[The Murder in the Hanging Gardens] Fanfiction: 1 (Kong Yanyan) or (Raping a Beautiful Woman in a Vegetative State Who Cannot Move)

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[The Hanging Gardens Murder Case] Fanfiction: 1 (Kong Yanyan) or (Rape of a Beautiful, Immobile, Vegetable-like Woman)
Author: Audience
Published on February 15, 2018
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First of all, I wish everyone a Happy New Year in advance! I wish all of you on 001 a prosperous and auspicious Spring Festival, and I
wish all the authors in the literary section a flowing stream of inspiration, brilliant writing, and continuous masterpieces!
Now, to get to the point, I'm really impressed with myself. I could have published this short story during the day
, but because I didn't get enough rest during the final check last night, I felt that some paragraphs needed
further revision. Then, because of work, I was not energetic enough, and it's only now that I've barely finished it. It's almost
New Year's Eve.
The novel is a fan fiction based on "The Murder in the Hanging Gardens 　　. 　　" Although it was difficult and challenging to write,
I felt it was the most engaging piece I'd written recently… Unfortunately, during later revisions, that confidence completely
vanished. 　　Finally, I wish everyone a happy Chinese New Year. Could the 　　moderator please help with the 　　formatting
? Thank you 　　! **************** ... 　　Yes, it's been half a year. The once-promising actress, with a future that no one could have imagined 　　, fell from her wire harness during a special effects scene, crashing to the ground and injuring her spine and internal organs. 　　She received emergency treatment twice en route by helicopter, and upon arrival at the hospital, underwent a full thirty 　　-six hours of surgery before she was saved. But that was all. 　　Day and night, from that moment on, were no different for her. She became a patient in a deep coma, 　　a patient who might spend the rest of her life in a hospital bed, never to wake up again. 　　Her fans and admirers wept and broke down upon hearing the news. Countless people came outside her hospital room to 　　pray for her, light candles, and keep vigil, hoping she would wake up. Fruit baskets, flowers, photos, and postcards 　　filled the hospital room and the corridors. But as time passed, and as 　　the possibility that this once-popular idol star might never wake up became increasingly real, the flowers 　　and visitors dwindled. Eventually, even her agent 　　would only call once or twice infrequently to inquire about her. 　　She became a forgotten star, relegated to a corner of memory, like Marilyn Monroe and 　　Meryl Streep—no, though they are gone, they live on in the hearts of their fans. But she, 　　the woman who once had a chance to win an Oscar, became a living dead, without fans, without anyone caring, 　　without even a family. 　　Yes, if Zhou Yi hadn't seen her news interviews, she wouldn't have been able to imagine that such a 　　sexy goddess, a fashion icon, and a future Oscar winner, adored by countless people, didn't even have a family. 　　She was an orphan raised in an orphanage, and to this day, she had never even had a boyfriend… No, to be precise, 　　all her relationships ended in tragedy. Like that wealthy young man from the Wanli Group who was supposed to be engaged to her. While she 　　was awake, he made vows of eternal love to her, expressing his affection through various radio broadcasts and media, sending her flowers and cars, as 　　if he wanted to give her the whole world. But after she had only been in a coma for a month, he began to seek a new love, and 　　even took her place as a rising starlet in the movie she was originally supposed to play—and 　　it was precisely because of the special effects scene she had already completed that this rising starlet didn't have to risk filming it again, and 　　could even submit it as her own work to the judges—so much so that sometimes, when Zhou Yi looked at this 　　woman lying in the hospital bed, she felt extremely sorry for her. At the same time, one can't help but marvel at the fairness of fate; when God 　　bestows a stroke of luck upon you, He will inevitably give you misfortune as well. 　　However, sometimes, it is precisely because of this misfortune that one gains unimaginable happiness. Take 　　, for example, Kong Yanyan. She is in a coma and may never wake up. She lies 　　alone in her VIP ward bed. All her friends and fans have left her; only the cold medical equipment 　　and the metal stand with the IV drip remain to keep her company. But there is still one man who visits her every day, bringing her 　　a bouquet of flowers to place on the bedside table, checking her medical records, reciting poems and lines from her movies 　　, expressing his longing for her, and calling for her to wake up. He is her attending physician, the only 　　man in Zhou Yi's heart: Zhao Feng. 　　Yes, Zhao Feng, the man Zhou Yi fell deeply in love with on her very first day at St. Mary's Hospital, 　　a rising star in the medical field, the top surgeon at St. Mary's Hospital, a 　　man full of talent, aloof, sharp as a scalpel, cold and deeply attractive to women. She could give everything for him, but he never once 　　looked at her directly. And this woman, she had never even glanced at Zhao Feng, yet he was madly infatuated with her, even 　　willing to give his life for her awakening—yes, Zhou Yi knew all this clearly, just like every 　　time Zhao Feng visited Kong Yanyan, she would wait outside the door, quietly listening to their conversation, his unrequited love— 　　she watched her idol, watched him express his love for another woman, and the feeling was like her heart 　　being tormented in fire, painful, enduring this torment that made her wish she were dead. 　　No, this is too unfair, why is this happening? Why??? 　　She was angry, jealous, and wanted revenge... 　　It was 12:15 a.m. again. "I'm leaving. I have to go check on the wards, but I'll 　　be back soon. I won't leave you lying here alone in this cold night."

In the ward adorned with a bouquet of flowers, the young and handsome chief physician rose from the chair beside the bed. He spoke softly
, as if afraid to wake the woman who had been in a coma for six months, lowering his magnetic voice
. He wanted to stroke Kong Yanyan's hair, but hesitated, seemingly ashamed
, and slowly, even glancing back at her with every step, left the ward.
"Going to make your rounds?" Outside the door, the nurse who had been gazing at him affectionately immediately approached, hoping
for a smile. But, "Is this your first day on duty?" As always, the young and
handsome chief physician didn't even glance at her before walking past.
Why, why can you have Zhao Feng's love, while I can't even let him look at me?
Zhou Yi's fingers clenched tightly as she watched Zhao Feng's retreating figure, turning her anger towards
the woman in the VIP ward.
She gently pushed open the door and went inside. She knew that Zhao Feng spent half an hour each time he finished his rounds
. And she knew even more—no, she knew a secret that no one else knew except her
: Kong Yanyan, who had been unconscious, actually woke up every night at 12:15—no, more accurately
, she only woke up on the nights she was on duty.
Yes, no one knew, not even Zhao Feng. Only she knew this secret, and all of this
was because of a medical accident that no one wanted to happen: one
night three months after Kong Yanyan's surgery, a young nurse accidentally injected a dose of alpha-3590, a hypoglycemic agent intended for diabetic patients,
into Kong Yanyan's IV drip. But because of this small dose, the
woman, who had been in a coma for over three months, miraculously woke up for fifteen minutes. That's right, just fifteen minutes. Unable to speak,
unable to move, yet she opened her eyes, could respond to her movements, and reacted.
She wanted to tell Zhao Feng the news, but after seeing his infatuation with her, his deep and affectionate gaze,
and his love and tenderness, Zhou Yi's thoughts changed. She kept this secret in her heart,
a secret known only to herself and Kong Yanyan.
Every night, after Zhao Feng went out to check on the wards, she would inject a dose of A-3590 into Kong Yanyan
's intravenous fluid. Just like now, she drew the medicine from the glass bottle, inserted it through the syringe
, and watched the transparent liquid slowly flow into Kong Yanyan's body. Her tightly closed eyes, her
long, fan-shaped, curled eyelashes, her high and alluring nose, and her soft, pale yet still tempting lips immediately
reacted to the medicine, moving slightly.
A smile appeared on Zhou Yi's face. Yes, heaven is so fair; whenever it bestows something upon you,
it will inevitably take something away from you.
"What? Has our sleepy little kitten woken up?" she said softly, like a mother
speaking to her daughter, gently stroking Kong Yanyan's hair. Kong Yanyan's hair was so smooth, beautiful
, and shiny, just like her skin, which, even after being in a coma for half a year, had not lost its luster and elasticity.
Yes, Zhou Yi knew clearly how this had been achieved. Every day, every day, this woman lying alone in the hospital bed
had people come to comb her hair, trim her nails, massage her, do
rehabilitation for her arms and limbs, and protect her body. No, it wasn't just Zhao Feng, but also the caregivers hired by her agent. But
it was because of them that this woman, who had been in a coma for half a year, was still as
beautiful and pretty as if she had just fallen asleep. Her flawless profile, like that of Venus, the goddess of love, her high and distinctive nose, the faint
fragrance she exhaled, the slight rise and fall of her chest covered by the white sheet, the alluring S-shaped curve hidden under the sheet, and
her lips that seemed to want to be kissed. Even Zhou Yi had to admit her beauty, and
might even have fallen in love with her if it weren't for Zhao Feng… But it was precisely this that made her hate her even more, hate this woman who
, under the spotlight and the red lights of the stage, still made her pale in comparison even now, unconscious
.
She smiled and spoke softly to Kong Yanyan, watching her slowly open eyes—yes, those
eyes, those clear black and white pupils, large and captivating, full of spirit, and her every smile,
every alluring movement, her raised arm, her slender white fingertips, her jade-like
body, her…
But at this moment, in the eyes of this newly awakened actress, there was a trace of fear, panic, apprehension,
helplessness, and sorrow. She slowly opened her eyes, then closed them again because of the light in the ward, and after
realizing where she was, she immediately struggled to sit up, wanting to escape, but she could only lie there helplessly
.
Her breathing quickened, her chest heaving rapidly beneath the white hospital sheet,
and the data on the heart monitor began to fluctuate wildly. Of course, she had reason to be afraid, and this was exactly what Zhou Yi wanted.
"Oh dear, our sleepyhead superstar, you've been sleeping all day! Why are you still so reluctant to
get out of bed? Come on, it's time for your day. We don't have much time tonight, but I promise I'll make you very comfortable,"
Zhou Yi said with a smile, like a queen in a fairy tale who lets a hunter kill her daughter.
She pulled a brownish-yellow electric vibrator from her pocket and turned it on. With a buzzing sound, the
enormous vibrator, as thick as a soda can, twisted menacingly. Sharp barbs, like the barbs on a feline phallus,
scraped back and forth, rotating up and down with the three different speed settings, even
having a turning function.
"See, I still love you the most. I know our little kitten
worked in the lion and tiger enclosure at the zoo before she became a big star. Didn't you say you loved grooming tigers? I bet you
do more than just groom tigers. A woman as lewd as you must have even slept with tigers, right? This is something I specially ordered for you
. They say it's a perfect replica of a tiger's penis, and it will definitely give you that same feeling."
She said softly, holding a huge electric vibrator that looked like a tiger's penis, gesturing with her fingertips to the enormous...
The glans, those menacing barbs, watched as Kong Yanyan's bright eyes were overwhelmed by fear. Her
heartbreaking gaze, her uncontrollably pursed lips, seemed to want to shake her head, to say no, to beg
her to let her go. Her fear, her terror, her…
Zhou Yi's smile brightened. Yes, this was what she wanted: revenge, to make this little bitch taste
the pain she had suffered. The person she loved was right in front of her, yet he wouldn't even look at her properly. And
her, why, why did she deserve Dr. Zhao's love?
"Come on, don't be afraid, it's fun. I guarantee you'll get addicted. You'll thank me."
She giggled, even pretending to kiss the glans of the vibrator, using the electric vibrator to caress Kong Yanyan
's cheeks, her lips, and her delicate nose. Amidst the buzzing sound, the brownish-yellow electric vibrator's glans
rotated across Kong Yanyan's small face. The popular actress, lying on the hospital bed, closed her eyes again, feeling the terrifying
vibrator trembling on her face. Her long, upturned eyelashes trembled slightly as she suppressed her
fear.
"Come on, don't be afraid, it's fun,"
she continued giggling, using the vibrator's glans to tease Kong Yanyan's
lips, which resembled rose petals. Seeing the tears welling in her eyes, her smile grew even brighter.
She pinched her chin, forcing her mouth open, watching as the thick vibrator
, coated with silvery saliva, slipped between her white teeth and into Kong Yanyan's small mouth, pressing against her soft, red tongue
. The enormous glans, barely able to fit inside, stretched her mouth wide, swirling between her lips and
pushing towards her throat.
"Ugh... gurgle... gurgle... gurgle..."
The female celebrity lying on the bed struggled, the uncontrollable
physiological reaction from the sensation of a foreign object touching her throat. From her fingertips to her toes, her entire body trembled uncontrollably.
She couldn't escape, no matter how many times. Zhou Yi knew clearly that she absolutely couldn't get up,
couldn't call out. Here, she was Zhou Yi's god, her emperor. And she was just a slave to be played with at will
. Whether she was a big star on the screen, or a future Oscar-winning actress,
she couldn't escape Zhou Yi's grasp. With a buzzing sound, Kong Yanyan's mouth was like a small ball being pushed up, 　　its shape constantly changing
as the vibrator pushed it from the inside .
Zhou Yi, holding the vibrator, watched as the popular actress began to sob, her body trembling slightly
. "Gurgle...woo...gurgle...huff gurgle..." The vibrator, inserted into her throat,
swelled up her fair, snow-white skin and the bluish veins under her touch. She gagged
, tears and snot uncontrollably streaming from her eyes and nose. Then she laughed, no longer just
a superficial laugh, but a genuine, aloud laugh.
"Heh, now you know how I feel, don't you? You little slut who seduced Dr. Zhao, what makes you think
you can do this? Just because of your mouth? Your body?"
Her eyes turned vicious, transforming her from a nurse into a wicked, resentful woman. And all of this
was driven to this state by this woman, at least that's what Zhou Yi told herself.
"Gurgle... gurgle... gurgle... ooh..."
She continued to move the vibrator in her hand, thrusting it into Kong Yanyan's mouth, scooping it up forcefully
. Her other hand reached under the covers, stroking Kong Yanyan's calves, which were covered by the sheet. The cold, silky
smooth skin of her calves, the warm, tender, fragrant skin on the inner thighs where she could almost feel the blood pulsating in the veins
—Zhou Yi looked at Kong Yanyan's trembling body, her own cold palm pressed against her warm, delicate
body. Her trembling, her closed eyes, trying to escape all of this, but she couldn't stop
the vibrator in her hand from continuing to thrust and move in her mouth.
"Open your eyes! You think you can hide by closing them? Do you know that Dr. Zhao's favorite thing about
you is your eyes? He always says they're so beautiful and full of life. My eyes are beautiful too, and they're
very lively! But he doesn't even look at them!"
she said angrily, her voice even carrying a hint of a sob. No, here, she was the queen;
only she should be crying. How could she possibly be upset?
She pinched Kong Yanyan's tender inner thigh hard.
"Waaah..."
The poor, popular actress trembled slightly again. A soft moan escaped from her mouth, which was filled with the electric massager, and
from her throat, "Cough... gurgle... gurgle..." It was as if she was suffocating,
saliva dribbling from the corner of her mouth. But her body didn't even show the slightest sign of struggling; she just lay quietly
on the bed.
"It's alright, it's fine if you don't open your eyes. I have plenty of ways to deal with you."
The nurse continued to smile, her smile growing even brighter, like ten miles of peach blossoms bathed in the spring breeze
—sunny, beautiful, and lovely.
She lifted the sheet covering Kong Yanyan, and with a whoosh, the body of the popular actress in a white dress
came into view. Beneath the dress, her nimble feet, like white jade, were rounded and delicate
, with pinkish-white ankles and toes painted with bright red nail polish, like agate. They were slightly curled up, whether out of fear or something else.
On the almost transparent, snow-white insteps, the faint
blue veins were visible because the skin was so thin and white. They were so tender and lovely that one wanted to bite them, even Zhou Yi felt that way… She
thought of Dr. Zhao's words again—no, it didn't seem to be Dr. Zhao's words, but it seemed like he had said it
: You can't even compare to Kong Yanyan's feet.
Zhou Yi trembled, consumed by jealousy and anger, because she truly couldn't even
compare to Kong Yanyan's feet. She placed her palms on Kong Yanyan's feet, tracing the soft, delicate, flawless, calloused
, snow-white soles, slipping between her toes, kneading, and moving upwards.
The female celebrity lying on the hospital bed painfully tried to turn her head, but even this small wish was thwarted; she could only
continue staring at the ceiling, feeling the nurse's abuse.
"Gurgle...woo...gurgle...gurgle..."
The enormous electric vibrator continued its ravaging and churning in her small mouth, its thick head almost drilling into her
throat. Kong Yanyan's eyelids blinked, tears clinging to her long, upturned eyelashes,
sliding down her cheeks with each blink, soaking the white pillowcase. "
It's okay, cry. After it's over, I'll change everything. No one will notice these tears, no
one will know you wake up every night, and no one will ever know!"
Zhou Yi's cold fingertips, those fingers praised for their beauty, delicacy, and nimbleness, at this moment,
resembled venomous snakes, crawling upwards along the inside of the popular actress's thighs.
She pulled the electric vibrator out of Kong Yanyan's mouth, leaving it spinning to tease the actress's
sensitive inner thighs, moving upwards until it reached her clitoris—although Kong Yanyan was somewhat prepared, 　　her body still trembled slightly
when the thick vibrator's tip touched her clitoris . 　　Thanks to those who cared for Kong Yanyan, who had dressed her in only a long dress for easy rehabilitation and massage 　　, without even a bra, and whose buttons were fastened vertically to avoid the hassle of unfastening, 　　she lifted Kong Yanyan's long, white right leg, slightly separating her legs, and 　　revealing Kong Yanyan's cleanly shaved lower body beneath the lifted skirt. Indeed, just like many women who have studied in Europe and America 　　, Kong Yanyan had already used laser hair removal to clean her body. Even though she had been unconscious 　　for a long time, her lower body was still as clean as a freshly shelled egg, white and tender. Her two labia 　　were like two white lily petals, covering a small pink slit in the middle. Her full mons pubis was slightly 　　raised, plump and soft, like a small meat bun, without a single pore visible. She didn't 　　look like those women in the film and television industry who frequently had sex. 　　"What a slut, you can't even break it after all this? Or did they do that to you when they gave you a massage 　　?" 　　Zhou Yi said crudely, poking Kong Yanyan's vagina with a vibrator. 　　The huge vibrator, like a tiger's penis, squeezed against Kong Yanyan's labia with a buzzing sound. Her body twitched almost imperceptibly. 　　Under the light, her small labia, like torn flower petals, were forced apart by the vibrator's large head 　　, revealing the rosy labia inside. 　　"Mmm..." 　　Zhou Yi moved slowly, watching the popular actress's face gradually flush under the vibrator's stimulation. 　　Her breathing quickened, her small nostrils flaring. Yes, she couldn't move, couldn't 　　control herself, but she reacted to any pain or touch, like this, and like this. 　　"Mmm..." 　　She watched as Kong Yanyan's delicate nostrils began to twitch, fine beads of sweat rising from the tip of her nose. 　　Between her slightly parted lips, a glimpse of her pearly white teeth shone through. 　　She continued to subtly tease Kong Yanyan's lower body with the electric vibrator in her hand, stimulating her sensitive 　　tactile nerves and watching her body's reaction. Beneath the glans of the enormous vibrator, like a tiger's penis, two 　　tender, white labia were roughly parted, revealing a delicate, almost rosy pink, like a peach blossom bud, so fine it seemed 　　it could bleed. She changed the angle of the vibrator, positioning the glans against 　　the small opening at the bud's core, "Mmm..." She squeezed and rubbed forcefully, agitating the two sensitive petals and 　　the tiny, gradually emerging pink bud, sliding back and forth. 　　"Hehe, still pretending to be reserved? Don't you just like tiger stuff? You climaxed from just a touch? Want to 　　be penetrated, huh?" 　　She continued, watching Kong Yanyan's face flush even more, 　　the uncontrollable wetness between her parted legs, even her breathing becoming increasingly sweet. The buzzing 　　of the huge electric vibrator's glans teased the flesh between her lips, Kong Yanyan's body seemed to tremble 　　. Even with her eyes tightly closed, her captivating expression—sorrow, resentment, pain, yet an 　　uncontrollable ecstasy—was palpable. Between her slightly parted lips, a small, red tongue peeked out, 　　her breathing heavy. 　　Yes, initially, this slut wasn't so quick to react, quite resistant, often taking a long time 　　to get her wet. But now, whether she'd gotten used to it, or was truly a whore, 　　as soon as she touched her, this whore's lower body would become wet. So much so that Zhou Yi had the illusion that 　　she wasn't punishing Kong Yanyan, but rather making her enjoy herself! 　　"Damn it, you bitch!" 　　she said angrily, suddenly shoving the thing in her hand into Kong Yanyan's honey hole. 　　"Mmm..." 　　Kong Yanyan let out a soft moan, seemingly in pain. Her body instinctively arched upwards, her previously immobile 　　body, spine, and long, white neck forming a faint upward curve 　　before "slapping" back onto the bed. 　　Zhou Yi used the barbless glans of the vibrator to thrust hard into Kong Yanyan's vagina. The excruciating pain of her newly 　　moistened vulva being forcibly torn open by a large, thick object made Kong Yanyan's lower body feel as if it were being ripped apart 　　. Tears continued to well up in her eyes, and her fair, slender neck twitched slightly as 　　she swallowed. Miraculously, her fingertips and toes clenched slightly before slowly relaxing, causing her to instinctively open 　　her eyes. 　　Buzz, buzz… 　　The enormous electric vibrator squeezed her small, moist lips, stretching her already tiny vulva 　　as if it were about to burst open. Her pink, glistening vulva, like a gaping bag of flesh, was stretched to its limit 　　, swallowing the glans of the enormous vibrator, clinging tightly to it. It was astonishing 　　how such a small opening could accommodate something so large. Zhou Yi continued to adjust the angle in her hands. 　　"How is it? Our big star, isn't it comfortable? Isn't it comfortable? Hmm? Hmm?"

She continued operating the device in her hand; the vibrating dildo, shaped like a tiger's whip, acted like a giant blender, its thick
glans probing and squeezing at Kong Yanyan's vaginal opening. With each movement of her arm,
it thrust in hard, as if trying to penetrate her uterus. "Mmm..." Kong Yanyan's
body twitched slightly, but only slightly.
Tears welled in her eyes from the pain. Her fair, almost translucent neck tensed again, and the
fine veins beneath her snow-white skin widened and undulated rapidly with her rapid breathing, revealing the dilated blood vessels
. Her lips, which had been bloodless, were now flushed with a rosy hue.
"What? Is it that comfortable?"
Zhou Yi continued operating the huge electric vibrator in her hand. The vibrator, as thick as a soda can
, stirred within Kong Yanyan's almost perfect genitals, causing the skin and white tendons on the inside of Kong Yanyan's thighs to
tense slightly, trembling involuntarily.
"Mmm...mmm...clack..."
The hamstring and the muscles on her beautiful, smooth
calf, which were pressed down and spread apart to one side by Zhou Yi, twitched and twitched, as did her toes, which curled slightly uncontrollably.
In addition, the fleshy barbs, like tiger whips, were embedded in Kong Yanyan's tender honey hole,
rotating and twisting with the vibrator, stirring the tender flesh inside.
Under her white dress, Kong Yanyan's breasts heaved rapidly, two small pink nipples, like
the peaks of small mountains, peeking out from under her clothes. Beneath her rapidly tightening chest and ribs, her waist was incredibly slender,
her abdomen barely the width of a palm, trembling slightly with Zhou Yi's movements and pulsating with her breath
.
The enormous vibrator, its original secretions and saliva now dried,
thrust in and out of Kong Yanyan's vagina without any lubrication. This caused the popular actress lying on the hospital bed to furrow her brows, her
large, expressive eyes widening to their limit. Her lips, already parted, parted slightly
, revealing a sliver of crimson tongue.
"Mmm... gurgle... hehe..."
Her breathing became erratic, her slightly parted lips emitting what sounded like cries of pain. Her entire
body seemed submerged in water, covered in fine beads of sweat that soaked through her white dress, leaving
the exposed skin flushed a faint, peach-blossom-like red.
Zhou Yi, solely to inflict pain on Kong Yanyan, showed no mercy whatsoever.
She relentlessly thrust the electric vibrator into Kong Yanyan's vagina, turning the originally
delicate, pink flesh at the entrance into two thin, translucent labia, like transparent rings of flesh tightly gripping
the vibrator. Each insertion pulled in, dragging the labia minora along with it; each
withdrawal felt as if Kong Yanyan's vagina was being turned inside out. The labia, gripped by the barbs, resembled
pink, transparent beeswax being pulled out and clinging to the vibrator. Each thrust caused Kong Yanyan
's legs, the tendons in her thighs, and even her toes to clench tightly, her entire body trembling slightly. The tender
flesh at the base of her thighs was pounded and twisted, turning red.
"Clang... um... ha..."
Each thrust felt like it was
squeezing all the tender flesh of Kong Yanyan's alluring mons pubis into her vagina. The flesh of her white thighs was clearly bulging outwards, and each
withdrawal scraped against her soft labia. The pink flesh tightly gripping the penis
seemed almost transparent, revealing the terrifying barbs below.
There was no lubricating nectar, no caresses, no lubrication, only primal pain. Her vagina
felt like it was about to be pierced, swollen and bleeding, making
gurgling sounds in her throat, as if she could no longer bear it and was about to die. Staring at
the ceiling, her eyes glazed over, she wept as Zhou Yi tormented and played with her.
"Hmph..."
Zhou Yi continued smiling as she moved her hands, watching the popular actress lying on the bed, noticing
the tears welling in her eyes, her desperate gaze, her snow-white body
trembling slightly with each movement of her arms, the gurgling sounds emanating from her beautiful, flowing lips, the
spasmodic trembling of her thighs, and the cold sweat pouring from her body as if she were breathing.
Beneath the skin of her snow-white neck, the faint blue veins widened and tightened, the unimaginable pain and the writhing of her breath
causing the entire hospital bed to creak and groan from her exertion. Even Zhou Yi herself,
because Kong Yanyan's vagina and the vibrator were so tight, had to use all her strength to pull the vibrator out a bit,
leaving her breathless and sweating profusely.
"Damn, what a slut, clamping the vibrator so tightly,"
Zhou Yi said angrily. Although she was a little out of breath, she still maintained a happy smile—but
in her heart, at this moment, there seemed to be something unsatisfied. No, this alone was not enough,
far from enough.
She thought to herself, in order to fully insert the vibrator into Kong Yanyan's vagina, she
lifted Kong Yanyan's flawless, slender legs upwards, pressing down on the snow-white, rounded inner thighs, until Kong Yanyan's snow-
white thighs and mons pubis formed a ninety-degree right angle. The white tendons at the inner thighs were stretched to their limit, and
the vulva, already stretched open by the vibrator, was opened to its maximum, turning into the shape of lotus petals. Under the light, the flawless
little hole was penetrated by an ugly yellow vibrator. The pink flesh, swollen and congested with blood
, had turned a deep crimson. Lacking lubrication, the clear movement of the vibrator going in and out was clearly reflected in Zhou Yi's
eyes. At that moment, Kong Yanyan's already scattered gaze revealed a clear fear of something amiss.
Looking at Zhou Yi, who was grinning maliciously at her, she seemed to desperately try to shake her head, telling her no, no…
"Ugh…"
In an instant, Zhou Yi's wrist tensed, and with all her might, she thrust the vibrator into Kong Yanyan's vagina.
"Mmm..." Suddenly, she could clearly feel something that had been blocking the vibrator being pushed
aside! Kong Yanyan's dazed eyes narrowed sharply!
The enormous vibrator, at least twenty centimeters long, was fully inserted into her vagina, its glans penetrating the cervix
and reaching the uterine wall!
In an instant, a weak moan escaped the poor, popular woman's lips. Unable to bear it any longer, her lower body convulsed, and
a stream of cloudy urine spurted from the small hole on the vibrator, accompanied by the spasmodic trembling of the tender flesh at the base of her snow -white thighs
. The tiny hole, normally no bigger than a pinhole, flapped and opened rhythmically as the urine sprayed out
!
"Cough cough...cough cough..."
The popular actress lying on the bed was still unable to move, as if she were about to die. The muscles around her taut neck
twitched, and her whole body trembled slightly as she stared at the ceiling tiles. Her large, bright
eyes seemed to dilate from the pain, their pupils turning red with tears. Her small, open mouth revealed a small, tender
, red tongue that peeked out slightly, and clear, fragrant tears flowed down her lips, filling her face with a peach-colored blush.
The barbs embedded in her honeyed flesh twisted and turned, gripping the hot, tender flesh in three
directions within her honeyed orifice. Even inside her uterus, the large glans and the barbs were rotating,
like a scraping procedure, tormenting Kong Yanyan's uterus.
"Clatter... gurgle..." The fair, tender skin
at the base of the thighs of the popular actress, usually surrounded by the spotlight and standing on the stage under the spotlight,
trembled. Golden urine gushed from between her legs, spurting intermittently onto
the pristine white sheets, soaking Zhou Yi's right hand. It was as if her urethral sphincter had completely failed, unable to
stop the urination from her vagina opening and closing.
Besides the urine, there were also yellow stains stuck to the actress's buttocks, the
sheets, and the area around her anus.
"Tsk tsk, our big star isn't a child, how come she can't even control her urination and defecation?"
The nurse, now transformed into the cruelest witch, continued cruelly, though
she frowned slightly at the stench of urine and feces, she still spoke with amusement.
Yes, at this moment, she had absolutely no reason to be unhappy. Kong Yanyan, so
what if you win Dr. Zhao's heart? You're still lying here, being fucked by me with this electric vibrator that's like a tiger's whip, and you
're still here, being fucked until you vomit and pee, right? Dr. Zhao, right? Dr. Zhao, right?
Dr. Zhao will never know, never.
She continued moving her right hand, thrusting the electric vibrator forcefully into Kong Yanyan's vagina
. Each time it was pulled out, it felt like pulling Kong Yanyan's uterus out of her body; each
time it was inserted completely, all the way to the base of the handle, the twenty-centimeter-long electric vibrator was inserted straight to
the root, completely inside Kong Yanyan's uterus.
The buzzing sound, the three-section barbs of the huge vibrator throbbing and scratching the uterine wall
, sent shivers through Kong Yanyan's body as if she were being electrocuted.
Looking at Kong Yanyan's dazed, desperate, and ashamed face, seemingly unconscious, with her small mouth
open, tongue sticking out, and drool dripping from her lips, her delicate, trembling body, the beautiful body that Dr. Zhao was infatuated with
, lying on the bed like a sow, legs spread, being violated by him—but at this moment,
even though he had clearly gotten what he wanted, even though he had clearly taught this shameless little slut a lesson, making her suffer a fate worse
than death from his humiliation and torment, in Zhou Yi's heart, it seemed that something was still hard to fill, as if
a piece of her heart had been ripped out.
It was as if he would rather exchange all the pain this woman had endured for his own, even if it meant suffering
the same pain himself—paralysis, unconsciousness, being violated and tortured by this vibrating dildo, his
labia majora swollen and throbbing, unable to stop urinating—just to let
Dr. Zhao glance at him, even if he didn't like him, just to look at him, that would be enough…
He felt no joy whatsoever, yet he still smiled, watching this woman lying there in agony. The popular actress on the bed
looked at her pale face, worn down by his torment. Her once alluring smile was now gone
. Her high, delicate nose was wrinkled.
Saliva streamed from her open mouth, running down her cheeks and neck, a picture of helpless despair. Her unfocused eyes held pain, despair, a
poignant, pleading look. He continued to operate the electric massager, making the bed
creak and groan as it moved, moved, moved…
To be continued…

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