It's been a year and a half since that day when two men took turns thrusting their thick cocks into me, beginning my training. My soft, porcelain-white skin and beautiful breasts remain unchanged. My deeply masochistic body hasn't changed either. Back then, I was living a happy married life with my husband, but now he's become abusive, and the atmosphere at home has turned dark and tense. Despite having children, an unsettling, uneasy tension now fills our household.