Shi-han, captured and tortured.

Soon, Shihan was escorted to the "dressing room." Inside, a woman dressed in a rather seductive manner was resting. Upon seeing the naked Shihan, her eyes lit up, and she excitedly stood up, "New prisoner? Or a new slave?" The two guards didn't know how to classify her and responded timidly, not daring to answer. Just as the woman was about to act, a message from a man arrived on her wrist terminal, "Name: Yun Jing Shihan; Disposal method: Interrogation and sexual enslavement; Corresponding program has been installed." She smiled with satisfaction, gestured for the two guards to leave, and then skillfully hoisted the unconscious Shihan up. Her hair was tied together and hung from the ceiling, exposing her fair neck. Simultaneously, she was forced to lift her head, her limbs secured to restraints on the surrounding frame. Her legs were pulled open to almost a 90-degree angle by cold iron chains, leaving her breasts, vulva, and buttocks completely exposed. The chains were then tightened, rendering her completely unable to struggle. After completing this, the woman took a syringe and injected Shihan with a mixture of high-concentration nutrient solution and stimulants. The nutrient solution quickly restored Shihan's strength, while the stimulants brought her to consciousness. Shihan opened her slightly sore eyes and looked at the surroundings, which were vastly different from the prison cell. She was stunned for a moment, then felt her naked body, the stinging of old whip marks, and the shameful position she was in, bound by chains. Instinctively, she struggled, "Let, let me go...!" She glared at the woman who was admiring her body, "Where is this place?" "Oh my? You're quite spirited, that puts my mind at ease. After all, there's no fun in bullying a lifeless husk like that..." the woman said dismissively, licking her lips. "You don't need to know where this is. Sex slaves don't need to think, after all..." "What?!" Shihan struggled more violently, her face flushing rapidly. "You're dreaming! Even if you kill me, I will never surrender to scum like you!" "It's very simple if you don't want to become a sex slave. Just tell me the information, and I'll let you go. It doesn't matter if I let you leave; they only want the intelligence... But if you don't cooperate, then there's nothing I can do. You'll become something worse than a bitch?" the woman said deliberately, trying to break Shihan's spirit. Shihan tightly pursed her lips. Although she had already resolved not to tell them, the fear of "becoming a sex slave" made her tremble slightly with shame. After a moment of silence, she said word by word, "Then, come on...! You animals!" —Shihan thus expressed her courage and unwavering conviction to sacrifice, completely unaware that the intelligence she cherished had already been completely obtained by the enemy, and they were merely seeking to humiliate her for their amusement. "That's wonderful," the woman said with a sadistic smile. "I love watching cute girls scream and beg in my hands, and then become obedient sex slaves. I've done this to so many people... Since that's the case, shall we begin right away?" "Nipple rings, clit rings, collar, branding. Which do you want first?" She cupped Shihan's chin with her hand, examining her with the gaze of someone appraising ingredients on a cutting board. Hearing these words, Shihan's body involuntarily trembled more, and she swallowed. Knowing that resistance was futile, despite her fear, she said firmly, "Whatever you want. These things are nothing...!" "Oh?" The woman released Shihan and then took out the terminal from her waist, saying playfully, "I really hope you can be this strong later... Hmm, sensitivity set to double, and for the heat state... let's set it to medium..." She chuckled as she controlled the chip in Shihan's brain.

The man who had previously tortured Shihan appeared at the doorway, a smug look on his face, clearly having received a satisfactory reward. "Oh, thank you for your hard work," he said to the woman, expressing his gratitude. He then surveyed Shihan, who was wearing silver rings on her nipples and clitoris, and a name tag collar, and was quite pleased. "I'll take this bitch from here. I'll break her in tonight, and tomorrow she'll be ready for everyone to use..." "Fine... if you want. Just disinfect her ass, or if it gets infected, there'll be no fun in breaking her in," the woman said, her interest waning. She then unfastened Shihan from the restraint frame, and Shihan immediately collapsed onto the floor. "Mm... alright." The man nodded lightly and came over, scooping Shihan up in his arms. Having just climaxed, Shihan had no strength to resist and could only watch helplessly as the man carried her away— The man carried Shihan to an open area and tossed her beside a wooden post. It was already night outside, and the cool breeze brushed against Shihan's naked body, causing her to tremble. "W-what are you going to do?" she asked, her voice laced with a hint of fear. The man didn't answer. He grabbed a thick iron chain, fastened it to Shihan's collar, and then tethered her to the post before turning to leave. Although Shihan had regained some strength and her body wasn't restrained, she knew it was impossible to break the post. She could only squat on the ground, curling into a ball, her hands trying to cover her chest as she shivered in the cold wind. Less than five minutes later, the man returned, carrying an iron bucket and two sets of restraints. He frowned. "Stand up! I'm doing you a favor by treating you. If you don't want it, fine, keep squatting and wait for maggots to infest your ass!" Although Shihan was extremely reluctant to obey the man's command, she had no choice but to stand up. Despite her pride and strength, she wasn't foolish enough to refuse something that would benefit her. The man sneered and haphazardly splashed the liquid from the bucket over Shihan's front and back. He paid particular attention to her scalded buttocks. The icy medicinal liquid made Shihan gasp, and then she felt an agonizing itch spread across the whip marks and burns on her body. "Ugh, ughaha, what is this?!" Shihan tensed her body, enduring the sensation. Indeed, she watched as the red, swollen whip marks on her front visibly receded, and her buttocks' injuries seemed to be healing. However, she also felt an unbearable crawling sensation all over her body, as if countless ants were moving beneath her skin, and she couldn't help but let out a moan tinged with a hint of pleasure. "It's a fast-acting restorative liquid with antiseptic properties. It's a bit of a waste to use it on a bitch like you... Of course, I've added a moderate concentration of aphrodisiac?" the man said, watching as the transparent liquid was quickly absorbed by Shihan's body. "It should take effect any moment now..." "Ugh?! Ugh, nnnngh..." Shihan froze for a moment, and then the unbearable itchiness in her body turned strange. Despite being naked and standing in the cool night breeze, Shihan felt as if she were in a steaming bath, her body burning with heat. Her insides felt hollow, as if crying out for something hard to fill them. Her nipples, adorned with rings, and her clitoris rapidly became engorged, trembling slightly as if desperately craving caresses. Shihan clamped her legs together, her face flushing rapidly as she tried to suppress the rising desire. However, after only a moment, her hand involuntarily reached towards her nether regions— But the man didn't let her. With a lewd grin, he picked up a wooden set of shackles and walked over, pressing Shihan down. He then locked her wrists and neck on the same horizontal plane, forcing her hands up to the sides of her face. Her perky breasts were completely exposed in front of her, and she was naturally unable to touch herself. Shihan's eyes widened, and she bit her lip, gasping for air. Seeing her like this, the man smirked and taunted her, "Does it hurt that much not being able to touch yourself, you little slut?" "N-no, that's not it!" Shihan tried to glare at him, but her eyes were already filled with a soft, powerless allure. Her words of resistance sounded more like a spoiled plea, making her face even redder. "You're not allowed to touch yourself down there either. Tonight, this bitch will properly feel just how slutty her own body is." The man's expression turned cold. He bent down, spread Shihan's legs apart, and locked her ankles to the ends of a long metal rod with shackles, forcing her legs apart. Her little hole was naturally exposed.

"Mmm, mmmph!" Shihan struggled, trying to press her legs together, desperate to escape the metal restraints. All she could manage was a mournful whimper. "Ah, and this too..." The man seemed to remember something, pulling out his terminal. He cranked Shihan's arousal to maximum and doubled her body's sensitivity, while simultaneously setting "orgasm prohibited." "Enjoy yourself," he purred, and then, astonishingly, turned and left. "Mmmph! Mmmph?!" Shihan felt an unbearable emptiness and itch erupt from her core. Her breasts swelled, her cunt immediately slicked with moisture. Her body had become so hypersensitive that even a gentle evening breeze felt like a coarse brush stimulating her skin. Every exposed nerve ending sent waves of pleasure through her, her mind a blank slate, consumed by a singular craving: more, more intense pleasure. She yearned to be filled, to be whipped, to be played with. Instinctively, she tried to reach for herself, but her hands were locked in the shackles on her neck and wrists, rendering her immobile. She let out a lewd moan, devoid of dignity, writhing her body, desperately seeking release. Yet, the chain tethering her to the post restricted her movement, allowing only small steps or a strained squat, utterly preventing her from stimulating her cunt. Time trickled by, the cool wind ceaselessly caressing Shihan's body, offering tantalizing touches that only amplified her torment, never truly satisfying her. "Mmm, mmmph—" her voice, amplified by the maxed-out arousal, echoed across the open space. She strained to appease her now debauched body, but it was futile. Saliva dripped unconsciously from her lips, forming a silver thread that fell onto her breasts. She was on the verge of tears from sheer desperation. Suddenly, Shihan's gaze fell upon the rough, wooden post. Her senses, already blurred by carnal desire, latched onto it. She lunged forward, pressing her ample breasts against the coarse surface. A wave of intense pleasure washed over her, a fleeting expression of satisfaction crossing her face as she rubbed herself against it with abandon. The clinking of her nipple rings against the wood created a crisp sound. Her fair skin quickly turned a rosy red, but Shihan was oblivious, her mind a void, consumed by the need for pleasure, more pleasure. Each time the rough wood scraped against her nipples, her aroused body convulsed with a gasp of ecstasy. But no matter how hard she rubbed, even as sweat beaded on her forehead and her chest was flushed crimson, the pleasure remained limited. Though her cunt was already dripping with lustful moisture, she couldn't reach the precipice of climax. "Mmmph—ahhh—" she cried out, her voice trembling, her eyes glazed with a bewildered haze. She arched her hips, desperately grinding against the post, utterly unconcerned with the shameful spectacle she presented. Yet, even with all her efforts, the chip in her body strictly forbade her from climaxing. The more she rubbed, the deeper the void became. Shihan felt herself teetering on the brink of madness, "Let me cum, let me cummm!" Her dignity shattered, the once proud maiden had devolved into a lustful slave, trapped in the throes of her own flesh. Her restrained limbs trembled as she smeared her [X_X] against the post, her seductive moans echoing across the clearing, begging for release. Silence answered her pleas. It seemed Shihan was destined to endure this maddening state of arousal, the extreme emptiness and unbearable itch, until morning. In less than an hour, Shihan had completely lost her mind. Her pubic mound and breasts were already raw and red. She no longer had the strength to rub against the post. The meager pleasure she had gained only intensified her suffering, her body spasming intermittently. "Climax, I want climax..." she muttered, her voice broken, unable to even faint. She could only endure the torment of her flesh alone in the cold wind...

Shi Han, standing outside the door, soon saw the guards arrive and was led away. The guard seemed satisfied, saying, "It seems the bitch has truly recognized her place. Tonight, you'll be rewarded with a good night's sleep!" With that, he took Shi Han to a courtyard and pointed to a one-meter square iron cage on the ground. "A bitch sleeps in a dog cage, of course. This is the master's grace." The cage, crudely welded from iron bars as thick as a thumb, had a piece of cotton padding at the bottom, a small mercy. Shi Han froze for a moment, then immediately knelt and struggled to squeeze inside. She knew that "a good night's sleep" wouldn't involve a normal bed, so she didn't resist. She tried to curl up into a ball within the cage, folding her legs, her breasts pressing against her thighs and deforming, just barely fitting. The guard said nothing more, locked the cage door, and turned to leave. Shi Han's body was squeezed so tightly that parts of it protruded slightly through the gaps in the bars, pressed against the cold metal. The only way to stay warm was to hug herself tightly. The cool night breeze made her shiver, and her heart was a dead wasteland. It seemed her life from now on would be entirely like a dog's. It was all because of her own stupidity that she ended up like this, but there was nothing she could do about it, right? Being a bitch wasn't so bad. When she was being trained, wasn't her lewd body constantly reaching orgasms? Tomorrow would surely bring more cruel humiliation and punishment, wouldn't it? She wasn't afraid of that... What was the difference between being raped once and a hundred or a thousand times? As long as she could survive... But could she really face the person she loved looking like this? Two streams of tears traced down Shi Han's cheeks as she lost herself in thought. Although her curled-up position was incredibly uncomfortable, her body, exhausted, drifted into a dazed sleep... In the days that followed, Shi Han endured every kind of torture and humiliation that the guards and leaders could devise. Initially, Shi Han would occasionally feel shame or resist. However, as time passed, a week, two weeks... Shi Han became a complete flesh slave, her eyes devoid of any light, obeying all commands like a walking corpse. How long had she been captured? She had long since lost count.