
Slave Girl Captivity Conditioning Manual
I met my own slave girl by chance and have been on a captive conditioning program ever since. Gradually reduced from a youthful and innocent young girl to a toy for everyone to swing, a deep-rooted slavery is cultivated in the torture of being bound and whipped over and over again. When one's mind is branded with a steel seal, one is truly called a qualified slave.
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"Mmmph," a sound emanated from a sealed cardboard box in the corner of the dungeon. I walked over to the box and slit the sealing tape with the utility knife I carried. Inside the box, the girl was curled up on her side in the cramped space, her hands bound tightly behind her waist with tape, her feet similarly wrapped. She wore only a pair of panties. Her breasts were bound front and back with tape, her mouth stuffed with her own white stockings, and a pink blindfold covered her eyes. I reached in and removed the stockings. The sheer, thin white stockings were soaked with saliva. With a flick of my wrist, I sent them to the floor. "Disgusting," I spat, glaring at the girl before me. Then, I grabbed the tape wrapped around her chest and yanked her out of the box. "Ahhh..." The girl cried out in pain as her sticky flesh was suddenly torn. Dragging her, I pulled her towards the crucifix. The girl seemed to sense what was about to happen and struggled desperately. A wave of irritation washed over me. A damned slave, daring to resist? Suddenly, a golf ball-sized sphere with multiple small holes flew towards Asuka's eyes. It was then thrown into Asuka's mouth, and from the next moment, what extended from both ends of the ball, like a buckled strap, was securely fastened to the back of Asuka's head. (Wh-what is this, I can't get it off...) Asuka tried to dislodge the ball with her tongue, but it couldn't be removed due to the strap being tightly secured behind her head. Jangle, jangle... "Waaah!" (Ngh, you're kidding... another new one...) Before Asuka stood a new type of monster. A monster in the form of a woman, with handcuffs on her hands in front of her body, a gag in her mouth, and shackles on both feet, turned towards Asuka. And then-- Thump! Clang! Grumble grumble!! "Ngh!?" (No!?) From the monster's hands, iron shackles were fired. One after another, the shackles were placed on Asuka's limbs. "Ngh, ngh!!" (So, my hands and feet... ngh, I can't move...) Then, from each shackle, something like a chain extended, connecting her hands and feet together. As a result, Asuka's movement was restricted. Anqi writhed on the ground like a caterpillar, her slender legs kicking frantically, but the ropes' embrace rendered her efforts futile. The soles of her feet were being tickled by my relentless scratching, and the gag was too large for Anqi's small mouth, leaving a significant portion exposed. Her mouth was stretched open, unable to close properly, and saliva continuously dripped from its corners. The first round of play was merely an appetizer; the real training was just beginning. I reached out and removed Anqi's gag. The moment the saliva ball was taken away, the saliva filling her mouth couldn't help but gush out. Because Anqi was lying on the ground, the saliva flowed down her neck and pooled at the back of her head. "So disgusting." Normally, Anqi would have retorted with a sharp remark, but now she was like a docile kitten, lying down, ready to be slaughtered. Anqi had been preliminarily broken. The seed of subservience, once cultivated, would spread like wild vines. "Now, let me explain the rules. First, I'll have the madam bite this ball, as red as a clown's nose." "Mhm!" The clown pushed the ball tightly, the strap at the back of his head secured. I couldn't help but moan, my body trembling, as the clown's face looked down at me with amusement. "Then, the key will be locked into the buckle of the strap." "Mhm!?" A clicking sound came from the back of my head as weight was added to the strap. It felt like I was being locked with a padlock. "The time limit is one minute. I'll give the key to the madam. If she can find the real one and free herself from the bridle beautifully, the wife wins, and I'll honestly leave this house. If she loses..." "Mhm...?" "You will allow me to restrain your wife." As if by magic, a large amount of rope spilled from the clown's hands, and I moaned again, almost stumbling backward. Don't be afraid. Only I can protect my daughters...! "Now, let's begin!" "Mhm!?" The clown gave me twenty keys, more than enough. To find the real one in just one minute...! "Are you awake, Doctor?" "Mmm? Mmm, mmm!?" Before the Doctor stood the Assistant. Then, the Doctor noticed what had happened to their body. "My, Doctor slept so cutely, I couldn't help myself..." "Mmm! Mmm, mmm!" That's right, the Doctor's body was restrained with tape. Wrists twisted behind their back, their chest, as if rolled up, their upper and lower body, knees, and ankles were all mercilessly bound. Furthermore, their mouth was also wrapped with tape. The Doctor began to struggle desperately, trying to escape the restraints. "Even so, this camera is really convenient~" "Uwah! Mmm, mmm!" It seemed the Assistant, based on what happened last night, had used packing tape to restrain the Doctor's body without mercy. The Doctor continued to struggle and moan. "Well then, Doctor, I should be going to school soon. Please untie yourself later." "Mmm, mmm, mmm!" "I'm leaving now." "Mmm, mmm!" Without any regard for the Doctor's pleading voice, the Assistant left for school. The Doctor's position was reversed from last night.