In the basement of Rex's mansion, slender girls with delicate breasts and soft hips were shackled with cold, heavy iron shackles and imprisoned in dark slave cages. They came from different races, sexual experiences, ages, and nationalities, but here they shared a single identity: slaves who would offer their bodies at Rex's banquet in a week.
For this week, the trainers would use all manner of shameful methods to arouse the slavery within these girls, unleashing the sensuality hidden deep within women.
Even Emilia was no exception.
Although Rex had warned Emilia to retain a modicum of shame, whether she could endure seven days of lewd training depended on her.
One after another, these alluring, voluptuous women's bodies were bound by the throat and wrists and suspended from the ceiling on rolling stone shafts. Their delicate faces betrayed an indescribable shame and pain. The dreams of these girls, once treasured in the outside world or still yearning for the beauty of the city, were shattered.
The secret aphrodisiac semen is a daily food consumed by the girls, like kittens drinking water. While licking their slave food, each girl undergoing training must fully utilize her youthful advantages. Her beautiful, tender buttocks must remain in a twisting position, and her erect, taut, sexy legs must be actively spread and slightly curled, allowing the trainer behind her to perfectly view the rosy beauty of her vagina and buttocks.
While suspended, each of these alluring, snow-white bodies was trained in shame and endurance. Tickling feathers gently brushed across their delicate genitals, evoking a melodious, tingling cry that even Emilia, who had undergone countless sexual training sessions, would not recognize.
Beneath the taut, slender white legs was a tray designed to collect the girls' secretions.
If they orgasmed too many times in a day, they would be dragged out and tortured for a full half-day. The palm-sized tray only allowed the girls three orgasms per day. If they accidentally lost control of their bladder, they would be shamelessly penetrated.
Meanwhile, Emilia, enduring the itching on the brink of orgasm, exhaled sweetly, her eyes shimmering with a pink-purple intoxication. A single tickling of her clitoris and tender flesh by the feather would bring her to her fourth orgasm.
The delicate flesh between her white buttocks dripped with shameful cum, the still incredibly tight red flesh of her vagina faintly visible through the constantly opening and closing lips. The thin, snowy lips, toyed and kneaded by the trainer, trembled and begged, the sloppy juices flowing down her legs, still clad in seductive white stockings, soaking her delicate toes.
The next moment, the trainer gently inserted the feather into the beautiful vaginal opening.
"Ah, you, no, no❤❤, ah, ah, no❤..."
Her still tense legs began to struggle involuntarily, her snow-white toes tensely curled towards the soles of her feet. Emilia's charmingly slender figure began to tremble and sway, her perky white breasts swaying left and right with the twisting of her swan neck.
Emilia's trainer embraced her beautiful legs with a lewd smile, rubbing them against his nose, inhaling the fragrance of Emilia's honey.
The next moment, her knees buckled, and her plump, slender legs kicked and thrashed in the man's arms. Emilia's body twisted and then instantly collapsed.
Gazing at the gray-black ceiling, bearing the resounding orgasmic screams of the girls in the basement, Emilia used all her remaining sanity to suppress her shameful moans, transforming all her pleasure into a gushing outpouring of love juice...
Emilia, her face rosy, whimpered and panted charmingly, her beautiful eyes gleaming with shame and resentment as she looked at her trainer. Her fair, tender body was covered in bruises from the tightening of her flesh, though the slave collar around her neck shone with an alluring purple hue.
After three orgasms, her honey dish overflowed with thick, sweet juices. She knelt, her silky white legs curled up in a doggy pose of submission. Emilia flexed her fists, her long, noble, white hair spreading like white cherry blossoms. Drops of sweat on her forehead flowed down the tired curves of her eyes and onto the backs of her pretty, red earlobes.
Her tender lips parted, her nose quivered, her moist eyes tinged with shame. Her plump, rounded buttocks slowly parted towards the trainer, the trembling slit of flesh still tinged with the afterglow of orgasm. Her fair, white legs actively clasped the trainer's waist, her slender ankles gently hooked around the man's lower back, intertwining.
"Master, Master... Emilia, ready, ready..."
The man held up the dish of the girl's fragrant fluid. Emilia instinctively tried to close her eyes, but only when her lips touched the cool edge of the porcelain dish did tears of shame and anger flow.
Drop by drop, Emilia sobbed and resisted, swallowing the sacred love fluid secreted from the girl's body. Each drop of the girl's rich, white love fluid carried an alluring, shameful fragrance. Sucking her own juices was a truly shameful training for the noble Emilia. Who knows how much of the elven girl's essence had been wasted from the corners of those thin, cherry lips.
"Mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm..."
The tender, white, and firm breasts swayed slowly with the heaving, hot chest. The man's hands pressed against her slender waist, rubbing against the calluses accumulated over time.
To Emilia, the man's hands were like forbidden fruit, the tingling sensation his touch brought to her fair skin, causing her to moan involuntarily.
The rosy, flesh-colored lips revealed the sight of Emilia's vagina to the man. The two tender nipples, proudly standing on the snowy peaks, were coated in milky sweat. When the man's fingers pinched those two horny, tender, red nipples, Emilia's eyes widened.
"No, wait, this isn't part of the training. Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh..."
The girl's snow-white, tender breasts began to tremble lasciviously. A large amount of aphrodisiac and lactation potions began to take effect in Emilia's body. The lactation potion Rex had purchased could even make a girl as young as seven or eight produce milk.
The nipples of Emilia's breasts began to ooze a thick, fragrant white juice under the man's arousing fingers.
"No, no, mmm, mmm, it's so hot inside, it feels like something's about to come out, mmm, mmm..."
The collar, symbolizing her status as a sex slave, gently tightened around Emilia's neck. The slight suffocation made her sob, her face flushed. Her slender legs rubbed against the man's waist, and her hands, clutching the man's collar, seemed to be struggling. The light in her eyes was no longer one of rejection, but a plea for the man to squeeze out all the milk from her snow-white breasts faster.
The small bottle in the trainer's hand was quickly filled with Emilia's milk. With her legs wrapped around the man's waist, Emilia gradually felt herself drifting off. In just one day, she had already undergone three special training sessions.
The first was an enema; her anus was still burning and sensitive from the man's massager. The second was the soles of her feet; her white silk-wrapped toes were sucked between his lips for dozens of minutes. And now, now it was milking. And then, and then...
At this moment, the trainer frivolously and arrogantly pinched Emilia's delicate pink lips, twisting the girl's slightly naughty and stubborn face towards him. His rough fingertips massaged the soft and attractive lips, unscrupulously caressing the tenderness and beauty of the girl's beautiful lips and tender tongue.
The man's lips quickly engulfed her delicate, voluptuous little mouth, tightly sealed by his. As their mouths met, Emilia's delicate, white flesh felt tingling and softened. This man's tongue was even more deft than Rex's, easily finding the sensitive spot within her lips.
The slurping, swishing sounds of saliva lingered incessantly. From initial resistance to a passionate embrace, Emilia narrowed her eyes, trying her best to imagine the man kissing her like Natsuki Subaru.
As his plump, moist lips offered their tenderness, Emilia gently explored his mouth, letting her soft, tender tongue swirl in his saliva.
The girl's sweet, rich essence was offered to the man in a flattering manner. Amidst the girl's sobs, the man's palm guided Emilia's small hand to stroke his cock.
The erect rod, arching up a sinister curve in her lower body, had already begun to secrete its excited pre-cum from the slit of her urethra. The wrinkled flesh was covered in the fishy, thick white fluid. It had just conquered some virgin vagina, leaving a trace of virginal red, a symbol of a girl's purity and beauty.
The soft, flattering moans brought the man immense pleasure of conquest. Stroking the thick, long penis, gently grinding it against her belly, Emilia knew he couldn't enter her freely, but she felt compelled to use this friction to give him pleasure.
A delicate, pink, white hand caressed the restless male's penis, her white, tender, and juicy breasts pressed against the man's chest, two cherry-red nipples bent and twisted by the pressure of his chest. Two broad palms caressed Emilia's beautiful breasts without restraint, ignoring even the tears in the innocent and lovely girl's eyes as he continued to knead her breasts into various lewd shapes.