Chapter 164 – First, Sex_ I’m Just Washing My Body…
First, sex_I’m just washing my body…
“Ta-da~! This is my employee ID card. How is it? Wasn’t this photo gorgeous? When I made these photos, I took pictures of them all and sold them as works of art. “All the employees gathered together, and it felt like a hazing ceremony~ Hehe ♥, it was truly thrilling.”
She gives off a sweet aura as if she is in love, and flaunts her employee ID card hanging around her neck as if she is proud. However, contrary to her expression, the contents of the photo on the ID card are not such a lovely object, but rather a shallow and miserable joke. I can only express it like this.
Her small, pale breasts and nipples, as well as vulgar graffiti and telltale traces of semen… The situation at the time the photo was taken was as good as it could be seen. At the very least, it can be said that it is not a photo that can be shown publicly in front of others. I could only say that it was insane to have to walk around with a photo like that around my neck in the office.
She took it for granted, but she seemed excited about exposing herself like this, as if she had been engulfed by heat.
And the original employee ID card was, according to social norms, an item that had to be worn all day long within the company. This meant that not only now, but also on a regular basis, she was wearing a card with such an obscene and vulgar photo around her neck.〈 Br〉
It is not difficult to imagine how her colleagues and superiors around her would view her.
Company supplies.
Yes, it wasn’t that hard to imagine how she was being treated at her company and what kind of work she was experiencing. And if I think about what she has shown me so far, I think she would rather be offended by such treatment.
When I think about it again, I can’t believe she’s actually enjoying that situation…
We get a glimpse into the madness of calling oneself a slave and depriving oneself of even the things one should naturally enjoy as a human being.
… When she became a slave.
How did she feel?
I feel like I can’t understand, and I shouldn’t understand… She seems to know a little bit.
Engraved on her buttocks… A sharp fire mark. Was she crying out in pain at the moment that deep-rooted stigma was engraved on her? Or not… Was she smiling?
For some reason, looking at her in the employee ID card with an ecstatic smile, as if she was so happy, I felt like I got a strange feeling.
I was looking at her employee ID like I was fascinated.
Perhaps she liked the sight of me like that, and she raised the corners of her mouth lightly and continued speaking.
“As you may have noticed, this is the third studio of our company, X-rated Over Sex. Because of the nearby geographical factors, it is mainly used when shooting videos related to hard genres or outdoor exposure. I also took my employee ID card here ♡ There are so many amazing things, more than I thought… I was able to have a very happy time.”
Her pale skin turned red as if recalling her memories of that time. A fresh smile and rosy cheeks, like a girl falling in love for the first time. However, the lewd and vulgar content coming from her mouth made me feel that her appearance was nothing more than an illusion.
“Would you say it is a famous place in this industry? Our models often feel indebted to us as well. It may be said that it is a suburban area, but it is also an area where the law does not reach, so it is also used as a place for various items and places that are difficult to reveal openly. There are rooms with very special equipment and facilities, and there are also… “
Anna continues her chattering explanation of the company and this building.
Perhaps he was very happy and impressed by his experience with the equipment, or perhaps he had a special loyalty to the company. He seemed very proud and happy, and talked about the terrible and miserable memories he had here, and passionately expressed how great these facilities were. There was.
She was making it seem like it was a very happy and meaningful time, but as you can easily infer just by thinking about the name of this company and the things that have been done to me so far, the company called The content provided was full of excessively obscene and extreme content, so I got dizzy just by listening to it.
A dizzying story that will make you feel dizzy, and her experience.
What happened at her filming location, and the emotions and pleasure she felt.
This is a story about her subjective experiences and emotions, including how she is violated and how she is usually treated by company employees.
What can I say, seeing her face to face with me again, I was able to see how she was being treated and how miserable she was in this company.
Her voice is conveyed to me very realistically and vividly. My hearing, which has developed in a strange way, catches her voice like a ghost, and the ‘experience’ she is happily telling is conveyed as vividly as if it were reality. It was about doing it.
Even though I’m just listening, I feel like my pussy is tingling and throbbing.
I really felt like I was just standing there, repeating the same thing that happened to her, just listening to her happy chatter, and her crotch started to get wet.
Also, I felt like I was somehow contagious due to the humid air unique to this facility, and as time went by, I was getting a little red.
The dull and gloomy air that fills the room sticks to the skin and seeps into it stickily.
I felt like I could somehow infer the identity of this disturbing air and damp smell, and I was excited because I felt like I knew what had happened and what was waiting for me in this place overflowing with air.
Every time I hear her explanation about Studio 3, which is like a secret hideout beyond the barricades and checkpoints, hallucinations of hearing the lewd and erotic moans of her and others she has seen seep into my mind. . And the image of the struggling woman’s body immediately changed into the image of my face, overlaid as if by poor third-rate graphics processing, giving the illusion that I was experiencing their experiences.
My delusion is blatantly lewd.
I was just listening to her experiences and rumors, but I fell into the strange illusion that I was experiencing those things myself, which gave me a strange feeling.
Anna, who had been talking so excitedly, finally stopped whispering such lewd secrets as if she had finished what she had to say.
As she pours out vivid stories that I could not have imagined with my limited experience and imagination, she watches my face, which is swollen and red with her delusions.
And looking at my crimson-stained face, she nods her head in satisfaction and smiles.
“I’m glad you liked my story. I thought I might have been a little excited and talked a little too much without realizing it, but looking at Ha-eun’s expression, it seems she wasn’t bored. Hehe, whenever I come here, I get a little excited without realizing it. My first filming location was also here at Studio 3. Considering that Ha-eun is also filming her first shoot here… I feel a sense of kinship somewhere♡”
“I’m sure Ha-eun will be satisfied, right?”
She is smiling brightly, as if she is very excited about what will happen from now on.
“Then, shall we start heading inside the studio?”
Like this, when she just smiles normally, she looks pure and pretty like a fairy in a fairy tale somewhere, so just a moment ago, I didn’t think she was a person who was so absorbed in perverted and sadistic stories.
A strange and confusing story that seems to suggest that the pretty princess from Fairy Tale Land was a famous prostitute who was said to wander the streets at night naked every night in search of a male.
A strange and somewhat unconventional charm, as if the girl in the sunflower field who seemed to know nothing on the outside was a lustful princess who had sex with seven dwarfs every day behind the stage.
Neat yet glamorous… Should I call it a strange charm?
When I looked at her like that, she made me feel excited for some reason.
In the morning, in the small cubicle of the men’s restroom, I met an unknown man right in front of my eyes… I remember the look on her face when she was having sex, she was very flushed and cried out.
And, that expression looks so different from the bright smile that seems innocent as if you don’t know anything, so I feel strange looking at it.
Maybe she’s just doing it as usual without thinking much, but each of her movements and expressions are so bewitching and seductive that it makes you feel like you’re being mesmerized.
I’m just looking at her smiling energetically, and that’s what comes to mind.
When I look at her smiling so brightly, I somehow feel the urge to see her sobbing lasciviously and vulgarly.
It felt like I could understand the feelings of the men who wanted to torment her.
“Oh, wait a moment!”
As I was walking behind her, she called me and stopped me.
She said, beyond the blocking bar, in a gloomy space with unlit lights, in front of the passageway directly in front of Studio 3.
“It’s quite dirty, probably because I was lying around naked outside. “It’s a bit problematic to go inside the company dressed like that, so shall we at least take a quick shower?”
As she spoke, her own image suddenly occurred to her, and she lowered her whale and looked at her own image.
If you think about it, she still looks like herself.
My arms were still bound in uncomfortable leather arm binders, my large breasts, which I was not yet familiar with, had clearly visible gold heart-shaped piercings, and my light pink smooth skin, which usually boasted a clean appearance, had been showing off all day today. It was filthy due to the harsh environment I was in, the sweat and oil-soaked palms of the men who molested me, and it was also stained and dirty, mixed with various filth, fishy bodily fluids, and disgusting liquids that were difficult to describe.
Hmm… It was very dirty.
More than that, the fact that she was still naked,
And the realization that she had ended up walking around the neighborhood in this unsightly manner made her whole body twist in shame.
No, when I think about it after I calm down a bit, it was really absurd.
Even when I think about it again, I feel embarrassed, embarrassed, and embarrassed.
Ah… Ah… !!
The shameful things I have done and the gazes and actions of people who have harassed me flash through my mind like a panorama.
As if to remind me not to forget, they are stuck to my skin one by one like a brand, and every time I see those marks, I see the black handprint of a man on my chest, the soot on my buttocks, and the bright yellow stain between my groins, running down my cleavage. Traces of unclean spit, stains of a man’s sweat glistening on his armpits…
Everything was engraved as if it were engraved.
Those traces… It reminds me of what happened to my body just moments ago… The thought comes to me so vividly that it makes me hang my head half in excitement and half in shame.
And, at the sight of myself getting excited about that fact, I feel embarrassed and at the same time feel a little bit of pleasure that I am now used to.
Now that I was once again aware of myself and my situation, I was embarrassed and shy. What forcibly pulled me in was the pressure of the leash that was quietly hanging around my neck.
The tightly pulled leather strap puts pressure on my neck and forces me.
The pressure of the constricted carotid artery instinctively causes the body to move to relieve the pain.
I am pulled in the direction she leads.
In a corner of the ruins, there is a small water tap. Should I say tap house? There was simply a neat water pipe and faucet that stood out on the old wall.
Unlike the appearance of the exterior wall, which had cracks here and there and some parts were broken, exposing the steel frame, the water pipes and faucets did not have even light rust and seemed to be neatly maintained.
The neat stainless steel water pipe, cleaned by itself, looks somewhat foreign. It looks as if only part of it was renovated separately. And as if it wasn’t just the exterior that was well maintained, the faucet turned smoothly following Anna’s fingers, and a stream of clear water flowed naturally.
A clear and transparent stream of water.
Clean water.
No, it was strange to feel something amazing about clean water flowing, but the sights I saw while walking around the streets today were refreshing and refreshing to see the sophisticated and neat appearance of modern civilization, which I had taken for granted. It makes you feel good.
The streets are questionable whether they are even being cleaned properly.
There is a lot of trash left on the floor, various used injection needles, as is customary on the streets of these slums, strange waste whose purpose is hard to guess, and colorful condoms left after being used as if symbolizing the nightlife…
All the buildings in the city had cracks as if they were defective somewhere, and in some buildings, the pillars or frames were broken and collapsed. In serious buildings, the frames were left exposed, and it was unusual to see buildings that were half-collapsed.
It was rather difficult to find a wall that wasn’t scrawled with harsh profanity or obscenities, and a disgusting and horrible smell of water was flowing from the drain. The gloomy and oppressive air that inevitably flows throughout the city.
A city that really feels like you’re seeing the end of the world somewhere.
That’s why the ordinary faucet that can be easily seen everywhere looks fresh with its rust-free stainless steel pipe.
A stream of water flowing clear and transparent without any malfunction.
The sight was enough to make me feel touched
Are you telling me to wash with this water?
Even though it was hidden behind a wall, I couldn’t help but feel a bit of aversion to having to expose my naked body and wash myself in an open place like this, but in fact… I also felt like it was too late to worry about such things.
It’s a little embarrassing, but it’s too much to be ashamed of something like this… I’ve already seen too many things that should be seen.
And, I had forgotten about it, but when I realized it, I felt the sticky body fluid stuck to various parts of my skin… The fishy body odor, stench, and watery smell that fills the tip with my nose are terrible and disgusting… Rather, I thought that it would make me happy to think that this unclean feeling could be washed away with clean water.
Anyway, the only people who were seeing me like that were Anna, who was pulling me by the leash, and Jeniger, the drone who was filming me from up there.
If you think this is being filmed… Well, it wasn’t that I wasn’t embarrassed. To think that even such things are recorded in AV and seen by many people… It’s a shame,
Actually, isn’t this really a new thing?
…
It’s already been a long time since everything that was visible and not visible was already shown, and it was filmed. Even in the middle of the square, her clothes were torn, her breasts and vagina were exposed, she was masturbated by an unknown male, and in front of everyone, she was administered an enema with a syringe and excreted a lot of light blue jelly. Throwing away… Such a terrible and shameful sight was also filmed.
And all of those scenes were filmed and recorded… Sold to an unspecified number of men… I will throw it away.
Even if there’s an image of me washing up added to it, it’s really… Isn’t this something new?
It would be a lie if I said I wasn’t embarrassed, but I feel a certain sense of detachment.
Especially… I was given an enema until my stomach was full… I tried to hold it in, but in the end, I couldn’t hold it in anymore, so I showed off my butt in front of everyone… Light blue, that… The moment when I poured out everything that came out of my body…
♡
Just thinking about it makes my face get hot with shame and excitement.
Anyway, I put those thoughts aside and placed my feet in the quietly flowing stream.
It’s cold!
As if symbolizing the chilly weather in the middle of winter, the stream of water flowing from the tap was so cold that it felt so cold.
As if not to expect anything like a hot water function, the only thing on the faucet was the ability to turn the water on and off, and there were no other levers to be seen.
Although it was truly unavoidable, I had to wash my entire body with this searing cold water, and the coldness felt on my skin, which had been made sensitive by various medications, was stronger than I expected. I was just carefully dipping my toes in, but it was so cold that I was shivering.
But in the end, nothing can be solved just by hesitating like this, so I strengthen my resolve. However, if you think about it, that resolution was more useless than you thought. There was no way I could wash every inch of my soiled body while my arms were tied to arm binders. There was no way I would have ever experienced having my arms tied like this, and I didn’t realize how uncomfortable it was. I was able to realize once again how important and necessary the part called the arm and the extremity of the body called the hand are for humans.
Because the height of the water pipe was quite awkward, it was impossible to force myself to bend down to wash my body. I just washed my soles and legs in the trickling stream of water. Since both arms were tied behind the back, one could lose one’s center of gravity by simply squatting down, and one could not sit down freely.
And as if it hadn’t been planned to have me wash myself from the beginning, Anna suddenly took out a green rubber hose from her bag.
A thin rubber pipe that can sometimes be seen in parks or academies. A rubber hose with a simple and simple design that was frequently used for watering the yard or flower beds.
Connect it to the faucet and run a stream of water vigorously.
A stream of transparent water flows through the pipe. I grab the end of the pipe. The entrance becomes narrower than the flowing passage, and the natural water flow inevitably becomes stronger. A stream of water sprays vigorously and wets the floor. And he pointed to me at the rubber hose that was connected like that.
Sprinkling water.
Unable to prepare for the sudden spray of water, cold water is sprayed all over my body. The skin is getting wet, but for some reason, this situation, with both arms tied up and being held by a necklace with bells, unable to do anything and being sprayed with water, somehow feels more like a livestock than washing one’s body… Or, it makes you think that dirty things are being cleaned.
Like…
This is how it feels,
The act of washing simply to remove dirt, regardless of my will. Without emotion, it just shoots out a stream of water. The strong stream of water hitting my skin felt a little painful, but more than the pain… This situation, where I felt like I was being treated like livestock, was something that pricked me mentally.
This is how it is… It really seemed no different from livestock.
They are tied to a leash, and their bodies are washed through a rubber hose sprayed by their owner. Both arms were tied so that one could not resist, and the act was like wiping away dust from one’s skin with a stream of water flowing from a rubber hose.
The current situation overlaps with the image of washing pigs in a barn, which I saw in a documentary program some time ago. I think the zookeeper at that time was similar to Anna now.
A rubber hose was connected to a faucet, and a strong stream of water was used to wash the skin of a still pig.
It may be my imagination, but
Both the tied arms and the situation of being washed by someone else’s hand, a raw-colored tool called a rubber hose, make you feel that way.
There is no consideration or respect.
Just cleaning work to keep dirty livestock out of the house.
I feel like I am being treated like that.
I feel humiliated even though I am just being washed in cold water.
I felt like I wasn’t being treated as a person.
The dirty dirt that had seeped into my skin was being washed away, but the stains in my heart seemed to be pressing in even more blackly.
A dark feeling comes in.
I’m just being washed, but I really feel like I’ve become livestock.
In particular, this cold stream of water adds to the misery.
Then you should feel even more miserable and sad…
Why am I in this situation… Does it make you feel like it’s not that bad?
Wet skin, underneath.
It seemed like something a little different from water was flowing under the bridge.
What comes to mind is Anna’s employee ID card, with a photo on the back.
A vulgar photo showing off the pussy and asshole wide open.
A colorful condom hanging on her waist as if showing off, and a white… Cloudy liquid flowing between her holes.
Even though it was miserable… A beautiful photo.
Me too… Is that why I end up being treated like that?
… It might be good♥
Every inch of my body was washed, as if it were a car wash, in a way that would make you miserable.
Legs, thighs, … Groin, chest, lower back, armpits, hair… And pussy… Even the butthole♥.
Perhaps on purpose, the rubber lake was pushed closer and cold water was poured in.
And in between, it was pointed out that the area between my crotch was stained with water and other liquids, and the slightly gaping hole in my buttocks was played with as if to make fun of it.
I couldn’t resist, I couldn’t rebel.
It was really like washing livestock, every nook and cranny of my body was being washed.
Humiliating and shameful act of washing.
Washing, not showering.
That difference, that humiliating treatment
I feel somehow… Because I like it.
I myself didn’t know what to do about the strangeness.
An unconscious masochistic tendency was sprouting.
