11-2

Chapter 2: Failed Resistance & Initial Expansion 

Liu Yong's body was muscular and hairy, but this was clearly not to his future master's liking. 

When the man appeared before Liu Yong again, he held a paper listing the master's preferences and requirements. The first item was mandatory full-body hair removal for the sex slave. 

The man unhooked Liu Yong from the conveyor belt exit, loosely bound his hands, and tossed him on the floor, ignoring him while selecting various tools from cabinets lining half the wall. 

Liu Yong's limbs were numb and tingling from prolonged bondage. He hadn't eaten or drunk for nearly eighteen hours and had just struggled desperately, leaving him physically drained. 

Seeing the man's back turned without caution, Liu Yong saw an opportunity to attack. Despite his weakness, he struggled to his feet, staggered a few steps, and swung his hands at the man's neck, hoping to knock him unconscious. 

But before he could make contact, his wrist was caught. The man appeared thin but possessed great strength. His five fingers gripped like claws, instantly flipping Liu Yong to the ground. 

Already weakened, the fall sent pain like a dislocation through Liu Yong's joints, leaving him immobile. 

"It seems you haven't accepted your fate yet," the man said, his tone icy cold despite the mask. 

Bending down to pin Liu Yong, he repeatedly punched his stomach with his free hand until Liu Yong nearly vomited acid. 

The final blow struck Liu Yong's groin. The man then dragged him by the hair to a corner, fixing him face-up on a bed frame welded from steel pipes amidst his screams. 

Finding the screams grating, the man replaced Liu Yong's gag with a larger, hollow one. His cries became whimpers, but saliva flowed freely, soon covering his face. 

The man coldly adjusted the bed frame, raising Liu Yong's legs high against his chest, elevating his buttocks far above his head. 

Liu Yong felt blood rushing to his head, causing dizziness. Though exhausted, he struggled desperately. 

Ignoring Liu Yong's efforts, the man took a shiny metal device from a cart - a professional anal speculum - and positioned himself between Liu Yong's spread legs. 

"Since this is likely your first enema, I'll guide you through the necessary steps. In the future, this will be your responsibility. You can skip it if you want, but you probably don't want to know the consequences." 

Wearing surgical gloves, the man applied lubricant to Liu Yong's tightly clenched anus. After saying "relax" and massaging briefly, he inserted a finger directly. 

Liu Yong's whimpers immediately intensified. His virgin intestinal walls contracted forcefully around the man's two intruding fingers. 

When training, especially with novices, the man typically avoided muscle relaxants on the sphincter, as unresisting anuses killed his mood for play. 

Feeling the tight grip on his fingers preventing deeper entry, the man frowned. He withdrew his fingers and slapped Liu Yong's anus hard three times in quick succession. 

"Your tightness is very appealing to buyers, so I'll try not to damage it during training. But if you can't learn to relax on your own, I won't hold back. Tearing or prolapse will be your problem - I have ways to tighten you back up before final delivery." 

The man's displeasure was evident in his tone. 

Liu Yong was dazed by the slaps. The man's palm struck his anus while his fingertips grazed Liu Yong's scrotum and penis. 

His genitals, still aching from the earlier blow, now experienced a mix of pain and subtle pleasure from this new assault. Liu Yong's face flushed red, and he even began to show signs of arousal, which immediately drew another cold laugh from the man. 

But the man's threats also frightened Liu Yong, so he tried to cooperate by relaxing his sphincter muscles. 

The man sensed the muscle changes and rewarded Liu Yong with a few squeezes of his round testicles before releasing his grip. He wasn't in a hurry to train this creature that could only follow instinct and couldn't learn self-control. 

Adding more lubricant, the man waited until the shallow muscles around the anus could easily accommodate three of his fingers. He then steadily inserted the cold speculum. 

The anal speculum the man used was longer than standard medical devices, invading all the way to the end of Liu Yong's rectum before stopping. The man then began turning the device's handle, causing it to expand outward from within, stretching Liu Yong's intestines and anus like an ancient torture device. 

"Mmph... mmph..." Liu Yong's body shuddered as the cold metal contacted his warm intestinal walls. The metal rod, not particularly thick, began extending in all directions under the man's control, causing Liu Yong's intestines to reflexively contract again. 

This time, the man ignored the desperate muscle resistance, continuing to turn the handle despite Liu Yong's muffled cries of pain. He only stopped when the anal diameter reached 5 centimeters. 

By this point, Liu Yong was shocked, terrified, and in agony. His body was covered in cold sweat, and he was seeing stars.