Daughter Exchange Party

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Finally, the weekend arrived. This week, Mr. Zhang found a like-minded person online, who said the other person's methods were extraordinary and would definitely broaden our horizons. This gentleman was also very mysterious, telling us not to tell anyone. I was also very excited. My daughter and I arrived at this gentleman's detached house in Yuen Long at 7 pm on Friday.
Also present were my daughter and me, Mr. Zhang, Mr. Zhang Xuemei and her father, Mr. Li, and Mr. Li Xiaoyu and her father. Our daughters were all wearing school uniforms and backpacks, which made us all extremely excited. A Mr. Guan, about forty years old, with a plump figure and a kind smile, opened the door. He invited me to sit in the living room and suggested we have some drinks first, while the girls had some soft drinks. Mr. Guan turned and went to the basement, saying he needed to prepare so everyone could see his and his daughter's spectacular performance. About fifteen minutes later, Mr. Guan returned. He said, "Thank you all for coming. I'm so happy to find so many like-minded friends. And such a lovely little girl too."
As he spoke, Mr. Guan looked at our three daughters with lewd eyes.
Mr. Guan: Ladies and gentlemen, you all have committed incestuous acts with your daughters, but my daughter and I don't just have normal sexual intercourse. We learned some techniques from German and Japanese films. You may not be able to accept it, but please, especially the girls, watch our performance to the end. I guarantee you will enjoy it. Come on, let's go to my basement.
Mr. Guan led the six of us downstairs. The stairwell in the basement was different from the house upstairs; all the walls were red and black. We all had a strange feeling, and our daughters were a little scared. When we got down, the basement was about two or three hundred feet wide. Near the door were three single-person sofas. Mr. Guan asked us to sit down, and Mr. Zhang, Mr. Li, and I exchanged daughters. We held other people's daughters on the sofas. I held Xiaoyu, and I felt her small body begin to tremble. I also gently stroked Xiaoyu's nipples.
There was a small stage in front of us, a semicircle about twenty feet wide and two feet high, just high enough for us to see the whole body. Mr. Guan said from the side, "Today's performance is divided into three parts. The performance will begin soon." Mr. Guan also retreated backstage.
Then all the lights in the room went out. Slowly, the stage lights came on, and classical Chinese music began to play. A little girl stood in the center of the stage. She wore a red Chinese-style top, silk trousers, and red embroidered shoes, holding a long ribbon in her hand. The little girl looked only eight or nine years old, about four feet three inches tall, with big eyes and a pointed face. Her long hair was styled into two buns on either side, making her very cute. It was clear at a glance that she was an excellent student.
The little girl said, "Hello everyone, I am Guan Mei'en, I am nine years old, and I am in the fourth grade at Caritas Primary School. Today I will perform a ribbon dance for you. Please enjoy it carefully, thank you."
After saying this, Mei'en began to dance. Her movements were graceful, each leap and bend showing her incredible flexibility. Her face wore a pure and noble smile, very serene, preventing any lustful thoughts. Mei'en's ribbon dance lasted about twenty minutes. Her graceful and innocent dance completely dispelled the unease we and our daughters had felt earlier. Xiaoyu even asked me if I would really play with her.
Just then, the beautiful Chinese music suddenly stopped, replaced by music with a terrifying atmosphere. The lights also turned a dim red and focused on the stage. Mei-en's face suddenly turned panicked. She flopped to the ground, clutching a ribbon about ten feet long tightly. Her acting was superb for her young age. At this moment, some Japanese military music began to play, and a man appeared from backstage. It was Mr. Guan, wearing a long gown, who stumbled to Mei-en's side. "Daughter, it's terrible! Run! Run! The Japanese are attacking!" Mr. Guan said. "They're not human. If they're caught, they're dead! Quick, quick!" Mei-en
was trembling and crying. "Daddy, Daddy! I won't go! I want to stay with Daddy!"
Suddenly, three large men dressed as Japanese soldiers walked out from backstage. Zhang Sheng, Li Sheng, and I exchanged glances, thinking: "No way?!" At this moment, Mr. Guan, holding his daughter, dodged away while the Japanese soldiers shouted and threatened to kill. Their emotions were palpable,
and the scene was quite shocking. Mr. Guan pleaded, "Sir, please don't kill my daughter and me! We'll give you anything, please!!!"
At this moment, the three actors playing Japanese soldiers whispered among themselves, speaking only in Japanese. They seemed genuinely Japanese. "Fine, give us your daughter as a comfort woman, and we won't kill you!" one of the soldiers said, his Chinese broken. Mr. Guan cried,
"No, no! Please spare my daughter, sir! She's only nine years old, she can't take it, she can't take it!" He hugged his wailing daughter even tighter.
The Japanese soldiers made a scene, forcibly dragged Mei-en away, tied Mr. Guan up, pushed him off the stage, and rolled him to our feet, watching his wailing daughter on the ground. Mei-en was indeed crying loudly. All three Japanese soldiers carried swords, and the young man was about five feet ten inches tall. Mei-en struggled on the ground, kicking and flailing her arms and legs. Two soldiers pulled the limp Mei-en away from them. Mei-en was lifted up in a T-shape, her arms pulled to their limit, her body struggling and thrashing about—a truly pitiful sight, clearly not acting.
A Japanese soldier drew his sidearm, pointing it directly at her throat. Xiaoyu trembled even more violently in my arms. The soldier skillfully wielded the knife, cutting open Mei'en's blouse to reveal her small, undeveloped breasts. His knife work was superb. He then used the knife to pry open her trousers, the silk trousers sliding down to reveal a hairless pubic area. Her embroidered shoes were torn off amidst her cries and pushed to the ground. Mei'en's undeveloped, snow-white body, this pure Chinese girl, would become a true comfort woman. Could a primary school student really bear this?
Mei'en hugged herself and wept uncontrollably. Another Japanese soldier untied her hair. Her long hair hung down, making her appear even more pitiful. Just as the third Japanese soldier was about to force himself on her, Mei'en kicked him in the groin. The soldier screamed in agony, and just as he was feeling ecstatic, two more Japanese soldiers kicked Mei'en's body hard, one after the other. It was clear they were really kicking her, because Mei'en was in so much pain she couldn't make a sound, only thrashing about on the ground like a fish out of water. We watched in horror. Mei-en could only cry out after a long while, her body already bearing bruises. The three Japanese men playing the roles of soldiers showed no mercy, their faces bearing wicked, lewd smiles, clearly true sadists. They picked up ribbons from the ground and tightly bound Mei-en's hands behind her back, hand to hand, demonstrating the suppleness of her body.
Next, they pulled Mei-en's legs to an impossible angle and inserted the long hilts of their military swords into her small, wet vagina. Then they inserted two hilts, Mei-en's vagina opening to its limit, her body drenched in sweat, the sweat clinging to her hair, tears streaming down her face, making her even more tragically beautiful. What reassured us was that the two hilts pulled out of her vagina were glistening with wetness, indicating that Mei-en was indeed enjoying it. Each time the hilts were pulled out, they stretched out the tender flesh of her vagina, and Mei-en cried out again; each insertion pushed the flesh outside her vagina in.
Japanese soldiers forced Mei-en's legs apart and took turns penetrating her nine-year-old vagina, her snow-white body throbbing wildly in mid-air. What followed was the three men's frenzied rape and screaming. Mei-en's anus was filled with the semen of real Japanese men, and she was even urinated into. Whenever she struggled, they whipped her with horsewhips. After each of the three men had finished twice, Mei-en's body was covered in whip marks. Her vagina was so tightly penetrated that it couldn't close, urine and semen flowing out continuously. The three Japanese men politely saluted us, and Japanese military music played again. They used their swords to release Mr. Guan, shook hands, and left, while we applauded enthusiastically.
Mr. Guan stood up and asked for our opinion. I looked at Mei-en lying on the stage and said, "Mr. Guan, why don't you check on your daughter first? She seems...
Don't worry, she'll be lively again soon. You wait a moment, there are two more performances!" Haha.
Mr. Li: What?! Two more performances?! Mr. Guan, not all of them are Mei-en, are they?! I was equally surprised.
Mr. Guan: Haha! Mr. Zhang, don't worry, next up is Mei En, of course. I only have one daughter.
Mr. Zhang: But didn't you say there would be three performances? Chinese dance and Japanese soldiers gang rape, aren't those two already? Mr. Zhang was half-believing, half-doubting, and also a little expectant.
Mr. Guan: No!! This is just a performance, there's more to come! Please wait thirty minutes, I need to prepare. I'll go to the living room for a drink first, then come down in thirty minutes. He pulled his daughter's foot from the floor and dragged her backstage. The hearts of the three of us were still pounding. My daughter even urinated on Mr. Zhang, showing how shocked she was by the performance.
We discussed it with our daughters for a while; all three wanted to watch, so we drank something and went to the toilet, promising to return to the dungeon in thirty minutes. We switched daughters again, sitting in each other's arms. This time I held Mr. Zhang's daughter; her school uniform had been completely undone, but not taken off, giving a slightly rape-like feeling. Then the lights dimmed, and the stage lights shone brightly. We saw a small, slender figure from behind, wearing a shimmering black dance costume—clearly a stripper's outfit. She wore five-inch open-toed high heels with shiny black nail polish on her toenails. Her long hair reached her back. The woman wore a black, backless dance costume with a very short skirt, revealing a black t-back underneath. Her skin was incredibly smooth and white. The black costume complemented the woman perfectly.
Then, some light Broadway music began to play. The woman swayed her hips, her movements sexy; she was clearly a professional dancer. She turned around, and we all gasped – it was Mei En!!!
Gone was the innocence from before; now, she possessed a seductive allure and heavy, vulgar makeup that seemed incongruous with her elementary school-aged body, yet somehow possessed a strange, captivating charm. She danced and walked off the stage, flirting with us, exuding a captivating charm that belied her nine-year-old self. Her dance moves were superb; she easily kicked her foot in front of me, giving me a glimpse of her underwear.
Mei En then removed her last piece of clothing, dancing a breathtaking striptease completely naked. As the music grew wilder, the stage lights turned red. Mei-en walked to the edge of the stage, pulled out a small wooden horse, and on its back was a dildo, about a foot long and the thickness of a can of soda. Mei-en gave us a lewd smile, then, with a swift movement, she lifted her legs and leaped onto the dildo. We were all horrified. If she sat down like that, what if…?
In the blink of an eye, Mei-en was on top, and with a wild cry, she thrust in all the way to the end. When she stopped, her legs were still not on the ground, showing that Mei-en was bearing her entire weight with her small vagina. She trembled, then began to thrust herself in and out. We watched as Mei-en's belly swelled and slumped. She had apparently reached the very top of her small uterus, the very edge of an abnormality. I was astonished that she was only nine years old; how could she endure such pain? But it was still better than the gang rape we had just experienced.
Just then, a seven-foot-tall, obese, naked Black man emerged from behind the stage. He wore a gorilla hood and had an unbearable body odor. His penis was twice the size of the one Mei En was having sex with. Upon seeing him, Mei En immediately stood up. "No! Daddy, no! I don't want a Black man! Daddy!!! Daddy!!!" Mei En screamed wildly, tears welling in her eyes. The Black man rushed forward and, without a word, shoved his enormous penis into Mei En's mouth, all the way down her throat. Mei En struggled violently, and as the Black man pulled, she vomited violently, spitting the vomit all over him. The Black man slapped Mei En's face repeatedly before continuing to thrust the penis until it bulged in her throat. The black man grabbed Mei En's sexy legs, forcefully spreading them open, and inserted his tongue into her vagina, thrusting in and out. Mei En began to moan sensually. Then, the black man spat into her anus, teasing her small anus with the tip of his tongue. He twisted her body with one hand and thrust his thick penis, about a foot and a half long, into her anus without mercy or regard for whether she could bear it. I clearly saw her anus burst and bleed.
Mei En's small body became a toy for the black man. In this horrifying anal rape, the black man grabbed Mei En's legs and hung her upside down, wildly thrusting into her bleeding anus. Mei En was sobbing uncontrollably, her whole body limp, covered in sweat and the black man's saliva. The black beast made Mei En's pale face appear even more stark. It took thirty minutes to fill Mei En's anus with his thick semen. After the black man left, Mei En collapsed on the stage, unconscious. We all watched with open eyes. Suddenly, upbeat music started playing, and Mr. Guan came out from backstage.
Thank you! "Thank you everyone, thank you my good friend Jackson, thank you!" Mr. Guan shouted. We all clapped enthusiastically. "Get up and thank them!" Mr. Guan said to Mei En, who was lying on the stage.
Mei En slowly got up, raised her hands, and showed us her small body with a lewd smile and the tears from before. She had whip marks from the first performance and semen from the second performance flowing from her anus down her thighs and calves, dripping onto the stage. Mei En: "Thank you, please go upstairs and rest for a bit. There will be an even more exciting performance later." Afterwards, we went backstage and went to the living room with Mr. Guan to rest. Our little girls couldn't wait to make love to us. They were very aroused. Upstairs, we had raped other people's daughters, really playing the rape game. They struggled intensely. Afterwards, the girls didn't put on any clothes and walked around naked.
I asked: "Mr. Guan, don't you need to prepare? And... she... is she really your biological daughter?"
Mr. Guan: "Hahahaha! I knew you wouldn't ask. Among so many people, only you would ask. Hahahaha!"
Zhang Sheng: So many people? You haven't been playing for a long time, have you? Mei En is only nine years old.
Guan Sheng took out family photos to show us, including photos of Guan Sheng and his daughter growing up, and also photos of his wife. It turns out that Guan Sheng had been showing his daughter adult films since she was three years old, had sex with her on her first day of elementary school, and then slowly taught her incestuous relationships. Later, he discovered that his daughter had a potential for BDSM, so he trained her, including dance training. The performance to come was Mei En's first self-directed and self-acted performance, so Mr. Guan didn't need to prepare. He was also looking forward to what Mei En's performance would be like.
At this moment, the three Japanese men who had just gang-raped Mei En came down from upstairs. They were all wearing only underwear. They said that Mei En's performance had begun and that the daughters needed to go upstairs to help with the performance, while the three of us dads went to the basement. My daughter agreed first, and after quietly discussing with Xiao Yu and Xue Mei, she followed the three Japanese bastards to the second floor with a lewd grin. We dads, wanting to see an even more exciting performance, left our daughters and went to the basement.
Upon reaching the basement, Mr. Guan closed the door, plunging the room into complete darkness. Then, a loudspeaker broadcast what I believe was sound from the second floor. I clearly heard my daughter's voice, followed by some very harsh Japanese, interspersed with my daughters' screams, escalating into a hellish cacophony of whipping and the little girl's wailing. Listening to our beloved daughter's cries in the darkness, we felt no regret for handing her over; instead, a perverse excitement gripped us, a desire for our daughter to possess SM talent.
In the darkness, time seemed to drag on endlessly. Suddenly, the lights came on, revealing Mei-en in the center of the basement. She was dressed in a neat school uniform, a light blue jumpsuit, black shoes and white socks, her eyes bound with a black cloth, her straight black hair hanging down, her hands and feet handcuffed and chained, hanging in a spread-eagle position in the center of the basement. The chains were taut, making resistance impossible.
The floor surrounding Mei En was littered with various instruments of torture: ten different whips, ten ropes, twelve enormous electric dildos, five different aphrodisiacs and injections, ten bottles of beer, fifty needles, twenty fishhooks, four electric mosquito swatters, and several medical devices, all designed to open the mouth and genitals, including anal dilators and enema kits. We and Guan Sheng were astonished that Mei En had prepared so many instruments of torture. Was she planning to use them on her small, nine-year-old body?!
Just then, the television on the wall flashed a recording of Mei En from before. "Dads, your daughter is currently being abused and raped by three Japanese men. Your daughters will all become masochists. What you can do is take your revenge on me severely. I haven't tried some of these instruments before; they must be very painful. Don't hold back, Dads, don't stop them. Begin."

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