The three of us, my wife and I, lay sprawled on the ground, our buttocks raised high like dogs, awaiting the ravaging of five burly men.
The guests swallowed hard, their saliva drooling as they watched our plump, raised buttocks, while the five men stared excitedly at our perfect bodies.
Our buttocks were still dripping blood, covered in numerous wounds.
But our expressions were a mixture of humiliation and enjoyment, as if our bodies weren't wounds, but rather glorious achievements.
The man with the gold teeth grinned lewdly at our raised buttocks, then took out other tools they had prepared.
When my wife and I saw what they produced, we immediately understood what they were about to do.
My wife and I exchanged a smile, then excitedly awaited their impending humiliation.
My mother, seeing what they were holding, was initially stunned, but remembering what my wife and I had told her about our experience, she immediately understood their purpose.
Thinking about what was about to happen, Mom excitedly wiggled her large, scarred buttocks, hoping to enjoy that special pleasure.
When the guests saw what the man with the gold teeth and his companions took out, only a few understood their purpose. They quietly told the unsuspecting, and soon everyone understood what was going to happen.
Sister Ye and her two friends watched us, imagining what was about to happen to us, their eyes filled with excitement.
Seeing our servile, expectant expressions and the guests' envious glances, the man with the gold teeth and his companion waved what they had taken out in front of me and asked, "You dog slave, do you know what this is for?"
I knew exactly what it was. Back in the mountain stronghold, my wife's body had been marked with those things, leaving filthy marks.
That's right, it was a branding iron, only it wasn't red-hot yet.
After observing it for a moment, I was a little puzzled because the branding iron had no markings. Although it could leave scars, it couldn't leave marks of shame.
"Reporting to Master, this dog-slave knows. This is a stamp that can be used to seal this dog-slave, proving that this dog-slave is a coward," I replied.
Upon hearing my answer, the gold-toothed man laughed loudly, then patted my face with satisfaction. At this moment, another burly man came to my wife and said, "You slut, what do you say this is?"
"Reporting to Master, this is your stamp, a stamp that leaves a mark on this slut's body, a mark that forever belongs to you, a mark that you can play with as you please," my wife replied, while shamelessly wiggling her buttocks.
At the same time, her eyes were full of seductive smiles as she looked at the burly man.
The burly man, after hearing my wife's words, was also very satisfied and happily made my wife lick his penis. Then another burly man approached Mother and asked, "You old slut, what is this?"
"Reporting to Master, this is your reward for me, a tool you used to play with me, turning me into a shameless bitch under your crotch, leaving a lifelong mark. It's a tool that will make me remember you forever, miss you forever. It's a tool that will let everyone know I'm a shameless bitch, more despicable than a whore! I beg you, Master, leave your mark on me, let everyone know I was once played with like a bitch by you!"
Mother answered in a filthy manner, pleadingly looking at the burly man.
Mother's answer, so filthy, excited everyone. The noble Princess Longyun, the mother of a top female expert, could be so lewd.
This made them, who had just climaxed, feel a renewed stirring in their groins.
Hearing his mother's words, the burly man's penis, which had just ejaculated, began to stand erect again. He grabbed his mother's hair and replied, "Hahahaha...you old slut, you really make me happy. Don't worry, I'll definitely satisfy you."
"Thank you, Master, thank you, Master, thank you for fulfilling this old slut's base desires. For a lowly thing like me to receive such a reward from you, Master, you are so kind. Master, use this old slut to satisfy all your desires! When you're tired of playing with me, just throw this old slut away like dirty, smelly garbage. This old slut will proudly show off to everyone that you've played with her."
The mother, already beginning to wallow in self-degradation, said in a vulgar tone.
After my mother finished speaking, the man with the gold teeth came up to me, then stepped on my head and said, "You coward, learn from your dog mother! Be a proper lackey who knows his place, understand?"
"Yes, this lackey understands! This lackey will definitely learn from my dog mother and be a lowly, qualified son like her!" I said, lying on the ground, letting him step on my head.
"You lackey, now I'm going to stamp your deep mountain. I don't have time to wait. You lackey, quickly heat up the stamp with your inner energy. I'm going to stamp a few words on it for you."
After the man with the gold teeth finished speaking, he placed the branding iron in front of me.
Looking at the branding iron in front of me, I immediately gripped it tightly and began to heat it up with my inner energy.
In a short while, the branding iron became red-hot.
When I released my power, the scorching hot branding iron immediately burned my hand, but I didn't care and let go, already immersed in the pleasure of having completed the tool that was about to humiliate me.
Holding the red-hot branding iron, the gold-toothed man asked with a wicked grin, "Coward, where do you think I should brand you?"
"As my master pleases. My body belongs to my master; you can play with it however you want." After saying this, I looked at him expectantly.
Hearing my words, the gold-toothed man was extremely pleased. To have someone whose status and power far surpassed his own as a slave gave him immense satisfaction.
Having already decided where he would leave his mark on me, he came up behind me, holding a red-hot branding iron, and said, "You dog slave, your big ass is really beautiful! I've played with so many asses, men's and women's, but apart from your filthy wife and your bitch mother, none can compare to yours! I'll leave my mark on your filthy big ass!"
After saying that, he channeled his energy into the red-hot branding iron, which immediately began to change shape.
In a short while, the branding iron turned into several red-hot characters.
Looking at these red-hot characters, the gold-toothed man smiled with satisfaction, then excitedly pressed the iron onto my left buttock.
With a sizzling sound, intense pain spread from my raised buttocks, while the aroma of roasting meat filled the room.
The intense pain didn't cause me suffering; on the contrary, amidst the pain, I let out a loud moan. The feeling of being branded with such vile words filled me with an unusual excitement.
While enduring the pain, I turned back to the gold-toothed man with a fawning smile and said, "Master, thank you. This servant finally has your proof. This servant will be your servant for life! This stamp will stay with me forever!"
"Hahahaha...good servant, you can keep it! Keep the stamp I gave you for life!"
After saying that, he removed the brand and asked, "You dog servant, do you know what I stamped on your butt?"
After he finished speaking, I gave him a seductive smile and replied, "The stamp Master gave this dog servant is 'Coward.' From today onwards, these three words will forever remain on this servant's big butt, and I will remember for the rest of my life that I am Master's cowardly servant."
After saying that, I even swayed my buttocks at him in a servile manner.
Looking at the three words "Coward" on my left buttock, the gold-toothed man was not satisfied.
He then used his inner energy to alter the words on the branding iron, saying, "I'm not going to brand these words on you! Someone else is more suitable!"
After saying this, he went to his wife's side and said, "You slut, brand these words on your good-for-nothing husband's ass."
He then handed the branding iron to his wife.
His wife excitedly took the branding iron, looked at the words on it, then at my high-raised buttocks, slapped it twice, and said, "You good-for-nothing, this slut is going to brand you herself on behalf of her master! Are you happy?"
"Happy, you slutty wife, I'm so happy you can brand my good-for-nothing husband!" I said, while shamelessly wiggling my buttocks at my wife.
Hearing our shameful conversation, everyone excitedly anticipated the scene of my wife branding me.
Looking at my shamefully raised buttocks, my wife's vulva began to flow with lustful fluid again.