Chapter 3 Prologue (3)

My lady said that you, a nerd, will roll over before 12 o'clock. What time is it now? You piglet, you won't be fooling around at the door, don't splash your dirty juice onto my carpet

The eldest lady's silver bell-like voice was like a dagger, instantly piercing my eardrum, and she was stunned for a moment

After a dazed moment, I quickly pushed open the door gently, lowered my head and walked slowly towards the eldest lady. The metal ring on my neck symbolized the identity of a slave hurt me, but I didn't dare to look up because her eyes were sharper than the neck ring.

Take it off quickly, she was obviously a little impatient

I had to take off my school uniform carefully, fold it and put it on the carpet at my feet; I had another outfit, but it was a bit worn. If I wore that one, I might be ridiculed by how I could be ridiculed if I wore it that way.

Why don't you take off your underwear? Don't you understand my order? She stood up, turned around and walked towards me, taking a very small step, and lace stockings gently stepped on the blanket, making a small depression; but I felt

I felt that her feet were not on the carpet, but on my throat rhythmically, making me unable to breathe

Finally, she walked to me. The difference between us was less than 3 meters, but I felt that these 3 meters were like the ends of the earth.

Finally, she walked up to me and leaned over to look at me who was already shorter than her and bowed.

She stared at my fig leaf that had few stains but had already been pilled and yellowed, and kicked my knee with her slender right calf: Take off the rag quickly!

I didn't dare to neglect, so I had to take off my old underwear and put it aside, for fear of provoking this little ancestor again

When I was about to get up, an external force pulled the back of my neck and led me to the carved wooden chair of the young lady. Before I could recover, another thrust pressed me on the chair. I was about to raise my head, but I was pressed down again. I was not allowed to raise my head! The young lady's order was short and I could not violate it.

She picked up a piece of rag from the carpet behind her, and the rag was covered with thick and wet liquid; she covered my eyes with rag, and found a rope from somewhere to tie my hands and feet.

I felt the fishy smell of the rag penetrated into every hole in my body. Fortunately, Lao Zamao didn't feed me much supper, otherwise I would have vomited it out long ago; but the fishy smell still made me retching.

But after a while of dry retching, I smelled a trace of familiarity from it, as if it was a mark engraved in the depths of my memory, but I couldn't remember it for a while

I seemed to be trapped in an abyss, with only another breathing sound left in the air. The breathing sound was very fast and thick. It must not be from the eldest lady. Maybe it was another slave just now. I couldn't help but sympathize with the same miserable guy. After a while, a crisp complaint came from a distance: It's so stinking and dirty that I shouldn't touch the rag. I guess the eldest lady regretted that she had tied the rag with her hands.

Another infinite silence and panting sound. After being tied by a rope, blindfolded by rags, and covered my nostrils, the sound in my ears was infinitely amplified, and darkness and fear eroded my deep love; the panting sound must be one

Adult male, maybe the gardener of the eldest lady, always cut out works that do not match the eldest lady's aesthetics, and then there was a rag on his head... Countless thoughts flashed through my mind, and I felt a little disgusted and stopped quickly.

think

I tried my best to close my ears and cut off the sounds outside. I wanted to fall asleep, but the strong breath in my breath made my sense of touch and hearing more sensitive, the neck ring on my neck and the ankles on my wrists.

The rope hurts me; I silently count my heartbeat to judge the passing time, and hope to come early with dawn, but from the time I was put on the rag to now, my heart has only beaten 600 times at most

Your piglet is much smaller than the pig dick over there. It is covered with skin in front, and the balls are much smaller. Little piglet, you are not dysplasia, right? I finally heard the voice of the young lady in front of me. I felt something soft touched my urethra, and there was a clear touch of the yarn; the yarn should be the young lady's lace stockings, I tried my best to comfort myself

The young lady's little foot suddenly exerted force, stepped on my cock towards my belly button, and then pulled it down hard, trying to push away my foreskin; I was stimulated by the fishy smell and felt that my cock was about to be torn to pieces, slightly sticking to the glans's bag

The skin was pulled away from the glans in an instant

Then the young lady's little foot stepped on the glans that I had just declared independent, and kept rubbing it with her toes through her socks. The glans that had just been independent was so sensitive, and under the strengthening of the fishy smell,

I seemed to be shocked by electric shock; before I could recover from the electric shock, my two toes with gauze stomped on my two eggs and rubbed them savagely

After rubbing slowly for a while, I suddenly stepped down. After the soft balls were tortured like this, the pain spread quickly from outside to inside.

After stepping on the foot, the lady suddenly stopped her feet and left me. I felt the rope under her feet looser. I tentatively moved my legs, and the rope slid down with the flow.

Is it over? At this time, I am still lucky

Another force grabbed my tied hand and threw me straight ahead; I had just experienced the destruction of my lower limbs and staggered forward, and what greeted me was not a hard floor tiles or carpet, but a tight body full of edges and corners, and a hot meat pillar on the bridge of my nose.

Is it Mr. Gardener?

A thought suddenly flashed through my mind, Zeus and Ganimetus, did Clara want me to...

While I was thinking about it, my right hip was suddenly stepped on by the lady. I felt so painful that my waist was thrust up and screamed. Then another force pressed the back of my head, pressed me to the right, just opened my mouth.

Stuffed to the meat pillar; the front end of the meat pillar seemed like an apple, and there was a lot of viscous liquid on the apple; another force was vertically down from the back of my head, and the meat pillar stretched out my mouth, my chin was a little dislocated, and some mucus sprayed into my throat.

After I swallowed the meat pillar, the young lady let go of the hand that suppressed me and untie the rag that had been wrapped around my head for a long time. I quickly tried to spit out the meat pillar and sat up.

My spirit was a little dazed, the mucus in my mouth was full of stimulation, making me unable to think, awakening my male instinct as an animal. The penis under my crotch was so hard that it hurt, as if it gathered a force and was about to vent it out

The young lady untied the rope that had been tied to the back of my hand for a long time, kicked the joints of my legs with her calf, allowing me to climb onto Mr. Gardener's body

My bound body was finally liberated, and desire drove me to turn and pounce on the lady behind me. I knew it was a disaster, but now I just wanted to vent my desires on the lady; sadly, what was greeted was just an electric shock from the neck ring. This time I fell on Mr. Gardener's strong thigh, my body was unable to struggle, and only my penis was still firm.

This lady is going to rest, so you two pigs should be with each other. The lady turned around and left, still so elegant and graceful. As the lady left, the electric shock stopped as she left.