【Burning Glory】(5 Entrance to the Abyss b)

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5. The Entrance to the Abyss -

Lin Shuang finally received the money she wanted. Unexpectedly, the magazine didn't make her do anything

shameful; at most, she just stood shyly in front of the camera in a bikini, displaying her youthful, delicate body.

She knew the magazine's owner had a powerful background, and she knew many of the older women there did all sorts of embarrassing things,

but everyone was very kind to this newcomer, teaching her how to do makeup, how to pose, and

how to cope with the cold wind and scorching sun during outdoor shoots. One woman even worried she wouldn't have enough money and gave her a thick

wad of cash, wishing her little sister a speedy recovery. Unable to resist her, Lin Shuang led her to Lu'er's hospital room.

Half-asleep, Lu'er saw the beautiful older woman at the door. This

girl gently touched Lu'er's head, comforting the sick girl.

The warm, soft touch of that hand made Lu'er's head spin again.

"Pretty little sister, you will grow up to be a gentle and beautiful woman!" the beautiful older woman

said. The warm, sweet scent of the mature woman wafted into the girl's nose. She sniffed the

comforting scent through her little nose and gradually fell asleep.

Before drifting off, she vaguely remembered that the older sister's name was Xue Meng.

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Days passed, and the magazine's work was very busy. Lin Shuang, who wasn't particularly bright to begin with, had to drop out of school.

She remembered that day, Lu'er, filled with self-reproach, hugged her and cried for a long time, feeling useless and a burden to her sister. Lin Shuang

gently comforted the girl in her arms, "Sister always has to support the family, so Lu'er has to work hard for sister too

! One day when sister gets old and not pretty anymore, my little Lu'er will have to support sister!"

Lu'er wiped away her tears, nodded vigorously, and clenched her little fist: "Lu'er will definitely make

sister the happiest person in the world!"

Lin Shuang chuckled at the earnest little girl's expression and gently touched the girl

's little nose: "Okay, then sister will wait for Lu'er to bring sister happiness?"

Gradually, our model girl became quite adept at her work. She really liked Xue Meng.

This beautiful young woman in her early twenties was as gentle and reliable as a mature woman. Despite possessing an enviable, hot

figure, she exuded a pure and lively charm like a young girl. " If I were a boy, I'd like her too, right?" Lin Shuang thought bitterly,

looking at the familiar figure with Xue Meng's slender waist . 　　That figure was the boss, the man who had bullied her that day. Xue Meng nestled obediently in his arms, got into the car, and smiled goodbye to Lin Shuang. The car drove away, and Lin Shuang stood blankly at the door. Xue Meng was always so mysterious; this time, it would probably be a long time before she saw her again. 　　Lin Shuang's mind flashed back to Xue Meng's beautiful face, slightly tired, every time she returned. 　　Even in summer, she wore long spring/autumn clothes, and would groan in pain if accidentally bumped. 　　So, when Xue Meng left again, the girl, unable to resist her curiosity any longer, ran to ask the boss. He told her that her Xue Meng was going to a performance that night and tossed her a slip of paper . 　　"But you'd better not go," the boss advised like an older brother, ruffling the girl's hair. 　　Lin Shuang was filled with suspicion, sensing something was about to happen, but after work, she still took a taxi and went. 　　Lin Shuang really should have listened to her instincts, because curiosity can kill not only a cat, but also the soul of a pure young girl. 　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　******** 　　The taxi led the girl through a maze of twists and turns, finally stopping at the entrance of a small alley. Lin Shuang got out and walked into the alley. It was deserted, the mottled walls looking somewhat desolate in the setting sun. The girl walked slowly, the alley gradually swallowing her long shadow. Lin Shuang was stopped by the uncle at the door of the wooden sign that read "d2," but seeing her work ID still around her neck, he opened the door and let her in. 　　Lin Shuang walked in, down the corridor, her face full of surprise, finding it hard to believe that such a quiet alley could have such a lively place. The hall was filled with the noise of men and women. The men were all wearing black suits and masks, while the girls, some slender and some curvaceous, were all rare beauties. Some stood gracefully to one side in evening gowns, others posed provocatively in shorts and tank tops, and still others sat naked, oblivious to their surroundings, on dildos, rising and falling while emitting moans that made Lin Shuang feel utterly ashamed. Lin Shuang, her face flushed and her heart pounding, weaved through the crowd, bumping into people every now and then and bowing her head in alarm to apologize. She hurriedly squeezed into a corner, only to find a girl with her legs wide open, stuffing her stockings and panties into her vagina. 　　Just as the girl was at a loss, the lights in the hall gradually dimmed, the crowd stopped making noise, and the men and women took their seats. Lin Shuang breathed a sigh of relief, found a chair in the back row, and carefully sat down after looking around. The curtain on the stage rose, and bright lights shone down from the ceiling, revealing a girl crawling out of the shadows. 　　The girl crawled on all fours, not fast, but with exceptionally graceful movements. Her delicate breasts trembled slightly with each movement, her shoulders arched, revealing slender, exquisitely shaped shoulder blades. The curve of her back formed a smooth valley at her slender waist , then surged upwards from her round, pert buttocks, her hips swaying seductively from side to side as she crawled, a short, emerald-green tail swaying gently behind her. Seeing the girl 's smiling face, Lin Shuang gasped in surprise—this elegant yet wanton girl was none other than her sister, Xue Meng! 　　Xue Meng wore a collar around her neck, the chain held by the man behind her. The man raised his whip and lashed it across the girl 's buttocks, leaving a bright red welt on her fair skin: "Stop being so horny, you bitch! Everyone's been waiting for so long." 　　The girl smiled obediently, her head slightly lowered, squatting on the ground like a puppy. She gently swayed her buttocks and moaned, letting the tail protruding from her vagina rub against the ground. The girl's anus slowly opened , and a tennis ball slowly fell out. Before the audience could be disappointed, another tennis ball popped out. Then a third, a fourth... To the audience's astonishment, the girl expelled a total of ten tennis balls; no one knew how her flat stomach could hold so many.

The surface of the tennis ball was sticky, stained with a lot of the fluid from the girl's rectum. She picked up a tennis ball and gently

licked the sticky fluid, her big eyes curving up seductively: "These little guys have been staying with me for three days!

I haven't eaten anything the whole time." She smiled at the man behind her, "Master is so naughty, these hairy

things make this little bitch feel so painful and itchy... Master is so good at bullying girls..."

Her words were a complaint, but her face smiled sweetly and gently like a pampered girl. "The

next program is what this little bitch came up with herself, you know, it'll be more effective if you use more force there!"

Little bitch... what a shameful term. Lin Shuang's face turned bright red, thinking about the unbearable pain and itchiness of the tennis ball inside her body

, as if she, like Sister Xue Meng, was enduring humiliation and pain to please those stinky men.

Was Sister Xue Meng, who spoke so gently to me, enduring this feeling all along?

She felt her body getting hot, wanting to play with those shameful places. Her mind hesitated,

but her little hands had already pinched her nipples.

On stage, Xue Meng lay prone on the ground with her legs slightly bent, her arms supporting her body, in a starting position,

her rear end facing the man. The man nodded knowingly, put on gloves, and grasped

the . The audience in the front row could see the girl's abdomen rising and falling slightly, clearly trying to tighten

her flesh.

The girl seemed to be waiting for something, breathing slightly, her eyes full of excitement. The man picked up the whip and

lashed the girl's rear end hard again. The girl's face instantly brightened, her hands behind her back, and she

leaped forward with all her might. She screamed loudly as she flew through the air, causing the man behind her to seem

unsteady on his feet, before crashing heavily to the ground. Only then did the audience notice that the man was holding a blood-

soaked pineapple! This horrible fruit was almost half the thickness of the girl's waist, causing her

to scream , her hands always behind her back, making no attempt to soothe her pain.

Even under torture, the girl still remembered to show off her "achievements," struggling and spreading her legs to display

her bleeding, gaping wound. Gradually, the girl stopped rolling and screaming, lying quietly on the ground trembling. Suddenly,

she cried out again, her spasms intensifying, and a stream of

clear fluid gushed from her still-bleeding orifice. The girl had climaxed. In her climax, her face flushed, she smiled, her tear-streaked, sweat-drenched

face so alluring. Xue Meng's act of letting pain ravage her body had finally paid off.

The man shook his head and smiled almost imperceptibly, then kicked the girl on the ground. Xue Meng quickly stretched her body,

causing her lower abdomen to slam more violently against the man's boot, and the girl, struck hard, fell to the ground again.

The girl's most endearing feature was now marred into a gaping wound. The dual torture of mind and body made

Lin Shuang tremble uncontrollably, even as she breathed.

"Good job, I've decided to give you a reward today," the man said, nodding. Then he lashed

the girl with the whip again. "Next game, my little bitch."

The girl, who had endured such cruel torture, stood up again with a smile. "Bitch, have you ever played fetch?"

the man asked.

Seeing the girl nod, the man continued, "But this time we're fetching whips. Do you understand how

to do it? To make it easier for you, the whip will be longer." The man patted Xue Meng's cheek as he spoke. "

Don't disappoint me."

"Yes! The little bitch will pick up her master's whip properly!"

The man took out the whip, which was about the thickness of a little finger and three or four meters long. It seemed to be mixed with iron wire, making a rustling sound as it dragged on the ground

. Xue Meng stood at about the tip of the whip, staring intently at the man's hand. The man shook

the whip in his hand, then lashed it horizontally at the girl's waist. Xue Meng took a step back and jumped up, pointing her toes and kicking one leg

high in the air. This ballet-like movement caused the whip to lash the girl's genitals hard.

The girl cried out and grabbed her feet, slamming her genitals to the ground in a split position.

Lin Shuang, watching from below the stage, was stunned by Xue Meng's performance. On stage, Xue Meng, like the most stingy businesswoman,

meticulously calculated every detail to intensify her pain, subjecting her most tender parts to the cruel

whipping. Lin Shuang's panties were already soaked. She pulled them down to her feet, her small hands unconsciously reaching for her genitals.

Lin Shuang masturbated vigorously. At that moment, Xue Meng, who had just fallen to the ground, faced the barrage of whips and

lay down, spinning her long, beautiful legs like a gymnast, spreading them wide towards the sky,

her hands gripping her calves. And so, once more, the whip struck the tender petals and

the slightly exposed flesh between them, drawing a string of blood. Lin Shuang saw that the heavy blows had clearly torn and bleeding the girl's

lower body, her blood-stained thighs trembling, yet she still gazed tenderly at

the man , repeatedly using the most delicate parts of her body to catch the tip of the whip. As if possessed, Lin Shuang unbuckled her belt and

began whipping her own genitals in sync with Xue Meng's dance on stage. The girl used very little force, yet the belt still caused her

to gasp in pain. This pain and humiliation only made her lower body wetter.

Lin Shuang had forgotten the audience around her; it was as if the whole world had shrunk to only herself and the girl on stage.

She propped her legs up on the armrests of the chair, her eyes fixed on the stage, her hand never ceasing its whipping. When Xue

Meng turned sideways, rose on her tiptoes, and elegantly raised her hands together above her head, allowing the whip tip to land precisely on her areola

, Lin Shuang in the chair climaxed. Overwhelmed by pleasure, the girl instinctively lashed out,

only to instantly overwhelmed by pain. Lin Shuang screamed in agony,

collapsing limply from her chair to the floor.

On stage, Xue Meng, still chasing the whip, was far more alluring, and no one noticed Lin Shuang's soft

moans . Lin Shuang regained her senses and noticed her most delicate area was red, burning with pain, and

slightly swollen. The girl looked at her untouched area with pity and gently soothed it with her hand.

The girl's hand was delicate and smooth, yet the stimulation still made the girl grimace, withdrawing her hand as if electrocuted

.

Lin Shuang looked towards the stage; Xue Meng was still gracefully and energetically performing her cruel dance. The whip's

frequency was slow, giving the girl ample time to make her movements fluid and beautiful. The game had been going on for ten minutes.

Within minutes, the girl's vulva, breasts, abdomen, and inner thighs were covered with purple and red welts from the whip. Xue Meng's

full chest heaved, whether from the strenuous exercise or the pain in her sensitive areas, it was hard to tell. The girl chased after

the whip, gradually reaching a dangling rope. The whip suddenly stopped, and the girl smiled knowingly at the man,

tied a knot in the rope at her height, and then, slightly tiptoed, stuck her head inside.

The rope loosely looped around the girl's neck, and she looked adoringly at

the man who approached with a new whip. The whip was thinner than the previous one, only about a meter long, but it didn't droop limply;

instead curved slightly like a willow branch in a terrifying arc. When the man returned to her side, Xue Meng smiled brightly

, whispered something to him, then pulled her legs up, hanging herself on the rope.

Lin Shuang vaguely read from the girl's lips: "This little bitch will do anything."

The noose had tightened, and the girl felt herself suffocating, but she kept her knees bent

to avoid touching the ground, smiling sweetly at the man's face. Sensing the man's gaze, the suffocating Xue

Meng obediently raised her arm, and then the whip lashed out, striking the girl's armpit hard. Next, the girl

struggled raising her legs high, hugging her thighs and spreading her plump buttocks apart. The man nodded,

and the whip, whistling through the air, struck the girl's delicate center line. In mid-air, Xue Meng disregarded her

dwindling oxygen, struggling and contorting herself into various positions under the man's gaze, exposing the most vulnerable

parts of her body. When the man stopped looking at the already scarred sensitive areas, the girl seemed to understand

something . She stopped writhing, bent her legs again, and clutched her ankles with her small hands.

The whip fell indiscriminately on the girl's body; Xue Meng's face remained charming, but her entire body was covered

in whip marks. The rope began to descend slowly, Xue Meng's body getting closer and closer to the ground. When she felt her knees

touch the ground, the girl struggled again. Xue Meng gripped her ankles with her hands behind her back, her body gradually arching upwards.

Her battered body, ravaged by pain, exhaustion, and suffocation, seemed to be at its breaking point; her

cute abdominal muscles twitched, and the muscles in her slender arms trembled incessantly. Yet, the girl still

managed complete this contortionist move. She grabbed her ankles and pulled her legs behind her back, arching her body

into a loop, her hands firmly gripping her feet to her chest. Thus, the girl once again lifted herself off the ground,

continuing her self-inflicted torment.

Just as her abdomen was about to touch the ground, the descending rope finally stopped.

The noose had been around the girl's neck for several minutes; Xue Meng's pretty face gradually turned blue,

and her whole body convulsed uncontrollably. However, her small hands, their knuckles already white, remained tightly gripping her ankles

, keeping the girl in that perfect loop, preventing her from touching the ground. Lin Shuang could feel

life slowly slipping away from Xue Meng's body. She could end this bizarre and cruel hanging simply by lowering her legs,

yet she steadfastly remained suspended on the noose, enduring the man's whipping, letting the rope around her neck drain

every last bit of life from her. Xue Meng's large eyes had lost their luster. No one knew how the dying girl managed

to keep her movements perfectly still, keeping her abdomen, so close to the ground, suspended in

mid-air .

Xue Meng could see and hear nothing more; she smiled gently and closed her eyes. The man's whipping

continued , but Xue Meng was gradually losing sensation; she knew she was dying. No one knew

that the girl prepared to leave this world before each performance, enabling her to create such a perverse, insane

, and beautiful act.

"He... he's really going to hang me," the dying girl thought dazedly. "Then, I'll

give him the dead Xiao Meng. Xiao Meng was the most obedient... little slave girl." Her expression suddenly brightened; with her last

strength, she tightened her grip on her ankles, and then lost consciousness.

Lin Shuang's mind was a jumbled mess. She couldn't fathom what kind of willpower could drive such a frail girl to overcome

her survival instincts and slowly, cruelly, send herself into the arms of death. Watching Xue Meng, now calm

but still maintaining her delicate, rounded figure, Lin Shuang suddenly felt how beautiful the girl on stage was, and at the same time, she began to worry—

worry about this usually beautiful and kind older sister.

However, the man on stage was equally worried. The girl was his adopted child, always calling him "brother" since childhood

. When he was 20, he had a falling out with his family and decided to make a name for himself.

The girl, just turned 15, followed him, drifting and wandering alongside him. At that time, the man had no time to

care for the girl; instead, it was the girl who stayed by his side during his moments of despair and despair. That year, the man, having lost

a large sum of money , drank heavily. Returning to his lodgings, he staggered and frantically pushed the girl onto the bed. The girl didn't resist

or struggle; tears streaming down her face, she nestled her head against his still-not-so-full chest, obediently opening her legs. The man,

disregarding the girl's inexperienced body, ravaged her. Tears soaked the pillow, yet a satisfied

smile played on her lips as she twisted her slender waist in response to his brutal thrusts, enduring the pain.

The next day, the man awoke to bloodstains on the sheets. Looking at the still-sleeping

girl, her face streaked with tears, he covered his face and wept. He gently lifted her, placing her face against his chest, tenderly

stroking her head. The girl opened her eyes groggily, her small hand caressing the man's cheek: "I'd

do anything for you."

The girl became the man's assistant, gradually accustomed to using her body to appease his

desires. She felt defiled and refused to let him into her bed. The man treated

her , but the sensitive girl sensed his distance and distrust, though she said nothing. Gradually,

she learned to torment her own defiled body, allowing the man to punish her lust in cruel ways.

She knew his sadistic desires and was willing to endure those tortures. Even she herself couldn't distinguish whether

she was satisfying men's desires or using pain to wash away her inner guilt.

She was a wanton girl. Her body had been played with by many men, and she had been made to look so shameful.

Even painful torture could arouse her.

The man's business grew bigger and bigger, and he became a high-ranking figure. No one remembered the woman who had been by his side.

The beautiful assistant, because all those who had tasted her flavor had died mysteriously. The girl and man

were always lovers, yet the girl knew she had never truly entered the man's heart.

On stage, the man threw down his whip and cut the rope around the girl's neck. The girl's eyes were closed, she was no longer

breathing. The man touched the girl's hands, only to find them stiff, tightly gripping her ankles.

The man suddenly understood something, and his eyes behind his mask welled up with tears. He struggled to pry open the girl's hands,

lifted her up, and began to perform CPR. The man's lips trembled as he tasted the girl's petal-like lips,

feeding her breath after breath.

The audience was silent. After an unknown amount of time, the girl opened her eyes, saw the man's anxious gaze, and

her eyes suddenly lit up. Xue Meng knew the man had understood her heart. When she weakly rested her head against the man's chest

, the entire audience erupted in a tidal wave of applause and cheers. For the first time, the girl nestled her head against the man's chest and

smiled shyly.

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