White Prison: The Captive Life of an Innocent School Girl

Inside a villa in Songhua Manor, a petite and adorable young girl was dressed provocatively. Her full, rounded breasts were encased in sheer black gauze, her nipples peeking through, adorned with metal butterfly pasties. Chains connected them tightly to the iron rings of her collar, distorting the tender flesh, making it slightly red and purplish. Her black and white collared mini-skirt, barely reaching her thighs, could just about cover her private parts. However, the plush tail stuffed

The welts crisscrossing her buttocks spasmed and trembled with each brutal impact and deep thrust of the thick black rod, leaving her breathless and teary-eyed, yet too afraid to cry out too loudly. Her slender waist was cinched tight by studded leather, and a collar around her neck forced her head back, so any breath she took only intensified the agony in her abdomen and back. But the housekeeper cared nothing for the bitch's suffering. Frowning, she sneered, "What's wrong today? Didn't you eat enough? Your legs are getting weaker. What good are you, you useless piece of trash?!" With that, the thin whip lashed down again, striking her full, swollen breasts so hard they seemed about to burst. Her body convulsed, and she threw her head back with a piercing moan, only to choke on the saliva pooling in her mouth. She coughed and gagged, her face contorted in pain. She dared not stop, forcing her aching, trembling legs to move, stumbling forward. But the hoof heels of her shoes forced her feet into an almost vertical position, the toes crammed into the narrow space enduring intense torment. An indescribable stinging pain made every step agonizingly slow and arduous. Her pathetic state resembled a human mare, driven forward by shame, scolding, and the lash, until exhaustion finally claimed her, and she pitched forward, collapsing onto the ground. "Clang..." The slightly slackened chain snapped taut as her body lost balance and fell, her already engorged breasts pressed forward and upward. Sweat beaded on her purplish-red skin, which seemed on the verge of tearing from the restraints at her root. "Mmmph... mmmph..." On the verge of collapse, the alluring woman struggled to lift her head, her tear-filled eyes gazing at the housekeeper's indifferent, beautiful profile. A weak, pained whimper escaped her throat, a plea for release. In response, the housekeeper abruptly tightened the reins in her hand, yanking the woman's head back to its limit. Then, she continued to whip the high-arched, spasming flesh of her buttocks, scolding, "Useless! You eat the finest feed every day, yet your tolerance is so poor. I don't know where all that nutrition goes. I should send you to the west wing to be the lowest livestock!" Tears streamed down the sexy woman's face as she desperately shook her head, begging. The housekeeper seemed to have an idea, her anger flaring. "Su Wan, that little slut, eats scraps all day, yet her tolerance and submissiveness are ten times yours. And that's not all. Think about her figure and looks, then look at yourself, a messy, filthy hole stuffed with pubic hair. Do you even deserve to be a maid in the south wing?!" Hearing the deeply insulting words, the sexy woman gritted her teeth against the burning pain in her buttocks and tried to lift her weary legs to stand and prove herself. But her rear, stretched and filled to capacity, involuntarily began to leak thin, cloudy fluid. With each continued thrust and surge of the thick black rod, it flowed uncontrollably outward, and she collapsed back to the ground like a puddle of mud, gasping heavily, trembling uncontrollably. "Even the discharge from your pussy is a hundred times less than Su Wan's!" The housekeeper, a look of utter disgust on her face, stepped off the rickshaw, unhooked the chain from the handlebars, and then yanked the woman's disheveled hair, dragging her by the breasts across the floor like trash to a corner. Next, she attached the chain hanging from the ceiling beam to the iron ring on the collar. Silently, she pressed the red button beside it. With the sound of the chain sliding, the collar, which completely encased her neck, began to slowly lift upwards. The woman's voluptuous, sexy body was forcibly pulled from the ground until the hoof heels of her shoes were level with the ground, and then it slowly stopped. Of course, it wasn't over. The housekeeper took out a key, unlocked the brass padlock on her ankles, and removed the hoof heels. "Mmmph..." The sexy woman's pretty face instantly flushed crimson. Her tear- and snot-streaked expression was filled with pain and despair. This standing position was extremely dangerous. With her arms bound tightly behind her back, her breasts were forced forward, and the weight of her entire body pressed down on her neck, completely encased by the silicone collar. She could only desperately stand on her tiptoes to slightly alleviate the pressure on her neck, managing to draw in a small amount of fresh air. But the black rods, still filling both her holes and continuing to thrust and churn, caused fluid to flow, making the ground beneath her feet slippery. This made her already trembling legs even harder to keep steady. If Su Wan were present now, her seductive eyes would surely widen in shock, for this woman being so brutally tormented was none other than the cold, arrogant, and cruel maid who had previously subjected her to endless humiliation.

A sharp crack echoed, and the whip's swing finally ceased. Su Wan's eyes welled with tears, her buttocks feeling as if they were ignited, burning with a fiery, throbbing ache. Her entire body convulsed uncontrollably, yet she dared not lower her feet. "Very good," Fang Jing leaned down, her fingertips tracing Su Wan's smooth abdomen, teasing and caressing. "This is the proper posture for a bitch. You must always remember your identity, never overstep your bounds, and never confuse etiquette, or you will face even harsher punishment and training. Do you understand?" Su Wan nodded quickly, then, as if remembering something, shuffled forward a few steps and painstakingly knelt at Fang Jing's feet, bowing her head in reverence, expressing gratitude for her punishment. "You bitches... you only behave after being beaten..." Fang Jing shook her head with a sigh, reached into her pocket, and produced keys, unlocking the gag and the restraints of the chastity harness, removing the nose hook and the serrated nipple clamps. As the latex object was expelled from her mouth, Su Wan gagged continuously, saliva flowing. When the harness and restraints loosened and fell away, her breasts regained their fullness and perkiness, appearing plump and tempting. The moment the serrated nipple clamps were removed, Su Wan's delicate eyebrows shot up. The pain brought tears to her alluring eyes; her tender nipples felt as if pierced by silver needles. The brief, sharp agony was followed by a long-awaited, exquisite pleasure. Freed from the nose hook's restraint, her innocent, youthful face finally displayed an expression of enjoyment and relief. She couldn't help but whimper, feeling as though she had received an immense favor, a secret joy blooming in her heart. But this time, Su Wan did not forget the rules. She maintained her devout, respectful, and subservient kneeling posture, awaiting orders. "You learn quickly. You are indeed the bitch the young lady has taken a liking to," Fang Jing said, stroking her head and praising her softly. "However, to become a private pet, mere obedience is not enough. You need to obtain the South Courtyard's safety quarantine certificate, the regulatory center's breeding permit, and then..." Su Wan tentatively raised her head, looking up at Fang Jing with a hint of confusion, curious about the remaining conditions. Fang Jing shook her head. "The safety quarantine certificate isn't difficult. Your appearance is still perfect, and your energy after multiple orgasms indicates no major physical issues." "The difficulty lies in the breeding permit. The South Courtyard's regulatory center is the supreme judicial body of Songhua Manor, directly answerable only to the Manor Mistress. Its power is immense." "That place is a cage of desires for livestock and bitches. They will devise a tailored testing plan based on your initial data, designed to shatter your bottom line and beliefs, to erase all human dignity. In short, it's very difficult to complete within the allotted time..." Su Wan froze, a sense of trepidation washing over her. She hadn't taken Lin Qing's previous persuasion seriously, believing that as long as she was obedient and pleased her mistress, everything would fall into place. But now, it sounded incredibly challenging. Since the regulatory center answered only to the highest authority, the staff responsible for oversight would undoubtedly be exceptionally strict and forceful, perhaps even engaging in inhumane assessments and punitive training without restraint... How could she possibly cope with these beings, more terrifying than the powerful elite? Was it truly possible to pass the assessment and obtain the permit? Would a monitored life be worse than that of livestock...? In an instant, Su Wan's drowsiness vanished. She was consumed by fear, her delicate body trembling and shrinking, her emotions becoming agitated and restless. "Don't be nervous. I just want you to be prepared in advance," Fang Jing said, raising a hand to caress her tear-streaked, pretty face. "As long as you completely adhere to the regulatory center's rules, you can leave smoothly even if you don't pass the assessment. We can then make further plans."

Su Wan couldn't resist the extreme pleasure. Her small hands instinctively reached for her crotch, but Lin Qing firmly gripped her wrists, folding them with her upper arms and sliding them into a thin, black, single-handed glove. This glove was also made of a special material, incredibly tight, its size seemingly pre-measured to perfectly encase the entire arm. The terrifying elasticity instantly tensed her muscles, and combined with the heavy pressure from the attached restraints, it created a sensation of extreme binding, as if sinking into flesh. The other limbs were treated the same way, forcefully encased in gloves that were clearly not the right size, then tightened and locked. It wasn't over yet. The chain at the top of the special gloves was also ruthlessly tightened by Lin Qing at the small of her back. Once linked and taut, they were locked again. To ensure absolute security, she gave them a firm tug. Thus, Su Wan could only kneel on all fours like a bitch, her muscles completely tensed, unable to move even her fingers and toes. She could only slightly arch her pert buttocks and sway her lower back, enduring the dual torment of the thick, robust cock and the special attire. From head to toe, there was no longer any place for her to vent. The most agonizing part was that the limb gloves were filled with small, protruding, rough particles, like a pressure plate. As her delicate body struggled and writhed, they relentlessly squeezed and stimulated her sensitive skin, igniting a strange, itchy, stinging sensation that flushed her pretty face and made her sweat profusely. The lust boiling within her surged even more powerfully, saliva dripped from the corners of her mouth, and her pink tongue panted, making her look seductive and debauched. "Drooling isn't allowed..." Lin Qing raised a delicate eyebrow, took out a leather strap with a rubber appendage in the middle from an exquisite black box, disinfected it briefly with alcohol, and then applied lubricant to the tip. Staring at the rubber appendage, which was over twenty centimeters long, Su Wan's eyes widened. Forgetting the sharp pain from the rough particles on her elbows and knees, she stumbled backward in a hurry. But she was roughly grabbed by her pigtails and forced to look up. Fang Jing reprimanded, "You shouldn't move without your master's command. As a bitch, every action is a reward for you, understand?" "Understand... understand... this bitch understands..." Su Wan begged for mercy, tears streaming down her face from the pain, and watched in despair as the slender rubber appendage slowly approached, brutally prying open her lips and teeth, propping up her palate, pressing down her tongue, and filling her entire mouth. As the rubber appendage continued to probe deeper, an intensely fishy and foul odor instantly spread, making her want to vomit. But Fang Jing forcibly held her head up, making all resistance futile. Her throat was gradually stretched and filled. The strong foreign body sensation churned her stomach, leading to violent reflux and vomiting, her nose and eyes running with tears, yet she couldn't even spit out a single hair. Lin Qing tightened and locked the leather strap behind her head, then squatted down, gazing at the pained, contorted, tender young face before her: "Don't worry, sister is applying edible lubricant to you. The fishy smell will help you adapt to your bitch identity faster..." "Mmm... mmm mmm..." Su Wan's eyes were teary, a mixture of shame and fear. She wanted to beg for mercy but could only let out a soft whimper. "Just adapt slowly." Lin Qing smiled dotingly, pulled the nose hook attached to the leather strap behind her head towards her, and inserted it into her nostrils. As the elastic rope tightened in the middle of her head, Su Wan felt her nostrils being completely stretched and lifted upwards by the nose hook, with a painful, tearing sensation. She was forced to tilt her head back, looking very much like a lewd sow awaiting judgment. Fang Jing couldn't help but exclaim, "This is how you should look." "Wuwuwu..." Su Wan's pretty face flushed with shame. She wanted to bury her head and hide, but the nose hook restricted her, forcing her to look up. Seeing the teasing in their condescending gazes, she became even more embarrassed, her inner thighs trembling slightly. Lin Qing stroked her head, stood up, and took out the last decoration from the black box: a jet-black collar. The leather had clear grain and was exquisitely crafted without any flaws. The rose gold pendant in the center was the most eye-catching, with diamonds inlaid on its four edges, pink and lustrous, sparkling brilliantly, looking exceptionally valuable. She sat back down on the wooden chair, her red lips parting slightly, "Slurp slurp slurp..."