These female warriors with clients were reluctant to leave them after handing them over, because they had come to regard them as their masters from the bottom of their hearts.
After becoming their clients' slaves, they would often secretly come to see them.
Some noblewomen and female warriors already had children, and many of those with daughters sent their daughters to them for deflowering and enjoyment.
These young ladies were mostly having sex with them willingly, because their mothers hadn't raised them to be chaste women.
These noblewomen and chivalrous women, at home, would even seduce others to have sex with for their young daughters, planting the seeds of promiscuity in their hearts.
Five female warriors came to the mountain stronghold for the villagers to enjoy, two of whom, being older, brought their three daughters.
Watching these valiant female warriors, their asses provocatively raised, being fucked by the villagers, my wife and I were incredibly excited.
My wife's original wish was to become a female warrior, and seeing them being fucked made her think, "A female warrior can also be a slut!"
With this realization, my wife's expression became even more lewd, and I, fantasizing about my wife as a lowly female warrior, began to sway my ass even more shamelessly.
On the morning of the fourth day, after we had served the last man who ejaculated inside us, the men began their next round of tormenting us.
My wife and I bent over slightly, our buttocks sticking out, like two female prisoners before execution.
My wife swayed her hips wantonly, then said to everyone, "Masters, let's play again! This bitch hasn't had enough! Play with me however you like! Don't worry about breaking me, this bitch's body is invincible!"
And I, in a lewd manner, swayed my hips and cried out, "Play with us as much as you want! We're sluts who never refuse!"
After hearing my wife and me's lewd cries, several men came up on stage again, each taking a few sex toys from the shelf, then looking at us with evil eyes.
Looking at their undisguised, malicious faces, my wife and I gave them a lewd smile, then provocatively swayed our hips and breasts.
Seeing our fearless demeanor, the men grinned wickedly and said, "You two shameless sluts, let's see how we teach you a lesson."
After saying this, one man with a leather whip lashed out and struck my wife's large breasts, while another man beat her plump buttocks with a wooden stick, and yet another man used a bamboo stick to whip her back.
The sounds of whipping and beating echoed incessantly from my wife's body.
Watching their wives being beaten and ravaged by the men, the women, used as objects of venting their anger, all wore expressions of mixed fear and excitement.
Having been "trained" themselves, they knew that feeling all too well. Their self-esteem was gradually eroded under such violent discipline, until they were completely enslaved by the men, body and soul.
That feeling both terrified and delighted them.
As they beat my wife, she screamed and cried out, "Harder! Hit my slutty tits and ass harder! My slutty tits and ass are for you to play with! Beat them to a pulp! Teach my shameless tits and ass a lesson! This slutty young mistress is your plaything!"
My wife's screams excited and frustrated the men.
Excited because they hadn't expected her to scream even after such humiliation; frustrated because their initial hope of torturing her until she begged for mercy had failed.
However, their strength didn't lessen; instead, it increased.
My wife's tits gradually became covered with whip marks, her buttocks turned a patchwork of bruises, and her back was covered with net-like welts.
While my wife was being ravaged, I was also being abused.
My tits were red and swollen from the beatings, and my body, covered in semen, was crisscrossed with red and purplish welts.
When my wife and I reached our climax under the relentless whipping and beatings of the first group of men, they stared at us in disbelief, their eyes asking, "How could there be such sluts?"
Under their incredulous gazes, my wife and I, shamelessly writhing our bruised and battered buttocks and swaying our large breasts stained with bruises and red welts, said to them with wanton smirks, "Again! This bitch's ass wants more beatings!"
"Harder! This slut's tits want more pain!"
Amid our moans, another group of men came up on stage, while the first group reluctantly left.
Then the second group of men began their further torment of my wife and me.
This torment continued for an entire day. After a day, my wife and I, whose bodies had once been perfect, were completely unrecognizable under this cruel abuse.
Except for our faces, which retained their original shape, our bodies were at least a size larger, our skin covered in bruises and swelling.
Our bodies were covered in whip marks of varying lengths and depths, some even bleeding.
Our breasts, buttocks, and vulvas were in the worst state; our breasts and buttocks, due to swelling, were at least two sizes larger.
Our already exceptionally full breasts and buttocks were now enormous, even larger than our mother's and godmother's.
Only Sister Zhou's breasts and buttocks, already deformed from being played with, were larger than ours.
Our vulvas were also swollen high; our already loosened cunts and anuses had become tighter due to the swelling.
The semen that had filled our bodies was now being cruelly whipped away.
My wife and I didn't use our internal energy to recover. The pain only fueled our excitement, causing us to writhe wildly, seducing the already aroused men.
The men had lost all respect for my wife and me. They now regarded us as worthless bitches, constantly hurling insults at us.
"Two shameless sluts from the Long family."
"The Long family's stinking bitches."
"Lowly Long family bitches."
These had become their terms of address.
Even when they occasionally called us "Miss" or "Young Madam," they would add embellishments like "bitch," "slut," "slut," and "bitch."
Our wife and I found an unusual pleasure in their insults. These men were unlike any of our previous lovers.
These men not only showed us no respect, but they also genuinely wanted to humiliate and manipulate us.
In a sense, they weren't much different from the people in the Demon Palace.
But while being played with by these men, my wife and I experienced a strange, degrading pleasure, a pleasure that captivated us completely!
After that day, the men's methods of tormenting us began to change.
Our bruised and swollen bodies, though no longer beautiful, created a stark contrast between our former noble status and strength and our current miserable state, which ironically rekindled the men's interest in fucking us. They began to fuck my wife and me again.
This round of fucking lasted much shorter than the first time, only a day, with each man ejaculating inside us once before it was over.
They squeezed our bruised, bleeding breasts hard, slapped our swollen, pitiful buttocks, and forcefully thrust into our swollen, tight vaginas and anuses.
Our bodies were already injured, and their forceful fucking caused my wife and me excruciating pain.
Intense pain surged relentlessly from my breasts, buttocks, vagina, and anus. With each resounding slap of flesh against flesh, the pain intensified for my wife and me.
But having become their subservient sex slaves, my wife and I strangely reveled in this pain. Our large buttocks swayed violently in rhythm with their thrusts, the physical agony ultimately transforming into mental pleasure.
With each relentless thrusting and ejaculation from the men, my wife and I reached orgasm again and again. In the continuous stream of orgasms, our consciousness grew increasingly blurred by the extreme pleasure.
After one particularly intense orgasm, my eyes rolled back, and I completely lost consciousness.
Before I lost consciousness, my wife's high-pitched scream reached my ears, "No, this slut has been fucked to death by the masters! The bitch is finished, the masters have fucked her to death!"
Shortly after losing consciousness, I felt something unusually large teasing my cunt and anus, and then I vaguely awoke.
When I fully woke up, I found myself tied to an iron frame.
My hands and feet were tightly handcuffed to the four corners of the frame, and a ball-shaped object with a hole was stuffed into my mouth.
Standing in front of me was the skinny guy who had trained me that night, behind me was Old Deer, and beside my wife were Old Horse and Skinny Monkey.
Each of them had a black cloth covering something.
Skinny Monkey stood in front of my wife, touching her bruised breasts and rubbing her swollen vulva.
He grinned lewdly at his wife, saying obscenely, "Beautiful bitch, these guys are so cruel, playing with your beautiful body like this, it breaks my heart to see it."
Although he said this, the force with which he squeezed his wife's breasts and vulva was considerable.
While squeezing his wife's breasts and vulva, he continued, "Bitch, I've seen you enjoying yourself with everyone these past few days, so I found some little toys to make you feel even better. I hope you like them."
After saying this, he lifted the black cloth covering something next to him.
When we saw what was under the black cloth, my wife and I gasped heavily. It was a dildo almost as thick as our thighs.
My body had never been penetrated by something so thick before, while my wife had had two wooden pillars of similar thickness inserted in the Demon Palace.
My wife and I reacted differently due to our different experiences. I clenched my legs together in fear, while my wife licked her lips seductively and then spread her legs towards the weapon.
Seeing our different reactions, the four cruel trainers chuckled wickedly.
Old Lu, holding the wooden stick, struck my swollen vulva heavily. After a muffled groan, he grabbed my hair and said, "You slut, behave yourself later. You're my fucking dog, don't fucking lose to Old Ma's dog. Otherwise, I'll cut off your tits and ass and feed them to the dogs."
He finished speaking and glared at me fiercely.
After hearing his words, I examined the dildo. It had four wheels at the bottom, which could be pushed. Its height was roughly level with my vulva. Judging from its structure, it should be able to extend and retract, and be inserted and withdrawn, via a lever at the bottom.
Looking at this dildo, a weapon for any woman, my face was filled with terror, while my wife, on the other hand, was filled with a mixture of fear and excitement.
We awaited the cruel torment that was about to unfold with mixed feelings.