The experiences of a female writer

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Bai Tingting is a Chinese literature major at a university. Since childhood, she has loved writing and aspired to become a writer.

Because her father is usually very busy, and Tingting has always been obedient and well-behaved, he rarely interferes with her life.

Also, now that she's in university and around eighteen or nineteen, she's unlikely to be influenced by society or others. Tingting is a very opinionated girl with strong analytical and observational skills. She prefers to live in her own world and is therefore an extremely individualistic young woman.

From a young age, she frequently participated in writing and speech competitions, consistently placing in the top three. As a result, her room is filled with countless certificates, medals, and trophies.

Tingting has a well-proportioned figure, long flowing hair, delicate features, and elegant manners. Her skin is fair and smooth, her breasts are full and shapely, and her firm buttocks are slightly upturned. No matter what she wears, her figure is always on display.

She didn't have a boyfriend. Although many male classmates pursued her in high school, she didn't spend much time with any of them, believing it was all just fate.

One day, on her way home from school, Tingting looked up at the sky, pondering:

"What should I write now? What should I write? What have I written before? What haven't I written? What can I see? What can't I see or experience?"

She thought about this repeatedly, seemingly unable to find any clues, and she was very troubled. Unconsciously, Tingting walked to Ximending. Ximending, which fascinated some, was a dazzling, vibrant nightlife. Every night around seven or eight o'clock, one way of life in Taipei ended, and people plunged into another world of bewildering joy. There, neon lights shone brightly, and long lines of people supported extravagance, oblivion, and passion.

Around midnight, the frenzied dancing and shouting subsided. The city's revelry quieted down in the darkness. Although some still searched for light in the night, most had already fallen silent. They waited wearily and listlessly for the next day's activities and the next night's revelry to begin again.

This was the long journey for hundreds of thousands of men of all ages, married and unmarried, in Taipei City, from their factories and offices to their homes.

The world's largest metropolis had become the biggest entertainment venue at night; New York, Las Vegas, Miami, and Tokyo all had nightlife, diverse and ever-changing like a kaleidoscope.

Tingting finally arrived at the entrance of a nightclub. She seemed to have seen the advertisements outside and became interested in the performances inside. So, she made up her mind and went in to watch, regardless of the consequences.

When she sat down inside, she discovered that the hidden nightclub had a rotating frame installed on the ceiling. Two beautiful women on the stage were posing seductively for the audience, flaunting their bodies. Next, more women came up, each wearing tight short clothes, their breasts barely concealed.

Not long after, Tingting left the nightclub, thinking about something and continuing on her way. She hadn't walked far when she saw a bar again. She stopped, looked around, and went inside.

The bar was dimly lit, and she could vaguely see the bar girls serving drinks. Tingting found a seat, and a waitress in a miniskirt came over and asked,

"Miss, what would you like to drink?"

"A lemonade."

The waitress laughed and said, "Miss, this is a bar! We don't sell juice."

Tingting was surprised. A little embarrassed, she said, "Then a brandy, please."

"Okay, thank you, right away."

Tingting thought to herself, "How embarrassing! Actually, I wanted to see what was inside so I could find some writing material."

The waitress brought the drinks, placed them on the table, and left.

Tingting began to look around. She noticed men talking, resting, drinking, thinking, smiling, flirting, kissing, and touching women... things she had never seen before, but now she saw them.

After about twenty minutes, Tingting paid and left the bar. She walked home.

Half an hour later, she returned to her room, where the house was quiet and deserted.

Tingting had been used to this kind of life since childhood.

Her father was always busy with his career, and her mother helped him on one hand, and acted as his secretary on the other. So, it could be said that Tingting was very lonely, and she had no siblings, only herself.

Although her father had hired a maid when she was young, Tingting had her father dismiss her when she went to university, and she handled all the housework herself.

She wanted to train herself, and also to help with her writing, making her works more relevant to real life.

She changed into her pajamas, crawled into bed, and stared wide-eyed, wide awake. Her mind raced, replaying everything she'd just witnessed. She thought,

"In the bar, men are the customers, women are commodities. You can buy all sorts of beauty and warmth anytime, anywhere, as long as you pay. Women's revelry, laughter, smiles, physical sensations—what do they really feel? I don't know."

Tingting slowly began to find this question interesting and curious. She thought,

"To be a writer, to engage in actual writing, yet unable to experience the lives of those women—it's all for naught."

She always wanted to be a realistic female writer, but her lack of experience frustrated her greatly. Gradually, she fell asleep.

A few days later, Tingting still couldn't think of any other social genre to write about. But that question from that night kept surfacing in her mind. She wanted to dismiss it, but felt it was a waste; she thought about it but couldn't write anything, because she wasn't one of those women, and hadn't experienced their lives firsthand, so she dared not try to emulate them. This problem, once it arose, has been surging within her intermittently, seemingly growing stronger with each passing moment, slowly changing her life.

During these two or three months of dramatic change, Tingting seemed to be starting to see a way forward, thinking:

"If I could immerse myself in their lives and experience their lifestyle, it would greatly help my writing."

Tingting began to have this idea, thinking, "How to convince my father and mother is a major obstacle."

A few more days passed, during which Tingting pondered how to overcome this obstacle. She finally came up with a plan: "If I trick my parents into going on a six-month trip abroad, and then sneak out of the airport, using those six months to experience the lives of those in the sex industry, it would work."

She jumped for joy, finally having found a solution, and began to act.

One day, Tingting's parents saw her off at Chiang Kai-shek International Airport. After they left, Tingting slipped out of the departure hall, took a taxi, and headed straight for Taipei.

Upon arriving in Taipei, Tingting first moved her luggage into her pre-rented apartment, then changed into ordinary clothes and began her exploration.

Tingting's goal was to record the lives of women working in unusual and novel industries, to use as material for her future social realism writing.

She first went to a media company that was recruiting actors, intending to groom them into stars. Given Tingting's looks, she was given priority and taken to their film studio.

Actually, it wasn't a film studio, but a rented villa. When she entered, all the filming was already underway, and the male and female leads were already on set.

Today, Tingting was just there to observe; she wasn't the lead actress, as she had already been cast in the next film.

When the director yelled, "Action!", the male and female leads came on stage to begin acting.

The female lead was playing a truck driver's wife. When she appeared, she was wearing the latest lace pajamas, looking like she was getting ready for bed.

Just then, the doorbell rang.

She quickly put on a cover-up and went to open the door.

A man in his thirties entered, very burly, but not particularly handsome. He was the female lead's husband's colleague; he was the male lead in the film.

The male lead told the female lead,

"Your husband is away on a business trip to Kaohsiung tonight and won't be back until tomorrow night."

After saying this, he was about to leave.

At that moment, the cover-up the female lead was wearing accidentally slipped down. The male lead turned around and looked at her; his eyes immediately changed.

He quickly turned and locked the door, approaching the female protagonist step by step, looking desperate.

The female protagonist showed a panicked expression, afraid of his actions, and slowly backed away. Suddenly, the male protagonist pounced on her like a hungry tiger.

He grabbed her, and the two rolled onto the bed, tumbling and pulling at her nightgown.

At this moment, the female protagonist's lace nightgown was already torn open.

Tingting's heart began to pound, and she couldn't help but feel a little scared.

Suddenly, two huge, bouncing breasts appeared before her eyes, the nightgown already ripped off.

Tingting's heart was pounding rapidly with the bouncing breasts.

After a struggle, the female protagonist was completely naked. Completely exposed.

Tingting could clearly see her breasts and buttocks; the female protagonist was lying on her side.

When the female protagonist turned around, her vulva was not exposed because one of the male protagonist's huge hands was pressed against her genitals.

The two naked protagonists were pressed tightly together, without any gaps.

However, Tingting noticed that the male protagonist's penis wasn't inside the female protagonist's vagina, so she breathed a sigh of relief. She only saw their hips rising and falling rhythmically.

The female protagonist was desperately twisting and struggling, and from her eyes

, it was clear she had been aroused by the male protagonist.

Tingting's cheeks began to flush.

She saw that the female protagonist's legs were wrapped around the male protagonist's waist, seemingly unwilling to loosen their grip. The female protagonist's hands were also gripping the male protagonist's shoulders tightly, and at this moment, her breathing was rapid. The male protagonist

was also lying on top of the female protagonist, motionless, as if they had stopped moving.

Tingting slowly felt a strange sensation and shifted her gaze to the male protagonist's buttocks. She saw his buttock muscles twitching in waves, indicating that the male protagonist was pleasurably ejaculating.

The male protagonist had already put on his clothes. The female protagonist remained naked, lying on her side on the bed.

"I'm sorry, madam, please forget about it," the male protagonist said.

"No, I'll remember it forever."

The male protagonist finished dressing and seemed about to leave.

"No, don't go!"

"Madam, is there anything else you need?"

"Please...please do it again."

"Don't you...don't you hate me?"

"No...not at all!" the female protagonist said longingly, "I got love from violence. I want you to fuck me, fuck me hard, even if you fuck me to death, it doesn't matter."

After hearing these words, the male protagonist took off his clothes again.

The two indulged in another passionate encounter, but this time it was the female protagonist who initiated the attack.

Then, the director yelled "Cut!"

All the movement stopped, except for the two protagonists' bodies on the bed, their skin still trembling, seemingly unable to calm down.

After filming wrapped, the director approached Tingting and greeted her, asking,

"May I ask your name, Miss?"

"My name is Tingting."

"Oh! So you're Miss Tingting. Please come with me."

Tingting followed the director to another room, where only the two of them were present. The director closed the door behind him.

"Miss Tingting, please have a seat."

"Thank you!"

"I just heard from the producer that you're the lead actress in the next film."

"No... I don't deserve that!" Tingting replied shyly.

"Have you ever acted before?"

"No!"

"Oh! Are you interested in acting?"

"Yes!"

"That's good."

"But...but I've never acted before?"

The director said in a reassuring tone,

"It's okay, don't worry, we'll teach you when the time comes."

The director took a notebook from the table and read aloud,

"Next time, you will play 'the experience of a female student.'"

Upon hearing "female student," Tingting quickly replied,

"I can act that, as long as I don't have sex with men and it gets filmed.

" "Of course we won't, but the 'sexual' indulgence is just something we'll use on camera. Don't worry, we won't do close-ups of your face."

"Thank you! Thank you!"

"Do you have any other questions?"

"I don't think so."

"Okay! Then you can go back now. Oh, by the way..."

The director handed the script for "The Experience of a Female Student" to Tingting and said,

"Take this home and read it, and memorize your lines. We'll start filming in three days."

Tingting looked grateful and quickly said:

"Thank you, Director, thank you, Director."

Then, the director saw Tingting off.

These past two days, Tingting has been studying the script in her apartment, a surge of joy welling up inside her; she thought:

"This is my first time stepping into society, but I didn't expect it to go so smoothly. I'm the lead actress in my first film. Although the filming I saw was a bit revealing, I didn't find any scenes that required that in the script. The director also repeatedly assured me that there would be absolutely no scenes that would harm her, so I felt even more at ease. Besides, the purpose of this trip was to experience life in various industries. As long as I'm careful, I'm sure I'll come back with a lot of success."

Tingting thought to herself as she wrote this down in her diary.

She knew that the script's "experience of a female student" was about a female student who, after school, encountered several delinquents on her way home. They took her to an empty house, where she was assaulted, and then she was rescued by patrolling police officers. So Tingting was quite relieved, believing that nothing unexpected could happen.

On the third night, Tingting went to bed early. She knew that filming was quite tiring, and sometimes required staying up all night. Getting enough sleep would greatly help her mental state and complexion, and would also allow her to maintain her stamina without getting tired.

Tingting was already fast asleep, having set her alarm before bed, so she slept peacefully.

Early the next morning… the alarm suddenly rang. Tingting got up, finished her chores, and went to the film studio early, wanting to make a good impression.

Her colleagues at the studio worked as usual.

Tingting greeted everyone.

She saw the director walk in from outside. So, Tingting went up to him and said,

"Director, good morning!"

"Good morning! Why haven't you changed yet?"

Tingting glanced at her clothes, feeling embarrassed, and said,

"Um! I'll go change right away!"

"Okay, hurry up and change."

Tingting turned to leave, but the director called her back:

"Miss Tingting! By the way, when we're filming later, the producer will play the leader of our delinquent gang."

"Okay, no problem."

"By the way, if we start filming and I don't yell 'cut,' you can't stop... many times we'll even have to start over."

"Okay, I remember."

"Also, if I yell 'cut,' you can't move around randomly, because all actions and positions must be continuous, and you can't say anything unnecessary outside the script while acting."

"Oh!"

"You remembered all that, right?"

"Yes! I remembered all that!"

"Okay! Go change your clothes! We'll start filming soon."

Tingting took her clothes and went to the restroom to change.

Ten minutes passed...

Everyone seemed ready. The director called out,

"Ready?"

A chorus of "Ready!" came the reply.

Tingting, dressed in a university uniform, stood to the side, holding several books, watching the director. The director was explaining the scene where a female student was dragged into an empty room by several thugs and subjected to humiliation. All the actors seemed to be listening intently.

Five minutes later, the director asked the actors,

"Did you understand?"

The actors nodded one by one.

The director checked everything; all preparations were complete. He shouted,

"On set!"

At the director's command, "Camera!"

several thugs escorted Tingting into the room.

Tingting's face was filled with fear; her large, dark eyes scanned her surroundings.

The room was empty; only several lecherous men and her own loneliness stood before her.

Fear began to creep into Tingting's heart; she clutched her books tightly to her chest. The men approached step by step, their faces gleaming with lewd smiles. She retreated step by step, until her back hit the wall. They continued to close in, and Tingting slowly moved her body towards the corner.

Then, Tingting felt she had nowhere to go, her back pressed tightly against the wall. They were getting closer and closer.

Suddenly, Tingting threw the book she was holding.

The men dodged, returning to their original positions.

Now they were standing in front of Tingting, one of them reaching out to touch her delicate face, saying,

"This little girl is quite pretty, let's all have a taste."

Just as he was about to make a move, he heard a shout of "Stop!" The men froze, turning around to look.

Standing before them was a tall, burly, and muscular man. They were startled and exclaimed,

"Boss!"

"Hmm!"

the man asked,

"What mischief have you been up to now?"

"N-nothing...nothing, boss..."

The man walked over and asked again,

"Not yet. What's this?"

He pointed at Tingting and said,

"Where did you get her?"

"Heh...heh...yes...we grabbed her on the street...no...no...she didn't grab her, she came with us willingly..." one of the guys answered.

"Oh! Then why aren't any other girls with me?"

"...This..."

"You're lying to me again. You better watch out."

"No, boss, we wouldn't dare."

"Alright, get out."

"Yes, yes, boss!"

They looked back, feeling a real pity; they hadn't expected this swan meat to fall into the boss's hands.

This boss was either played by someone else or the producer himself, a worldly-wise-looking individual.

He walked up to Tingting and gently touched her face, cheeks, neck, ears, and hair. Finally, he lifted her chin and said,

"Hmm! What a beauty."

Tingting looked at him with fear, too afraid to move.

He grabbed her hand and lifted it up. Tingting struggled, but the tighter his grip became, the less she seemed able to break free. He looked her over.

She was wearing a school uniform, a skirt, white socks, and black shoes, her legs pressed straight and together against the wall.

He suddenly tried to take off her jacket, but failed because she remained pressed against the wall.

When the eldest brother failed to remove her clothes, he suddenly grabbed Tingting's arms and began kissing her face wildly. Tingting kept twisting her neck to avoid his kisses. Although he didn't kiss her lips, he did kiss her cheeks and neck. Tingting felt a surge of heat, but she couldn't push him away.

The eldest brother was displeased that she wasn't compliant, but he wouldn't give up. He pressed his chest against Tingting's upper body, making her unable to move, while his hands began to grope her body.

The first thing Tingting felt was a pair of burning palms kneading between her breasts, sending waves of electricity slowly spreading from her nipples throughout her body.

Tingting began to scream:

"No...no...help...help me..."

But he ignored her, instead pressing his hands even more boldly against her breasts. Although his hands were pressing through several layers of clothing, the friction made Tingting very uncomfortable. As the boss's hands kneaded, Tingting's bra rubbed against her nipples, sending waves of heat through her chest. She felt an indescribable sensation, a sensation she had never experienced before, a mixture of discomfort and pleasure!

"Mmm...mmm..." she couldn't help but hum softly.

After kneading her breasts for a while, the boss quickly moved his hands to her waist, massaging there.

However, because Tingting's school skirt was very tight, he couldn't reach her genitals. He moved his hands to her buttocks, touching and kneading them, making Tingting uncomfortable. When his movements became too vigorous, his hand was accidentally pricked by the zipper of her skirt. Only then did he realize where he should start. Just as he was about to act, Tingting stopped him with her hands. The boss, quick-witted, suddenly pulled her tightly. Tingting felt a sudden difficulty breathing and her hands loosened.

The boss used his buttocks to support her hands, his right hand pulling the zipper, and slid down forcefully. Suddenly, a hole appeared in the back of Tingting's school skirt.

He yanked hard with both hands, and the entire skirt belt snapped. Tingting tried to pull the skirt up with her hands, but it was too late. He quickly squatted down and pulled the skirt up to her ankles. Then, the leader quickly stood up. Tingting instinctively covered her genitals with her hands. The leader's hands immediately moved to Tingting's top, forcefully unbuttoning it.

At this moment, Tingting's bra was already partially exposed. She moved her right hand up to protect her breasts, while her left hand remained still, covering her genitals.

The leader paused for a moment, seemingly considering where to start. He reached into the school shirt and pulled it off along with the jacket. But the clothes didn't fall down; only the shoulders came down. However, Tingting's hands were bound behind her back, as if tied with rope.

Suddenly, what was revealed to the leader was a beautiful, fair-skinned young girl's body. At this moment, Tingting was only wearing a pure white bra and a semi-transparent lace panty. Tingting struggled, but she was surrounded by two walls, and there was also a human wall in front of her.

The boss began to lewdly laugh, touching Tingting's smooth and tender skin, and said:

"Haha...haha...haha...what a beauty...truly a masterpiece of God...haha...hahaha...haha...I never thought I would get her..."

His lewd laughter made Tingting realize her true nature, and fear gradually crept into her heart. She cried out:

"Help...help..."

"Little girl, who are you yelling for..."

"Wait a moment, if someone comes, you'll be in trouble..."

"Haha...haha...there isn't even a ghost around here, um...let alone a person...haha...haha...today...you're mine...haha."

He reached his hands to Tingting's chest, one hand pressing on her breast, the other pulling on her bra. The eldest brother tested it with his hand, then moved both hands to Tingting's chest and yanked hard, breaking the bra strap. He pulled the bra back, then placed his head on her nipple and licked it with his tongue.

Tingting felt a tingling sensation, and her breasts trembled a few times.

The eldest brother pressed his right hand on Tingting's left breast, twisting and kneading the nipple. He lifted her right breast with his left hand and sucked and licked the tender red nipple. Tingting's nipple swelled up, becoming as large as a plump red cherry. Her whole body felt a tingling sensation, and she unconsciously began to moan:

"...mmm...mmm...oh...oh...ah...ah..."

Tingting's legs trembled incessantly, as if ants were tickling her body. Tingting's vagina began to heat up, slowly boiling. This was a feeling she had never experienced before.

After being played with like this, Tingting no longer knew where the play had gone. Tingting moaned, her body trembling.

The boss had been caressing her breasts for a while, sucking on one, then the other, licking this one, then that one, savoring Tingting's newly developed breasts.

After a while, Tingting suddenly felt a hot liquid flowing inside her uterus. Suddenly, she felt three "plop! plop! plop!" sounds in a row, and Tingting's vaginal fluid flowed out.

This feeling was something only Tingting could understand; it was like her menstrual period, gushing out from her tender vagina in spurts, soaking her white lace panties.

Based on the boss's experience, it seemed like it was almost time. At this moment, Tingting's soul seemed to float in mid-air, as if she were drunk. He reached out his right hand and scooped up some flesh on Tingting's mons pubis. Tingting seemed like a sleeping baby, awakened by some sound. The boss's right hand slid down, his fingers soaked with her vaginal fluid from Tingting's white panties.

He chuckled,

"Haha... little girl... what's wrong... couldn't wait... came first... haha... didn't expect... hehe... you're so sensitive... haha..."

The boss began to undress, saying as he did so,

"...hehe... little darling... won't... won't keep you waiting too long... almost done..."

Tingting, recalling her lines, acted out the scene with a fearful expression. Tingting cried out in fear,

"...no... no... don't... I... I don't want to..."

The boss finally pulled down his panties and walked towards her.

He grinned lewdly, saying, "...haha... haha... little darling... I'm coming... I'm coming..."

For the first time, Tingting stared directly at a man's penis, standing erect amidst her pubic hair. The large, dark shaft, about seven inches long, stood erect between his legs, its glans as large as a small egg, a glistening purplish-red, proudly displaying its power. Before the man's body even touched Tingting, the glans had already pressed against her vulva.

Tingting cried out for help:

"...Help!...Help!...Help!...Help!...Help!..."

She screamed desperately, as if a burning iron block were scorching her.

The man first gripped his penis tightly with his right hand, thrusting it wildly against Tingting's wet white panties. Tingting grew increasingly frightened, sweating profusely, unsure what to do.

The man squatted down and pulled Tingting's white lace panties down to her thighs, then stood up with a lewd grin. He gripped his penis again, pressing it against her wet vulva, while rubbing the head against her pubic hair.

At this moment, Tingting's vulva was no longer protected by her lace panties, completely exposed to the boss.

Although Tingting tried her best to resist, it was too late to escape. The boss pressed his body against hers. Instantly, Tingting felt a burning heat on her delicate body. The boss pressed his lips tightly against her fragrant lips, kissing and pressing them almost frantically. His right palm and chest rubbed and pressed against her breasts, like kneading dough. At the same time, his penis rubbed and pressed against Tingting's lower abdomen and vulva, like a wooden rod hitting a door.

At this moment, Tingting's breathing quickened, as the boss's pressure made it hard for her to breathe. However, such caresses were something Tingting could never describe through mere imagination.

Tingting gradually began to feel numb, itchy, and tingling, and slowly she succumbed. She seemed to have begun to communicate with others through her actions.

The eldest brother held Tingting's pink neck tightly and thrust his tongue into her mouth, sucking and swirling it fiercely, making her tongue ache and sting. Tingting couldn't escape even if she wanted to.

The eldest brother was probably in his thirties, and his actions showed that he was a seasoned womanizer. He knew from experience that the time was ripe.

Her skin, white as milk, and her exposed breasts, thumping, made his blood boil. Tingting's

skin was smooth and white, and her two full breasts stood proudly on her chest. Her two moist labia, like two budding petals, were raised high, opening and closing intermittently, and between them, there was a lot of clear, glistening vaginal fluid, so abundant that it was incredibly arousing. The fine, neat pubic hair on her mons pubis grew thickly and blackly on her vulva, like a fuzzy lawn, curling and covering her tender vulva.

He lowered his head, stretched out his tongue, and began to lick her body vigorously. The older man moved his head down, licking her pink neck, breasts, navel, and lower abdomen, until he reached the mysterious triangle covered in soft, fragrant hair, and took her sensitive clitoris into his mouth!

"Ah..."

Tingting's body had never been touched by a man, much less licked. Therefore, she couldn't withstand such intense stimulation. In an instant, her blood surged, her slender waist swayed, and her legs trembled involuntarily.

Tingting's little mouth began to moan:

"...mmm...mmm...um, umm...mmm...mmm...ah...oh...ah...oh..."

The boss spread her labia apart with both hands and stuck his tongue inside. He licked and sucked hard at her tender vulva, thirstily drawing in the sweet spring within to quench his thirst.

Tingting reacted instinctively; her virgin private parts were being attacked, and she naturally raised her thighs alternately to block his attack. This allowed Tingting to catch her breath a little, as her hands were bound behind her back by her clothes and she couldn't move for a moment.

But the boss, having just tasted the sweetness, was not about to stop. He continued to press down on Tingting's jade legs with both hands and licked her vulva with his tongue. This went on for about ten minutes. The boss squatted on the ground, his penis erect and hot between his legs. Then he stood up, his penis now perpendicular to his body, even more erect.

The older man was on top of Tingting, thrusting his hips, his thick penis ramming and stabbing wildly into her tender vulva. Perhaps he wasn't trying hard enough, or perhaps he wasn't aiming correctly. So the glans of his penis couldn't get in at all.

But because of his ramming and stabbing, Tingting's vulva was itchy and extremely uncomfortable, both inside and out.

Because Tingting had never been with a man before, she didn't know that a woman's vulva could be penetrated regardless of the size of the penis.

She was startled by that huge, thick, hard penis, and her whole body was covered in cold sweat, completely at a loss.

Moreover, the director's script didn't say anything like that, only "being humiliated in an empty room." At the same time, the director had repeatedly assured her that this wouldn't happen, and it wouldn't be filmed.

Tingting thought to herself:

"Can I call 'cut'? It might upset the director, and he also said that if he doesn't call 'cut,' no one can stop. Besides, he said he wouldn't let me suffer any loss, so I should just keep acting!"

The older man continued to touch her vulva with the glans of his penis.

Tingting began to cry for help again:

"...Help...Help...Quick...Quick...Help...Help...Help...Help me...Help me...Help me...Help me...Help me...Help me...Help me..."

Tingting cried out dozens of times, but no savior appeared. She continued to cry out:

"...Help...Help...Help...Help...Help...Help...Help...Help...Help...Help...Help...Help...Help..."

Tingting began to feel strange, asking herself:

"Why hasn't the actor playing the police come yet? Did he forget? Or is the actor not here? Or is he asleep?"

Questions flooded Tingting's mind. She seemed to have forgotten that someone was having sex with her—no! It should be said that someone was raping her. Her mind was already thinking about these questions, and for a moment her body seemed to ignore these sensory stimulations!

The boss used his right hand to grasp his penis and inserted it into Tingting's tender vagina.

At this moment, Tingting's mind cleared, and she felt a sharp pain in her vagina.

Tingting looked down. She saw that the boss's glans was already halfway in, and she knew things were going badly.

The boss thrust again with force, and with a "whoosh" sound, his seven- or eight-inch-long penis went in a little further.

Tingting had never felt this way before; her vagina throbbed with pain, the agony unbearable.

"Ah...it hurts...it hurts...it hurts so much...ah...ouch..."

With each thrust, Tingting screamed, tears streaming from her eyes.

The boss's glans could feel a thin, resilient membrane blocking the way inside her vagina. He knew Tingting was probably still a virgin.

So, with all his might, he thrust in, and with a "plop," broke through her hymen! He pressed his advantage, ignoring Tingting's screams, and thrust again... a second thrust... and his seven-inch-long penis was fully inside Tingting's tender virgin vagina. He wanted to finish the job.

Tingting cried out in pain:

"...Ouch...ouch...it hurts...it hurts so much...it hurts so much...you...you...you...you...you really...really defiled me...defiled me...you're so bad...you're so bad...so...so cruel...ah...ouch...ah..."

Tingting cried out in pain, her delicate body convulsing and twisting wildly.

Seeing her crying and wailing, the boss ignored her. He gently withdrew his penis, then thrust it in hard.

"............You............you're going to die............ah...............ah............you can............you can't............you can't insert it anymore............ah............help.........ouch............it hurts............it hurts so much.........I.........my vagina.........my vagina is about.........about to tear...............ouch...............ah......ah......no............don't...............help...............it hurts.........it hurts............it hurts so much.........ah.................."

The louder Tingting's cries for help grew, the more his blood boiled, and he thrust harder.

Tingting started crying incessantly, seemingly out of control, her voice becoming hoarse.

Seeing her like this, after thrusting fifty or sixty times, the boss suddenly felt pity and pulled his penis out.

Streams of vaginal fluid, mixed with a trace of virgin blood, flowed out with a "squeak......squeak......squeak..." sound.

Tingting threw herself at him, and the boss hugged her.

He gently placed Tingting on the ground and began to remove her skirt, underwear, coat, shirt, and bra. He used the clothes as a blanket.

Tingting sat naked on the cold floor.

He tried to comfort her, hoping to calm her down, but she started crying and screaming.

He tried to carry her to where her clothes were, but she wouldn't cooperate. Suddenly, she stood up and ran towards the door.

Realizing the danger, he pounced on her like a tiger pouncing on a sheep. A loud crash followed. He landed on top of her, and Tingting, unable to withstand the weight, fell face-first to the ground. Her breasts hit the floor with a loud thud.

He quickly scrambled to his feet and dragged her to the side with the clothes, a struggle that took him a great deal of effort.

Tingting rolled around on the ground, her body covered in patches of black and white, a pitiful sight. She resisted, struggling like a wild horse, stubbornly fighting back.

The eldest brother, no longer caring, pounced on her again, pressing his entire body against hers. Tingting lay on her back, her legs kicking and rubbing wildly in protest.

His right hand slid down her waist and pressed against her vulva. He began gently teasing her sensitive clitoris.

Feeling someone touching her vulva, Tingting instinctively swayed her hips.

The eldest brother then extended his middle finger, sliding it down into her vulva. Tingting trembled violently.

He slowly thrust, probed, drilled, teased, and dug, performing each action.

Under his intense teasing, Tingting's body trembled, her legs squeezing and kicking. She clenched her teeth, and from her mouth came out:

"............Ugh............Ugh............Shh............Shh............Hmm............Hmm.....................Oh............"

The boss had been playing with Tingting like this for more than ten minutes, and he was unwilling to stop at all.

After a few more minutes, the situation seemed to have changed again, and Tingting groaned:

"Ugh............Ugh............So itchy.........Ah.........Ah.........I............I.........I can't take it.....................I can't take it anymore............Ah......Oh......Oh......Ouch.........Ouch.........I.........I.........I.........I'm so itchy............So itchy...............Ah............Ah............No............No.........I can't take it..............."

Seeing Tingting moan like this, the boss's penis became even more erect, swollen and large, a full eight inches long, and trembling constantly, he was really desperate for sex.

So, he launched another round of attack.

First, the boss straddled Tingting's legs with his right foot. Then, he rubbed his thigh against her mons pubis, making Tingting's genitals heat up in waves.

After a while, he pressed his upper body against Tingting's delicate body again, rubbing his chest against her breasts. At this moment, Tingting's upper body gradually warmed up, and her nipples gradually became numb and swollen. Then, the older brother straddled Tingting's legs with his left foot.

Now, Tingting lay on her back in a "T" shape, while the older brother lay face down in a "|" shape.

Their physical contact seemed to be complete.

Then, the older brother began to do something naughty; he placed his hands under Tingting's armpits and moved his body up and down.

This method not only allowed the boss's chest to rub against her breasts, but also allowed his glans to rub against Tingting's vulva, giving them both pleasure.

Tingting's delicate body was being rubbed by the boss, her heart itching:

"...mmm...mmm...oh...oh...um...um...it's itchy...it's so itchy..."

Seeing Tingting becoming aroused, the boss pressed his chest against her breasts. He braced his toes against the ground, arching his body. He held his glans with his right hand, his eyes fixed on her tender vulva, aiming his glans at the opening. Tingting was breathless from

his pressure, wanting to push him away but unable to. She felt the boss thrust his hips forward, pressing his waist down, and with a "plop," his entire eight-inch-long penis was inserted into her tender vulva.

Tingting screamed repeatedly:

"............Ah............It hurts............It hurts............It hurts so much...............Ah............Ah............No.........No..............."

She knew she had no one to turn to for help, and could only express the excruciating pain inside her vagina by screaming.

Therefore, when the boss realized that his penis was fully inserted, he immediately launched a fierce attack. He pulled out about five inches of his eight-inch-long, thick penis one after another, and then thrust it in all the way back in.

Tingting began to feel waves of tingling and itching all over her body.

However, after the boss had thrust in and out more than thirty times, the flesh of her vaginal opening was being forced open and closed, causing Tingting to go from being in pain to falling into an abyss of agony.

She gritted her teeth, trying her best to suppress her pain, but it was still unbearable. She groaned,

"...Ah...Ugh...Ouch...Ouch...Ah...It hurts...It hurts...So...So painful...Ah...Ouch...I...I...My vagina...My vagina...It's going to...It's going to tear...Ouch...Oh my god...Ah...Ah..."

Tingting's face was contorted with pain as she placed her hands on the boss's waist to reduce the force of his thrusts. However, the more Tingting did this, the harder the boss thrust, as if he had an innate rebellious streak.

After about ten minutes, the boss had thrust nearly a thousand times.

Tingting's tightly furrowed brows finally relaxed. She no longer felt the previous pain; instead, she felt a numb, tingling, and numbing sensation...

Only then did a smile appear on the boss's face. He lowered his head and took the nipple into his mouth, pulling and releasing it, making the breast sway, which was quite amusing.

The eldest brother took the nipple into his mouth, rubbing it with the tip of his tongue, sucking and licking it, making a vigorous fuss.

"...Ah...Oh...It's so itchy...Ah...Ah...So...It's killing me with itchiness...So...So sore...Ugh...Ugh...Hmm...Hmm...Oh...Ah..."

The eldest brother's movements were practically like doing push-ups. The penis went in and out, filling the vagina with intense pleasure, making the vagina feel full and swollen. At this moment, the two engorged labia were completely split open. The big penis thrust in and out forcefully, the glans hitting the soft flesh of Tingting's vaginal flower. The tender vagina was dripping with lustful fluid, making a "plop! plop!" squelching sound as the penis penetrated it.

"............Ugh............Oh............Hmm......Hmm......I can't take it......Ugh............Ah............It's so itchy.........So sore.........Oh.........Oh.........It's killing me.........Ugh.........Ugh.........Hmm............"

Tingting was now completely out of her mind, not even knowing where the filming was going, whether it was still filming, or not. Her vagina was stuffed, numb and swollen, she was being violated to the point of aching and burning, her whole body was burning hot, her mouth was dry, and her heart was pounding like a drum.

Tingting's flower was wide open, and her lustful fluids gushed out of her vagina like a spring that had been dug out.

This time, the boss thrust in and out more than eight hundred times. Tingting's legs were weak, her limbs were powerless, her vision was blurring, and she was covered in fragrant sweat.

The boss thought to himself,

"I never expected this beauty to be untouched before I even got to enjoy her. Hehe! It feels so good, so satisfying and pleasurable!"

Tingting's body writhed violently, her buttocks twisting and turning, her vulva occasionally throbbing to meet the invading, hard penis. Therefore, every time the boss thrust his glans in, Tingting's whole body trembled and went numb.

Based on his experience, the boss judged that Tingting's stamina was waning and she probably wouldn't last much longer.

Tingting's hands clung tightly to the boss's waist, moving with the rise and fall of his body.

Suddenly, Tingting's moans rose and fell, growing louder and louder as she pleaded desperately:

"............Ah.........Ah.........I.........I.........I can't take it anymore......I.........really can't take it.........I.........I.........I can't stand it.........Ugh......Ugh...............Ouch.........Ouch.........It's killing me......Ugh.........Ugh.........I.........I'm going to die.........I..............................can't take it.........Ah......Ah......Ah........................"

When her cries stopped, she lay flat, her limbs motionless, like a dead person.

As streams of hot vaginal fluid gushed from her flower, wetting the glans,

the man's glans, once wet, trembled a few times, then he could no longer muster any strength. His hands went limp, and he collapsed onto Tingting's delicate body.

His glans, hot from being soaked in vaginal fluid, trembled uncontrollably, and involuntarily, his semen shot deep into her uterus with a "squeak...squeak...squeak" sound.

At this moment, the director shouted:

"Cut! Wow! That's great, the best filming I've ever done in my life!"

The crew started packing up.

"Producer! Producer!"

the director called out, pulling at the producer. The producer woke up from Tingting's body and asked,

"Director, how did today's filming go?"

The director shouted happily,

"Great, fantastic, so realistic! Producer, you can get up now, we're done."

"Okay!"

The producer got up and dressed, and the others left.

Now only the producer, director, and Tingting remained on set.

"Director, what about her?"

"Hey! She's too tired, still sleeping. Don't worry about her, let's go, she'll wake up on her own in a bit."

The producer covered Tingting's naked body with the scraps of clothing on the floor.

"Let's go! Go back and rest!"

With that, the two left together.

*** *** *** ***

Tingting slept alone on the floor for who knows how long. Suddenly, she felt a sharp, splitting pain in her vulva and slowly woke up.

Instinctively, she touched her vulva with her right hand, finding it covered in blood-tinged vaginal fluid, and burst into tears.

She slowly stood up and wiped away the blood, vaginal fluid, and the man's semen with her underwear. Then, she put on her clothes, put her underwear in her bag, and left the empty room.

Like a lost soul, she walked the streets in the silent, dark night. She returned to her apartment and first wrote down what had happened that day in her diary. Then, she took out the underwear from her bag, the one that had been used to wipe away the virgin blood, vaginal fluid, and semen, and set it on fire in the room.

Although the evidence was burned, the inner pain could never be quelled.

Then, Tingting went to the bathroom to shower, hoping to wash away her wounds with hot water. But she knew it was impossible.

She turned on the tap. The water splashed and gurgled as Tingting began to wash herself, reflecting on the experiences of the day...

(The End)

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