The Masochistic Tale of a Young Girl

I quickened my pace, eager to get home and fully indulge in the pleasure of being restrained. The vibrator throbbed relentlessly inside my cunt, making my legs tremble. Since this game began, I'd already orgasmed ten times. I couldn't help but stop, leaning against the wall, my gaze hazy. I could feel my face burning and sweat beading on my forehead. I licked my dry, cracked lips. The gag in my mouth left me parched. I could only breathe in short, sharp gasps through my nose, the air a mix of the rain's freshness and the scent of my own arousal. I was so hot, so desperate for someone to save me. But I knew, in this state, there was no salvation. My cunt clenched involuntarily, the vibrator's tremors wracking my body. I could feel my cum pooling and trickling down my thighs to my knees, the wetness a torment. I started to lose my footing, my legs feeling like jelly. I could only brace myself against the wall, praying for this torture to end. I'd orgasmed over ten times now, and I felt like I was about to break. I desperately wanted someone to come and save me. I knew I couldn't collapse; I had to make it home, or I'd become a bigger spectacle, a bigger joke. I tried to calm myself, telling myself I was almost home, to hold on. My cunt continued to clench, the vibrator relentlessly ravaging me. My body was starting to betray me, and I could only take deep breaths, trying to maintain my sanity. I looked down at my swollen belly, distended with three liters of milk, making me feel like a pregnant sow. Shamefully, I turned my head away, tears mingling with the rain as they slid from the corners of my eyes. I wished someone would see me like this, desire me even in this state, desire me to the point of no control. I looked ahead, forcing myself to calm down. I needed to stay rational, to get home, or I might do something even more embarrassing. I took a deep breath, reminding myself I was a submissive girl, that I craved being played with, being humiliated, that I needed more stimulation, more pleasure. The rain seemed to lessen slightly. Just then, a stray dog approached. It circled me a few times, then began to lick the cum from my thighs. The dog startled me, and I instinctively tried to flee. But with my hands bound, my movements were clumsy, and I could only stand there, watching the dog nervously. It seemed intensely interested in the scent emanating from me, sniffing my body repeatedly before extending its tongue to lick the cum from my thighs. I felt like a plaything, ready to be ravaged, and now even a dog was toying with me. My body trembled from its licking. I felt so ashamed, so desperate to escape, but I dared not move, leaving myself to the dog's mercy. The dog seemed to relish the taste on my thighs, licking continuously and even pawing gently at my raincoat with its claws, trying to expose more of my skin. I felt like prey, being wantonly played with by this dog. My cunt contracted with its movements, the vibrator still buzzing, making me feel like I couldn't hold on any longer. I wanted to cum so badly. It had been so long since I'd felt this stimulated. I wanted this dog to fuck me senseless right now. I felt my face burn with shame. I tried to suppress any sounds, lest I attract more attention. I could only stand there, at the dog's mercy, reveling in the humiliation of being played with by an animal. Though he's gone, I'm still bound. What if another person like him shows up? The thought sent a fresh wave of panic through me, my whole "A miscalculation. I shouldn't have given it to her if I knew I wouldn't be able to resist." In the display window by the door, a young girl in a black latex suit was rigidly fixed to a metal frame. This girl was me. This was my usual workplace, a model for testing adult toys. My hands were bound behind my back with single cuffs, and my body was forced into a spread-legged squat. Metal clamps were attached to each of my breasts, constricting them until they turned purple. My nipples were held by alligator clips, their bite force so strong that they had broken the skin, causing my milk to mix with a few drops of blood, turning a rosy pink. Below my waist, a dildo as thick as an adult's forearm was ravaging my wet cunt, the copious amounts of precum already soaking the floor beneath me. Beside me, on a large table, lay a gag, dildos, vibrators, rabbit vibrators, nipple clamps, and urethral sounds, among other adult toys. Next to them was a note that read: "Feel free to test them on the model." A young woman walked out of the shop and approached me. Without hesitation, she picked up a urethral sound and inserted it into my urethra. "Oh my, it's been a while since I've been tormented like this. What a rare opportunity to be abused. I wonder what a urethral sound feels like? I'm so excited." The young woman inserted a glass rod into my vaginal opening, clamping my sensitive clitoris between two glass panes. Then, she inserted a pink tube, as long as udon noodles, into my vaginal opening until it was fully inside, and withdrew the glass rod. "This one's specially prepared for you. I heard you like to be abused, so I bought this just for you. Hehe." The young woman said with a smile, connecting one end of the tube to a balloon-shaped device. Then, she handed a remote control to the shop assistant. "This urethral sound has a vibrator inside. Press the switch, and it'll start vibrating. Go on, try it." The young woman looked at the shop assistant with anticipation. "Alright, then I won't be polite." The shop assistant took the remote control and pressed the switch. I felt a sharp sting in my urethra, followed by an electric current that surged through my lower body, causing me to tremble uncontrollably. "Ah..." I opened my mouth to cry out, only to find something stuffed inside. It turned out the young woman, fearing I would scream, had stuffed a gag in my mouth. This young woman was the manager of this adult toy shop, a sadistic queen who enjoyed tormenting us. Having us, the shop assistants, act as models was her idea. "Shizuka, I didn't realize you enjoyed being played with so much. Here, try this." The manager stuffed a small pink object into my mouth. It was a dildo, about as long as my tongue. "Mmmph..." I tried to spit it out, but the dildo seemed to have a suction cup, firmly adhering to my tongue, making it impossible to remove. "Heh heh, this has an anti-ejection function. You just enjoy the feeling of being occupied by it." "Thwack!" One of the giant, studded dildos brutally pierced through the slick, muddy resistance, slamming into my wet cunt with no buffer, no hesitation! Its thick girth instantly filled the entire passage, forcibly stretching my inner walls. My burning flesh was compelled to tightly embrace the cold, hard invader. The studs scraped against my sensitive inner lining, the rolling beads grinding over my G-spot as they spun. An unprecedented surge, a mixture of pain and extreme pleasure, detonated in my lower abdomen like thunder! "Ah—! Guwuwuwuwu—!" I could no longer suppress it. The pent-up pleasure and the sudden penetration sent me into complete loss of control. A high-pitched, broken moan escaped my lips, tearing at my throat! The sound was shockingly out of place, so lewd in the silent forest. But the moment the moan left my lips— "Beep! Detected target sound volume exceeding safety threshold. Activating silencing measure." Almost simultaneously, a thinner mechanical arm extended from the side of the mechanical beast's body. Its tip held a gag, made of the same material, shaped like a short phallus. With absolute precision and irresistible speed, it was shoved forcefully into my mouth, which had opened in a moan! The cold silicone, carrying a faint scent of lubricant, instantly filled my oral cavity. The thick, hard shaft pressed against my tongue, jamming against my palate, forcing me to emit only muffled, choked whimpers: "Mmmph… uh…" My jaw was forced open at a fixed angle. Saliva pooled, unable to be swallowed, spilling over the edges of the gag and my lips. It mixed with tears of shame, tracing a path down my jawline. As my mind went blank from the shock of this sudden oral violation— "Thwack—!" Another sickening thud, sending shivers down my spine. A second dildo, equally thick, studded, and with rolling beads, forcefully pried open my virgin anus with the same brutal force! A tearing pain shot through me, far more intense than when my cunt was first penetrated! This was followed by the intense discomfort of being forcibly stretched and ground by a foreign object. The spinning beads and studs mercilessly ravaged my tender rectal walls, bringing an indescribable sensation – a complex mix of excruciating pain, aching fullness, and a bizarre pleasure. Both my front and rear passages were simultaneously and completely penetrated and filled by enormous, cold, constantly rotating foreign objects. My mouth was forcibly gagged, preventing even a proper moan. "Mmmph… uh… mmm…" My body tensed violently, like a drawn bowstring. Both my front and rear passages, never treated so roughly, were simultaneously invaded and penetrated by huge, cold dildos covered in stimulating textures. It was a feeling beyond words – the extreme sensation of tearing, the aching fullness of being forcibly stretched, and the intense, electric pleasure that coursed through my entire body as the rotating beads and studs ground against my most sensitive inner walls. These three sensations mingled, threatening to shatter my consciousness. The flesh within my cunt was forced to tightly embrace the spinning weapon. Each rotation felt like it was grinding my G-spot, sending waves of overwhelming stimulation that forced my slick juices to surge, only to be held back by the tight seal. My anus, never before violated, screamed with sharp pain. My tight rectal walls were brutally ravaged, the rotating protrusions scraping against the inner lining, causing unbearable agony. Yet, deep within this pain, a strange, unfamiliar pleasure was being forcibly awakened. The dildo gag in my mouth made it difficult to breathe. The cold silicone pressed against the root of my tongue, forcing out only indistinct whimpers. Unswallowable saliva mixed with involuntary tears, trickling down my lips and chin, dripping onto the cold metal frame and the fallen leaves beneath me. My vision remained obscured by the metal skull mask, leaving only two faint red lights, like the mocking eyes of a demon. I was completely pinned to this shameful rack, penetrated front and back, my mouth gagged, unable to even offer a proper struggle or moan. My body trembled uncontrollably from the intense stimulation, my muscles spasming, tightly clenching around the two invaders within me. Sweat soaked my hair, sticking damply to my forehead and cheeks, hidden beneath the metal mask. 　　I watched these guys’ discussion and chuckled to myself. There was no such thing as an armless ghost, and they weren’t looking for a severed arm—he was just a horny slut waiting to get fucked. 　　As for why I knew this so well? Naturally, it’s because I’m the one at the center of this urban legend. Ever since school started, in search of thrills, I’ve been heading to the deserted school building after midnight every day, equipped with all sorts of toys, to embark on my self-bondage adventures. 　　First, I’d slip into a very revealing latex bodysuit. It had openings in the chest and crotch areas, exposing my breasts and pussy so I could easily insert all sorts of toys. 　　Then I clip a nipple clamp onto each of my nipples. These clamps are connected to small tags: the one on my left nipple has a tag listing my name, class, contact information, current address, and a link to my personal page on a porn site; the one on my right is even simpler—it features a photo of my ID card. I’ll insert a specially designed dildo into my.vagina.. The tip of this dildo has a small ball attached to it, and when..inserted..into my. pussy, the ball will be pushed into my uterus, and then I can inflate it to fill my uterus. This way, unless all the air is released from the ball, the dildo inside my pussy cannot be pulled out. 　　Then I put on a latex hood that leaves only my mouth exposed. The eye area of this hood has only a few tiny peepholes, which severely restrict my vision, making it difficult for me to see what’s in front of me. 　　I didn’t spare my mouth either; a gag featuring a thick dildo sealed my lips shut. This dildo is programmed to inflate at regular intervals, pressing against my windpipe and making it impossible for me to breathe. 　　After doing all this, I would place my arms behind my back, where a single-glove restraint was attached to the back of the latex suit. The zipper on this single-hand glove is actually a tiny robotic zipper. When the robotic zipper reaches my hands, it automatically zips up, binding my hands tightly behind my back. 　　Since the single-hand restraint glove is integrated into the latex suit, zipping it up makes it look as if I have no arms—which is how the campus legend of the armless figure began. As for why the legend of an armless figure searching for something in the academic building arose, it’s because I really was looking for something. 　　Once the zipper robot zips me up, it locks the zipper in place, then detaches from my body and runs off in all directions. To free myself, I have to go find it, which is why others see me wandering around the school building. That is the truth behind the armless shadow. 　　Now, I’ve bound myself once again and am walking down the school building’s hallway. After midnight, there’s not a soul in the building but me. The only sounds in the entire building are the click-clack of the built-in high heels on the floor from my latex suit, and the mechanical hum of the... dildo. as it operates. “Click-clack... click-clack...” Wearing my latex suit and high heels, I walk through the deserted school building. Every step produces a clear sound that echoes through the hallways. 　　I was encased in a tight-fitting latex suit, inflated with a large amount of air so that it clung tightly to my skin. The distinctive scent of latex stimulated my sense of smell, making me feel like an inflatable doll, waiting to be toyed with. 　　My hands, bound with a single glove, were held behind my back, and the zipper on the back of the latex suit was zipped tightly, leaving me unable to move. I could only walk forward slowly, savoring the thrill of being restrained. 　　My pussy was stuffed full, and a dildo pressed against my cervix. The feeling of being so full made me walk a bit unsteadily, but I felt incredibly aroused. 　　I knew that right now, I looked like an armless shadow wandering through the school building, searching for something—and what I was searching for was the person who would bring me pleasure. This wasn't mere sadism; it was the cathartic release of a day's worth of accumulated, targeted fury! Her fierce determination, as if she wouldn't stop until she'd kicked my little cunt to bloody shreds, was, it turned out, the most direct and violent response to my online commentary! After a mocking laugh, Sister Lin finally withdrew her two fingers from my nostrils, slowly. With a wet, faint "pop," the brief sensation of suffocation vanished, but the aching stretch and burning on the inner walls of my nasal passages lingered, sharp and clear. She stood up, flicking the mucus from her fingers with disgust, and began rummaging in the small, elegant leather bag at her waist. After the soft sounds of fabric rustling and metal clinking, she produced a metal object that glinted coldly in the moonlight—a nose hook far more complex than a common bull ring. "Come here, you stupid pig. I'm going to doll you up properly," she said, grabbing my chin and forcing my head up. The cold metal first touched the tip of my nose. Unlike ordinary nose hooks that simply pull upwards, the main body of this hook forcefully clamped onto my septum and pulled it up, while two grotesque branches, like sharp claws, dug fiercely into the soft flesh of my nostrils, yanking them violently and irrevocably to either side. My nostrils, already slightly dilated to take in more air, were now stretched to their absolute limit by the hook's three-pronged, merciless tearing. I could feel the unbearable ache in my septum, the soft flesh of my nostrils feeling as if it were about to be ripped apart. My entire nose was contorted into an extremely ugly, grotesque pig's snout, its damp, pink inner cavity exposed utterly without dignity. "Mmmhmm..." Sister Lin examined my face, personally transformed into this "pig's face," nodding with immense satisfaction, as if admiring a perfect masterpiece. She picked up my discarded phone, unlocked it, and aimed the camera at me. The light from the phone screen illuminated my distorted features. She took several close-up shots from a highly insulting angle, clicking away. Then, she skillfully opened the news video that had reported on their exploits, uploaded those ugliest, most humiliating photos to the comment section, and her long, gloved fingers began to fly across the screen. "I am a dirty, ugly sow. It was my overestimation of my own abilities to dare question the beauty of the two heroines..." I sat on the cold balcony floor, my heart drowning in utter despair. The secondary search was nearing its end, but the expected key for the thumb cuffs remained elusive. At this moment, the existence of the collar key was no longer important to me; that small, ringless thumb cuff key was the true linchpin to unlocking all the restraints on my body. The search continued mechanically, my fingertips repeatedly brushing against the rough concrete, but only endless regret filled my mind, while my body was firmly pinned in place by ubiquitous confinement and pain. The pain from my arms was the most acute. The metal rings of the arm cuffs had already dug deep into the flesh of my upper arms. Prolonged pressure had made the surrounding skin red, swollen, and hot; every slight movement sent a sharp stab of pain through me. The plate cuffs on my wrists were equally unbearable, rendering my wrist joints immobile. A constant ache and stiffness spread relentlessly. And the thumb cuffs, these tiny metal instruments, not only locked my thumbs together tightly but also made my fingertips cold and numb from poor circulation, almost devoid of sensation. Just as I was about to give up, preparing to accept the necessity of crawling back to the bedroom and enduring an unknown duration of restraint while awaiting fate, my right hand, in its fumbling search, brushed against an incredibly small, almost imperceptible protrusion. My heart skipped a beat. This was not a rough grain of the floor; the texture was entirely different. It was hard, regular, with clear edges. I held my breath, carefully pinching the tiny metal object between my index finger and thumb, lifting it to my face—though my vision was still pitch black. Using the most sensitive parts of my fingertips, I meticulously traced every detail: it was minuscule, smaller than any key I had found before, without a key ring, flat overall, with a finely toothed structure at one end. It was it! It was truly the thumb cuff key! An indescribable surge of elation instantly washed away the previous despair, making my entire body tremble. Found it! I had finally found this decisive key! This meant I no longer had to wait helplessly; it meant I could finally end this self-imposed imprisonment with my own hands! I tightly gripped the hard-won key between the index and middle fingers of my right hand, as if it were the most precious treasure in the world. Then, I began the arduous task of fumbling behind my back for the location of the thumb cuff lock. With my thumbs cuffed together, my finger mobility was extremely limited, making this maneuver incredibly clumsy and difficult. It took a long time before I could guide the key in my right hand with my left fingertips, probing and searching for the tiny keyhole in the darkness, inch by inch. Once, twice, the tip of the key slipped away. I adjusted my breathing, forcing myself to calm down, carefully recalling the approximate position of the thumb cuff’s keyhole. On the third attempt, I was even slower, more precise. Finally, my fingertips felt the subtle contact of the key’s tip against the edge of the keyhole. I steadied my wrist, carefully pushing the key forward, feeling it slide in bit by bit until a faint "click" sounded, and the key was fully inserted. At this moment, my heart felt like it would leap out of my chest. I held my breath, gripping the key and turning it gently. A clear "snap" echoed in the silence. Though muffled by the hood, it was music to my ears. I could feel the cuff rings on both sides of the thumb cuffs spring open. The metal shackles that had been imprisoning my thumbs were finally loosened! I pulled my hands out of the cuff rings, and my thumbs were instantly free. Although they were still stiff and numb from the prolonged restraint, the sensation of being able to separate them freely, to move them relative to each other, made me so emotional I could have wept. Freedom of the fingers was the first step, and the most crucial one. Next, it was time to unlock the metal plate cuffs on my wrists. Using my newly freed left hand, I fumbled to find the handcuff key that had already been secured to my middle finger. Holding the key between the index finger and thumb of my left hand, I turned to find the keyhole of the plate cuff on my right wrist. With my wrists still cuffed together, and the design of the plate cuffs preventing relative wrist rotation, this maneuver was equally challenging. 　Deep in a remote mountainous region stands a hospital. Unlike ordinary hospitals, it is not intended to treat ordinary patients. 　　It was established specifically to isolate women with mental health issues—or so the outside world was told. In reality, most of the people inside were perfectly normal; the so-called mental illness was merely an excuse others had concocted… 　　In a ward deep within this mental institution, I lay helplessly writhing on the floor, tightly bound in a straitjacket. With my legs strapped down, I was completely unable to stand. Two thick vibrators were deeply inserted into my pussy and asshole, vibrating wildly inside me. “Wuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!!!!!!” 　　My face was covered by a full-head latex hood. A dildo was installed inside the hood at the mouth opening; as soon as I put the hood on, this dildo would be deeply inserted into my mouth, effectively serving as a gag and completely blocking my mouth. 　　By the way, the role I’m playing right now is that of a wealthy heiress. Because my uncle, who covets my family fortune, framed me, I’ve been falsely accused of being a mentally ill patient with strong aggressive tendencies and self-destructive tendencies, so I must be restrained. 　　And this mental hospital was commissioned by my uncle to keep me imprisoned here... The ward door swung open, and the nurse in charge of my care walked in with a smile. 　　She is a tall, strikingly beautiful woman with long, silky hair cascading down to her chest. She wears a tight-fitting white lab coat that accentuates her curvaceous figure, making my heart skip a beat. “It’s time for the patient’s treatment again today~” the nurse said softly. “ "Don’t be afraid, Nurse will be very gentle~" As she spoke, she pulled a leather whip from her pocket, waved it lightly in front of me, and said with a smile, "This is today’s new toy. Would you like to give it a try?" No, I absolutely cannot let myself be tempted by her! 　　My mind was in turmoil, but my body was beyond my control. My mouth, gagged beneath the latex mask, kept making muffled “mm-mm-mm” sounds, as if responding to her, begging her to toy with me. 　　The nurse seemed to understand my muffled cries perfectly. She walked over to me, lifted her leg, and rubbed my face with her latex over-the-knee boots, deliberately letting me smell the strong odor of her feet. 　　“Looks like you really like that smell. What a terrible kink~” the nurse said with a smile, then raised her leather whip and lightly cracked it against my body a few times: “Come on, big sister’s going to let you try out the power of this new toy~” 　　The whip sliced through the air and struck my body in an instant. The pain instantly clouded my mind, but I couldn’t offer any resistance—only muffled screams escaped through the gag in my latex hood. I knew today’s self-bondage training was about to begin again. 　　“Come on, come on. Since you like the smell of my feet, I’ll grant your wish.” The nurse lifted her foot—caked in grime and reeking of intense foot odor—and stomped it heavily on my face. “Mmmph, mmmph, mmmph...” 　　Trapped inside the hood, I couldn’t help but moan with pleasure. I writhed, trying to escape the vibrator’s torment, but the straitjacket tightened even further, making me feel both the helplessness and excitement of being bound. 　　“You like my feet so much? Well, then I’ll let you have a good sniff~” 　　The nurse folded down the ankles of her full-coverage, over-the-knee latex boots, leaving her bare feet exposed. The pungent smell of her feet stimulated me even more intensely; my mouth frantically sucked and swallowed, as if trying to draw the scent of her feet deep into my lungs. 　　“You like my feet so much, so you must really want to lick them, right~” the nurse said wickedly, removing my gag and poking my mouth and nose with her toes. “If you’re willing to suck my toes hard, I’ll tell you what to do~” 　　I nodded vigorously in agreement. The nurse seemed satisfied; she held her toe up to my mouth, and I quickly leaned in, greedily sucking on it. The strong stench of her feet filled the latex hood, stimulating my sense of smell. I hid beneath the bed, peering through the gaps in the wooden slats, catching glimpses of the female NPC's suspended form. Her body trembled slightly, bound by tape. Her melon-like, enormous breasts swayed with the rhythm of the dildo machine, the scent of milk and fluids mingling in the air. Suddenly, her moans abruptly stopped, replaced by muffled "Mmmph mmmph mmmph... mmmph mmmph mmmph..." as if her mouth had been forcibly gagged. Following this came a series of retching sounds and the "squish" of liquid being squeezed, interspersed with low whimpers from the depths of her throat. Without a doubt, the shopkeeper must have shoved his thick, hot cock into the female NPC's mouth, forcing her to perform oral sex. I held my breath, my heart pounding like a drum, my mind involuntarily conjuring images: the female NPC's mouth forced open by a speculum, violated mercilessly by Sakura, her thick cock thrusting in and out of her throat, drawing out viscous saliva and gagging sounds. Her cheeks flushed red from the sensation of suffocation, tears and saliva streamed down her chin, dripping onto the floor. Sakura stood before her, thrusting his hips with force, a satisfied, cruel grin on his face, reveling in the pleasure of complete domination. I curled up beneath the bed, my body trembling from a mixture of fear and pleasure. The toys inside me tormented me relentlessly, my pussy and ass stretched full by the dildos and anal beads. Fluids uncontrollably overflowed from my cunt, trickling down my thighs and onto the floor beneath the bed, emitting a decadent aroma. I knew that if I made even the slightest sound, Sakura would discover me, and then... I dared not imagine what would happen next. The female NPC's moans, muffled by the cock, became intermittent. The room was filled only with the "hum" of the dildo machine, the "slosh" of milk flowing, and Sakura's low gasps. I gritted my teeth, praying she wouldn't notice me under the bed, while desperately suppressing the pleasure the toys were forcing from my body, trying to stay conscious. But the more I tried to stifle my sounds, the harder it became to control myself. The electric toys, both inside and outside me, seemed to have gone mad, wildly churning, pounding, and grinding against every inch of my sensitive skin and inner walls. Waves of pleasure crashed over me, one after another, assaulting my brain, making coherent thought increasingly difficult. My reason was like a small boat, precariously tossed in a raging storm, on the verge of capsizing at any moment. "Mmmph mmmph mmmph mmmph mmmph mmmph mmmph..." The female NPC's high-pitched moans, suspended in the air, echoed in my ears, crystal clear. That sound, trembling with complete surrender to pleasure, seemed to boast of her ability to uninhibitedly express her ecstasy, her downfall, while I, like a fool, endured the torment of pleasure here, having to distract myself by suppressing my own sounds. "She's screaming so loudly... maybe... I can also... relax just a little..." As soon as this dangerous thought surfaced, it became as uncontrollable as a breached dam. The pleasure building inside me had reached a critical point, the pain of suppression even exceeding the pure physical stimulation. The urge to release was almost tearing me apart. I bit down hard on the stocking in my mouth, trying to muffle the sounds in my throat, but faint moans still escaped my nostrils uncontrollably. For that one-in-a-million chance... "I... choose to be a... puppy..." I squeezed out those words with all my might, from a throat dry and aching, my voice a mere whisper like a mosquito's buzz, filled with humiliation. "Let me hear that bark." Big Sister's voice immediately took on a hint of malicious anticipation. "Woof... Bark! Hee... hee..." I tried my best to imitate a dog's bark, but my voice was laced with uncontrollable sobs and tremors, sounding bizarre and pathetic. My cheeks burned as if they would ignite. "Good girl, good girl..." A hand with calluses reached out, and just like petting a real pet dog, it gently scratched my chin. This gesture, which should have offered a sliver of comfort, only amplified my humiliation. "Then it's half a day of canine conditioning, and half a day of mummy placement..." Big Sister announced casually. "What!?" I snapped my head up, and though my vision was black, shock and despair were clearly etched on my face. Half a day as a puppy, and half a day as a mummy? They never intended to give me a choice! They were just toying with me! That hope of escaping outdoors was utterly crushed! My arms were roughly folded upwards, forearms pressed tightly against upper arms, wrists forcibly twisted to my shoulders and held down. Then, my legs were treated the same way, calves pressed against thighs, feet forced to touch my buttocks. An intense ache shot through every joint, my bones and ligaments protesting silently. I was like a worm forced into a mold, my limbs folded at humiliating angles, only able to support myself on my elbows and knees. It hurts so much... my joints feel like they'll break... I gritted my teeth, tears flowing silently beneath the blindfold. They cared nothing for my limits. Next, I felt cold, cylindrical leather bags being slipped over my folded arms. The leather was thick and stiff, carrying a pungent odor, a mix of dust and chemical tanning agents. The bags extended from my shoulders to my wrists, tightly binding my arms in their folded position. Then, equally cold leather bags were fitted onto my folded legs, wrapping from the top of my thighs to my ankles. Straps were then cinched tight with a forceful "click," biting deep into the wrapped leather, and into my flesh. With every breath, my bound muscles twitched and ached. Is this... the canine transformation procedure? I was manipulated like an object. Now, I could only support myself on the ground with my folded, bound elbows and knees, like some kind of deformed, stunted creature. The ground was cold and hard, the skin on my knees and elbows chafing against the rough surface, burning fiercely. I tried to shift my weight, and my body immediately lost balance, wobbling precariously, my legs too weak to support me. So weak... I'd only had a bite of bread since last night... "Mmm... mmm..." Whimpers of humiliation and weakness escaped my throat uncontrollably. I must look hideous and pathetic right now. "Aren't you quite cute now? Little... bitch..." Big Sister's voice, laced with undisguised mockery, echoed from above me. She seemed quite pleased with her "creation." You know all my personal information? Even... every ticklish spot on my body?! How much terrifying observation and investigation would that take? Spending money to hire people to kidnap me, and then devising such a perverted plan... This is clearly a determined effort to turn me into a sex slave with no dignity, at their mercy! Or even worse... a fuck doll? This plan is my contract of sale! "The employer is thoughtful enough to give you two choices every day," the older woman's voice interrupted my frantic thoughts, with a false, coaxing sweetness: "Do you want to be a cute little puppy today, or wrapped up like a mummy for a little placement game?" Just hearing the names made my body instinctively resist. Little puppy... canine conditioning... I've read too many descriptions in those hidden novels. My limbs forcibly bent and bound, stuffed into those strangling K9 suits, forced to crawl on my knees and elbows like a dog. The better scenario is being treated as a pet dog, with a frisbee thrown for me to fetch, watching me move clumsily like a crippled insect. If I don't fetch it in time, I'll face punishment from the vibrator stuffed in my ass or the electric collar; the worse scenario is pure humiliation – being forced to lift a leg like a male dog by a leash near a simulated fire hydrant... pretending to pee! And they, of course, would be filming this socially fatal scene on their phones! Either way, at night, I'd be stuffed into a dog cage too small to even turn over, then tormented by forcibly activated toys all night, waiting for dawn in desperate moans... Mummy placement... this sounds even more terrifying! Filling every hole in my body with various toys – mouth, vagina, anus... then wrapping me tightly layer by layer with plastic wrap, stockings, bandages, and tape, like a corpse, until I become a completely immobile human stick! Then... the toys inside me would be activated, continuously stimulating my desire, pushing me to the brink of orgasm again and again... only to be cut short at the last moment! Tease and denial! Back and forth countless times, hanging me on the precipice of desire, driving me to the brink of madness, yet never allowing satisfaction! Only to let out desperate cries and pleas, while they watch indifferently like they're observing an experiment. During this, there might even be asphyxiation play, covering my mouth and nose with plastic wrap, making even the freedom to breathe dependent on their "grace"... No! I don't want to choose either! I screamed desperately in my mind. But I'm still hanging high, my arms aching as if they'll break, my toes long since numb. If I choose mummy placement, being wrapped up in this state, my body would surely give out first. Compared to that... little dog? Although utterly humiliating, if... if they really would take the "puppy" for an "outdoor walk" as the plan says... even just a lap around the complex... even risking social death... wouldn't there be a sliver of a chance to ask passersby for help? She then adjusted the angle of the support, cupped my chin with her hand, and rested it on top of the "X" intersection. "Hold on," the Mistress patted my cheek. I immediately understood the purpose of this device – it was to force me to maintain an upright posture, even sharing some of the weight of my head and neck, but also preventing me from lowering or turning my head. Resting my chin on the rough wooden cross was uncomfortable, but it did force me to keep my head raised. My hands were still bound behind my back and hoisted high, and in this position, the ropes on my arms pulled at my shoulders and back, causing a more intense ache and numbness. I tried to shift some of my weight onto the support under my chin, but the device was unstable, and with the slightest pressure, the rough wood dug painfully into my chin. I had to rely primarily on my own strength to keep my back straight and my core tight to maintain balance, which kept all the muscles in my body highly tense, especially my abdomen and back, which quickly began to feel weak and tremble. Just as I was struggling to adapt to this new, painful posture that afflicted my entire body, the Mistress began the next step. She walked in front of me, squatted down, and her gaze fell on the ravaged area between my legs. My trench coat had long since disappeared during my crawling and dragging, and I was completely naked, save for the ropes and the devices. The rope between my legs was already soaked with arousal and sweat. The dark rope was tightly cinched on either side of my labia and the roots of my thighs, the knot deeply embedded in the cleft above my clitoris. The Mistress extended two fingers, parting the wet, tangled rope, revealing the base of the dildo still deeply embedded in my cunt. On the base, as expected, was an inconspicuous threaded hole. The Mistress picked up a threaded metal rod from the floor. The other end of the rod was connected to a base with a motor and mechanical structure. She aligned the threaded end of the metal rod with the hole on the dildo's base and began to slowly rotate and screw it in. I could feel the dildo in my body turning and deepening slightly with her movements, bringing a strange sensation of friction. When the threads fully engaged and the metal rod was securely attached to the dildo, the mechanical base beneath me was simultaneously fixed to the floor. This transformed the dildo from a mere vibrating toy fixed inside me into part of a "fuck machine" capable of automatic thrusting. This realization sent a shiver through my body, a mixture of fear and a strange anticipation surging through me. The Mistress adjusted the position and angle of the fuck machine's base, then activated it. First, a low motor hum sounded, and then I felt the dildo inside me begin to slowly and rhythmically withdraw. The rough surface texture scraped against the slick inner walls of my vagina, creating a distinct sensation of dragging and friction. When it retreated until only a small portion of its tip remained inside, it paused for a moment, and then, with steady speed, it slammed deep inside again! "Urk!" I let out a muffled groan, my body involuntarily arching forward. This mechanically controlled, precise, and powerful thrusting was entirely different from the simple vibrations or the friction from my own movements before. It was deeper, more forceful, with a constant rhythm, completely stripping me of the last vestiges of control over the rhythm of pleasure. The dildo's grotesque protrusions and textures scraped against the most sensitive folds of my vaginal walls with each in-and-out motion. Especially the small hole at the tip, which seemed to target my cervix with every deep thrust, sending waves of shuddering impact. Soon, under the machine's regular and powerful thrusting, the familiar pleasure began to build rapidly again. My cunt uncontrollably secreted more arousal fluid, emitting wet, sloshing sounds. As if this wasn't enough, the Mistress removed the electrode pads that had been attached to the sides of my buttocks. The low-intensity electrical stimulation throughout my body had kept my buttock muscles in a state of subtle tremor. Now that the pads were removed, that tingling sensation temporarily disappeared, but my buttocks, already red and swollen from prolonged spanking, binding, and the current kneeling position, hurt with the slightest touch. The Mistress pushed two complex-looking machines from the wall. They had metal frames and a thick, rectangular metal plate. The Mistress moved these two machines to either side of my body, adjusting their height and angle so that the two cold metal plates were directly facing my bare, raised buttocks. My mouth was clamped shut by a cold hand, only muffled whimpers escaping. One-legged suspension meant one leg would be hoisted high, the entire body's weight resting on the tiptoes of the other, a terrifying thought that promised a tearing sensation. M-suspension, on the other hand, involved the legs being forcibly spread wide and suspended, completely exposing the nether regions, a deeper level of humiliation. Either way, for me, weakened to this extent, it was torture! "Choose for me," Big Sister's voice was impatient, the fingers pinching my cheeks tightening their grip, knuckles digging deep into flesh. "As expected of a little slut, you're excited even when choosing a pose?" "Mmmph! Mmmph!" I could only shake my head in vain, attempting to convey refusal. But my heart had already turned to ice. She was clearly finding an excuse to retaliate after I refused to be her "exclusive pet"! That damn training plan only said I'd be "sent back to where I came from," but it didn't specify what kind of tricks would be played on the last day… She was bound to pick the most torturous! "Seems like you're too excited to speak," Big Sister's voice adopted a feigned understanding, followed by a cold decision. "Then I'll pick for you." As expected… my heart sank to the bottom. Without a shred of mercy, they dragged me to the center of the room. Rough hemp ropes, like cold, venomous snakes, coiled around me, starting with my arms. They forcefully twisted my hands behind my back, wrists crossed, and then bound them tightly with rope, loop after loop. The knots were tied so tight and deep, they dug into my skin, already covered in bruises and contusions. Next, the rope went around my shoulders, cinching once above and once below my chest, finally tightening into a V-shaped knot beneath my breasts. This "breast binding" not only compressed my chest, forcing my already ample breasts to protrude even more, but more terrifyingly, it severely restricted my rib cage's expansion! Every breath became incredibly difficult and short, as if an invisible hand was choking my throat. "Hurt… hurt… I was wrong… I was wrong…" The intense pressure and the pain of the rope digging into my flesh made me cry out for mercy. My shoulder and arm joints groaned under the strain, protesting the prolonged restraint and the torments of the previous night. "Good that you know you were wrong…" Big Sister's voice was devoid of warmth. "Then…" I gasped, a sliver of faint hope in my voice. "You'll hang there and reflect for a while," her reply shattered my illusion. "Hmph…" I let out a tearful whimper, tears soaking the blindfold. What terrified me even more was seeing, or rather feeling, Big Sister take something out—it was that cold metal speculum! "Open your mouth," she commanded. "Mmmph…" I clenched my teeth tightly, instinctively resisting. They surely I stumbled along, my feet seeming to catch on some cold metal frame. It was less a bed and more a chilling iron rack, topped with a massive, slick-looking latex mattress. I was guided, nudged into the gap between the two enormous latex pads. The latex, with a slight resistance, clung tightly to my latex suit, emitting a faint rustling sound. As they adjusted the pads, I felt the life-saving breathing tube carefully pulled out through a pre-made opening. I was like an item waiting to be packaged, manipulated by them until I was finally lying flat on the cold iron frame. This was their so-called "bed"? An ominous premonition filled my heart. As expected, before I could even adjust to this position, an indescribable pressure began to assail me from all sides! It felt as if countless invisible hands were forcefully squeezing the latex pads that encased me! It was the pump! They were creating a vacuum! This realization sent a shiver down my spine! I could clearly feel the latex pads, driven by the air pressure, writhing like living things, molding themselves even more tightly and forcefully to every curve of my body! The latex on my breasts was pressed deep into my cleavage, the electrode pads pressing firmly against my skin through the latex; the pads on my lower abdomen and pubic mound sank deep into my flesh; my limbs were held rigidly in shape by the latex, my toes unable to move even a millimeter! Though I couldn't hear the sound of the pump, the immense force that held and compressed every inch of my body was undeniably clear! I couldn't move... completely immobilized... Overwhelming fear instantly consumed me. I was like a specimen, firmly embedded within this latex "vacuum bed." Beyond breathing through the tube and emitting faint whimpers, I could do nothing. Just then, a more terrifying test began! As I struggled to gasp for air through the breathing tube, the resistance to my inhalation suddenly became infinite! "Mmm?... Mmm... Mmm! ... Mmm! Mmm!!!" The tube... the tube was blocked! Oxygen was instantly cut off! The sensation of suffocation, like an icy tide, flooded my brain! The instinct for survival drove me to struggle frantically, trying to twist my body, trying to raise my arms to reach the tube! But the power of the vacuum bed was absolute! My entire body tensed to its limit, yet I couldn't even bend a single finger! The latex pads remained unmoving, like steel, gripping my body tightly! I could only gasp like a fish thrown onto the shore, my mouth opening in vain, my throat emitting desperate, increasingly weak whimpers!