my card, and walked to my usual waiting area. I waited quietly by the last door of the last carriage. It was rush hour, and more and more commuters were pouring into the subway, queuing to board. Suddenly, the man behind me bumped into me. Being introverted, I was so startled I didn't dare look up, clutching my bag tightly, ignoring what was happening behind me.

The subway arrived, the doors opened, and I was pushed into the carriage by the people behind me, squeezed into a corner near the other side of the door. Once I was settled, I glanced around furtively and noticed three men taller than me standing next to me (I am quite tall). A thought flashed through my mind: my outfit today might be a mistake. It was a dark blue dress, a button-down shirt style top and an A-line skirt that only covered my thighs. This length would have shown off my long, straight, and beautiful legs. But most importantly, because it was summer and so hot, I wasn't wearing stockings, and my underwear was a size too big, like a thong. Right now, I felt incredibly insecure in this outfit.

The subway started moving, and the three men next to me seemed to use the momentum to move even closer to me. I could only huddle even tighter against the corner. Soon, the train arrived at the next stop, People's Square Station. Outside the subway car, many people rushed out, and many more squeezed in. The force of this surge forced me to feel three men standing close to me... At that moment, one of the men behind me began to subtly touch my skirt, even grabbing my soft, large buttocks through it. The other two men's hands were also quietly touching the inside of my smooth, white thighs. Damn it, I was wearing four-point heels today; my height made it perfect for these three men. Chapter Two: The

Subway Begins

The three men behind me, swaying with the subway's movement, increased the intensity of their hand movements, occasionally lifting my skirt to expose my entire buttocks to the view of others (especially men). The men seemed unsatisfied with just that touching, and began to reach for my breasts, my C-cup soft breasts, repeatedly kneading and grabbing them through my skirt and bra. Terrified, I quickly pulled my skirt down, trying to stop the man's hand from grabbing my breasts. The shock left me disoriented, caught between a rock and a hard place. I hadn't even noticed my bag being placed at his feet.

Inside the carriage, commuters chatted happily, oblivious to what was happening in the corner. The man behind me, in a favorable position, suddenly reached under my skirt, pulling my underwear into a thong shape. He kept pulling it up, forcing it deep into my labia, while his other hand reached forward, kneading my clitoris. The underwear was uncomfortable, and the man's kneading of my clitoris made me instinctively flinch. Suddenly, one of the men slapped my buttocks hard twice, punishing my stubbornness, disobedience, and rebelliousness. At this moment, I was also starting to feel genuinely excited from the various stimulations, because I realized that my vaginal fluids were slowly soaking through my snow-white panties that had been squeezed in.

The man behind me was gently nibbling on my ear, kissing it, breathing heavily, and saying, "Little slut, just like this, your cunt is already wet, so what about later... won't that make you orgasm in this crowded subway, you bitch, get ready." Hearing this, I trembled all over, grabbed the handrail next to the door, took a deep breath, and tried to calm myself down.

But things didn't go as planned. The three men, as if by unspoken agreement, suddenly increased the intensity and force of their movements, causing my heart, which had finally calmed down, to race again. My attempts to stop them became increasingly frantic and erratic. What would I do if someone saw me like this?! The men, finding my hands increasingly in the way, one of them removed his already loose tie and used it to bind my hands on the armrest. I was so startled I almost screamed, but he quickly covered my mouth and whispered in my ear, "If you don't want anyone to see you enjoying yourself, you'd better keep quiet!" I thought, "What the hell? Enjoy yourself? Go to hell, you bunch of bastards!" Despite my wild side, I was too cowardly to do anything; I was just a coward and could only submit.

Without my hands to stop them, they seemed to become even more frenzied, their fingers starting to do things that made me blush even more. One of their hands began unbuttoning my shirt, watching me intently as he did so, a wicked smile on his face, his lips silently saying, "Slut!" Another pair of hands began to slowly slip inside my underwear, moving towards my vulva. The index finger traced the shape of my cunt, gently caressing my clitoris, then slipping inside and quickly withdrawing, then touching my anus, repeating the same actions over and over.

Chapter Three: The Subway's Frenzy Begins

. At this point, I was preoccupied with my own problems. My shirt was unbuttoned, and the owner of those hands seemed to have noticed my bra had a front clasp, which only fueled his excitement. In the midst of this intense struggle, one of my pink nipples was exposed, further arousing the man. The other nipple was pulled from my bra, and his hands began to play with those drool-worthy nipples, pinching, pulling, and tugging. It hurt a little, but I felt more excited, and I let out soft moans.

But this wasn't enough for the men. One of their hands gently touched and opened the bra clasp. The breasts, like playful little rabbits, jumped into their view, driving them even more wild. One man couldn't resist kneading them vigorously, his head lowering towards one of the breasts. He opened his mouth wide, biting the breast and gently tugging at the nipple. I couldn't resist the stimulation either; a cry of "Ah!" escaped my lips involuntarily. The man next to me, worried I was enjoying it too much, put his index and middle fingers into my mouth, and I passionately sucked and licked them. At that moment, I was completely out of control.

If anyone in the carriage had noticed what was happening in the corner, they would have seen this scene. A woman, aroused, has a man's fingers swirling in her mouth, her eyes closed in ecstasy; her breasts are being kissed by the man's soft tongue, bitten by his sharp teeth, or kneaded into various shapes by his strong hands, experiencing both pain and pleasure; her hands are bound to the armrests with a tie, unable to move; her skirt has been lifted to her waist, revealing her large buttocks, her white thong placed to one side, a man's hand constantly stimulating her genitals, causing her to sway from side to side in ecstasy; her legs are forced open, as the man's legs on both sides are squeezed between her thighs.

The woman's entire body is one color, red, and very red. Her face is red from shyness; her neck is red from the man's kisses; her breasts are red from the man's grasping or biting; her buttocks are red from the man's slapping; her thighs are red from the man's grasping during moments of excitement. Such a scene would make any man's breath quicken, his fists clench, and a certain part of his lower body aroused; any woman would unconsciously lower her head, blush, and even fantasize, "Why am I not this woman? Seeing her happy appearance makes me feel depressed and irritable."

Chapter Four: The First Climax on the Subway

Just then, the fingers inserted into my pussy suddenly became wilder, their frequency increasing; the hand gripping my buttocks tightened even more, as if trying to tear a piece of flesh off; the man kissing my breasts began to bite hard with his teeth, constantly pulling; the other hands inside my mouth continued to rummage through my mouth, then pulled out, the overflowing saliva stretching longer and longer. Stimulated by this long strand of saliva, the man grabbed my hair and pulled it back, his mouth and tongue rushing in, kissing me domineeringly, teasing my tongue with his tongue, sucking hard on every corner of my mouth, pulling it out and licking it as if it were the most delicious food in the world.

The water in my pussy was also stimulated to increase, flowing like a babbling brook. The man sensed that I was about to climax, but at that very moment, all his fingers suddenly stopped, motionless. This left me, on the verge of climax, bewildered and helpless. All I could do was wriggle my hips, relentlessly seeking friction. My eyes seemed to be pleading with the men, "Give it to me, give it to me, please." The men, however, looked at me with wicked eyes, as if deep in thought. About a minute later, the men made their move. The man behind me wrapped his arms around me, roughly squeezing my large breasts; the man to my side grabbed my hair with one hand, kissing me fiercely and possessively, while the other hand caressed my inner thighs, sometimes gently, sometimes gently; the man on the other side used the strength of his thighs to spread my legs as wide as possible, one hand supporting my waist and buttocks, the other reaching into my vagina, touching my G-spot, relentlessly and intensely pounding it, increasing the speed of his finger thrusts.

At that moment, an announcement came from inside the carriage: "Jing'an Temple Station. Please exit through the left door after the platform screen doors are fully open. Please be careful when the doors open and watch your step." This announcement jolted me awake, bringing me back to my senses, and filling me with fear. But the man beside me seemed not to hear me, continuing his previous actions, especially the man who had been touching my G-spot, who increased the intensity and frequency, seemingly angry at my earlier distraction, almost as if he was getting aggressive, which made me even more afraid and excited. Soon, I entered the state of arousal; after about a few dozen seconds, I knew I was about to climax. Quickly, I trembled a few times, and a gush of vaginal fluid spurted out, lasting for more than ten seconds, spraying onto the man's arm and the side door of the carriage. At our feet, there were round, dotted marks of my fluid, making me even more ashamed.

At that moment, the subway arrived at the station, the opposite door opened, and people came and went. I was still trembling, still savoring my orgasm. The men had all left me, each packing up, except for one man who remained motionless. The man took his wet fingers, which he had just pulled from my vagina, and shoved them directly into my mouth. Still in a state of excitement from my previous orgasm, I naturally sucked on his fingers, sucking on the juices from my own vagina, sucking on the taste of my own slutty nature.

Chapter Five: The Subway's Dark Clouds

The subway started moving again. "Welcome aboard Metro Line 2. This train's final stop is Xujing East. Please give up your seat to passengers who need assistance. Next stop: Jiangsu Road Station."

The carriage was slightly less crowded. I still had two of the man's fingers in my mouth, my eyes were teary, and I seemed lost, but my mind was gradually clearing, and I began to struggle. I thought that now that things had come to this, they would let me go. After all, they had done what they should have done, and they wouldn't do anything else they shouldn't.

Then, at that moment, the man who had put his finger in my mouth made a movement. He slowly pulled his finger out, but because I had so much saliva, which had overflowed from the corners of my mouth, a lot of long, thin, white strands of saliva came out with his finger, which excited the other two men again. Immediately afterwards, one of the men kissed my mouth fiercely, licking, biting, and sucking, making "tsk tsk" sounds that made me blush.

Unexpectedly, the man who had put his finger in my mouth actually squatted down in front of me, in front of my hands which were tied to the handrails. I felt that something bad was about to happen. The man ripped off my underwear, white underwear soaked with my semen, and handed it to another idle man. As if they were on the same wavelength, the man who received my underwear put it directly into my mouth. At this point, I was completely unable to make a sound, unable to express my anger, my shame, or my various feelings of excitement. I could only express myself with my eyes.

The man who squatted down grabbed my big, round buttocks tightly with both hands, twisting and squeezing them forcefully to express his excitement. Then, one of his hands slowly pried open my vulva, smoothing out the pubic hair that was covered in my juices, revealing my vulva completely to him. His eyes widened with excitement, and suddenly, he pressed his mouth against my vulva. This fierce contact made me tremble, at a loss, while the other men began to busy themselves, either pulling at my already hard, aroused nipples or whispering wickedly in my ear, "Slut, we're going to make you orgasm again, are you happy?" The man beneath my vulva was so excited that he was completely oblivious to everything else. He used his soft, large tongue to circle around my clitoris, refusing to give me any satisfaction. Then, his small tongue slid down to my labia minora, sucking and licking hard, drawing out my overflowing juices, making "glug, glug" sounds in his throat. This made the man licking my ear exclaim, "You slut, you bitch, you actually managed to get my friend so excited. It seems your lust still has untapped potential. We'll keep working on it, hehe..."

Chapter Six: The Darkness of the Subway

The man's skillful tongue licked from my clitoris to the area around my labia majora and minora, constantly stimulating me within that small area, causing my cunt to flow with constant lustful fluid. At this moment, the man perhaps felt that the time had come. Suddenly, his teeth bit down on my clitoris, pulling it back and forth and side to side. This action greatly stimulated me, my whole body trembling continuously, and my buttocks moved back, trying to escape the man's wickedness. The man also saw what I was going to do, and instead grabbed my big buttocks with both hands, grabbing them hard and bringing them to his mouth, offering up my incredibly lustful cunt.

The man, thoroughly enjoying his biting, then used his tongue to soothe my slightly injured, extremely swollen clitoris, licking it incessantly, again and again, making me want to let out a blissful sigh. The man was clearly a master at clitoral manipulation, inflicting pain one moment and pleasure the next, placing me in a cycle of agony and ecstasy, constantly torturing me. The man seemed unsatisfied with my current state; his tongue launched a fierce attack. His tongue slipped into my soft, wet vagina, mimicking a large penis, thrusting in and out, repeatedly pumping and sucking forcefully. His right hand joined the fray, relentlessly rubbing my already swollen clitoris, stimulating my vagina to produce even more lustful fluid, wanting everyone to know just how wanton I was.

About an hour passed—or so I thought—but actually only a little over two minutes had gone by. Suddenly, an announcement came from the carriage: "Dear passengers, this is an emergency stop..." I couldn't hear what was coming next because the three men in front of me weren't giving me a chance to listen carefully to the announcement. The two men above me intensified their hand and tongue movements. The man below seemed even more excited, as his hands had already left many red marks on my buttocks. I, too, began to sway back and forth and side to side in excitement. At that moment, the man's tongue suddenly withdrew from my vagina and kissed the entrance of my vagina fiercely, as if he knew what was about to happen. And indeed, something was about to happen. The man's right hand vigorously and rapidly rubbed my clitoris, while his tongue continuously stimulated my vagina. Then, at that very moment, my vagina stirred, and in an instant, I had another orgasm, another squirt.

The lustful fluids flowing from my wanton cunt gushed out incessantly, flowing into the open mouth of the man who had been waiting for so long. The man swallowed with intense excitement, as if he couldn't get enough, even extending his tongue into my cunt to extract more fluids. About an hour later, the man, satisfied, pulled his head out of my cunt, stood in front of my flushed face, grabbed my hair, and leaned back, aiming for my pitifully swollen and red mouth, kissing me fiercely. He transferred the fluids he had extracted from my cunt into my mouth, and then we kissed each other passionately, licking each other's tongues. I, on the other hand, wished I could suck every last drop of my slightly pungent lustful fluids from the man's mouth into my mouth, my esophagus, and my stomach.

Chapter Seven: A Stormy Night in the Subway

The two men standing next to me were now truly agitated. I saw the glint in their eyes; they seemed to want to devour me. Originally, the four of us had some room to move around, but these three men pushed me into a corner, forming a truly enclosed space. While

I was still in a daze, one of the men grabbed my head and forced it down, so hard that I had to kneel. With a thud, my knees hit the ground. "Ouch!" (I thought to myself, why so hard? It hurts so much!). But the man didn't care at all. He grabbed my hair and pressed it against his groin, forcing my face against his crotch, making it hard to breathe.

His eyes began to harden, as if telling me not to resist, or I would suffer greatly. At this moment, the man who had been enjoying my juices gently stroked my flushed face and long hair, as if saying, "My little darling, be good..." Then, he took out my underwear, which he had just stuffed into my mouth, and put it in his pocket. At this moment, I could finally breathe a sigh of relief and feel a little better.

But it was only for a moment. My hands were still bound in the same position, and because of the binding, my kneeling posture forced me to raise my arms high. My head was also forced to face the man's large, pungent penis, which was already making me very uncomfortable.

The two men next to me simultaneously unzipped their pants, releasing their swollen penises to let them breathe in the subway smell. My face was then slapped hard by the man's penis. I was shocked... The man held his penis and stroked it from time to time, letting the bright red glans repeatedly hit my face, making me feel the penis trembling and excited. I could smell its pungent odor. I never thought its smell could excite me. Excited, I even stuck out my pink tongue, wanting to explore its taste. At this moment, perhaps sensing the boldness of my tongue, the large penis also began its attack. Finally, finally, finally, the tongue and the large penis made their first intimate contact. They first secretly probed each other's breath, then slowly began to touch each other, exchanging feelings, and finally they could make deep contact without any restraint.

My tongue gently licked the head of the large penis, then embraced it with my mouth, swallowing and releasing it back and forth. The large penis kept growing bigger and thicker in my mouth, trying to fill my mouth completely. And I had already begun to get excited and playful, starting to move to the man's scrotum, his two testicles taking turns being sucked and released in my mouth, one at a time, while I looked at the man with a lewd expression, an expression that greatly pleased the man. Suddenly, the man grabbed my head, forcing my mouth to hold his large penis, rendering me immobile. His penis had reached deep into my throat, and the man, aroused by the tightness of my throat, increased his thrusting speed. My saliva flowed freely from the narrow gaps around my mouth. Suddenly, the man stopped thrusting, pushing his penis even deeper into my throat for a few seconds. "Thump, thump," I felt the man ejaculate, shooting into my throat before I could swallow, it already traveling down my esophagus into my stomach. The remaining hot, white semen in my mouth was something I savored slowly, its sweet taste.

Chapter Eight: The True Horror of the Subway

Perhaps because I was too excited, I didn't realize that the subway had been stopped for over ten minutes due to a malfunction.

In that short time, from Nanjing East Road to Jiangsu Road, I had experienced two orgasms, and then a man had ejaculated once, giving him immense satisfaction. The subway began to move slowly, and by then, I was completely too weak to stand up. I collapsed onto the floor, gasping for breath. Since I was in this cramped space, no one outside could see what I was doing.

Suddenly, the subway, seemingly traveling between Jiangsu Road and Zhongshan Park stations, experienced a power outage. The entire subway was plunged into darkness. I hadn't yet realized the real terror was about to unfold.

People on the subway began to panic, screaming and calling for help. But no one noticed what the four of us in the corner were doing.

The first two men had already had our fun; only the seemingly calmest, most composed man in the suit—perhaps the most repressed—was capable of doing something so shocking, and indeed, that was the case.

The man in the suit grabbed my hair and pulled me up. I stood up shakily, and the man next to me helped me up as well. The man in the suit pressed down on my back and waist, forcing me to cling tightly to the handrail, and he did this with practiced ease, as if he had done it a thousand times over with other women. His hands gripped my waist and buttocks tightly, pressing my bottom against his large penis. At that moment, I finally understood what he was about to do, and I screamed in terror, "No, please, no!" However, my voice was drowned out by the cries for help in the carriage… But in the pitch-black carriage, amidst the constant cacophony of sounds, everyone was trying to save themselves; no one heard my pleas for help. I was truly terrified. I could tolerate the three men's advances before, but this was real sex; I was genuinely scared. Because, apart from my husband, no other man's large penis had ever entered my vagina. What should I do? This would make me betray my husband. I was in so much pain, what should I do? What should I do? The man in the suit was now completely aroused, ignoring my small resistance. As if to further stimulate me, he rubbed his large penis hard against my buttocks a few times, as if just for a quick thrill. His actions terrified me, and I began to thrash even more wildly. At this point, the man in the suit became dissatisfied and unhappy. He raised his right hand and, "Pia...paia..." struck me hard twice on my right buttock, instantly making it red and swollen, leaving five finger marks on my red bottom. I cried out in pain, but in the noisy carriage, no one heard me.

The other two men, seeing my reaction, immediately became excited again. One of them grabbed my hair, forcing my head to face him, and then, with an excited and sinister look on his face, slapped me twice across the face. This stunned me, but my eyes still held a hint of excitement, as if expressing my small joy and thrill. The last man ripped off my askew bra, put it in his pocket, and then grabbed one of my breasts and slapped it hard. At this moment, the three men nodded silently to each other, and one of them even pulled out his belt. In an instant, they launched an attack on me. Some slapped my buttocks, some slapped my face, and others used their belts to whip my waist, back, and breasts. The blows landed all over my body as they beat me with extreme excitement. From the corner, cries of "Ah...ah...ah..." echoed. I never expected to like this kind of stimulation so much. It was so unexpected for me, and even more unexpected for the men. They felt they had struck gold.

The men increased the pressure of their blows, as if testing my body's tolerance. But this test only excited them more, making their large penises throb even more. Finally, the man in the suit couldn't resist the cries of my slutty self. He pressed down on my waist, grabbed my buttocks, his penis already hard, and my vagina incredibly wet. Amidst my screams, his penis plunged in without restraint, all the way to the hilt. It felt like my uterus was being touched, and I froze, frozen in shock. Then, ignoring my reaction, the man in the suit pressed on relentlessly, unable to resist the temptation, wanting only to thrust harder! Thrust! Thrust! Another man's fingers probed around my vagina, "grabbing" my clitoris, and began rubbing it rapidly, wanting to make my poor clitoris even more swollen and aroused. The third man, not to be outdone, grabbed my hair and began showering me with a barrage of French kisses, forcing me to suppress my excitement and ecstasy.

Chapter Nine: The Subway's Final Climax

At this moment, someone with a microphone walked around, announcing, "Please move orderly to the front of the subway car; the doors are open!" Then, the passengers in the carriage began to surge forward. But the carriage was too crowded to move; they could only push and shove their way forward.

However, no one noticed that the four people in the corner hadn't moved an inch. Soon, the last carriage we were in was empty, leaving only the four of us.

The carriage was dark, empty except for the lewd sounds of penises slapping against each other. It was eerily strange.

Men, untie my hands. The man in the suit shoved me, slowly walking towards the front of the train. He grabbed my hair and whispered in my ear, "Someone told us we should go to the front. Let's walk there like this, all intimately, okay?" He did this, taking a few steps, thrusting a few times, then a few more steps, then thrusting into my constantly wet cunt. But we had only reached the middle of the first row of seats near us when I was too aroused to move. The man in the suit pushed me into the seat, my hands naturally gripping the backrest. He lifted one of my legs onto the seat, and then his large penis, not content with its rest, squeezed into my cunt again, continuing its piston-like motion. Because the nearby carriages were empty, their actions became even more unrestrained. The man in the suit thrust hundreds of times, then he turned and sat down, helping me onto his lap, my back to him, so my eyes could only see the two men opposite me, their penises throbbing excitedly. The man in the suit seemed to really enjoy this move, thrusting upwards forcefully, his hands reaching around from behind to grab my swaying breasts. The two men in front of me were occasionally masturbating, or grabbing my hair and slapping me a few times.

At this moment, the man pulled me off him, turned me around so I was facing him. Surprisingly, even with this turn, his penis didn't leave my vagina even slightly. This 180° turn caused his penis to touch my G-spot, making me involuntarily tremble with excitement and scream. The man, however, ignored me, viciously grabbing my buttocks and continuing to thrust. I continued to scream and scream excitedly.

The man loudly and rudely said, "Are you a slut? You've already had several orgasms on the subway!" "Tell me, tell me yourself, are you a slut, a whore?" As if afraid I wouldn't respond, he slapped my buttocks a few times. I was so excited I was incoherent and out of control. Hearing the voice, I quickly replied, "I...I'm a slut, ah...I...I'm a whore, I'm a bitch." Upon hearing my reply, the man excitedly turned around again, placed me on the seat, and shoved me hard, his hands slapping my face and breasts to keep me aroused. He then forcefully spread my long legs as wide as possible. Suddenly, the man increased the speed of his thrusts, very fast, so fast that I could only make "Ah..." sounds. Then, he abruptly pulled his large penis out, a jet of milky white semen spraying directly onto my face and mouth.

I slumped weakly in the seat, breathing slowly, my posture unchanged from before the man withdrew, completely still. The man grinned wickedly with satisfaction, but...but he...he actually used his hands to shove all the semen on my face into my mouth, making me swallow it all.

The man in the suit straightened himself and walked to the side. Two other men came over and sat next to me, saying, "Slut, who knew you had SM potential? Too bad which guy was only focused on his own pleasure and didn't make you climax. That's not right, not right at all." As they spoke, one of the men inserted his fingers into my vagina and started fiddling with it, while the other man pointed directly at my clitoris and rubbed it. Because the previous men were already very familiar with my body's sensitivity, and with both of them doing it at once, I quickly climaxed again. However, this time, the height, intensity, amount of vaginal fluid, and duration of my orgasm were much more dizzying than before.

After I recovered from the trembling of my orgasm, the men grinned and said, "In a little while, either we'll lead you around on your knees, or we'll tie you up here and wait for someone to rescue you, you slut without underwear. You choose." After the man finished speaking, I was stunned... One of the men took out a collar for female dogs and a long leash from his bag and put it directly around my neck, giving me no choice or right to resist. Then they tidied me up, smoothing my hair; pulling up my skirt, but still leaving my slutty, big butt exposed; only the bottom two buttons were fastened, the top two left undone, letting my breasts sway back and forth in the men's sight, lewdly. But where was my underwear? My panties should be in one of the men's pockets, and my bra should be in another man's pocket.

Chapter Ten: Subway Discipline

In the empty, dark subway, a man on a dog leash shouted, "Slut, bitch, crawl over here now! Don't dawdle!" Behind him were other men, whipping my already swollen buttocks, back, and thighs with belts, urging me to crawl faster. At this point, I had no will to resist, and could only subconsciously obey the men's commands, kneeling down and beginning to crawl lewdly like a bitch.

Perhaps the men found my crawling too simple, not satisfying their demands. As if by magic, they produced a variety of sex toys from their bags. First, they handcuffed my hands with iron cuffs, then shackled my feet with iron leg irons. With each step I crawled, the sound of the chains scraping against the ground filled the air, accompanied by the sound of men whipping me with their belts, and my cries of pain or excitement, which I couldn't quite make out. I began to crawl slowly.

The men could see that I quickly adapted to these restraints, and that I could be trained into a real bitch.

So they brought out even more tools. First, they put nipple clamps on my breasts, each clamp with a pair of bells attached. Whenever I crawled, my breasts would sway, and the bells would make lewd sounds, proclaiming my promiscuity as a bitch. Then, they clamped a similarly bell-adorned clamp onto my clitoris. Whenever I crawled, the sound of the bells would tell others how lewd, how wanton, how slutty I was. Finally, they put a gag in my mouth. This small, ball-shaped gag had many small holes, just to allow the fluids in my mouth to flow out, making me consciously believe that I had become a bitch.

But that wasn't enough for the men. They inserted two small vibrating eggs directly into my vagina, and then one into my anus, regardless of whether I could tolerate it, setting them to the highest frequency to stimulate me with maximum energy. The man behind me pulled out a leather whip and lashed it hard against my buttocks, yelling, "You slutty bitch, get up and crawl! Get up!" Terrified by the whip, I scrambled to crawl, but the stimulation from the vibrating eggs made me feel uncomfortable and unable to continue. I could only stay in place, enduring wave after wave of continuous stimulation. Helpless to avoid the man's cruel whipping, I could only crawl step by step, my juices dripping from my vagina onto the ground.

After about ten steps, the man intensified the stimulation. He inserted an enormous, vibrating dildo into my already two-egg-equipped vagina. Similarly, a small penis was inserted into my anus, which already had a vibrating egg, and I could only moan "Ah...ah...ah..." in pleasure. Another man beside me held a whip and shouted, "You slut, are you enjoying this now? Get on your feet! If you don't, you'll regret it!" But with all my sensitive areas being stimulated like this, I couldn't bear it. What could I do? I had no strength left, so I could only kneel and lie motionless, accepting wave after wave of orgasmic sensations. But these men were so cruel. In such a short time, they had become so familiar with my body that they could control the rhythm of my orgasms. Suddenly, they stopped all the vibrating eggs and penises and said, "Bitch, if you want an orgasm, just crawl over one more carriage and we'll give it to you, you hear me?" This feeling of wanting an orgasm but not being able to give it was awful. I was starting to lose myself; my thoughts were turning into those of an obedient bitch. Hearing the men's commands, I obediently continued crawling. But after a short while, the men turned on all the switches again, giving me my fourth orgasm of the night while I was crawling. Because my cunt was filled with a dildo, I didn't squirt, so a pool of smelly, pungent fluid spread out beneath me. (

To be continued...)

The men waited for my orgasm to subside before removing the dildo from my cunt and anus. But at this moment, the man in the suit revealed his ruthless nature. He said to the others, "We just got some new stock today, how about we give this really slutty bitch a try?" The other men laughed, saying, "Great, great, fantastic!" As he spoke, the man in the suit took something out of his bag and, before I could even see it clearly, put it on. When I realized what was happening, I only heard a "snap," like a lock locking itself.

The man in the suit stood beside me and explained, "This is the latest chastity belt. No other dog has used it yet. You're the first, bitch! You should feel honored! From now on, your cunt will only obey us, otherwise... hehe!" As he spoke, he twirled the key in his hand and slapped me twice more hard across the face, the pain causing me to squat down on the ground. But the chastity belt made me immediately stand up again after I sat down; it hurt so much, so much. My cunt hurt, and my anus hurt too.

There was nothing I could do but continue crawling on my knees, head down, obeying the three men's commands. The man said, "From now on, we are your masters. Do you hear me? Quickly call out, 'Master!'" I obediently called each of the three men "Master" three times. This pleased them, and they rewarded me with several slaps, a few lashes on my buttocks, and a kick.

From the last subway car, I had to crawl all the way to the first one, my body covered in SM toys—a long, painful, and arduous journey.

My knees were throbbing with pain, my buttocks were bruised and bleeding, and my arms were too weak to support me any longer. Then, the man said, "Bitch, you can stand up now!" I tried to get up, but I was too weak to stand. Suddenly, a man picked me up, leaned on him, tidied me up, and we slowly walked out of the last car. The subway staff were surprised to see the four of us; they thought the train was empty. But none of us spoke as we emerged.

From the subway to the surface, subway staff and police were everywhere, running around busily. No one suspected anything as I leaned against the man; they just thought we were a frightened young couple. And they didn't even notice the dog leash around my neck, which reached all the way to my calves.

After exiting the subway, they forced me into a large car and sped away in the dark night.

A few days later, I received a text message with a link, instructing me to open it. I had a feeling something was about to happen. When I opened it, I found that everything that had happened between me and the three men on the subway that day had been secretly recorded. I was shocked… Then, I received another text message: "Bitch, tomorrow afternoon at xx o'clock, to room xxx at the xxx hotel. Wear a tight white shirt, a mini-skirt, no underwear, no underwear, black stockings, and high heels… "

[To be continued]
[ This post was edited by Hayami Yu on 2015-01-17 11:25]

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