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Wei Ying felt something between her legs, a ghost of lingering touch like her fingers had strayed from where they clutched the steel pole. They hadn’t.
She glanced around the train car. There was no one close to her. No one was even looking at her. She took out her phone to distract herself, but there touch was again, a little more firm this time.
What was going on? It felt like a thumb rubbing over her clit. She clamped her lips shut tight so she wouldn’t moan out loud. It felt like two fingers pinch her clit and then rolled it around. Fuck, it felt so good. What was happening to her? Wei Ying’s clit wasn’t very large. She’d never even done this to herself. She usually just rubbed herself off as well as she could by manipulating the clit hood.
That wasn’t as satisfying as the stories made it out to be.
Whatever it was flicked back and forth over her clit like a feather, making her squeeze her eyes shut tight and moan out loud.
“Are you all right, dear?” and old woman sitting near her asked.
The ghost thumb rubbed her clit. Fuck, she was going to come right here on the train. Right in front of this woman and everyone.
Wei Ying clenched her teeth. “Fine, fine, Popo. I ... uh ... just got my latest test grades.” She held up her phone with one hand and clutched the pole for dear life with the other.
“I’m sure you’re doing find, dear,” the old woman told her, kindly. “No need for dramatics.”
“Of ... of course not, Popo,” Wei Ying gritted out even as her orgasm rolled through her body hard, making her spasm and tremble for the first time. Her thighs clenched tight. Her panties were soaked. She was so grateful she was wearing stockings today.
The touch didn’t stop. What the ... it was soft now, almost soothing, but it wasn’t gone. Her cheeks heated as it became stronger again. She’s never had more than one orgasm in a session in her life. Her own efforts could take more than an hour assuming they achieved anything at all.
She’s never orgasmed with another person.
Now, here she was on a train, in public, being forced to orgasm by a ghost or something. She didn’t even believe in ghosts!
Whatever it was pinched her clit again and then rolled it between two fingers, quickly bringing her to another orgasm. The next stop could not come soon enough. She could feel her pussy juices soaking her thighs.
Her legs were still quaking when it started again, pinching, rubbing. She pocketed her phone so she could clutch the pole with both hands and lean her cheek against the cool metal.
Popo muttered, “These teens, so dramatic.”
Wei Ying wanted to say something, but what? I’m being ghost fucked? By an amazing ghost who is actually giving me orgasms?
The skilled fingers pulled another orgasm out of her, so strong she nearly collapsed and she was pretty sure she peed herself. Her stockings were soaked and there was cunt slick in her low tops.
“Are you alright?” a warm voice asked. Strong arms helped steady her.
The pressure on her clit was back to being light, soothing, almost like it was rubbing against a satiny sheet. Wei Ying turned to see the most beautiful, elegant woman she’d ever seen. Wei Ying could only imagine what she looked like, her lips bitten and eyes full of tears.
“The poor child got a bad test grade,” Popo offered.
“Mnh,” the woman said. “I will help her.”
The train lurched to a stop and the woman supported and guided her down the platform to a restroom. There she rested Wei Ying against a sink and then locked the door behind them.
Wei Ying was so grateful. She couldn’t even think enough to be embarrassed.
The beautiful woman took Wei Ying’s scarf off, then shoved her jean jacket down over her arms before lifting her up to sit on the sink.
“What?”
She quickly looped Wei Ying’s scarf back around her neck in a slipknot and pulled it tight. “Name?”
“What? What the fuck! Let me out of here!”
She took a device from her coat pocket and held it up. It was simple, like a small remote control with one button. She pressed the button with her thumb.
Wei Ying gasped. The pressure on her clit was back. “You! Ugh, fuck, fuck!”
She lifted her thumb. “Name?”
“Fuck you, lady!”
She let go of the scarf long enough to slam the heel of her hand against the button. Wei Ying screamed, doubling over in pain. The elegant lady calmly waited for her to sit up again. Wei Ying was mortified to feel tears streaming down her cheeks.
“Name?”
“Wei Ying.”
She gently caressed the button with her thumb and pulled the scarf tight with her other hand. “Pretty A-Ying will be coming with me.”
“The fuck I will!”
She pressed down on the button hard, painful, but also good. “This device has no distance limit, nor does it rely on line-of-sight.”
Wei Ying whimpered. The woman rubbed her thumb back and forth. Wei Ying shut her thighs tight against it, but what could she do? The touch was still there. “Please.”
“Sweet A-Ying is mine now. You will follow the rules or you will be punished.” She flicked her thumb over the button. “If A-Ying is good, she will be rewarded.”
Wei Ying groaned, hating how amazing it felt.
“Will A-Ying be a good girl?”
“Yes,” Wei Ying ground out.
The woman smiled, a barely there quirk of her lips. “Follow.” Letting go of the scarf, she led Wei Ying out to her car.
It was a conservative, but expensive BMW. Wei Ying knew cars and that one had a v8 engine. It could go from 0-60 in three seconds and had a top speed of 190.
The woman settled Wei Ying in the passenger seat, her jacket still trapping her arms behind her. She used Wei Ying’s scarf to tie her neck to the headrest in a move that was absolutely not safety approved.
“You’ve left my legs free, jiejie,” Wei Ying warned her.
“A-Ying will be a good girl or she will be punished.”
They drove.
“Yeah, I’m not really a good girl,” Wei Ying chattered at her. “Ask anyone. Ask all my friends. I have tons of friends, hundreds, thousands! And they will all be looking for me. All of them, bitch.”
“A-Ying will be polite.” The woman took the remote from her pocket and ran her thumb over it, making Wei Ying groan. Then she slipped it into her generous cleavage. The soft, silky skin of her breasts felt decadent against Wei Ying’s clit.
Wei Ying knew she should be looking out the window and memorizing their route, but she couldn’t take her eyes off her captor. “Why? Why me?”
“Wei Ying is beautiful and should be taken care of.”
“I can take care of myself.”
“Can you?”
Which was harsh, but fair. Wei Ying was recently homeless, having been kicked out by her foster mother when she turned 18. She was between employers right now and couch surfing. Yeah, she probably did need looking after, but this was not it.
“But, you’re a pretty jiejie. Surely you could seduce anyone you want. I mean if you’d asked nicely, I’d have gotten a cup of coffee with you.”
“Desire A-Ying. As mine.”
“What are you going to do with me?”
“A-Ying will want for nothing.”
“And if I want my freedom?” She looked around. They were driving out of the city now.
“A-Ying does not know what she wants.”
“I know I don’t want to be tied up and forced to orgasm and ... not non-consensually anyway. Consent is sexy, jiejie.”
“A-Ying likes this.”
“What? No! No, I do not like this. Look, let me out here and I’ll hitch a ride back home. I won’t say anything to anyone about you. I promise. Really, I promise.”
Jiejie hummed. “If A-Ying is willing to do something as dangerous as hitchhike, she needs a minder.”
“That was not what you were supposed to get out of that.” She struggled, but it only pulled the scarf tighter around her throat. Tears slipped down her cheeks. “Please, Jiejie.”
“I will take good care of A-Ying.”
That seemed to be the end of the discussion. Wei Ying couldn’t think of anything more to say. More tears slipped down her cheeks and she couldn’t even wipe them away. Learning her cheek against the window, she let the cool of the glass sooth her a little.
They pulled up to a cute, stone house in the suburbs, the neighbors close enough to see and know, but not close enough to hear any screams. Wei Ying swallowed hard looking at it.
“Jiejie, take me home, please. I’m scared.”
“Wei Ying has nothing to fear.” Jiejie got out of the car and came around to the passenger side. Wei Ying considered kicking her, but it wouldn’t accomplish anything. Still, was she just going to meekly go inside to her death?
Jiejie got her out of the car and used a strong arm around her shoulders to march her inside. Wei Ying tried to lock her legs, but Jiejie pulled the scarf around Wei Ying’s throat tight, making her cough and choke.
“What do you have in there?” Wei Ying asked as loudly as she could. Maybe a neighbor would hear her. “Bodies? Buried bodies? Does Jiejie keep her dead husbands in the basement? Dead wives? Spouses?”
Jiejie wrestled her through the door.
The inside of Jiejie’s house was spare, the walls painted a blue so light it was almost white. No pictures. No decoration. The hallway opened into a modern kitchen with a midnight blue corian counter. The sink was integrated - no seams.
There were two doors. One had a window that looked out into the backyard. Obviously the murderous backyard where all the bodies were buried. The other was painted incongruously, garishly black. It opened to reveal a stairway that descended into the basement.
“No! No, fuckin’ no!” Wei Ying kicked and screamed. Fought. Flung herself around until Jiejie slammed her head into the counter hard enough to knock her out.
Wei Ying woke reclining in a padded chair. Her vision was still fuzzy, but glancing around, everything looked severely white, plastic, sterile. To her right, Jiejie sat at a glass and steel desk. She’d swapped out her peacoat for a white, medical one, like a mad scientist. The remote sat beside her hand on the desk.
“Jiejie?” Wei Ying slurred. She tried to move, but her neck and arms were strapped to the chair. Her feet were locked into stirrups. She snapped alert. “Is this a frickin’ gyno chair?” Thrashing, she only managed to prove to herself she couldn’t get loose.
Standing, Jiejie very calmly walked over and covered Wei Ying’s eyes with her palm.
Wei Ying whimpered.
“Rule 3, no found language,” Jiejie said. “Wei Ying must learn to follow the rules.”
“You’re a fuckin’ psycho.”
“Rule 2, Wei Ying will be polite at all times.”
“The hell I will.”
Jiejie slammed the heel of her hand down on the remote. Wei Ying screamed, trying to curl protectively around herself, but the straps wouldn’t let her.
“Wei Ying will follow the rules or Wei Ying will be punished.”
“Please, please, please stop,” Wei Ying sobbed.
Taking out a recorder, Jiejie turned it on and set it on the table. “Day one, examination,” she said. She pulled a stainless steel try of implements over. “We will begin by administering a sedative.”
“Please, no.”
Jiejie measured a liquid into the hypodermic needle and then injected it into Wei Ying’s neck. It only took a few minutes to make Wei Ying woozy. Meanwhile, she used a penlight to look into Wei Ying’s eyes. Wei Ying tried to bite her fingers, but she wasn’t coordinated enough.
Jiejie held up three fingers. “How many fingers do you see?”
“Fuck you, lady,” Wei Ying slurred out.
“Rule 2, Wei Ying will be polite at all times. Rule 3, no foul language. Wei Ying will be punished for each infraction, sometimes immediately, other times collectively at a time of my choosing.”
Wei Ying whimpered.
Jiejie held up her fingers again.
“Three, I think.”
“Note that subject shows signs of a concussion.”
“It’s your fault.”
Taking a pair of scissors from the tray, Jiejie cut vertically through the center of Wei Ying’s black crop top.
“Hey!”
She pulled the sides apart. “Subject has small, but perky breasts. Estimated A cup. Her nipples are tiny and pink. Cute.”
“Jiejie!”
“We will attempt to enlarge them to a C cup and lengthen the nipples.”
“Who the fuck is we?” Wei Ying thrashed again as much as she could, her movements sluggish.
“Rule 3, no foul language,” Jiejie reminded her. She grasped Wei Ying’s little breasts and manipulated them.
“No, no!”
“Sensitivity seems low,” she said for the recorder. “Further testing required.”
Taking the scissors again, Jiejie removed Wei Ying’s low tops and cut off her stockings all the way to mid-thigh, leaving the rest of them dangling around her legs. “Subject is not tall, but has shapely legs. Requires a pedicure.”
“Yeah, do I need a manicure too?”
“How much you will use your hands remains to be seen.”
“What the fuck does that mean?”
“No foul language.”
“Fuck your rules. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!” she screamed at the ceiling.
“No shouting,” Jiejie told her. “Be polite.” Using the scissors, Jiejie cut away the rest of Wei Ying’s stockings and her cotton panties, which were still soaked through from her orgasms. “Subject’s genitals require hair removal.” Grasping the pubic hair between Wei Ying’s legs, Jiejie yanked.
“Ow, fuck! What? No!”
“Hair will be removed before the examination continues.”
“Don’t you dare! Don’t you fuckin’ dare!”
Jiejie didn’t even remind her not to use foul language. She spread Wei Ying’s legs wide and pulled up a stool between them. Using a pair of clippers, she shortened all of Wei Ying’s pubic hair. “How many sexual partners has Wei Ying had?”
“None of your fuckin’ business.”
Jiejie fetched her shaving supplies, including a bowl of warm water, a towel, shaving foam, and a straight razor. “Don’t move,” Jiejie told her as she began to shave Wei Ying’s pussy.
“Are you sure about this? What if you cut me?”
“I will not if Wei Ying does not move.” Slowly, methodically, Jiejie removed all the pubic hair, leaving Wei Ying’s pussy smooth and pink. She used lotion to further soften the skin.
Wei Ying stifled a moan. It felt baby soft.
Jiejie continued her examination. “Labia majora is well developed, but labia minora is slightly short. Clitoral hood is thick. Removal recommended.”
“Wait! No, no, no, no!”
Jiejie lifted the hood. “Clitoris not visible.” She grabbed the remote on her desk. Rubbing her thumb over the button on the remote, she observed as Wei Ying squirmed and moaned. “Clitoris present and sensitive, despite not being visible. Underdeveloped. Enlargement necessary.” Jiejie glanced at the remote, then back at Wei Ying. She deliberately licked the button, flickering it with her tongue.
“Jiejie!”
“Sensitivity increase necessary as well.”
“Increase?”
“Does Wei Ying orgasm often?”
”All the time! Lots and lots!”
“Do not lie.”
“Who says I’m lying? Huh?”
Jiejie stared at her before continuing. She used a speculum next. Cold. Just opening it a little made Wei Ying groan in pain.
“Wei Ying is a virgin,” Jiejie pronounced.
“I … look, I’ve got other things to do, OK?” Wei Ying defended.
“Wei Ying’s lack of experience pleases me. It is easier if Wei Ying does not need to unlearn bad habits.”
“Bad habits? What the fuck? I am impossible to train, OK? I’m a bad apple. All my teachers hate me. My foster mother hates me. Most of the people who know me hate me. Give up now, because I’m not worth your time.”
“Wei Ying has only known fools.” Jiejie removed the speculum. Using a foot pedal, she raised the table slightly. Her long fingers parted Wei Ying’s ass cheeks.
”Wait! No, no, no!”
Jiejie pumped several dollops of lube onto her fingers and used them to feel around the rim of Wei Ying’s asshole.
“That is out only bitch!” Wei Ying tried to clench her ass, but the sedative made squeezing her muscles difficult.
Jiejie ignored her. She slid a finger inside, feeling around. Wei Ying moaned. “Wei Ying shows signs of being receptive to anal play.”
“What? No!”
Jiejie took a thin, silicone device covered in little bumps from the tray and slathered it in lube, then inserted it in Wei Ying’s ass. It went in easily. Then she turned it on. Strong vibrations wracked Wei Ying’s body.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” Wei Ying chanted. Her pussy dripped.
Jiejie played with the vibrator for a few minutes. That’s all it took for Wei Ying to come. “Wei Ying enjoys anal play,” Jiejie said, smugly.
“I don’t. I don’t,” Wei Ying chanted. “I’m normal. I am. I’m not a freak.” Tears leaked down the sides of her face.
Jiejie stood. “Wei Ying’s responsiveness will be tested over a twelve hour period.” She tipped the table up until Wei Ying was at a 45 degree angle, pussy facing up. She pushed the stirrups back until Wei Ying’s legs were folded back frog-like to give her access to Wei Ying’s pussy and ass. “After this test, Wei Ying will be punished for her infractions.”
“What are you doing? Please, please, please stop.”
Jiejie wheeled over a machine. “This will test Wei Ying’s ability to orgasm through conventional means. Other erogenous zones may be discovered later.”
Wei Ying whimpered. Two cups covered her breasts. A vibrator attached under her clitoral hood. Two probes were inserted, one in her pussy and the other in her ass. Jiejie flipped a switch. The cups around her breasts began to pulse.
“I will see Wei Ying in twelve hours.”
“Don’t leave!” Wei Ying begged. “Don’t leave me alone!”
The door at the top of the stairs closed. Wei Ying rested her head back and sobbed. She howled her anger. She tried to thrash as the pulsing around her breasts stopped and the vibrator against her clit started, but she was bound too tightly to the chair and the sedative was still in her system.
Maybe if she looked around, she could find something to help her escape. To her left was a large cabinet. Through the glass doors she could see medical equipment and various bottles. Probably where the sedative came from. It had three locks. Under it were four steel drawers, each one with its own lock. The floor, what she could see of it, was tile and there was a shower in the corner.
Against the right wall was a wooden machine with manacles above it. The seat was a triangle with a steel strip at the top. It looked horrifically painful.
The only other thing in the room was Jiejie’s desk. There was a lock on each drawer.
Fuck, she was so tired.
The vibrator against her clit turned off and the one in her pussy turned on. She just wanted it to end.
Letting people between her legs was something she did because it was expected. It was how dates ended. After some wine and maybe weed, some guy put his dirty fingers, often with ragged fingernails, in her cunt and she faked an orgasm as soon as she figured it was believable. Then she sucked him off and he went on his way. Usually they didn’t call again. The few times she’d dated people other than men, they usually got frustrated with Wei Ying’s inability to orgasm. She would assure them it was fine, normal. Then, she’d get them off and they wouldn’t call again.
Wei Ying had experienced more orgasms in the last twelve hours than with any other person.
The vibrator in her ass turned on. Wei Ying jerked. That actually felt good. What did that mean, she was “anally oriented”? What kind of girl liked it up the ass? What was wrong with her?
Fuck, she was tired. As good as it felt, as invasive, as dirty - she was too tired to enjoy it. Her head lolled to the side. Blinking, she tried to keep her eyes open, but each time they closed, it seemed longer and longer before they opened again, until she finally passed out.
Wei Ying woke when Jiejie returned to unhook her from the machine. Starting her recorder, she said, “Day two examination: Wei Ying did not orgasm during the night. Her lack of sensitivity will need to be rectified.”
“Jiejie?” Wei Ying croaked out.
Jiejie fed her some water.
“Jiejie, I’m cold.”
“The temperature will be increased.”
“Or maybe some clothes?” Wei Ying asked hopefully.
“Clothes would be an impediment to testing.”
Wei Ying shuddered. “Jiejie,” she said, trying to sound coy, “let me go and I’ll make you feel so good. I’ll give you so many orgasms, and then I’ll be out of your hair. You don’t want me. I’m trouble. I’m bad at everything. I won’t tell anyone about this, I promise.”
Jiejie grasped Wei Ying’s chin. “Wei Ying is not trouble. Wei Ying will be perfect.” Then she inserted a gag into Wei Ying’s mouth and buckled it around her head. It was shaped like a pacifier, with a ball shoved past Wei Ying’s lips. Wei Ying began sucking on it. It tasted like cherry cola, Wei Ying’s favorite drink.
Jiejie once again pulled up a stool between Wei Ying’s legs. She has a clear tube in her hand that she inserted - Wei Ying jerked as it entered her urethra, but Jiejie’s steady hand kept it from coming loose. As soon as the tube began to fill with urine, Jiejie clamped it off. “Wei Ying will be allowed to vacate twice a day,” Jiejie told her, “if she is good.”
Standing, she unscrewed the pacifier bulb from Wei Ying’s gag and pushed a tube into her mouth. It was attached to a bag that tasted of strawberry.
“Wei Ying will have breakfast and then be punished for her infractions. Wei Ying has 20 minutes to consume her entire meal.”
Immediately, Wei Ying shoved her tongue into the tube to stop it from flowing. What if it was poisoned or something. But she was so fucking hungry. Soon, she gave in. It didn’t taste bad. In fact, it tasted like the smoothies she purchased in the mornings on the way to her shitty job of the week.
Jiejie flipped on a light, illuminating the wall opposite Wei Ying’s chair. It was covered from ceiling to floor in rules. Have good posture. Do not waste food. No speaking without permission. They went on and on. “Wei Ying will be responsible for memorizing and following these rules.”
Wei Ying shook her head. How could she follow all of that? She wasn’t good at following rules at the best of times. That’s why her foster mother hated her. Also her school teachers and all of her bosses. She was a rule breaker, a miscreant, a fuck up.
Jiejie stroked the side of Wei Ying’s face and kissed her forehead. “Wei Ying will learn to be good.”
Wei Ying shook her head, but dutifully finished her breakfast. Jiejie withdrew the tube and screwed back in the pacifier. “Wei Ying may bite down as hard as she desires.” From the second metal drawer, Jiejie retrieved a flexible bamboo cane. “Wei Ying will receive one lash for each infraction, 18 in total. They will be administered to the inside of the thighs.”
Wei Ying screamed behind her gag.
Jiejie ignored her histrionics. She laid out 9 evenly spaced lines of fiery pain on each of Wei Ying’s thighs. By the end, Wei Ying was sobbing so hard, she could barely breathe.
Jiejie tipped her up nearly vertically and tenderly cleaned her face of the tears and snot using a damp cloth. “Wei Ying must learn to be good.” Then she injected Wei Ying with another sedative before unstrapping her from the table.
Wei Ying whined. After so long strapped down and with the sedative in her system, all she could do was flop forward into the woman’s arms. Jiejie walked her around the room before taking her over to the shower and opening the tube to allow her to pee. Then she scrubbed Wei Ying down with a gentle hand. After drying Wei Ying off, Jiejie walked her back over to the chair and strapped her down again.
Picking up the recorder, Jiejie said, “I will administer the medication to enlarge and sensitize Wei Ying’s breasts. Her nipples will be stretched manually. “Wei Ying could only watch as Jiejie put on her heavy rubber gloves, then took a bottle from the locked cabinet. She poured the tingly liquid over Wei Ying’s breasts and massaged it in. Then she retrieved two - what were those? Thumbscrews? They were about an inch long with a screw at the top. Wei Ying screamed as Jiejie applied one to each nipple, stretching them away from her breasts.
“Shhh,” Jiejie soothed and kissed her cheek. “When Wei Ying is more sensitive, she will enjoy having her nipples played with.” Wei Ying shook her head frantically, but Jiejie just smiled.
Wei Ying didn’t like her nipples. They looked like bug bites on her chest and her dates always wanted to pinch them, which hurt. Not good hurt, irritating hurt. When she’d told the first guy, that one in high school, to stop, he’d told her she didn’t mean it. All girls liked it, he said. Don’t be frigid.
Jiejie spread Wei Ying’s legs wide again. The insides of her thighs ached. They burned. It hurt, but it also felt warm in a way she didn’t want to admit to. Her pussy was wet. She tried to stop it, but for whatever fucked up reason, her pussy didn’t get the message.
“Wei Ying reacts positively to pain,” Jiejie said into her recorder.
More tears slipped down Wei Ying’s cheeks.
“I will now remove the clitoral hood to better expose the clitoris.” Jiejie removed Wei Ying’s gag. Wei Ying tried to scream, to jerk away as Jiejie replaced it with a clear mask, administering anesthesia, but Wei Ying felt so tired. So defeated.
Would it be so bad to actually have a working clitoris?
Anesthesia flowed through the mask, putting Wei Ying to sleep.
Over the next few days Wei Ying slept a lot. Everything seemed to blend together. Jiejie hand fed her, washed her, gave her pain medication that made her loopy and sleepy.
When she finally emerged from her haze, Jiejie was saying into the recorder, “Day 18. Subject’s stitches have been removed.”
“18?” Wei Ying croaked out.
Jiejie got her some water and poured it slowly in her mouth. ”Would Wei Ying like to see?”
“See?”
Wei Ying was still woozy. Jiejie stood her up from the chair and supported her as they walked over to the full-length mirror. She looked … different. Her breasts were definitely a bit bigger and the skin looked slightly irritated. Her nipples were longer. Then she looked between her legs. She looked so smooth, just a slit there between puffy lips.
“Soon Wei Ying’s clit will stick out at all times,” Jiejie told her. “The slightest breeze will arouse Wei Ying.”
“I …”
Jiejie walked her back over to the chair. “Won’t Wei Ying enjoy receiving pleasure?”
Wei Ying was at a loss for words.
Jiejie strapped Wei Ying back in. Then she checked on the progress of Wei Ying’s breast development and nipple length before rubbing something tingly into her breasts and applying those awful nipple stretchers.
”Please, Jiejie,” Wei Ying begged, “not those. Don’t you want to be nice to your Wei Ying?”
“Rule 14, bear discomfort with grace.”
“Ow, ow, Jiejie! This is more than - it hurts!”
Jiejie smacked the side of one of her breasts, smashing it into the other, making the nipple stretchers bounce painfully. “Bear discomfort with grace.”
“Yes, Jiejie,” Wei Ying whispered, tears slipping down her cheeks.
Jiejie kissed her forehead. “Good girl.” Pulling up a stool, Jiejie sat between Wei Ying’s thighs and spread her puffy lips. “Wei Ying’s clit is so small.” She took a hypodermic needle from her tray of instruments and filled it from a glass bottle, tapping on the barrel to eliminate any bubbles.
“What’s that? Where are you putting that?”
Jiejie ignored her, sliding the needle straight into Wei Ying’s clit, injecting the caustic liquid.
Wei Ying screamed. “It hurts! It hurts! Take it out!”
Jiejie patted Wei Ying’s thigh to sooth her, before lifting Wei Ying’s legs, exposing her further. “I will administer pain medication. It will make Wei Ying sleepy.”
Jiejie’s favorite way to administer pain medication, as far as Wei Ying could tell, was via suppository. It worked quickly, for which Wei Ying was grateful. Soon, she drifted off to sleep.
She woke the next ... whatever it was to the gag being inserted in her mouth again. She was fed, the same strawberry smoothie thing, and then given the pacifier.
Jiejie sat between Wei Ying’s legs again, but this time to work on her feet. First, she methodically removed the calluses with a pumice stone while humming a haunting tune. Satisfied, she rubbed lotion into Wei Ying’s feet and legs. Finally, she took her time clipping Wei Ying’s toenails and painting them vibrant red.
Standing, she announced, “We will dress Wei Ying today.”
Dress? Yes, finally, clothes! Maybe if she was wearing something they could go outside and if they did, she could call for help.
Jiejie took a pair of stiff, see-through boots from one of the steel drawers. They had a heel so high, Wei Ying would be forced to walk on the tips of her toes, if she could walk at all.
Wei Ying yelled, but she couldn’t form words around the gag. She tried to jerk her feet away as Jiejie strapped her into the boots, but she was weak from lack of movement and Jiejie was very strong. She could only sob as her feet were forced into full extension.
Sitting up, Jiejie quickly buckled her arms into a binder. Then she fastened a tall collar around Wei Ying’s throat, one that forced her to hold her chin up. Finally, she clipped Wei Ying’s wrists to the collar in a painful back prayer.
“This will be hard,” Jiejie told her, “but Wei Ying is strong and obedient. Be a good girl.”
Wei Ying’s eyes sparked, angry. If it weren’t for the gag, she’d be cussing vociferously. Jiejie ignored it. Instead she forced Wei Ying to stand.
When she was young, after her mother and father died, Madam Yu forced her to take ballet. Wei Ying hated it.
She hated this.
She could barely balance, especially with her new, larger breasts that were definitely a B-cup. They threw everything out of whack. She scrambled, feeling like a baby deer.
“Shhhh.” Jiejie held her. “I will not let Wei Ying fall. Once around the room.”
Wei Ying lifted a foot and set it down again, screaming as the pain reverberated up her leg. She sobbed as she hobbled in a circuit around the room, Jiejie supporting her. Jiejie’s huge hands wrapped around her waist, helping her to keep her balance. They were warm on her skin. Once they made it around the room, she helped Wei Ying to the shower area where she guided Wei Ying to sit on a bench seat. Wei Ying had never been so grateful to rest.
Attaching a tube to Wei Ying’s catheter, Jiejiie allowed her to empty her bladder. Then she gently washed Wei Ying off with a warm cloth before helping Wei Ying up and escorting her back to her chair.
“Wei Ying did so well,” she praised. “Wei Ying is a good girl.” She gave Wei Ying some water before applying the daily dose of whatever it was to Wei Ying’s breasts and stretching her nipples. “Wei Ying is so good,” she crooned. “Wei Ying bears pain for me so well. I will always care for Wei Ying.” She kissed Wei Ying, tenderly, on the forehead.
Wei Ying hated the tears in her eyes. She was in so much pain, but Jiejie cared for her. This woman was a monster, but Wei Ying still craved praise.
Jiejie pulled up a stool and sat between Wei Ying’s legs. Spreading her pussy lips, Jiejie announced, “I can finally see Wei Ying’s clit.” Leaning forward, she gave it a kiss, making Wei Ying shudder. “Tomorrow, if Wei Ying is good, we will play with it.”
Then, she betrayed Wei Ying, taking out a needle and injecting Wei Ying’s clit with the substance again, making her whole body burn. She screamed through her gag and her thighs shook, but she was strapped down too securely to even squirm.
Then, Jiejie lifted her legs and administered pain medication.
Wei Ying blessedly slept.
The next day, Jiejie walked her across the room and back. Then she strapped Wei Ying back into the chair before freeing Wei Ying’s arms. They flopped to her sides, aching from lack of movement.
Patiently, Jiejie rubbed them until Wei Ying could move them again.
“Wei Ying has been very good,” she announced, “and she deserves a treat.” From her desk drawer, she retrieved the clit remote and handed it to Wei Ying.
”Jiejie?”
“Wei Ying has one hour.” She took a seat at her desk and spread out her notes in front of her.
Wei Ying just stared at the remote for a long time. Tentatively, she rubbed her thumb over the button, moaning as the sensation radiated outward from between her legs. Carefully, being good to herself, Wei Ying rubbed and tweaked the button on the remote, growing wetter and wetter. She didn’t even care how shameless she was being. It felt so good.
Her first climax built quickly, cresting between her legs forcefully. She tried to keep touching herself, but it felt too sensitive, so Wei Ying turned the remote over and rubbed it against the silky skin of her breasts.
That felt even better. Whimpering, she tweaked her nipple with her fingers, squeaking at the sharp shock.
Wei Ying glanced over at Jiejie to make sure she wasn’t in trouble, but the woman was simply observing, smiling just a bit as she watched Wei Ying.
Emboldened, Wei Ying grasped her breast and squeezed. How had her breasts become so sensitive? She’d hated them before, useless things boys liked to paw at, then ridicule as small.
She came again, rubbing the remote over her breasts.
Panting for breath, she wondered. It felt good when Jiejie kissed between her legs. Tentatively, she lifted the remote to her mouth and flickered her tongue over it.
She squealed, rubbing her legs together, feeling how slick her thighs were getting from her own ministrations.
Never one to deny herself, Wei Ying plunged the remote right into her mouth, sucking on it and licking her tongue over the nub.
She didn’t know how long she sucked herself - it felt like one continuous orgasm - before Jiejie tugged the remote from between her lips.
“Jiejie,” Wei Ying whined.
“It has been one hour.”
Wei Ying tried to grab for the remote, but there was no strength in her arms. She sobbed, staring at it. Jiejie gave the nub on the remote a quick kiss before returning it to her desk drawer.
”Shhh, Wei Ying is being so good,” Jiejie told her, stroking her hair. Then she put Wei Ying’s boots, collar, and arm binder on before walking her over to the shower and cleaning her thoroughly.
She did not allow Wei Ying to empty her bladder.
“Jiejie?”
Jiejie pressed on her abdomen. “Full. Wei Ying will be allowed to vacate her bladder if she succeeds at her next task.” She led Wei Ying over to the wooden contraption in the corner.
“Jiejie, I don’t think …”
Jiejie ignored her, lowering the wooden arm until she could attach Wei Ying’s collar to the ring hanging from it.
“Jiejie?”
“Wei Ying will attempt to ride the horse for 20 minutes.” She lifted Wei Ying up onto the triangular base, Wei Ying’s legs spread on either side. Wei Ying screamed as her weight dropped onto the sharp point of the triangle, the edge digging into her pussy. Jiejie returned the pole to an upright position, the ring pulling back and up.
“If Wei Ying sits with appropriate posture, the ring will not pull on her neck as much. She needs to cling to the horse with her thighs and lift her pussy to avoid pain.”
“I hate you! I fuckin’ hate you!”
“Wei Ying will be polite at all times. No foul language.”
“Jiejie. Jiejie is a fuckin’ liar! She said I was good!”
“This is not punishment. It is training with incentive.” She set a clock on her desk, the time facing Wei Ying. “20 minutes.”
Wei Ying fought not to be strangled, to grip with her legs. Finally, she got herself into the right posture, but her thighs burned with the strain. The clock read 18 minutes left. She whimpered, trying to find her balance, counting down in her head.
At 4 minutes, her thighs gave out, dropping her pussy onto the horse. Making her scream.
“Jiejie!” She wailed. “I can’t! I can’t!” She thrashed, pulling on the collar, choking herself.
Jiejie ignored her.
“Jiejie! Jiejie!” She rasped out, straining at the collar. “Jiejie!” Unable to breath, she collapsed forward, choking on her spit until she passed out.
She awoke strapped into the car. Loopy. Head aching. Her pussy throbbed with pain and her throat felt scraped raw when she swallowed. “Jiejie,” Wei Ying whimpered.
Jiejie had Wei Ying’s breasts in her huge hands, rubbing the tingly stuff into them.
“Jiejie.” Tears slid down Wei Ying’s cheeks. She wasn’t sure how she had anymore left. It felt like all she did was cry.
“Wei Ying disappointed me,” Jiejie said, her voice even more cold and severe than normal.
“Jiejie,” Wei Ying blubbered, voice raspy.
“Wei Ying was impolite and used foul language twice, shouted, and did not bear her discomfort with grace. Four infractions.” She very calmly applied the nipple stretchers. Wei Ying thought she would have gotten used to them by now, but it was fresh pain in all this hell.
“Fuck you, bitch!” Wei Ying tried to squirm away, but there was nowhere to go. She was strapped in with the usual due diligence.
“Two more infractions.”
“Please, Jiejie, please! It hurts so much! Have mercy on your Wei Ying.”
“If I do not carry out punishments as determined by the rules, Wei Ying will not be able to trust me.”
“I trust you! I trust you! Pretty Jiejie, please don’t punish me!”
Implacable as ice, Jiejie announced, “Wei Ying will not be allowed to vacate her bladder because she did not complete her task and she will be whipped on the soles of her feet for each infraction.”
“No, please, Jiejie, no…”
Jiejie tenderly kissed her forehead, then she buckled back on the pacifier gag. “Wei Ying did much better than expected. Soon, she will be perfect. I will administer Wei Ying’s correction, then her clitoris medication. Then I will give her a pain reliever.”
Jiejie did exactly as she said she would, whipping Wei Ying’s feet with the flexible bamboo cane. Wei Ying sobbed into her gag, her cursing unheard. Then Jiejie injected the fiery liquid into her clitoris followed by the pain reliever. Exhausted, Wei Ying fell asleep.
The following days monotonously repeated. Wei Ying woke in the morning, aching between her legs. She would be fed, dressed (or what passed for dressed) and bathed, then exercised by being walked around the room before being forced to ride the horse. Finally, she was strapped back into the chair for her daily medication and pain reliever that would put her to sleep again.
After only a few more days - Day 27 according to Jeijie’s note taking (almost a month into Wei Ying’s captivity) - Jiejie stopped administering the breast enlargement medication and ceased stretching her nipples.
Wei Ying was a C-cup now, fitting perfectly into Jiejie’s large hands. Jiejie praised her and sucked on her nipples until Wei Ying orgasmed.
Slowly, Wei Ying became better behaved, bratty rather than hostile, celebrating each achievement with Jiejie.
31 days - 30 minutes on the horse without fainting.
42 days - Clitoris enlarged to half an inch.
54 days - Walking to the shower on her own.
55 days - 45 minutes on the horse.
62 days - A full session without foul language.
65 days - Walking two laps around the room without assistance.
72 days - 90 minutes on the horse, her posture impeccable.
Finally, at 83 days, Jiejie pronounced Wei Ying’s clitoris growth acceptable. She fed and dressed Wei Ying, then allowed her to walk over to the mirror and look.
Wei Ying’s clitoris stood out between her legs, clearly visible even though it wasn’t fully erect. Coming up behind her, Jiejie held her shoulders as they admired it, watching as it erected under their excited gaze.
“As large as my thumb,” Jiejie told her, her eyes shining with pride.
“Oh, Jiejie, it’s so beautiful!”
“Wei Ying is now complete.”
“Am I? Am I really? Jiejie is proud?”
“Mnh. Wei Ying has worked hard. She can make five circuits around the room without assistance and ride the horse for 120 minutes.”
Wei Ying laughed even as tears ran down her cheeks. “I just want to please my Jiejie.”
Setting her hands on Wei Ying’s shoulders, Jiejie turned her so they were face-to-face. “Wei Ying is perfect.” And then Jiejie kissed her. Jiejie kissed like she did everything else, with precision, her movements forceful but not aggressive.
Wei Ying startled at first, then moaned, kissing her back, sloppy with too much spit.
Pulling back, Jiejie announced, “We will marry tomorrow.”
“What?”
“Wei Ying is ready. She will be my wife.”
“I…” Wei Ying’s thoughts circled the drain of her emotions. Married? “You want me?”
“Love Wei Ying.”
“But … but, I’m not lovable. I … Madam Yu always said, and … and …” Wei Ying huffed, trying to breathe. Her lungs felt squeezed. She couldn’t get enough air.
Scooping her up, Jiejie carried her over to the desk and sat in the chair there, holding Wei Ying on her lap.
“I chose Wei Ying,” she said. “Watched Wei Ying for months, developed the remote to pleasure and capture her.”
“Months?” Wei Ying croaked out. She thought back to the train, something she hadn’t done in a long time. Had Jiejie been there? She couldn’t be sure, but her brain filled the woman into her memories now. “Love?”
“Have wanted Wei Ying from the moment I saw her.” Jiejie’s hand slipped between Wei Ying’s legs, stroking her finger over Wei Ying’s clit. “Watched as Wei Ying sipped her smoothie while she played on her phone. Gave up her seat for others. Helped an older woman with her groceries. Wei Ying is cute. Wei Ying is kind. The world does not deserve Wei Ying.” Jiejie’s finger pinched and rubbed until Wei Ying orgasmed, shuddering, squirming.
Jiejie boosted Wei Ying up onto the desk. “Spread. Watch.”
Using her muscles, made strong from all the training, Wei Ying spread her thighs wide and angled her body, holding herself at a 45 degree angle without the use of her arms.
Jiejie sucked Wei Ying’s clitoris into her mouth. She slicked up two fingers and eased them into Wei Ying’s ass.
Wei Ying gasped, squirming on Jiejie’s fingers, enjoying the flicker of Jiejie’s tongue, trying to maintain her posture. Jiejie pressed a hand to Wei Ying’s abdomen, feeling the muscle tension. Lifting her head, she said, “Good girl. Wei Ying may lay down.” Opening a drawer, she took out the white vibrator and slathered it in lube. “Wei Ying is very, very good.”
She eased the small, white vibrator into Wei Ying’s ass and turned it on. The strong vibrations wracked Wei Ying’s lithe frame. Jiejie’s head bent back to her previous task, sucking and licking Wei Ying’s enlarged clit.
“Jiejie, Jiejie, Jiejie,” Wei Ying chanted, squirming on the desk. Whenever Jiejie felt Wei Ying’s thighs tighten, she backed off, keeping Wei Ying on edge.
“Jiejie!” Wei Ying begged. “Jiejie, Jiejie, be kind to your Wei Ying!” her abdomen tightened, her thighs locked. “Jiejie!”
Jiejie sucked hard, making Wei Ying squirt all over her chin, the juice slopping down Jiejie’s neck. Rising up, Jiejie kissed a nearly insensible Wei Ying, forcing Wei Ying’s taste into her own mouth.
“Jiejie,” Wei Ying whispered. Looking up, she giggled. Normally so immaculate, Jiejie had pussy juice staining her shirt all the way to her navel. Wisps of her hair fell into her slick, shiny face. She looked ruined. “Jiejie, I made you all messy,” Wei Ying laughed.
“Wei Ying did. I think Wei Ying should bear the consequences.”
“Consequences? Punishment? Jiejie, no, please -“ Wei Ying panicked, her breath whistling out of her throat, choked, stuttered.
“Not punishment.” She kissed Wei Ying’s forehead, stroking her hair until Wei Ying calmed. Jiejie stripped off her clothes, folding them neatly despite the fact they were ruined.
Wei Ying drooled as her eyes traced the muscles of Jiejie’s impressive biceps. No wonder the woman easily held her down. Jiejie had to be the most beautiful woman in the world and surely more beautiful than any being in heaven.
“Wei Ying will return the favor,” Jiejie announced. She retrieved Wei Ying’s gag and screwed a dildo onto it, not too long, not too fat, but enough. She strapped the gag to Wei Ying’s head, the dildo pointing upward. “Wei Ying is tired. Lie still.” Then she climbed onto the desk and mounted Wei Ying’s face.
Jiejie had the most beautiful pussy. Her lips were puffy, her clit big enough to bump against Wei Ying’s nose every time she thrust down on the dildo. Jiejie’s thighs, easily twice the thickness of Wei Ying’s own, flexed on either side of Wei Ying’s ears. Her pussy juice spattered across Wei Ying’s cheeks.
Jiejie rode Wei Ying’s face with even, sure strokes, her head thrown back, her large hands fondling her own breasts, pinching and pulling her nipples harshly, slapping them. Suddenly, she slammed down, shuddering as she came, slumping over as she panted for breath and her thighs shook.
Wei Ying drifted, the weight of Jiejie’s body blanketing her. Her scent. The juice from her pussy dripping down Wei Ying’s clavicle.
Much too soon, Jiejie roused herself, lifting herself off Wei Ying’s face. She unscrewed the dildo and turned it over, pressing it through the hole in the gag into Wei Ying’s mouth. The sour tang of her Jiejie bloomed across Wei Ying’s tongue.
“Clean,” Jiejie ordered, forcing the dildo into Wei Ying’s throat, making her choke on it. Wei Ying moaned. Her tongue curled around it, sucking Jiejie’s slick from the smooth latex. Jiejie thrust it into Wei Ying’s mouth several times before drawing it out, Wei Ying’s tongue flickering after it through the hole in the gag.
Jiejie screwed the pacifier back in. Then she walked Wei Ying through the rest of her normal routine, bathing, walking the circuits of the room, and then riding the horse.
“Wei Ying will be my beautiful bride tomorrow,” Jiejie assured her as she strapped Wei Ying back into the chair, and left her to sleep.
The next time the light turned on, Jiejie descended the stairs with a red dress over her arm and a wooden case. She wore wine-dark red leather pants, fitted to perfection around her thighs and a silky, button-up blouse gaping open at the neck. Her long hair tumbled down her back, loose, free.
Stopping next to Wei Ying’s chair, Jiejie asked, “Does Wei Ying wish to marry me?”
How could Wei Ying say no to such a beautiful goddess, her savior, the woman who’d loved her enough to make her perfect? “Yes, Jiejie. Please, I want to marry you so much.”
“Good girl.” Jiejie carefully bathed Wei Ying with a soft cloth and then dressed her. She strapped Wei Ying’s boots on first. Then she took a new collar from the wooden case, a metal one that locked into place at the back of Wei Ying’s neck. Finally, she strapped Wei Ying into a black pvc arm binder, bending her limbs into a back prayer and attaching her wrists to her collar.
Wei Ying wondered back to when Jiejie first began modifying her. Jiejie hadn’t seemed interested in Wei Ying using her hands. Wei Ying wondered if she would ever use her hands again.
Jiejie buckled her into a corset made of beautiful red silk embroidered with black leaves and birds sitting on branches. Then she tightened it until Wei Ying squeaked, huffing for breath. “Jiejie, it’s so beautiful,” Wei Ying whispered, tears slipping down her cheeks.
Jiejie kissed her. “Wei Ying is beautiful.”
She brushed Wei Ying’s hair next, then threaded pearls through it before braiding it with a red ribbon. Jiejie teased Wei Ying’s nipples until they were red, swollen, and then snapped nipple clamps to them with dangling pearls that matched her hair. She attached a strand of pearls between them and another descended between Wei Ying’s breasts, along her toned tummy, and clamped to her clit.
“Hurts, Jiejie,” Wei Ying whined.
“Bear discomfort with grace,” Jiejie reminded her.
“Yes, Jiejie.”
From the wooden case, Jiejie brought out a box of make-up. She painted Wei Ying’s lips red and her cheeks rosy. She outlined Wei Ying’s eyes with kohl, accenting their beauty.
Finally, Jiejie helped Wei Ying to stand and slipped the dress over her head. It fit Wei Ying perfectly, scooping to the small of her back, below her bound arms and low enough in the front to display Wei Ying’s clamped nipples. The skirt fell below her knee and zippered tight up the side, trapping Wei Ying’s shins and thighs together, forcing her to walk in tiny, mincing steps. She had to work even harder to keep her balance.
“Come.” Jiejie walked over to the mirror and held up her hand.
“Jiejie,” Wei Ying whined.
“Wei Ying will come here.”
“But it’s so hard, Jiejie,” Wei Ying complained even as she hobbled over, swaying dangerously on her heels.
“I will wait,” Jiejie told her.
Determined to please her Jiejie, Wei Ying slowly shuffled the few feet over to join the other woman.
“Look,” Jiejie ordered, turning Wei Ying to face the mirror, her hands clamped over Wei Ying’s shoulders.
Wei Ying looked at herself, stunned by what she saw. She’d never looked more beautiful, more captured, more owned.
Jiejie kissed the side of Wei Ying’s neck. “Wei Ying looks like a proper bride now. I accept her proposal.”
“Jiejie!” Wei Ying laughed, bright and joyous. “Please! I’ll cry! My make-up. Jiejie worked so hard to make me pretty.”
“Mnh.” Jiejie kissed the back of her neck, just above the collar. “I enjoy seeing Wei Ying cry.”
Wei Ying laughed again.
“All Wei Ying must do now is ascend the stairs. I will wait for her there.”
“But, Jiejie, I can barely move in this dress.”
“Does Wei Ying want to marry me?”
“Yes.”
”Does she wish to please me?”
“Yes!”
Jiejie smacked her. “Do not shout.” Turning Wei Ying, she kissed her thoroughly, making Wei Ying moan. “Then Wei Ying will bear her trials to prove she loves me. First, Wei Ying will climb the stairs.” Then Jiejie walked confidently, easily up the stairs.
Wei Ying stared up at them. Sixteen steps. She had no idea how she was going to do this. Walking over, she tried to lift her foot enough to take the first step. Her toes were two inches short and she tipped perilously backward, staggering before she regained her balance.
It seemed impossible.
Well, she’d always been one for attempting the impossible, for good or for ill. Usually for ill.
She tried to lift her foot again, but the skirt of the dress trapped her. It seemed so precisely challenging. She giggled, imagining Jiejie with a ruler and a calculator designing this trap just so.
She had to get up these stairs.
Maybe with some momentum. Could she get momentum? Time to find out. Backing up slightly, she took as deep a breath as she could in the restraining corset, then hobbled forward quickly and lifted her foot. She tripped on the lip of the first step, falling forward onto the tile. Turning her face to save her nose, she scraped her cheek on the rough stair grip.
Fuck, that hurt. It hurt so much Wei Ying howled. Why did her Jiejie have to be so cruel? Her head throbbed where she hit it and tears slipped down her cheeks. Her breasts ached from hitting the steps and her knees throbbed. “Fuck!” She screamed because Jiejie wasn’t here to punish her for it.
How was she even supposed to stand up again?
She flexed her thighs. Could she rip the dress? She hated to, but getting to Jiejie was more important than the dress. She looked a mess anyway.
Wei Ying flexed her thighs, trying to separate her legs, but the dress material was too strong. Too well made. Fuckers.
She rested her head against the step, panting. Her chest hurt.
Lifting her head, she could see the steps ahead. Thirteen. Well she’d managed three steps at least, but she couldn’t exactly stand and fall for the rest of them. Even if she could get up, she’d be too bruised and battered to get married, and that would disappoint Jiejie.
If she could turn on her back, maybe she could use her hands to drag herself along. She flexed her fingers. Her arms just weren’t strong enough for that and they were awkwardly attached to her collar.
Lifting her head again, she used her stomach muscles to lift herself further and get a better look.
The door was so, so far away.
The worst idea occurred to her. She dropped her head back down again, resting her forehead against the step in front of her, then used her feet to push herself forward enough for her back to arch, then she lifted with her abdominal muscles and pitched forward again, trying to control her descent as much as possible so she didn’t break her face more than she already had.
Success!
Wei Ying spared the energy to wiggle her butt in victory.
One step down, twelve to go.
It took forever, one step at a time. By the time she reached the top, she could feel dribbles of blood dripping down her face from where she’d rubbed her forehead raw on the anti-slip grip on each step. Her knees throbbed. Her toes ached.
It didn’t matter. She’d made it! She’d made it to Jiejie!
Wei Ying used her head to push the cracked door open and flopped into the kitchen. Jiejie was there to greet her. “Good girl, Wei Ying.”
Jiejie turned her over and scooped her up, carrying her over to the table by the window. It was draped in a red cloth. Everything was red and lanterns hung from the ceiling.
Jiejie sat her in a high backed chair and attached her collar to an eyebolt there, giving her stability.
“Jiejie, Jiejie, I did it. Did you see?”
“Wei Ying is most worthy to be my bride.” Jiejie set a tray with four cups down on the table. “Now, your second challenge.”
“Oh, Jiejie, I can eat any hot thing.”
“This will be easy for Wei Ying then.” She lifted the first cup to Wei Ying’s lips. Sour. Wei Ying made a face, but swallowed it all, and at Jiejie’s encouragement licked the cup clean. Sweet was next, then spicy, and finally bitter.
“Jiejie, that tasted awful,” Wei Ying complained.
“Wei Ying bears her challenges well.” She cupped Wei Ying’s face in her large hand, her fingers reaching from Wei Ying’s chin to her hairline.
“Aren’t there three challenges, Jiejie?” Wei Ying asked, smiling. Her cheek ached.
“As we are both brides, I will bribe Wei Ying.” Jiejie opened a red velvet box. Inside was a beautiful silver hair comb decorated with dragons twisted among clouds.
“Oh, Jiejie, it’s so beautiful!”
“Lan Zhan,” Jiejie told her. She settled the comb in Wei Ying’s hair. “My name is Lan Zhan.”
“Lan Zhan.” Wei Ying tested out the name on her tongue. “Lan Zhan, Lan Zhan.”
“Mnh.” She kissed Wei Ying. “Wei Ying must eat to keep up her strength.” She brought a tray of traditional wedding food over to the table and fed Wei Ying until she was thoroughly stuffed.
“Oh, Jiejie, I couldn’t eat another bite,” Wei Ying complained when Lan Zhan tried to shove another bite in her mouth.
Lan Zhan tapped her lips.
“Lan Zhan,” Wei Ying corrected herself.
”Then, Wei Ying is ready to fulfill her marital duties.”
“Are you going to invade the delicate flower of this lowly one?” Wei Ying teased.
“Yes.” Lan Zhan detached Wei Ying’s collar from the chair and carried her through the house into the bedroom. The bed was also draped in red with dates and dried lychees scattered across it.
“Dates, Lan Zhan?” Wei Ying asked when Lan Zhan set her down. “Are you going to fuck a baby into me?”
“If Wei Ying desires.” Lan Zhan used a pair of scissors to cut Wei Ying free of her dress. Climbing onto the bed, she attached a short chain to Wei Ying’s neck and then fastened it to an eye-bolt screwed into the headboard.
“I’m not going anywhere, Jiejie,” Wei Ying teased.
Lan Zhan tapped her lip again.
“Lan Zhan.”
“I enjoy seeing Wei Ying restrained. Wei Ying looks beautiful when she struggles.”
“Oh.” Wei Ying wiggled again, squirming. The burning feeling was spreading to every part of her, making her face flush. “Lan Zhan?” She watched, hungry, as Lan Zhan stripped off her clothes and folded them neatly before placing them in the hamper. “Lan Zhan? I feel weird.”
“I have dosed Wei Ying with an aphrodisiac.”
“You didn’t have to do that, Jiejie.” Wei Ying spread her legs lewdly. “I want Lan Zhan’s baby so much.”
“This one likes seeing Wei Ying squirm.” Lan Zhan took a harness from the chifferobe and a very impressive sized dildo. Very impressive. Like, fuck, that was not going to fit.
Wei Ying tensed her thighs, making her aware of another problem. “Uh, Jiejie, can I go to the bathroom before we do this?”
Lan Zhan turned to her, the monster of a dong jutting from her hips. “No.”
“Jiejie is mean.”
“Wei Ying will bear discomfort with grace.” She knelt between Wei Ying’s legs and kissed her, dominating Wei Ying’s mouth, making Wei Ying whine. Her hands covered Wei Ying’s breasts, tweaking her nipples.
Wei Ying tried to rub her wet pussy up against Lan Zhan, the aphrodisiac burning through her blood, but her stomach muscles ached too much from the exertion earlier. She could barely move.
“Lan Zhan, Lan Zhan,” Wei Ying whined, “have mercy on your Wei Ying. I need it. I need it so bad.”
“What does Wei Ying need?”
“Your dick.”
“Where?”
“In my pussy.”
“What does Wei Ying want me to do with my dick in her pussy?”
“Jiejie!”
Lan Zhan thrust lazily in the crease of Wei Ying’s thigh, waiting.
“Lan Zhan! Lan Zhan, fuck me! Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me! Fuck my pussy!”
Grabbing Wei Ying’s face, Lan Zhan smirked at her. “No foul language.” Then thrust her cock inside.
Wei Ying screamed. So big! So fuckin’ big! “Lan Zhan! Lan Zhan! Take it out! No, no, it hurts!”
“Wei Ying will take it.” Lan Zhan folded Wei Ying nearly in half, putting even more pressure on her bladder, and thrust harder, faster.
Wei Ying’s pussy leaked juice everywhere, the heat inside her building to a fever pitch. “Lan Zhan! Lan Zhan!” she babbled, “too much!” She couldn’t catch her breath. The corset was too tight. Her collar choked her.
Lan Zhan’s fingers slid over Wei Ying’s clit, jerking it like a tiny cock.
Screaming, Wei Ying came, her entire body jerking tight before relaxing and passing out.
When Wei Ying woke, she’d been stripped of her corset and boots, and turned on her belly. There was a bolster under her hips, putting dastardly pressure on her bladder.
“Lan Zhan?” Wei Ying croaked out.
Jiejie emerged from what was probably the bathroom, still naked, still wet from a shower.
“Jiejie, I have to pee.”
“Not yet.” Taking the harness from the bedside table, Lan Zhan slid a different dildo into it, this one a frightening, veiny affair with a wicked curve.
“Please, have mercy on your Wei Ying.”
“Wei Ying has not yet lost her entire virginity.”
“Lan Zhan,” Wei Ying whined.
Lan Zhan ignored her. Instead, she took a bottle of lube from the bed stand drawer.
“No, wait, no!” Wei Ying tried to squirm away, but she was still attached to the headboard by her collar and she was so, so tired.
Lan Zhan knelt behind her and lubed up her long fingers before sliding them into Wei Ying’s ass.
“Jiejie!” Wei Ying kicked her feet in frustration. Everything hurt, but Lan Zhan’s fingers felt so good. Unlike Wei Ying’s pussy, which Lan Zhan rarely touched during her training, Lan Zhan had been stretching Wei Ying’s ass so it would take more fingers - and Wei Ying was an absolute slut for it, but she’d still only taken two fingers or a slim vibrator.
“Lan Zhan, Lan Zhan…” Wei Ying panted through the stretch.
“Was going to stretch Wei Ying with four fingers, but she used foul language,” Lan Zhan announced, tugging three fingers free with an obscene squelch.
“Lan Zhan!” Wei Ying kicked in frustration, but Lan Zhan was determined. It took considerable effort to work the head of the dildo inside.
“Wei Ying must relax,” Lan Zhan soothed, stroking Wei Ying’s flank.
“Lan Zhan, Lan Zhan, it hurts,” Wei Ying sobbed.
“Wei Ying will bear it for me, for her Jiejie.”
“Yes, Jiejie.” Wei Ying took a deep breath and concentrated on relaxing. Lan Zhan was able to fuck another inch into her, but it still hurt like a bitch.
Leaning over, Lan Zhan whispered, “Wei Ying is made for this, made for me.” Pulling back, she fucked Wei Ying slowly. “Wei Ying is perfect.”
“Lan Zhan…” Wei Ying shivered. “Lan Zhan, I wanna…” Wei Ying squirmed. It was started to feel good now, better and every time Lan Zhan fucked into her, Wei Ying’s clit slid over the silky bolster. “Fuck, yeah, Lan Zhan, Lan Zhan, fuck my ass! Want… want…” Wei Ying tipped over into orgasm, her entire body shaking as she mewled. Tears dripped down her cheeks.
Lan Zhan kept fucking her.
Lan Zhan fucked her to three more orgasms before she was satisfied. The she made Wei Ying clean her pussy until she orgasmed all over Wei Ying’s face, before allowing Wei Ying to empty her bladder.
Wei Ying fell asleep that night in her Jiejie’s arms.
[ Six months later. ]
Wei Ying knelt under Lan Zhan’s desk, where she’d been all morning, her breath warming Lan Zhan’s pussy, her tongue licking lazily inside, the way Lan Zhan liked it.
It wasn’t the desk in the basement. This was a stout, wooden desk in Lan Zhan’s study, antique oak. Wei Ying fit quite nicely beneath it without her arms.
Lan Zhan gifted Wei Ying with the removal of her arms three months after their wedding.
Wei Ying didn’t miss them. She thought she would. She’d screamed and cried at the time, earned some awful punishments, but the challenge of doing everything without arms proved irresistible. Wei Ying was determined to be the very best wife she could be.
Lan Zhan was considering blinding her as well, but hadn’t decided yet. Wei Ying felt she still hadn’t conquered the current challenge.
Lan Zhan’s chair slid away, stealing away the warm thighs around Wei Ying’s cheeks. “Wei Ying, please bring me tea.”
Wei Ying crawled out from under the desk on her knees and struggled to her feet. “Yes, Lan Zhan.”
“The green cup, I think.”
Wei Ying shuddered. The green cup was the hardest to put on the tray because it was the widest and it stretched Wei Ying’s lips until they turned white. “But, Lan Zhan,” Wei Ying whined.
Lan Zhan pinched Wei Ying’s clit hard. “Be a good girl.”
“Jiejie is mean.”
Lan Zhan smirked. Smug. “Be good, Wei Ying.”
“Yes, Jiejie.” Wei Ying tossed her head, her long ponytail swinging behind her naked back.
“Can Wei Ying not do it?”
“Jiejie!”
Lan Zhan arched an elegant brow.
Wei Ying spun on her toes, wobbling slightly on her ballet boots, and strode into the kitchen, determined. She could do the impossible and she would prove it.