[Urban] Phoenix in Flames (Complete) - 26

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In Chapter 9

of "Surrounded by Enemies," Choi Young-jin says, "I came here to complete the mission assigned to me by the organization. Although I find this mission incomprehensible, I will still complete it. With you, with you..." Choi Young-jin utters the word "sleep" with considerable difficulty, continuing, "Sleeping with you is something I don't want to do, so I won't undress myself or change clothes, but I also won't resist any of your actions."
Kim Young-seong stares wide-eyed at these words. A mere lieutenant daring to contradict him like this ignites his fury. He lunges forward and delivers a resounding slap to Choi Young-jin's face. The slap is crisp and clear; Choi Young-jin doesn't dodge, and several red marks appear on her pale face. "
Who do you think you are! How dare you speak to me like that! Don't even mention you, your captain, and your captain's superior, and even their superior's superior, all bow and scrape before me! What are you?!" Another heavy slap landed on Choi Young-jin's face, a trickle of crimson blood flowing from her tightly pressed lips. "
I'm nothing, I'm a member of the Korean People's Army!" Choi Young-jin straightened her body, glaring at Kim Yong-sung.
"You, you—" Kim Yong-sung pointed at her nose, nearly driven mad with rage. "The Korean People's Army! Hahaha!" He laughed maniacally, "I'll strip you of your uniform and see how you're any different from a prostitute!" With that, he grabbed her collar and ripped it open, the buttons scattering like broken pearls. He wasn't just taking her off; he was tearing her uniform. Under his brute force, the grass-green uniform became shredded, like fluttering ribbons draped over her body. In the blink of an eye, Choi Young-jin's underwear was also torn to shreds, her glistening breasts exposed before Kim Yong-sung.
"I'll teach you to be so stubborn!" Seeing those dazzlingly beautiful breasts, Kim Young-seong suddenly found a target for his rage. He grabbed, kneaded, and squeezed those full, firm breasts, shouting incoherently.
Kim Young-seong was very strong; Choi Young-jin stumbled back several steps, her back pressed against the metal armrest of the large bed in the center of the room. The cold iron bar dug painfully into her back. This physical pain was nothing compared to the torture she had suffered in Hong Kong, but Kim Young-seong was her compatriot, a high-ranking government official, yet he had torn apart her sacred military uniform and committed acts worse than beasts. This pain and anguish were beyond words.
Kim Young-sung observed her expression. No matter how he grabbed, pinched, or even twisted her pert nipples with all his might, Choi Young-jin remained silent, her expression barely changing. The calmer she was, the more annoyed Kim Young-sung became. It was like throwing a punch expectantly, hoping for a cry of pain, but instead, it felt like hitting cotton wool—his opponent showed no reaction whatsoever. This feeling of being unable to exert his strength fueled Kim Young-sung's anger.
Kim Young-sung freed one hand and reached for her slender waist, fumbling to unbuckle her belt. Her grass-green trousers fell limply to her ankles. Like most Black Sun members, Choi Young-jin didn't wear thermal underwear even in winter, so after removing her trousers, she was left only in her underwear.
Without hesitation, Kim Young-sung thrust his five fingers into her underwear. "I'll fuck you to death, let's see if you scream!" Kim Young-sung's middle finger slammed into her vagina, followed by his index finger. Although the two fingers combined weren't particularly thick, the sudden, unprepared insertion still caused her immense pain. The fingers digging into her dry, tightly closed vagina only fueled Choi Young-jin's anger.
But this tactic was ineffective. Seeing her lack of reaction, Kim Young-seong thought, "Are you a wooden doll?"
He lowered his head, grabbed Choi Young-jin's breast, and bit down hard. It was a real bite; his brownish-yellow teeth dug deep into the flesh. When he opened his mouth, her breast resembled a blooming, bright red peach blossom, with blood seeping from a row of teeth marks. The pain was far more intense than before. Choi Young-jin couldn't help but gasp, gripping the iron bars behind her back with both hands, a soft thud escaping her nostrils.
Kim Young-seong, unsatisfied with his first bite, bit down hard again, his fingers inside her vagina being pulled upwards with even greater force, forcing Choi Young-jin to stand on tiptoe.
Choi Young-jin endured it all, watching him bite her snow-white breasts like a wolf, leaving them bloodied and raw. Anger gathered in her chest, and she struggled to suppress her rage. Kim Young-seong was nearing madness; he forced his ring finger into her vagina, nearly tearing the vaginal walls apart. Then he withdrew two fingers, finding the clitoris above her labia, and pinched the soft flesh with his nails. Finally, he bit down on her nipple. Just as it was about to be severed, Choi Young-jin couldn't bear it any longer. She pushed him away violently, causing him to stumble and nearly fall.
Kim Young-seong froze for three seconds, then pounced like an enraged lion. In that instant, Choi Young-jin calmed down and didn't resist. She was forcibly dragged onto the large bed. Kim Young-sung removed his robe, his fat, fleshy body pressing tightly against her. He grabbed her long, slender legs with one hand and placed them on his shoulder, while the other hand gripped his erect penis and shoved it into her.
Choi Young-jin was almost unable to breathe under the pressure. The tearing pain as the penis forcefully penetrated her brought back memories of being raped in Hong Kong and on the Seoul train. The first two times, she couldn't resist, but today, she could struggle. She could easily knock the man on top of her to the ground, but reason told her she couldn't. Although the physical pain of the previous two times was far greater, now, the humiliation of being able to use her strength was even more unbearable.
Kim Young-sung had originally planned to take it slow, but because of Choi Young-jin's arrogance and defiance, things had escalated to this point, which was not his intention. However, during the violent conquest, he felt an unusual excitement he had never experienced before. He sat on Choi Young-jin's lap, his other leg pressed against her chest. A surge of power, seemingly from nowhere, propelled him forward with the ferocity of a young man; he hadn't felt this vigorous in a long, long time. But the pleasure
was short-lived. In just a minute, he couldn't control his volcanic eruption of desire. With a brief spasm and a roar, Kim Young-sung ejaculated. "Damn it," Kim Young-sung cursed. "Too fast!" He hadn't even had time to savor the pleasure before it was over. Seeing Choi Young-jin's cold gaze, he saw not only anger and disgust in her eyes, but also contempt. That look made him feel like he'd swallowed a fly, an indescribable unease. He wanted to regain his virility, but he was already over fifty, his body ravaged by alcohol and women. His penis, uncooperatively shrinking, reluctantly slipped out of her body under the pressure of her vagina.
Kim Young-sung sat up, draped his robe over himself, went to the liquor cabinet, poured himself a glass of wine, and swallowed a few pills with the wine. It was an imported aphrodisiac, used to help with erections; Kim Young-sung often relied on it. "
Vice Chairman Kim, can I go now?" Choi Young-jin sat up on the edge of the bed. She desperately wanted to leave.
"No!" Kim Young-sung said firmly.
Choi Young-jin's expression darkened, but she had anticipated that Kim Young-sung wouldn't let her off so easily. Although the room was heated, she was still a little cold being naked. She looked down at herself; her breasts were covered in bloodstains like blooming peach blossoms, another mark of shame inflicted by men. A semi-transparent fluid flowed between her legs; although she had taken birth control pills before coming, the fluid still disgusted her. She involuntarily thought of Han Chao-an, feeling even more distant from him, her heart heavy with sorrow. "
Come here," Kim Young-sung beckoned to her.
Choi Young-jin remained seated, shaking her head. From the moment she entered the room, she had decided to face Kim Young-seong with this attitude. Even if she were to have him and her body, she would make him uncomfortable. She hoped that after this night, Kim Young-seong would never come looking for her again.
Kim Young-seong flew into a rage again, throwing the glass in his hand at her. Choi Young-jin had no chance to dodge; the glass struck her forehead, and sharp shards cut her head, drawing a trickle of blood from her fine hair. "
You won't say a word when I curse you, you won't say a word when I hit you, you won't say a word when I fuck you, are you fucking dead?!" Kim Young-seong stood up, roaring as he rushed over, pinning her back onto the bed and beating her wildly, scratching and pinching her body.
After a while, Kim Young-seong was panting heavily. After all, he was getting old, and his strength was failing him. Sweat beaded on his forehead. He stopped, looking at Choi Young-jin's still cold and disdainful eyes, feeling somewhat dejected. He quickly pressed the call button by the bedside and asked his assistant, Jin Ling, to bring in two guards.
Being Kim Yong-sung's assistant meant he was in cahoots with him. The moment Jin Ling entered the room and saw Choi Young-jin's naked body, his eyes lit up.
Kim Yong-sung casually said from the bedside, "Ling, I'm a little tired and can't satisfy her. You two take over."
Seeing Kim Yong-sung resort to such despicable means, Choi Young-jin, supporting her battered body, was too angry to speak. "
What, is that not allowed? You said you came to complete a mission, so I'll make sure you complete it perfectly." Kim Yong-sung laughed loudly.
Jin Ling was the first to strip naked and climb onto the bed. He had been captivated by Choi Young-jin's beauty when she entered, and now, with this golden opportunity, he wasn't about to let it slip by. The other two guards hesitated briefly before also undressing and getting into bed. "
She's a stone beauty, you can take your time. Whoever can bring her to orgasm will be richly rewarded!" Kim Yong-sung also sat on the edge of the bed. He didn't play this kind of game often, so it felt particularly novel.
"I know, even if it's a stone, I'll make it bloom," Jin Ling leered, placing two guards on either side of her. He then knelt between Cui Yingzhen's legs and began to caress her private parts. Jin Ling was a master at playing with women; he was very skillful. Under his caresses, the clitoris above her labia slowly swelled. "
You call yourself a stone woman? You get hard with just one touch!" Jin Ling parted her labia, pinching the protruding flesh for Jin Yongsheng to see.
"Hmm, continue," Jin Yongsheng said with satisfaction. Jin Ling had the two guards lift her buttocks and inserted two fingers into her secret place, beginning to thrust slowly and gradually faster. Because her vagina still contained Jin Yongsheng's semen, it was very lubricated, and Jin Ling thrust more and more vigorously.
The clitoris swelled and became congested after caressing; this was a purely physiological reaction and not directly related to sexual desire. However, Cui Yingzhen didn't understand these things. Hearing Jin Ling say that her body had changed, she couldn't help but feel a little nervous.
"Is it good to be fucked by a man like this? If it is, scream!" Kim Young-sung said with a grin. Choi Young-jin looked at Kim Young-sung, hesitant to speak. "
Say what you want to say!" Kim Young-sung said. "
You are all government officials. The country is facing a crisis, yet you do such things. I feel sorry for you and for the country!" Choi Young-jin finally spoke.
Kim Young-sung's face turned red and then white. "Fuck her! Fuck her to death!" he roared at Kim Ling. Kim Ling was startled and quickly pulled out his fingers, replacing them with his own penis, and thrusting it into Choi Young-jin's secret place. "
What do you know about national affairs! What do you think you are! I heard that you were gang-raped by the Black Dragon Society in Hong Kong, and played with by men on the Seoul. You are a slut who is used by everyone, a whore who is fucked every day, and you still want to talk to me about national affairs!" Kim Young-sung was furious and pointed at Choi Young-jin, who was swaying from side to side as Kim Ling thrust into her.
His words touched a raw nerve with Choi Young-jin. Her face turned deathly pale. She had been raped twice, both times for the sake of her country. Yet, Kim Young-sung, the Vice President of the country, had stooped to such shamelessness. How could she not feel heartache? "Yes, I've been raped!" Choi Young-jin said. "You were rapists too!" The two guards beside her, still retaining a shred of conscience, stopped their grip on her breasts after hearing their conversation. A hint of reluctance crossed their faces, but they dared not say anything in the face of Kim Young-sung's power. "
You—" Kim Young-sung was enraged to hear Choi Young-jin describe him as a rapist, but he didn't know how to deal with her.
After saying this, Choi Young-jin ignored him. She turned her head, closed her eyes, and remained silent as Kim Young-sung thrust his penis deep inside her. Kim Young-sung, his face ashen, got out of bed, went to the liquor cabinet, took out a bottle of strong liquor, and took a large gulp.
Seeing his annoyed expression, Jin Ling lost his will to continue. While women were important, pleasing his master was always more crucial. He moved away from Cui Yingzhen's body and walked to Jin Yongsheng's side, softly calling out, "Chairman!" Jin
Yongsheng ignored him, pointing at the two guards and shouting, "Who told you to stop? Keep going, keep going!"
The two guards exchanged glances, and one of them pressed down on her. As his penis entered Cui Yingzhen, he whispered in her ear, "I'm sorry." "
Chairman, we need to think of a way to punish her," Jin Ling said. "
What way? I heard she was captured by the Black Dragon Society in Hong Kong and subjected to all sorts of torture; she's incredibly tough!"
Jin Yongsheng said. "
Chairman, I have an idea," Jin Ling whispered in Jin Yongsheng's ear.
"Good! Good!" Jin Yongsheng laughed loudly. "Go quickly!"
A moment later, Jin Ling returned, carrying two iron bars over a meter long and several rolls of rope. "Tie her to the iron bars!" The two guards stopped, each picking up an iron bar. One was placed across her feet, binding them together; the other was level with her shoulders, binding her hands. Choi Young-jin was lifted off the bed, standing upright on the floor, arms outstretched, legs spread at a ninety-degree angle.
Choi Young-jin didn't know what they wanted to do, but having endured so much torture in Hong Kong, she wasn't afraid of Kim Young-seung's methods. However, she was wrong; Kim Young-seung was more brutal than she imagined. "
Alright, you can come in now," Jin Ling called out towards the door. The door opened, and Choi Young-jin's heart leaped into her throat. A guard entered, followed by two enormous, ferocious wolfhounds, each over half a person's height. Choi Young-jin had been bitten by a dog when she was very young, so she had an inexplicable fear of dogs. However, what she truly feared was something she dared not think about further. "Has she
been injected with the drug?" Jin Ling asked the handler holding the wolves. "Yes
, the handler did," the handler replied. He loosened his leash, and the two wolfhounds suddenly rushed to Cui Yingzhen's side, barking wildly, nudging her naked body with their noses, and licking her with their long tongues. The guards of these two male dogs had been injected with aphrodisiacs, so they were in a state of intense estrus. "
Since you're not interested in people, I'll just have to bring you my two treasures to have some fun!" Jin Yongsheng laughed loudly.
One of the large wolfhounds stood up, pounced on her, placed its paws on her scarred breasts, and licked her chin with its red tongue.
Cui Yingzhen twisted her head, trying to avoid him. Although she had a strong will, being raped by two beasts was still beyond her psychological capacity. "
Beg for mercy, and perhaps I'll take pity on you," Jin Yongsheng said smugly, sensing her fear.
Jin Ling chimed in, "Show her those two treasures, let her see them!" The trainer gave a signal, and one of the wolfhounds lay down on its back. A half-foot-long, dark red fleshy rod was visible beneath its brownish-yellow belly. "
Don't underestimate this thing," Jin Ling said. "When it gets hard, it'll be thick at the top and thin at the bottom; once it's in, you won't be able to pull it out!
" "You're all beasts!" Cui Yingzhen, overwhelmed with grief, couldn't help but curse angrily.
Cui Yingzhen was laid flat on the ground, the iron rod binding her legs resting on a bench, her lower body completely suspended in the air . Two wolfhounds, each weighing nearly a hundred pounds, surrounded her, sniffing, licking, and biting. Although they weren't using much force, their claws still left bloody marks on her fair skin.
"Let's begin!" Jin Yongsheng said excitedly. At the trainer's signal, one of the wolfhounds crawled between Cui Yingzhen's parted legs, its paws on her shoulders, its head close to her face, its heavy breathing almost making her faint. A hard object pressed between her legs; Cui Yingzhen immediately knew it was the dog's genitals. She twisted her body, but her entire body was bound so tightly that she couldn't move.
The wolfhound, untrained, couldn't penetrate her despite several attempts, howling in frustration. Seeing this, the trainer moved behind the dog, bent down, and gently squeezed its erect penis, inserting it into Choi Young-jin's pink vulva.
The dog's penis was much hotter than a human's; Choi Young-jin felt as if a red-hot iron bar was being branded into her vagina. She screamed wildly, her fists clenched, her toes pointed, in excruciating pain. "
How is it? Is it good?" Kim Young-seong squatted down on top of her, laughing maniacally.
As the wolfhound's penis penetrated halfway, Cui Yingzhen's eyes widened in fury. She jerked her head back, her forehead slamming into the wolfhound's head—her only resistance. The impact was severe; the wolfhound howled in pain, its body thrown aside. This collision enraged the wolfhound, which rolled over, opening its blood-red jaws to bite at Cui Yingzhen's throat. Fortunately, just as its teeth touched her neck, the trainer grabbed the leash on its collar and pulled it back.
Still struggling, Jinling brought another rope and placed it around her neck, restricting her only remaining movement.
The trainer then had the wolfhound attack again. Dogs are intelligent; because Cui Yingzhen had hurt it, this time it placed its paws on her breasts, its sharp claws digging tightly into her flesh. The trainer then repeated the process, inserting the wolfhound's genitals into Cui Yingzhen's body. This time, she was utterly powerless to resist.
The wolfhound's genitals swelled inside Cui Yingzhen's body, stretching her vaginal walls. Then, the wolfhound sat up and began thrusting rapidly. Unlike humans, dogs thrust much faster. Cui Yingzhen finally couldn't withstand it and screamed in agony, a sound so shrill it was unbearable to hear.
Suddenly, a piercing gunshot rang out in the room. One of the two guards who had entered with Jin Ling drew his gun and shot the wolfhound, which was vigorously ravaging Cui Yingzhen, dead. Everyone in the room froze. The guard stood there, gun in hand, dumbfounded. As a soldier, a soldier with a conscience, he couldn't bear to see his compatriot being so cruelly and inhumanely abused by a beast. "
You've rebelled!" Park San and Kim Young-seong snapped out of their daze and roared furiously.
The guard named Park San, realizing the enormity of his mistake, knelt down with a thud. "Chairman, she's so pitiful, please let her go," he stammered.
A warm feeling welled up in Choi Young-jin's chest, and her eyes moistened. She felt a deep sense of relief that righteousness
still existed in the world. "Park San, you've been my bodyguard for more than a year or two. If it weren't for me, your whole family would be in a labor camp long ago. Instead of repaying me, you even fired a shot in my room! I think you've had enough of life, your whole family has had enough of life!" Kim Young-seong said sinisterly.
Park San's heart skipped a beat. He knew Kim Young-seong's vengeful nature and knew that this shot would bring unpredictable disaster not only to himself but also to his entire family. He smiled bitterly and said, "Chairman, I will never forget your great kindness. I'm sorry, sir. As a soldier, I can't bear to see my compatriots being abused by beasts. Chairman, it's all my fault. I'm willing to take the blame alone. Please, have mercy and don't make things difficult for my parents and my sister. I beg you!" He kowtowed deeply to Kim Young-seong and resolutely pointed the pistol at his temple. "
Don't!" Choi Young-jin shouted loudly from the side.
Everything was irreversible. A gunshot rang out, a blossom of blood appeared on Park San's head, and he collapsed to the ground. Though dead, his eyes remained wide open in defiance.
Park's older brother, Choi Young, wept bitterly. A woman of strong emotions, she knew that although she had only spent less than an hour with Park San and hadn't exchanged a single word, he was deeply etched into her memory, one she would never forget.
What a disappointment! Kim Yong-sung hadn't expected so much trouble tonight. Looking at the blood-soaked room, he had little sexual desire left. He decided not to sleep here tonight and turned to leave.
As he reached the door, Jin Ling called out, "Chairman, what about this woman?"
Kim Yong-sung turned around, glaring at Choi Young-jin, and said hatefully, "Isn't there still a dog? Continue. Also, have all the guards here have their way with her. Anyone who refuses, let them go. Let her leave at dawn."
He stepped out the door, then remembered something and turned back, saying, "Oh, right, get a camera and film it. I want to see it tomorrow!" "
Understood!" Jin Ling replied. After Kim Young-sung left, he ordered his men to remove the bodies of Park San and the wolfhound. Choi Young-jin was carried to the living room, where a high-end Sony digital camcorder was set up, and then the trainer led another wolfhound in.
Choi Young-jin was immersed in immense grief, for herself and for Park San. The fiery genitals of a beast pounded wildly inside her body, sharp claws scratched at her, the furry body pressed tightly against her, and a wet, blood-red tongue flickered before her eyes. Could life be more tragic than this? Choi Young-jin's heart was ashen. She cursed the blind heavens, cursed those men who were worse than beasts, and even more tragically, the fate of the nation was in the hands of such people. The despairing pain plunged her into utter darkness.
The large wolfhound continued for a full fifteen minutes before stopping, and those fifteen minutes felt like an eternity to Choi Young-jin. Jin Ling gathered the guards, a total of thirteen. He announced Kim Yong-sung's order. Most of these thirteen had already heard about the Park San incident, their eyes filled with anger and indignation, but they dared not disobey Kim Yong-sung's orders. Only three or four men had eyes full of anticipation; for them, the opportunity to have sex with a beauty like Choi Young-jin was incredibly rare.
Jin Ling ordered several guards to carry a large basin of clean water and immerse Choi Young-jin's genitals in it, as her vagina still contained dog semen, which needed to be cleaned. The mere presence of dog semen disgusted them; one can only imagine the pain Choi Young-jin endured after being raped by a dog. The red-glowing DV camera recorded everything, documenting the entire ordeal of a North Korean female soldier being brutally violated by her compatriots.
Jin Ling was the first to enter. As his penis penetrated Choi Young-jin's body, he shook his head, saying, "Why are you so stubborn? Just obey Chairman Kim, and nothing will happen.
" Choi Young-jin sneered, "Obey? Be a shameless slave like you?" "You disgust me!"
Jin Ling's face darkened. He wanted to lash out, but he held back. He knew he was out of options and couldn't think of any more ways to make her submit. He could only thrust his penis violently into her body, focusing on enjoying the immense pleasure. Although Cui Yingzhen had been raped by many men, it wasn't many times, so her vagina was still very tight, the tender flesh tightly gripping his penis. In no time, Jin Ling reached orgasm.
Afterward, one guard after another took turns. Each time, Cui Yingzhen's genitals were immersed in water, washing her secret place filled with men's semen. Several guards whispered "sorry" in her ear while having sex with her, finishing quickly as if completing a task. But some others, like finding a treasure, touched and grabbed her, and lasted a particularly long time. Because of the constant soaking in cold water, Cui Yingzhen's lower body was somewhat numb. She looked at the swaying faces, their images overlapping in the lamplight. Although the physical violence she had suffered today might not have been as severe as the electric shock she had endured, the emotional pain was far greater. Her endurance had already been pushed to its limit during Park San's suicide attempt; now she was exhausted and her mind was somewhat clouded.
In less than an hour and a half, the thirteen guards plus Jin Ling, a total of fourteen, had finished. The basin of water beside Cui Yingzhen was now murky. "
Anyone else want to go?" Jin Ling asked.
"No, most of them said in unison. A few who wanted to go again dared not utter a sound when they saw the angry looks of their companions."
Jin Ling was also tired. He waved his hand and said, "You two stay. Let her go at dawn." He then took the DV camera and left the room.
Everyone dispersed, leaving only two guards. They untied the ropes binding Cui Yingzhen, brought her a cotton robe to wear, and almost simultaneously stood at attention, saluted, and then stood at the doorway with their chests puffed out like sentries.
Cui Yingzhen hugged the robe tightly, tears welling up uncontrollably again. In the darkness, she waited for dawn to arrive…
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Mo Zhentian, the leader of the Black Dragon Society, wore a bronze mask and a wide black robe, seated on a massive mahogany chair. Before him, a young woman in a lace tank top, a semi-transparent miniskirt, and white knee-high boots danced gracefully to lively music. The room was dimly lit, but it was clear that nothing was visible beneath her skirt. With each leg movement, alluring pink buds, like delicate red lips, opened and closed, exuding boundless charm. Her dance was incredibly seductive, yet her appearance was utterly innocent; the two contrasting impressions blended together, enough to make any man's blood boil.
The music suddenly intensified, the performance reaching its climax. The young woman's waist swayed back lightly like a willow branch in the wind, one hand bracing against the floor, her body arched like a crescent moon, her silver-red nail polished fingers thrusting between her open legs.
Amidst the erotic music, Mo Zhentian listened to her faint moans and watched as the girl's smooth, newborn-like private parts oozed a few drops of honey-like fluid. Sweat began to bead on his forehead.
When the music ended, the girl slumped softly to the ground, panting heavily. She had danced for a full hour before Mo Zhentian, her strength utterly depleted. But after a moment, she rose from the ground, obediently kneeling at Mo Zhentian's feet, and softly asked, "Master, would you like to dance again?" Mo Zhentian reached out and gently lifted the girl's innocent face, saying, "You danced well. What ballet will you dance next? A selection from Swan Lake, Master." "Oh, alright." Mo Zhentian paused, he had been preparing to get down to business, but hearing her words, he decided to wait a little longer.
The girl stood up, walked to the corner where a travel bag lay, and without hesitation or pause, she took off her clothes, changed into another set of tight-fitting clothes, and then fumbled in the bag to find a pair of pure white ballet shoes.
Perhaps she was too tired, or perhaps the shoes were too small; it took the girl a long time to put on her dance shoes. She stood up with some difficulty and tiptoed back to Mo Zhentian.
Soft music began, and the graceful, proud white swan began to dance. She danced professionally and with great focus. Halfway through, while performing a single-leg spin, she suddenly slipped and fell, like a swan struck by a bullet. A look of terror crossed her face as she struggled to her feet, but the fall twisted her ankle, and she fell again.
Mo Zhentian waved his hand, indicating she didn't need to get up. The girl remained anxious and trembling on the ground. "
I heard you know some basic martial arts," Mo Zhentian said. "How come your stamina is so poor?"
The girl paused, then said, "I'm sorry, Master. I didn't sleep well last night while choreographing these dances." Mo Zhentian beckoned to her, and the girl crawled to his lap like a docile lamb. "
So you studied dance at the University of Hong Kong," Mo Zhentian asked with interest.
"Yes," the young girl replied. "
You also have an older sister named Yan Lanyin, who is a Hong Kong police officer, is that right?" Mo Zhentian asked. This girl was Yan Lanyin's younger sister, Yan Feixue. Mo Zhentian had heard Li Quan mention her before, so he ordered Li Quan to bring her here. He had been feeling very frustrated lately and needed to vent.
Yan Feixue's thin shoulders trembled slightly. No matter how dejected she was, she would still be moved when someone mentioned her sister's name. After being kidnapped to the Silver Moon Pavilion, she was incredibly strong. Li Quan spent half a month using all sorts of horrifying and brutal methods, including drugs, to finally subdue her. After all, she was only a twenty-year-old girl in the prime of her life. Before this, she had no idea of the dangers of the world. When she was locked in a glass box full of snakes and insects, injected with strong aphrodisiacs, hung in the hall and played with by more than ten men, and had chili water poured into her mouth, nose, vagina, and anus, she had no choice but to submit to their lewdness. In this endless darkness, if there was any light, it was her sister. She fantasized that one day her sister would rescue her, and this fantasy sustained her through each passing day like a walking corpse.
Mo Zhentian grabbed her shoulders and made her sit on his lap. Like the outfit she had worn earlier, she had no undergarments under her skirt. Mo Zhentian reached out and touched her clitoris, inserting his fingertips into her soft, warm secret place. "I heard that it was Tex who deflowered you?" Mo Zhentian said, a hint of jealousy in his voice. If she were still a virgin, it would have been even more enjoyable.
The image of Tex's enormous, mule-like penis flashed through Yan Feixue's mind, and she couldn't help but shiver. Unconsciously, her vagina tightened, gripping Mo Zhentian's inserted fingers.
It was her first time, after all, and the mention of it elicited a rather strong reaction from Mo Zhentian. He didn't like playing with wooden beauties; he harbored a strong desire for conquest and violence. Therefore, he deliberately sought out some reasons to provoke Yan Feixue and see her reaction.
"How many men have you slept with?" Mo Zhentian asked again.
Yan Lanyin was startled again. She hadn't expected the man in the bronze mask to ask such a question. After hesitating for a long time, she said, "How could I not know? It doesn't need to be precise, just give a rough number." Mo Zhentian's tone clearly showed some displeasure.
On the way here, Li Quan had repeatedly ordered that any request from Mo Zhentian must be fulfilled, or there would be terrible punishment. Yan Lanyin was terrified of him, so she had to seriously consider Mo Zhentian's question. This question was not easy to answer, mainly because the scope of the word "搞" (gao) was difficult to define. What does "搞" mean? Does someone who has touched her count as "搞"? And what about men who have given her chili water, dripped wax, given her enemas, or shaved her? If she only counted normal sexual intercourse, there weren't many, only eleven in total, she remembered clearly. But there were many more who had given her oral or breast sex, dozens, she couldn't remember the exact number. Also, there were more than ten men who had raped her anally, does that count as "搞"? "
Is that too many? Can't you remember the number?" "Even if you can't remember, you have a rough number."
Seeing the confusion on her face, Mo Zhentian couldn't help but ask.
"Excuse me, Master, what does '搞' mean?" "Does it mean sexual intercourse?" Yan Feixue could only ask this question, her face slightly flushed. Li Quan's training of her wasn't finished yet. Although she was completely submissive in action, she hadn't become a true sex slave who had abandoned all shame.
Mo Zhentian laughed heartily. He found her questioning extremely amusing, like a kindergarten child pointing at a penis and asking, "What's this for?" "
Tell me about the different ways you do it," Mo Zhentian said with a smile.
Yan Feixue's face turned even redder. She murmured softly, "We did it here, eleven people in total. The thirteen people behind..." She first pointed to her naked private parts, then to her back. "
The back? Where behind? Show me." Mo Zhentian was clearly teasing her.
Helpless, Yan Feixue could only stretch her hand between her thighs, her fingertips pressing against her anus, and said, "Here." "

And how else?" Mo Zhentian continued to press. "
There should be sixty or seventy people for oral sex, and also..." She pointed to her pear-shaped breasts. She didn't reveal the methods or number of other men she knew who had slept with. Fortunately, Mo Zhentian was already quite satisfied and didn't press further. "
How does it feel to be with a man?" Mo Zhentian suddenly asked.
This question touched a nerve with Yan Feixue. The blush on her face instantly faded, leaving her terribly pale. "Okay, I like men," she stammered, her gaze somewhat vacant. This was the answer Li Quan had taught her; she had to answer it this way. The same answer was almost a conditioned reflex in front of Li Quan, eliciting little reaction. But today, in front of a strange man, her answer was so unnatural, so forced, so desperate. "
Is that so?" Mo Zhentian chuckled sinisterly. "You're really that cheap? Let me try." He suddenly lifted his black robe. He wasn't wearing anything underneath, and between his bronze, muscular legs, a massive penis stood erect.
Yan Feixue propped herself up on her toes, moving forward a few inches. She grasped the penis, aimed it at her private parts, and slowly lowered herself down. Although Li Quan had tried every method to train her, he was very protective of her vital parts. This was why, over several months, only eleven men had entered her secret place. As a result, Yan Feixue's vagina remained very tight. While Mo Zhentian's penis was not as long as Tex's, its thickness was in no way inferior.
Mo Zhentian's enormous glans was the size of a child's fist, making the first hurdle particularly difficult to penetrate. Just as she managed to squeeze in a little bit, a sharp pain shot through her twisted right foot, causing her body to sway and she to sit on Mo Zhentian's lap.
"I'm sorry," Yan Feixue said, her voice trembling with tears. Crying was forbidden in front of Li Quan; the punishment for each instance of crying was severe.
Mo Zhentian coldly watched her struggle to rise on her tiptoes again, but failed once more. Her right ankle was swollen and she couldn't muster any strength. She could only place her hands on Mo Zhentian's shoulders to maintain her balance, then groped, trying to insert his penis. But without the guidance of her hands, and with Mo Zhentian uncooperative, the more anxious she became, the more his penis would only wriggle around her entrance, unable to penetrate. In desperation, Yan Feixue threw herself onto Mo Zhentian, freeing her hands to finally take his penis into her body, laboriously swallowing the enormous shaft little by little.
Tears welled in her eyes, but didn't fall. Yan Feixue, gripping his penis, began to writhe her hips. Mo Zhentian enjoyed the tingling sensation from the glans; it felt good, but not enough stimulation. "Your sister's bedroom skills aren't bad either," he thought. He needed to find the opening that would break her.
Yan Feixue froze, and after a long while, she slowly began to move again. "
In a few days, I'll bring your sister over. A threesome would be even more exciting," Mo
Zhentian continued. "What did you say?!" Yan Feixue stopped, glaring at Mo Zhentian. "
Your sister is a woman too, why can't we have sex?" Mo Zhentian said
. "My sister is a policewoman!" Yan Feixue said.
"You can't have sex with a policewoman?" Mo Zhentian retorted.
Yan Feixue was speechless for a moment. Her sister was her only family, her only hope. When others insulted her, she couldn't stand it. "
You want your sister to rescue you one day, right?" Mo Zhentian said coldly.
Although Yan Feixue didn't answer, the expectant look on her face gave the answer. Mo Zhentian pressed a remote control on the chair, turning on the TV wall opposite. You looked back and saw that Yan Feixue hadn't turned around yet, but you could already hear a familiar voice. It was her sister's voice, screaming in pain, just like when she was being raped, along with a man's maniacal laughter, so piercing, so heartbreaking. She slowly turned around, and sure enough, on the huge television wall was her sister. Her imposing police uniform was torn to the ground, and several men, like wild beasts, pinned her down. The penises thrusting into her sister's body felt like sharp blades piercing her heart.
Her sister, Yan Feixue, screamed wildly, her twisted leg buckling as she stumbled to the television wall. She clutched the cold screen, sobbing uncontrollably, her naked body curled up like a dying swan! A weeping swan! That's more like it! Mo Zhentian stood up, his lust rising rapidly. He rushed behind Yan Feixue, pressing her buttocks down, and thrust his penis into her.
"No—" Yan Feixue screamed shrilly, a cry for her sister or for her own equally tragic fate, it was unclear. She whirled around, resisting desperately, but under Mo Zhentian's clutches, she was as weak and powerless as a lamb to the slaughter. This resistance only aroused Mo Zhentian's heightened lust. On his massive body, she was almost invisible; only her swollen, ballet-shoe-clad right foot was raised high, her trembling calf and taut toes seeming to dance in mid - air , or perhaps telling of endless pain
… ……… ... When the music started again, she went back to the dance floor. She planned to dance until she was exhausted before going home and falling asleep; perhaps only then could she escape the torment of her desires. After dancing for five minutes, she felt something was wrong. She felt lightheaded, as if she were walking on clouds; she was very dizzy, and her vision was blurring. A sense of alarm flashed through her mind, and she tried to go back to her seat, but she couldn't walk steadily no matter what she did. Suddenly, two men squeezed through the crowd, grabbing her arms on either side. Fu Shaomin instinctively resisted, but she had no strength at all. The two men dragged her through the crowd and up the stairs. The second floor had KTV rooms, and the two men took her straight into one of the rooms and threw her onto the sofa. "You, you, what... do... do... you want... to... do...?" Although Fu Shaomin realized the danger, she couldn't even speak clearly, so what could she do? After being kidnapped to the Silver Moon Pavilion, she was undeniably strong. Li Quan spent half a month using all sorts of horrifying and brutal methods, including drugs, to finally subdue her. She was, after all, a young girl in the prime of her life, only twenty years old. Before this, she had no idea of the dangers of the world. When she was locked in a glass box full of snakes and insects, injected with a strong aphrodisiac, and hung in the hall to be molested by more than ten men, and had chili water poured into her mouth, nose, vagina, and anus, she had no choice but to submit to their tyranny. In this endless darkness, if there was any light, it was her sister. She fantasized that one day her sister would rescue her, and this fantasy sustained her as she endured each day like a walking corpse. Mo Zhentian grabbed her shoulders and made her sit on his lap. Like the outfit she had worn earlier, she had no undergarments under her skirt. Mo Zhentian reached out and touched her clitoris, inserting his fingertips into her soft and warm secret place. "I heard that it was Tex who deflowered you?" Mo Zhentian said, feeling a little jealous. If she were still a virgin, it would have been even more enjoyable. Yan Feixue's mind flashed with the image of Tex's huge, mule-like penis, and she couldn't help but shiver. Unconsciously, her vagina tightened, wrapping around Mo Zhentian's inserted fingers. Since it was her first time, the mention of it elicited a rather strong reaction from Mo Zhentian. He didn't enjoy playing with a wooden beauty; he harbored a strong desire for conquest and violence. Therefore, he deliberately sought out some excuse to provoke Yan Feixue and see her reaction. " How many men have you been with?" Mo Zhentian asked again. Yan Lanyin was startled again. She hadn't expected the man in the bronze mask to ask such a question. After hesitating for a long time, she replied, "I don't know. How could I not know? It doesn't need to be exact, just a rough number will do." Mo Zhentian's tone clearly showed some displeasure. Before arriving, Li Quan repeatedly ordered that all of Mo Zhentian's requests must be satisfied, or there would be terrible punishment. Yan Lanyin was terrified of him, so she had to seriously consider Mo Zhentian's question. This question was not easy to answer, mainly because the scope of the word "搞" (gao) was difficult to define. What did "搞" mean? Did people who touched her count as "搞"? Did men who forced her to drink chili water, dripped wax, gave her enemas, or shaved her hair count as "搞"? If only normal sexual intercourse was counted, there weren't many, only eleven in total, she remembered clearly. But oral sex or breast sex were many more, dozens, she couldn't remember the exact number. Also, there were more than ten men who raped her anally, did that count as "搞"? " Is that too many? Can't you remember the number?" "You can't remember, but you have a rough number." Seeing the confusion on her face, Mo Zhentian couldn't help but ask. "I'm sorry, Master, what does '搞' mean? Does it mean sexual intercourse?" Yan Feixue could only ask this, her face slightly red. Li Quan's training of her was not yet complete. Although she completely submitted in action, she had not yet become a true sex slave who had abandoned all shame. Mo Zhentian laughed heartily. Her question amused him greatly, like a kindergarten child pointing at a penis and asking, "What's this for?" " Tell me, what are some ways to do it?" Mo Zhentian said with a smile. Yan Feixue blushed even more. She murmured softly, "We've done it here, eleven people in total. The thirteen people behind..." She first pointed to her naked genitals, then to her back. " The back? Where behind? Show me." Mo Zhentian was clearly teasing her. Helpless, Yan Feixue could only stretch her hand between her thighs, her fingertips pressing against her anus, and said, "Here." " And how else?" Mo Zhentian continued to press.

There should be sixty or seventy men who performed oral sex, and others... She pointed to her pear-shaped breasts. She didn't mention the other methods or numbers of men who had slept with her, as she understood them. Fortunately, Mo Zhentian was already very satisfied and didn't press further. "
How does it feel to be with a man?" Mo Zhentian suddenly asked.
These words touched a nerve with Yan Feixue. The blush on her face instantly faded, leaving her terribly pale. "Okay, I like men," she said, her gaze somewhat vacant. This answer was taught to her by Li Quan, and she had to answer it this way. The same answer was almost a conditioned reflex in front of Li Quan, not evoking much of a reaction, but today, in front of a strange boy, her answer was so unnatural, so forced, so desperate. "
Is that so?" Mo Zhentian chuckled sinisterly. "You're really that cheap? Let me try." He suddenly lifted his black robe. He wasn't wearing anything underneath, and between his bronze, muscular legs, his enormous penis stood erect.
Yan Feixue propped herself up on her toes, moving forward a few inches. She grasped his penis, aimed it at her private parts, and slowly lowered herself down. Although Li Quan had used every method to train her, he was very protective of her vital areas. This was why, in several months, only eleven men had entered her. Therefore, Yan Feixue's vagina remained very tight. While Mo Zhentian's penis wasn't as long as Tex's, its thickness was no less.
Mo Zhentian's enormous glans was the size of a child's fist, making the first hurdle particularly difficult. She had barely squeezed in a little when a sharp pain shot through her twisted right ankle, causing her to sway and sit on Mo Zhentian's lap. " I
'm sorry," Yan Feixue said, her voice trembling with tears. Crying was forbidden in front of Li Quan; each time she cried, the punishment was severe.
Mo Zhentian coldly watched her as she struggled to rise on her tiptoes again, but failed once more. Her right ankle was swollen and she couldn't use any strength. She could only place her hands on Mo Zhentian's shoulders to maintain her balance, and then groped, trying to insert his penis into her body. But without the guidance of her hands, and with Mo Zhentian not cooperating, the more anxious she became, the more his penis would only wriggle around her secret place, unable to penetrate. In desperation, Yan Feixue threw herself onto Mo Zhentian, freeing her hands to take his penis into her body, struggling to swallow the huge shaft little by little.
Tears welled up in her eyes, but she didn't fall. Yan Feixue clamped her penis between her legs and began to twist her hips. Mo Zhentian enjoyed the tingling sensation from the glans, which was very pleasurable, but not exciting enough. "Your sister's skills in bed aren't bad either," he thought. He wanted to find the opening that would drive her to the brink of collapse.
Yan Feixue's movements froze for a long time before slowly starting again. "
In a few days, I'll bring your sister over. A threesome will be even more enjoyable," Mo Zhentian continued. "
What did you say?!" Yan Feixue stopped and glared at Mo Zhentian.
"Your sister is a woman too, why can't you have sex with her?" Mo Zhentian said. "
My sister is a police officer!" Yan Feixue said. "
You can't have sex with a police officer?" Mo Zhentian retorted.
Yan Feixue was speechless for a moment. Her sister was her only family, her only hope. When others insulted her, she couldn't hold back. "
You want your sister to rescue you one day, right?" Mo Zhentian said coldly.
Although Yan Feixue didn't answer, the expectant look on her face gave the answer. Mo Zhentian pressed a remote control on the chair, turning on the TV screen opposite. You looked back and saw that Yan Feixue hadn't turned around yet, but you could already hear a familiar voice. It was her sister's voice, screaming in pain, just like when she was being raped, along with the man's maniacal laughter, so piercing, so heart-wrenching. She slowly turned around, and sure enough, on the huge TV screen was her sister. Her dignified police uniform was on the ground, and several men were on top of her like wild beasts. The penises thrusting in and out of her sister's body were like sharp blades piercing her heart.
Sister Yan Feixue screamed wildly, her twisted leg giving way as she stumbled to the wall behind the television. She clutched the cold screen, sobbing uncontrollably, her naked body curled up like a dying swan! A weeping swan! That's more like it! Mo Zhentian stood up, his lust rising rapidly. He rushed to Yan Feixue's back, pressing her buttocks down, and thrust his penis into her.
"No—" Yan Feixue screamed shrilly, a cry for her sister or for her own equally tragic fate, it was unclear. She whirled around, resisting desperately, but under Mo Zhentian's clutches, she was as weak and powerless as a lamb to the slaughter. This resistance only aroused Mo Zhentian's heightened lust. On his massive body, she was almost invisible; only her swollen, ballet-shoe-clad right foot was raised high, her trembling calf and taut toes seeming to dance in mid - air , or perhaps telling of endless pain
… ……… ... When the music started again, she headed back to the dance floor. She planned to dance until she was completely exhausted before going home and collapsing into bed; perhaps only then could she escape the torment of her desires. After dancing for five minutes, she felt something was wrong. She felt lightheaded, as if walking on clouds; her head was spinning, and her vision was blurring. A sense of unease washed over her. She tried to return to her seat, but she couldn't move steadily. Suddenly, two men pushed through the crowd, grabbing her arms on either side. Fu Shaomin instinctively resisted, but she had no strength. The two men dragged her through the crowd, up the stairs—the second floor housed karaoke rooms. They led her straight into one and threw her onto the sofa. "You...you...what...are you going to do...?" Fu Shaomin realized the danger, but she couldn't even speak clearly. What could she do? ※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※ Editor's Note: I don't want to go into detail about Fu Shaomin's story afterward. Writing this part lacks passion, and even if I forced it, the quality wouldn't be very high. However, not developing the plot here would hinder the later developments. Therefore, I'll just give a brief overview, and add more details later if there's an opportunity. I know this method isn't something a mature writer should use, but this has happened twice in *Blazing Fire*. The first was the section with Lin Lan's subordinate Zhu Jing, and the second was the ending of Shui Ling's time in Indonesia. Now, in the third chapter, I'll allow myself one more time. I think things shouldn't happen more than three times, and I hope this won't happen again. Later in the story: Fu Shaomin falls into a trap set by Ge Tianling's assistant, Ding Wei. After a struggle, she is raped by Ding Wei. Ge Tianling also follows her to the disco and discovers Ding Wei's conspiracy. To win Ge Tianling over, Ding Wei tries to get him to join in on Fu Shaomin's scheme. At a critical moment, Ge Tianling had a change of heart and informed Captain Xing that Ding Wei had been killed in the struggle. Ge Tianling confessed to Fu Shaomin again and received her forgiveness. Meanwhile, Yuan Qiang committed suicide by jumping from a building in the mental hospital, plunging Fu Shaomin into deep grief. To help her resolve her inner turmoil, Captain Xing arranged for her to attend an East Asian female police training course organized by Interpol in Hong Kong, hoping that work would alleviate her pain. Fu Shaomin went to Hong Kong alone. ※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※ End of Chapter. "How to play with a woman with a stone penis? Oh, right, you can give her oral sex, but brother, you have to be careful, she might bite your penis off. " Fang Min laughed. "Usually, rapists rarely give oral sex. If a woman goes crazy and bites off your penis, it won't be fun." "You're fucking stupid. What's the point of oral sex? Do you even know what 'anal bloom' means? If you can't do it in the front, can't you do it in the back?" Fang Jun cursed.

Fang Min feigned sudden realization, and I, having forgotten to mention this, laughed foolishly. "
Come on, let's look at the beauty's buttocks first." Ji Xiaoyun's body was flipped over, Fang Jun's buttocks pressing heavily on her rounded calves. Then, he wrapped his arms around her slender waist, and with a forceful pull, her buttocks were brought close to his face.
Ji Xiaoyun's buttocks were snow-white, round, and firm—absolutely perfect. Fang Jun stretched his legs forward, his knees half-bent, pressing against her soft abdomen, keeping her buttocks high. Then, he freed his hands, one pressing firmly against her back, the other slipping between her thighs, whiter than steamed buns and shaped like cleavage, forcefully spreading them apart. At the bottom of the concave crevice, a small opening, no bigger than a little finger, was revealed.
The opening was a pale pink, surrounded by extremely fine folds, its shape remarkably like a pink daisy.
Fang Jun had experienced anal sex with young girls before, but almost all women's anuses were varying shades of brown, some even black. He had never seen such a light pink anus.
At this moment, he was exceptionally excited. In his eyes, that little daisy was so beautiful, so alluring. He couldn't help but lower his head, burying his face between his thighs, his thick tongue licking the slightly blooming daisy. This was the first time in his life he had licked that place with his mouth. Although he had engaged in anal sex before, he always felt that place was dirty and had never thought of licking it with his mouth. But when facing Ji Xiaoyun, who was as beautiful as if she were untouched by worldly affairs, every part of her body, every organ, made Fang Jun feel sacred and full of endless, powerful allure.
Hot, forceful breath sprayed between her thighs, and something slippery like a snake writhed around her anus. Ji Xiaoyun screamed in terror. The proud and arrogant woman never imagined she would one day be naked, held in the arms of a lowly man she had previously looked down upon, and shamefully having her buttocks spread open, her anus wantonly violated.
Any rape inflicts immeasurable damage on a woman's body and mind, and Ji Xiaoyun, though a Phoenix Warrior, was no exception. If her rapist were a powerful figure like Mr. Meng, she might have accepted her fate, but falling into the hands of Fang Jun and Fang Min, two men she had spared with a moment's hesitation, she could only resent the injustice of fate and regret not having killed them with a single blow.
Fang Jun lightly brushed his tongue against her anus, but the moment he touched it, the anus, like a young girl's tightly pursed lips, suddenly contracted inward, almost completely closing, leaving no gap. No matter how hard his tongue tried to stir, it couldn't penetrate even a little. After a long while, Fang Jun finally raised his head, his saliva now covering the still pink chrysanthemum.
He began to ponder how to enter the secret passage that couldn't even accommodate a finger. Fang Jun extended his index finger and gently stroked the center of the chrysanthemum. With just a light touch
, the chrysanthemum would suddenly close like a mimosa, retracting inward. This small chrysanthemum seemed to come alive, its opening and closing breathtakingly beautiful in Fang Jun's eyes.
He teased the chrysanthemum, and Ji Xiaoyun couldn't help but tighten her chrysanthemum repeatedly to resist his invasion. Besides, she had no other way to resist the impending ordeal.
After some probing, Fang Jun's index finger remained firmly pressed against the center of the chrysanthemum, without leaving. Ji Xiaoyun inhaled and contracted her chrysanthemum, blocking the foreign object outside. After a long while, Fang Jun didn't move. Ji Xiaoyun couldn't hold her breath any longer. Just as she relaxed and the chrysanthemum slightly opened, Fang Jun's finger suddenly thrust in, the round fingertip plunging into the opening.
Like a frightened deer, Ji Xiaoyun screamed in terror, twisting her snow-white buttocks and struggling with increasing force, but the fingertip remained stubbornly inside her. She tried to squeeze the finger out by contracting her anus with all her might, but to no avail.
Fang Jun's finger had only penetrated less than a centimeter, as if it were being tightly bitten. Her pink anus opened and closed rapidly, the vaginal muscles pressing down on the finger, forcing it to push forward with great force. Waves of burning pleasure surged from the fingertip, intoxicating him. He couldn't wait to discover the greater secrets within that anus.
The anus opened and closed a dozen times, finally exhausted. Fang Jun then increased his strength, pushing the finger in a few more millimeters.
The intense stimulation brought the anus back to life, twisting and opening and closing in the same way, but it couldn't stop the finger from going deeper. In a tug-of-war-like struggle, amidst Ji Xiaoyun's increasingly painful screams, Fang Jun's index finger was nearly halfway in. To go any deeper, the difficulty increased. Fang Jun, having some experience, wasn't in a hurry to force penetration. Instead, he gently probed the vaginal walls on either side of the anus with his fingertips, enjoying the pleasure inside.
Xinlian lay beside Fang Jun's thighs, seeing everything clearly. Ignoring the fact that she was being raped by Fang Min, she yelled for him to let go, but Fang Jun had no time to pay attention to her. "
Brother, you've been doing this for so long, why aren't you done yet? What are you waiting for?" Fang Min, watching from the side, was also getting impatient. "
What do you know? This girl's anus hasn't been deflowered yet. You try it, see if you can get it in?" Fang Jun was much more knowledgeable about anal sex than his brother. "
You can't get it in if there's an opening. Just force it. You're taking it so slowly, like she's your wife. It's not interesting to watch!" Fang Min said dismissively.
Fang Jun thought that this stalemate wasn't going to work. This girl's anus hadn't been deflowered yet, so it wouldn't loosen up anytime soon. He might as well try it first. "Are you done yet?" Fang Jun asked.
Before Fang Min's penis could even fully penetrate Xinlian's petite body, it was already suspended in mid-air. "What are you doing ? Wait until you're done.
Help me hold her down." Fang Jun needed help. " Then I'll help you first. Anyway, there's plenty of time. We can do it later!" Fang Min pulled his penis out of Xinlian's body. "Okay," Fang Jun said, dragging over a quilt and two pillows and placing them under Ji Xiaoyun's lower abdomen, raising her buttocks high. He pressed down on her back to prevent her from moving. " Understood," Fang Jun said. Fang Min's iron-like hands gripped Ji Xiaoyun's waist tightly, fixing her body in place. Fang Jun knelt behind her, his enormous penis, like a cannonball, aimed between her thighs. He spread her buttocks apart, his penis pressing against her anus. Xinlian, bound hand and foot, could see clearly that the outline of the dark red glans was many times larger than her small anus. Xinlian was certain that the enormous penis could not possibly enter such a small opening. With the penis pressed against the entrance, Ji Xiaoyun felt her final ordeal was imminent. She screamed madly, her hands flailing wildly, but Fang Min's large hands gripped her slender waist, preventing her buttocks from moving an inch. Fang Jun gripped the two extremely elastic buttocks tightly, and with nine-tenths of his strength, he thrust forward, but the glans felt like it had hit a soft wall, unable to advance even a fraction. " No, this won't do!" Xinlian cried out. If such a huge thing were forced in, her sister would surely be killed. Fang Jun used all his strength to thrust again, but the penis remained hovering at the entrance, sweat beading on his forehead. Fang Min, watching from the side, was also horrified. The tiny anus was so narrow; he now realized that it wasn't so easy to enter that place. " Hold on tight, don't let go," Fang Jun reminded his brother, noticing his distraction. He spat on his hand, smeared it around her anus, then gripped the tip of his penis with one hand, and with all his might, pushed the glans towards her anus. Just like when he had inserted his fingers earlier, although Ji Xiaoyun couldn't move, she would inhale and contract her anus whenever the penis touched it. With each contraction, her anus was almost completely closed, but this couldn't last long. Fang Jun gripped his penis, forcibly pressing it into the center of her anus, waiting for Ji Xiaoyun to relax. For a moment, the room fell silent. Ji Xiaoyun couldn't scream, because if she screamed, her anus would slightly open when she relaxed, but a person can't stop breathing. Her face flushed red, and she finally couldn't help but gasp for breath. Taking advantage of this moment, Fang Jun used his waist strength to thrust his body forward, and her beautiful anus was stretched open like a magnificent bloom, with about a quarter of the glans disappearing into the blooming anus. Ah—like a scorching blade being inserted between her thighs, the intense swelling pain made Ji Xiaoyun scream. "Alright!" Fang Min shouted excitedly as he saw his older brother's penis enter his hole.

Fang Min remained silent, still gripping his penis tightly. Her anus contracted intensely, as if an invisible hand was forcefully pushing his penis outwards. Under the pressure of the anus, the already inserted glans was squeezed thinner.
Although Ji Xiaoyun's mysterious power hadn't revived, nor had it restored even half of her former strength, it had stimulated her potential. Her struggle at this moment was much stronger than before.
The long stalemate continued. Ji Xiaoyun couldn't expel the small portion of the glans that had been inside, and Fang Jun couldn't penetrate any further.
"Brother, can't you get in?" Fang Min asked.
"It's too tight!" Fang Jun said helplessly.
Suddenly, Fang Min had a flash of inspiration. He freed one hand, grabbed Ji Xiaoyun's breast, and twisted it violently, causing her to scream in pain. Distracted, her defenses weakened considerably, and Fang Jun seized the opportunity to exert all his strength, successfully advancing a little further. Half of his glans was inside her anus. He was secretly pleased; once the head was inside, the rest would be easier. "
Don't go any further!" Xinlian cried out anxiously, her anus about to tear. She saw that the area around her pale pink anus was stretched thin as paper, almost transparent. She was certain that with just a little more force, it would tear immediately. "
What are you yelling about? Let it tear!" Fang Min cursed, turning back.
At this point, Fang Jun didn't care whether her anus would actually tear; he relentlessly pushed in with brute force. Ji Xiaoyun was sweating profusely from the pain. She arched her back, her hands flailing wildly in the air, appearing frantic.
A sharp pain shot through Fang Jun's thigh. Xinlian had bitten him, and he slapped her away. Distracted, his penis slipped out. "
You motherfucker, you dare bite me!" Fang Jun roared, punching Xinlian twice, knocking her off the bed and knocking her unconscious. "
Brother, let's continue," Fang Min said. "
Wait a minute, let's go somewhere else," Fang Jun said, his gaze sweeping the room before pointing to the huge mahogany table.
The two brothers lifted Ji Xiaoyun off the bed, making her stand upright with her back to the table. Fang Min found ropes and tied Ji Xiaoyun's legs to the table legs. The table was just high enough for her waist. She was forced down, her upper body pressed against the table, her buttocks raised high. "
Brother, spank her ass hard. I'll go get something," Fang Jun said. He vaguely remembered hearing somewhere that spanking a woman's buttocks could relax her anus. He didn't care if the method was correct or not; he'd give it a try.
Fang Jun's large, fan-like hands slapped Ji Xiaoyun's snow-white buttocks hard, and the room echoed with Ji Xiaoyun's screams and crisp cracking sounds. When Fang Jun returned, Ji Xiaoyun had already been slapped more than ten times, her fair buttocks turning bright red.
Fang Jun held a bottle of olive oil in his hand. He poured some onto his penis and then onto the entrance of her anus. His glistening penis thrust forward again.
Because of the lubrication, the glans entered her anus more easily than before. Ji Xiaoyun desperately inhaled and contracted, but she couldn't stop the penis from thrusting in. This was not only because of the lubrication, but also because of the current position. Ji Xiaoyun's legs were spread wider than before, her buttocks were raised higher, and Fang Jun was standing, allowing him to exert more force than before.

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