[Those Fleeting Years] (1-13) Author: Lincoln. Chen

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Chapter 1 I'm Willing
"If I could, I'd like to go back to 1999. I was sixteen years old then..."
Lincoln and Bing sat in Bing's car, the atmosphere thick with memories.
Lincoln said to Bing, "If I could, I'd like to go back to 1999. I was sixteen years old then, and I thought that as long as I worked hard, the world would be mine.
Sigh..." Lincoln's sigh contained a lot of meaning , much
of which Bing couldn't understand. Perhaps only he himself knew the youthful arrogance of that time.
"I really liked your handwriting and the way you wrote so carefully. Back then, you were so outstanding, and I was so ordinary..."
Bing's head was slightly lowered until she heard Lincoln's giggling laughter.
She looked up, her curly hair swaying gently. She saw that he was also looking into her eyes. Silence reigned, only the
trembling of his breath passing through her nostrils. Those ten silent seconds felt like twenty years.
She waited for those trembling lips to offer warmth.
"That's life, we're not in control of our own destiny. We only live once, why should we suppress our desires and become
puppets of morality? I don't know if I'll regret it, but it goes against my previous values."
He hesitated for a moment, then shook his head and said, "Ha, humans are truly contradictory creatures. I'm leaving." Lin opened the car door
, about to leave with a helpless regret. He wanted her to stop him, but he was afraid.
Bing subconsciously grabbed Lin's left hand and blurted out, "Don't go." Lin didn't remember how much force Bing used
to pull him back; he only remembered his frantic heartbeat and the passionate kiss.
He touched Bing's private parts, biting her lips. Slowly melting her. Finally, when she moaned passionately,
Lin stopped. Bing was so excited she wanted to cry out, in that instant.
Bing opened her eyes and looked at Lin for no apparent reason. Lin's right hand firmly and decisively gripped her neck, controlling her
breathing. Gradually, she felt her eyes begin to fill with blood and tears, but she didn't resist. She just
looked at the person in front of her inexplicably, her hands resting uneasily on the large hand gripping her neck. Her long legs , clad in boots and tight-fitting black
trousers, trembled with excitement.
Her desire to submit awaited its baptism; she trusted Lin based on twenty years of understanding, their shared history
too vast to recount. He loosened his grip, took a breath, and immediately tightened it again. Lin looked at Bing, and Bing looked back, her eyes filled with pleading
.
"Be my slave," Bing finally received the command she longed for.
He released her grip, waiting for her answer. Due to oxygen deprivation and the control over her breathing, tears
welled in Bing's eyes, shimmering with a hungry desire, like the heat flowing from her lower body. A nod, a soft "Mmm," and
she surrendered herself to Lin.
She completely trusted him, enjoying the pleasure of being controlled. This pleasure stemmed from the uncontrollable fear of the unknown
and the thrill of shame. At the same time, she knew he was the ferryman who would take her to the other side of pleasure. This time, she chose
to be a believer in happiness.
Bing leaned against Lin, watching the sunset slip through the trees, emptying her mind, closing her eyes in bliss.
Long after Lin left, Bing drove home. They were both lovers, yet so lonely
.
Chapter Two: Bingling Qiuyan
. Bing's online name was Bingling Qiuyan. She was a stubborn and strong-willed woman who loved to swim like a wild goose across the autumn
sunset, proudly overlooking the earth, yet possessing the purity and cleverness of ice and snow.
They met when they were only thirteen, the age when Lin Daiyu entered the Grand View Garden.
Girls develop early, and that year she wore her hair in a high braid, thick and black.
She sat behind Lin, who was a good student at the time, while she seemed to be slow-witted and hadn't yet grasped the concepts.
Children often have conflicts, and one day after school she told Lin she was going to find someone to beat him up. Lin was terrified but pretended not
to care.
Afterwards, Lin would help her sometimes, but most of the time Bing was on dates with her boyfriend. Girls
mature early; at thirteen, Lin wasn't even as tall as her. She only occasionally paid attention to him, especially the way he wrote—his serious expression
and powerful, flowing handwriting.
In 1998, Lin went to a prestigious high school, while she stayed at a regular high school. After a class reunion, they learned each other's contact information
and started writing letters. There were no telephones back then. Lin enjoyed having someone of the opposite sex who was, in a way, an admirer.
Although he never thought about the future, he assumed she had so many boyfriends that he wouldn't stand a chance, or that
a better, more devoted woman would be waiting for him. He kept moving forward.
Sometimes they would spend time together, helping each other with homework and studies. She felt his body had grown stronger and more robust;
every time they hugged, it was a strength she could rely on, a strength that was warm and
comforting to her.
She never told Lin any of this, just as he did.
Lin later told her that when he hugged her, he felt a soft happiness. But it was an innocent age. They
hadn't become anyone's anything. They each had their own lovers or people they liked. The music at that time was "You
Are the Most Beautiful in My Heart"... the voice of Yu Quan. Like the brilliant transition from spring to summer.
In high school, Bing was sexually assaulted by a tutor during a private lesson. Although she had some feelings for the tutor,
her first time was still excruciatingly painful. Lin never knew any of this.
At the beginning of the century, Lin was admitted to Xinjiang University, the only place where he could obtain a first-tier university degree with his score
. Bing attended a local vocational college. She was hardworking and never lacked boyfriends; her clever and alluring
eyes and full lips always attracted attention.
One summer, Lin contacted her. At that time, Lin was very lonely. Going to university in another city had caused him to lose some important
people. Bing stayed with him one night, and he fell asleep like a child, kissing her nipples, nestled in her arms
.
Bing really liked this boy. But she also had so much in her past. "Change your perspective,"
she often consoled herself, "this experience isn't bad."
Once, Bing saw Lin off at the train station, wearing a white floral dress, looking incredibly elegant.
This image of hers was deeply etched in their youthful memories, impossible to erase
, and every time they thought of it, a smile would appear on their lips. Yes, youth is wonderful.
For a long time after the train departed, Lin felt as if all the beauty had been taken away. He was very...
Sad. They rarely contacted each other after that.
By then, they had each other's QQ contact information, and when bored, they would tease each other to release their
abundant but useless bodily fluids. Until Lin also had a girlfriend and could have a purely platonic relationship,
they rarely contacted each other anymore.
"How did you two make love?" she asked Lin much later, after giving him oral sex. "Back then,
I was young and had good stamina; I could do it four or five times a night without any real skill," Lin said thoughtfully, stroking her hair. His
fluids were licked clean in Bing's mouth, and she gave him a wicked smile. Bing liked to suck on Lin's testicles and
stroke his anus, occasionally slowly kissing his inner thighs. Lin always made
satisfied "mmm" sounds from her service.
Chapter Three: Her Husband
Bing's marital path was also quite bumpy. With a college diploma in the capital and a rural background, even with some
beauty, she was burdened by a reputation for promiscuity. She was almost thirty when she married a
fat man from a nearby town through an introduction.
The two of them standing together looked like a comical elephant and a giraffe. This fat man was named Fu Wei; apparently,
there are quite a few fat men named Wei. He appeared honest but was actually quite cunning, lacking any independent thought and mostly following his mother's advice
.
Even though her in-laws lived in a small town, they still looked down on Bing, which infuriated her.
The relationship between mother-in-law and daughter-in-law was very bad, especially since she hadn't conceived in years. Her mother-in-law never gave her a kind look.
That night, after Fu Wei took a shower, looking at Bing's fair skin in her red pajamas, his erection involuntarily
rose. He stroked it a few times to show his wife, "Wife, look, it can't take it anymore! Come on,
let's do some exercise."
"Don't mess around, I'm looking at stocks!" "Hey, wait a minute, don't touch me, I'll do it myself!"
The two engaged in some passionate lovemaking, and Bing's pretty face was just beginning to flush. She only felt her obese husband shudder
. "Oh...oh...oh..." The rapidly swelling mushroom inside her collapsed even faster. At this
moment, Bing would always wildly sway her beautiful buttocks, seeking those last few seconds of stimulation. Until Fu Wei held her tightly, she knew
he couldn't perform tonight.
Bing rarely achieved orgasm, compared to her previous boyfriends. Fu Wei was indeed inferior;
he was fat and his penis was small. Being pressed down by him would kill all sensation. In comparison, she preferred to satisfy herself by reading on her own. Whether
after Fu Wei fell asleep or in the bathroom, Bing could always find a suitable opportunity to comfort
herself with her nimble, slender fingers.
Bing had a lot of pubic hair, which used to bother her. However, she had developed the habit of trimming her pubic hair since college
. Now, she was quite satisfied with both the shape and the thickness of it. She liked to
trim her breasts while bathing, and after trimming, she would caress the source of her pleasure with her fingers, especially the flat areas along the sides of her breasts
. Going straight to the point would only yield meager pleasure; she knew that pleasure needed to accumulate gradually before
reaching its explosive peak.
Her left index and middle fingers rubbed back and forth on both sides, while her right hand imagined a pure black ideal lover caressing
her, tracing her forehead and cheeks, kneading her neck, rubbing her shoulders, brushing her breasts, teasing her armpits, stroking her breasts, massaging the base of her nipples, the areola, and the cleavage.
Her long-nailed middle finger caressed the deep grooves of her beautiful, perfectly curved back, and pleasure flowed along those grooves
all the way to her most mysterious place. Finally, her five fingers pushed and squeezed around her breasts, and she unconsciously let out a passionate moan.
She closed her eyes, imagining that resolute black hand climbing onto her not-so-large but still quite firm breasts, the small,
dark nipples standing erect like little chimneys. That hand, with its index finger and thumb, twisted her left nipple,
beginning to mercilessly ravage it. Every time this happened, her left hand, which was masturbating, would quicken its pace, tending to her
vulva.
One finger would be inserted, gradually increasing to three; the thumb would rub her clitoris, the little finger occasionally caressing
her perineum. The remaining three fingers were all absorbed into the warm harbor. In the heat of the moment, the left hand would always switch
to the right, preparing for the coming storm.
In and out, churning and churning, Bing finally climaxed. She bit her left hand, which was covered in bodily fluids, emitting a soft,
pleasurable melody, while her right hand comforted her contracting, trembling vulva.
Fu Wei rarely understood these things about women, like a child who never grew up. Never leaving his mother's care
, a selfish, fat bastard—this was Bing's later summary and critique of Fu Wei.
Bing worked in finance at a research institute, while Fu Wei worked in sales at a state-owned enterprise. Fu Wei had little pressure; the state-owned
enterprise was on its last legs, waiting to be bought out or restructured.
Most of the time, Fu Wei listened to Bing, but when his mother's opinions were involved, he completely sided
with her and listened unconditionally. When Bing kissed him, she always felt like she was breastfeeding a child.
They rented a place near Fu Wei's house, a place his mother had found for them. It was also
within his mother's sphere of influence.
They lived together like this for three years, and Bing, living cautiously within her mother-in-law's sphere of influence, became increasingly comfortable.
Chapter Four: The First Time.
Bing Yan's real name was Ling, a very simple 0. In her room, she played with the identity ring Lin had given her.
It was a pure black ring, with the white "m5" markings being the most prominent, the "5" written in smaller characters as a subscript. On the left
and right sides were some strange characters, like Arabic script, very short, the color of gold, the characters embedded
, the surface very smooth. She held it in her hand, slipped it onto her index finger, and moved her fingers left and right, finding it quite beautiful.
She smiled mysteriously at herself in the mirror.
Lin had asked her to wear this ring on her right hand when she was ready to see him. At that time, he would tell her some
rules regarding their relationship.
In early February, when the capital was at its coldest, Bing received an invitation from Lin. It was a mysterious
email on pure black paper, written in enigmatic Arabic script. The brief instruction read: "S0:
Saturday, July 26th, 1 PM, Rafael Castle Hotel, Building A, Room 318. Wear a long dress and high heels.
Remember to bring your ring.
Lin."
Bing read the email and found it had vanished automatically. She even thought she was hallucinating. But she immediately
realized it was real. However, she quickly began to feel disappointed, because it was only before March, and there was still a whole month...
Five months. This made her very anxious, but it didn't stop her from writing the promise in her phone calendar.
Many times, Bing wanted to contact Lincoln, but found that neither text messages nor phone calls went unanswered.
She couldn't find any other ***** through friends either. Ever since he returned from Xinjiang, he had been shrouded in mystery, a feeling she also sensed.
Waiting was wonderful, but also cruel. At first, Bing began to recall all the things they had done together, from childhood
sweethearts to first love, and then to being separated and starting their own families.
In the days that followed, she began to recall those dramatic meetings. She had personally agreed to be Lin's slave. To heed
the call of desire. That image kept replaying in her mind, and each time her lower body was soaking wet
. When no one was around, she always imagined Lin's strong fingers pressing against her neck, the sexual pleasure from suffocation making
her fingers involuntarily slide towards her vulva, the boundary between her underwear and skin, constantly "thrusting" towards the peak of desire. The rest of her time was spent 　　meticulously
observing her figure, clothes, makeup, underwear, and even the hair and color of her genitals. Only when she stood before the mirror, hands 　　on her hips, gently swaying her buttocks, and saw her flawless white body, firm breasts, clean genitals, and pretty 　　face, did a satisfied smile appear on her face. 　　Yes, like a girl in her first love, she wanted to show her best self to the 　　one she truly loved. 　　With a month left, she began to fantasize about their first time, wondering how Lin would treat her. 　　Would he do something lewd? Would he tie her up and whip her genitals? Or would he blindfold her 　　and use ice or sharp metal to sting her nerves? Would he make her go out and expose herself to humiliation? Or 　　would he arrange for others to gang rape her? All these imaginings stirred her emotions every night, even 　　during her routine acts with Fu Wei. 　　Imagination was the best aphrodisiac; the ice on Fu Wei was like a rider, urging him onward. With her eyes closed, she felt as if her 　　hands, kneading her breasts, belonged to Lin. He was decisive, resolute, and controlled her completely. 　　She was Lin's little rabbit, his beautiful slave. She would do everything Lin asked of her; she knew she would. 　　The day finally arrived. It was a Saturday, and the weather was overcast and rainy. She told her husband she was going to visit 　　a client from out of town, and drove her red Jiangnan Heyue to the Raffi Castle Hotel. 　　It was a high-class hotel on the banks of the Wenyu River. Bing looked at the green lawn in the center, 　　surrounded by a semi-circle of white Roman columns, a magnificent and towering European-style castle building. 　　Bing was filled with suspicion. She knew Lin's family background, and his current software job was not enough to 　　support the expenses here. 　　She felt like she was in a dream, her feet treading on cotton. She pushed open the wooden door, which was more than three meters high and twenty centimeters high, 　　accompanied by the creaking sound of wood rubbing together. The lobby waitress bowed respectfully to welcome her. Her pure black 　　Puma high-heeled sandals slid across the soft carpet, leading her to room 318. She reached out and knocked, 　　only to find the door open. Hesitating for a second, she curiously stepped inside. 　　The lights were off, and the curtains were drawn. Just as she was about to look for the light switch, the door was quickly 　　locked behind her. Before she could turn around, a strong arm encircled her tightly. "Ah!" 　　she screamed in fright, then the man shushed her in the ear. She knew it was Lin; her 　　heart was pounding. 　　Lin was naked, his strong body and iron-like arms encircling her, his lower body like a baseball bat pressing against 　　her buttocks and back. There were no words, no perverse discipline. 　　Lin stripped her clothes off, enjoying her body like a true lover, kissing every sensitive 　　spot, and inserting his hard, thick penis when she needed it most. "It's so big!" Bing almost cried out 　　; it seemed as if some protrusions were stimulating her flesh walls, accompanying Lin's repeated conquests and slaughter. Bing 　　reached an unprecedented climax, her nails digging deep into Lin's back skin. 　　Before Bing's trembling body had calmed down, Lin continued his journey. In the pitch-black room, her strong 　　lover made her forget time and space, allowing Lin to take whatever he wanted. Finally, Bing, exhausted, begged Lin to ejaculate 　　. He ejaculated on her flat abdomen. She didn't even have time to wash before falling into a deep sleep. 　　Character setting: A descendant of Lincoln Lin, born in Xinjiang in 1983, invited to join the mysterious organization Caliphate Level One Musa, 　　180cm tall, 70kg. He was weak in his youth, but became very robust after returning from Xinjiang. 　　Bingyan, born in 1982, 165cm tall, an accountant at a state-owned enterprise (her character design is based on Yui Hatano; she 　　looks even more like her after breast augmentation) 　　. Fu Wei, born in 1980, 185cm tall, 100kg, a sales representative at Hongye Steel Plant. Bingyan's husband. 　　Ji Hong: Accounting supervisor, Bingyan's direct superior, born November 18, 1976 　　(her character design is based on Yuna Shiina), 158cm tall, measurements B88W58H85, weight 87kg. Beautiful 　　, but with a fiery temper, Bingyan is often scolded. 　　Chapter Five: Formal Initiation into the Cult 　　When Bingyan woke up, it was already getting dark, but the room was brightly lit. "Go wash up first!" Lin 　　Ken sat on the lounge chair by the bed, dressed neatly in a suit and tie. He was wearing overalls and had his legs crossed, 　　looking at her gently. Bingyan blushed a little, wondering how long he had been staring at her while she was naked. 　　She got up, tossed her hair, and went to the bathroom to shower. 　　The warm water gradually restored her strength, her complexion rosy and her eyes bright. She sucked on her finger, recalling the 　　wonderful experience, which made her a little excited again. After tidying herself up, she bit her lip, wrapped a long towel around her neck, placed 　　her hands behind her back, and nervously turned the black gold ring on her right hand. Smiling, she walked to Lin. 　　"Let me see," Lin said, extending his palm upwards. 　　Bing handed her right hand to Lin, who admired the black ring on her slender hand, a satisfied 　　smile appearing on his lips. "Very good," Lin said, looking into Bing's eyes. "When I was in Xinjiang, I joined a church. 　　Now you belong to me, and I hope you will join this church too." "What kind of church?" Bing asked, very 　　curious. "It's an Islamic church. You don't need to know the specifics, but there are a few rules you must follow."

"Just abide by it," Lin stood up, his left hand lifting
the hair of this beautiful woman he knew so well yet was getting his hands on for the first time, speaking firmly, leaving no room for Bingyan to object.
He pulled off the towel covering Bingyan with his right hand, and Bingyan, her eyes full of laughter, said, "You're so annoying!" "Kneel down!"
Bingyan felt the pressure of the hand on her shoulder, pouting as she obediently knelt before Lin Lin.
Lin handed her an iPad, on which ran a program: Initiation Oath Number M00121
Initiator Bingyan, followed by the terms. "If you think you can abide by all of these, then read the oath aloud.
If you don't, then give me back my ring and get out of here."
Bingyan quickly glanced through it; there were only five clauses, all principles. And with
Lin Lin, like family, present, she confidently read the oath. "
My name is Bingyan, and I voluntarily join the Donglin Church, believing that 'There is no god but God, and Muhammad is
the messenger of Allah.'" And shall abide by the following rules for life: 1. Obey the laws of this country and not disrupt the happiness of members' families.
Be united, help each other, and obey.
2. Members belong to the church in body and mind. Without permission, they shall not join other churches or groups, disclose
any information of this church to third parties, or have sexual relations with others without permission.
3. The identity rings are divided into S and M, each with six levels, 1 being the highest and 6 the lowest. S is the master, and M is the servant.
The orders of S or M members of a higher level must be obeyed unconditionally. In case of conflict of orders
, the highest-ranking S takes precedence.
4. When participating in activities with other members, or in other situations where required, the identity ring must be worn
, and members of higher status wearing rings must be obeyed unconditionally.
5. Fight for the freedom and democracy of the country for life.
After reciting the oath, the program automatically saved the recorded video as an attachment file in Bingyan's "file," which appeared as a
string of numbers: m00121. She also saw six other strings of numbers: m00119, m00120
, m00122, m00123, m00124, and m00125. With Lin's help
, Bingyan also had her fingerprints and a photo of her genitals collected.
Kneeling on the ground, Bingyan was very excited. A blush crept up her pretty face, her lips parted slightly, her breathing became rapid,
and her thighs trembled slightly.
"The male lead is called Musa, and the servant is called Wofa. For example, you can call me First-Class Musa, and I can call you Fifth-Class
Wofa. Do you understand?" "
Yes!"
*Slap* A sudden and unhesitating slap landed on her left cheek.
Bingyan froze instantly, and five red finger marks quickly appeared on her fair oval face. Tears
streamed down her face, making her look beautiful through the rain.
"Yes, Musa!"
Ice, tears welling in her eyes, looked up at Lin's eyes. She knew how powerful her master was.
After a few deep, convulsive breaths, she choked out, "Yes, Musa."
"Good, I have a reward for you." Lincoln ran a finger from behind her ear across Ice's jawline, moving upwards, while his
bulging lower body thrust forward.
Ice immediately understood, pressing her face to her chest and taking a deep breath, her whole body trembling. The stimulation of that masculine scent, combined with
the recent physical satisfaction, made her extremely excited. Her hands trembled as she quickly unbuckled her belt, unbuttoned
her pants and underwear.
"Ah!" A large snake sprang in front of her. Ice stared, somewhat stunned. 'So big!' She quickly
recalled the sizes of the men she had slept with. The conclusion was that the snake in front of her was the largest, probably fifteen
centimeters long, with a mushroom head the size of an egg. Unlike others, the giant snake had five bulges on its back, like
vicious spiked clubs. Its genitals were smooth and hairless, and its flat lower abdomen had two tattoos, both unknown black
Arabic scripts—beautiful scripts and beautiful V-lines…
Bing held Lincoln's abdomen with her right hand, cupped his penis with her left, and began to give him oral sex. Bing
was quite experienced, but the giant snake only went in halfway. She gradually increased the speed of her head movements, and with the addition of her hand movements,
the giant snake in her hand became harder and harder, and Lincoln also let out sounds of pleasure.
"Put your hands behind your back and cross them," Lincoln demanded.
Seeing Bing obediently do as he asked, Lincoln was very satisfied. He swayed his body, his left hand holding Bing
's head, and with each thrust, the giant mushroom went all the way down to her throat. Bing gagged repeatedly, tears, snot, and saliva
uncontrollably gushing out from the prolonged deep throat state.
Just as Lincoln was about to ejaculate, he pulled out the large snake, leaving a trail of viscous fluid. Bingyan opened her mouth wide, sticking out
her long tongue, her eyes closed, waiting for the sweet rain. However, Lincoln ejaculated near Bingyan's beautiful eyes.
"Ah!" Bingyan trembled all over. The hot semen stimulated her senses, and humiliation was the best
fuel for her.
When Bingyan finished washing up and dressed, she returned to the house. Seeing a red heart-shaped metal
box on the table, she was very happy. "This is a gift for you. Bring it to me when you're ready!" Bingyan walked
over and opened the box. Inside the black velvet cloth lay three gleaming stainless steel metal objects,
each shaped like a teardrop, tapering to a cylinder about the thickness of a chopstick. Below the cylinder was a platform
inlaid with gemstones. The white, transparent objects had iridescent lasers inside, sparkling brightly. The smaller one was two fingers wide, and the larger one was three fingers wide.
There was also a black card inside with Lincoln's phone number on it. It was also written in Arabic script that she didn't recognize.
Bingyan knew what it was, but she still looked at Lincoln suspiciously. "This
…?"
"Analysis.
" "No!" Bingyan immediately said nervously. "Analysis,
you'll beg me for it when you know."
"I'll say it again, come find me here when you're ready. No masturbation in the meantime, understand?" Lincoln glanced
at Bingyan's beautiful, shapely buttocks as he spoke.
"Yes, Musa."
It was already 7 pm when they left the Rafis Castle Hotel. On the other side of the city, a
two-story red state-owned enterprise compound was deserted; the accounting supervisor's office door was locked. However,
the lights were on inside.
Chapter Six: Ji Hong's Mission
That afternoon at seven o'clock, Fu Wei had finished dinner. While browsing adult websites, a phone call came in.
He saw it was from his wife's workplace. "Hello! Honey, are you done with your business?" "
Is this Xiao Fu? Hello, this is Bingyan's supervisor. She drank too much with a client. Could you come pick her up
? You know the address, right?"
"I know, I'll take a taxi right away. Would you like me to look after her?"
Fu Wei changed out of his slippers and quickly went downstairs to hail a taxi to Bingyan's workplace. Bingyan's workplace was in Yangfang,
not far from their home in Shahe.
State-owned enterprises are usually quite large. After greeting the doorman, Old Li, Fu Wei went straight to the second floor of the office building. Upon reaching the second
floor, he saw Bingyan's supervisor, Ji Hong, waiting for him at the entrance. He immediately went over to greet her. Ji Hong was wearing a purplish-red
evening gown, with large wavy curls, a deep cleavage, and purplish-red resin glasses. The high-slit
dress made her look alluring and sexy.
Ji Hong, less than 1.6 meters tall, wore white stiletto heels with stiletto heels. Her voice trembled slightly, and
when she entered, she didn't even look Fu Wei in the eye. She led Fu Wei into her office and
locked the door behind him.
Fu Wei was about to ask Ji Hong where Bingyan was when he turned around and saw that Ji Hong had already taken off her evening dress,
the high-quality fabric around her beautiful high heels. "Oh dear? What's going on...?" Fu Wei quickly
turned around. He didn't know what was happening, his body trembling with nervousness and his heart pounding. He saw that Director Ji was completely naked
, without any underwear, her legs smooth and beautiful, her pubic area hairless, with lace circling her left thigh
, her breasts firm with two small, dark red nipples standing erect, and a silver necklace around her neck.
"Fu Wei, do you think I'm pretty?"
"You...you're very pretty. Put your clothes on, put your clothes on before you talk."
Fu Wei moved to the old-fashioned window, too nervous to turn around. He immediately heard
the sound of high heels tapping on the floor getting closer and closer, and he could even hear Ji Hong's passionate breathing. His whole body felt like it was on fire.
His lower body throbbed with rage.
Ji Hong hugged Fu Wei, her breasts pressing against his back. Summer clothes were thin, and Fu Wei
could clearly feel her hard nipples pressing against his back. Her hands slowly
moved across his chest and lower abdomen. Alone, a man and a woman, in the dead of night, the woman's offering was truly an act of 'let him do as he pleases'.
"Ah," Fu Wei wasn't a saint, how could he resist? Beauty was before him; he couldn't waste
his life.
He took Ji Hong's right hand, turned around, and placed her hand on his waist. Like a fat pig rooting for cabbage, he kissed
the beauty's fragrant lips, his right hand stroking her hair. The waves of fragrance made Fu Wei lose himself, making him feel like he was about to
explode with excitement. He wrapped his left arm around the woman's slender waist, pressing the beautiful woman against his body, kneading her with both hands. At that moment, he felt
all the pleasure of his existence.
As Fu Wei thrust back and forth against Ji Hong on the desk, he noticed a strange tattoo
near her V-line on her lower abdomen, pure black like Arabic script, incredibly sexy. He kneaded her large, plump
breasts, feeling a million times better than his wife's small breasts. Her breasts changed shape in various ways,
just as Fu Wei was about to ejaculate. "Ugh...no...no...I'm going to come...I'm going to come!" Fu Wei excitedly
twisted his fat face, "Ah, no...faster...fuck me harder...harder..." Ji Hong looked at
the green LED on the bookshelf not far away with a hint of resentment, accompanied by soft moans.
Fu Wei shuddered with his fat belly, ejaculating and trembling, shooting six times. Finally, he kept groaning and moaning
.
When Bing Yan returned home, it was already nine o'clock at night, and Fu Wei was not home. She felt a little lost, remembering
how good Fu Wei had been to her, and she really didn't know if what she was doing now was worth it. Fu Wei didn't come back before she fell asleep.
The next morning, she found a signed divorce agreement on the dining table.
Chapter Seven: Preparation
The female colleagues in the office, seeing that Bingyan's clothes had become increasingly beautiful and her face radiant, joked, "Is your
Fu Wei working really hard lately?" No one knew that she had actually divorced Fu Wei.
These were Musalin's basic requirements for her: she had to wear a skirt to work, except during her period, and she couldn't wear underwear. The anal
plug had to be worn at all times. Masturbation was not allowed unless permitted.
To carry out Musalin's orders, Bingyan began enemas to clean her anus, otherwise, very embarrassing
things would happen. Every morning, she had this mandatory task: the enema took about 20 minutes, repeatedly squeezing
water in and out five times, letting the water stay in her intestines a little longer, and it was better if the water was a little cool. This way, the fifth enema
would basically be clear water. After cleaning herself, she applied special anal lubricant to her buttocks and
evenly smeared it with her fingers before inserting it into her anus. The cool, lubricating, transparent liquid felt like a soothing balm to her burning desire.
She then took out the smallest, most beautiful stainless steel prosthetic, holding it in her hand, admiring its heavy,
solid metal texture and glossy silver finish. As she licked the thin stem at the back,
her legs trembled slightly.
The cool metal against her anus felt like a trembling concubine awaiting her arrival, filled with irresistible
pleasure. Bingyan bent over, one hand on the washbasin, the left hand pushing the anal plug slowly inside. She took a deep breath,
relaxing her buttocks. As her anus opened, the cool metal protruded into
her thirsty little hole. It was like a mark, deeply embedded between her thighs. Resolute and domineering, it possessed her like Lincoln's hand
, tormenting and itching her.
Every time she placed it in, her anus would start to leak. She pulled out a tissue, wiped the water, and
rushed to work without wearing underwear.
Walking past her colleagues in the office, with each sway of Bingyan's hips, that wicked little thing seemed to be
constantly itching her bottom, her lower body feeling cool against the air. Bingyan felt as if everyone knew her
little secret, making her breath quicken and her heart race. She quickly walked to her workstation, sat down, and thrust the anal plug
in as deep as it could. She bit the corner of her lower lip, squinted her eyes, and her legs trembled. "Hoo," she whimpered.
She shook her head, took a deep breath, calmed herself, and threw herself into her work.
When busy, she felt no discomfort, but once she idled, she could always feel its presence
. If she tightened her anal muscles, it would penetrate deeply and protrude, like masturbation. When aroused, Bingyan would move her buttocks back and forth
on the chair, rubbing her anus against her rear, letting the anal plug stir within her. She fantasized about being possessed by Lincoln in front of many people.
She had never felt such pleasure in her rear; no wonder he said she would beg him.
By the end of the day, her skirt and chair were always wet, but luckily Bingyan was experienced enough to wear a very floral skirt
. That way, no one could tell.
The first thing Bingyan did when she got home from work was to strip naked and rush into the bathroom to wash away the heat and extinguish her lust. But
desire is something that only intensifies with thought. Bingyan, with her buttocks raised, looked at the glittering gift inside her
anus, emitting a seductive, lewd glow. She stroked her burning skin with both hands, suddenly remembering Lincoln
's order forbidding her from masturbating. She bit her lip, lowered the water temperature, quickly washed and dried herself, and returned to her bedroom.
Bingyan's workplace had a cafeteria, so she didn't need to cook at home. Lying in bed, she wanted to
comfort herself, her hand on her lower abdomen slowly moving downwards. Suddenly, her phone rang with a text message from Lincoln:
"Level 5 Wofa Bingyan: During special training, masturbation is prohibited without Musa's orders, otherwise you will be punished."
"Huh?? How did he know I was…? Did they install a camera in my house? That annoying guy!"
Poor Bingyan could only watch TV, browse the internet, and go to sleep.
And so, after a month of consistent morning cleaning and wearing the largest anal plug, it was finally inserted
into her buttocks.
Bingyan herself couldn't believe that this half-pound, egg-sized stainless steel bullet could actually fit
inside her anus, providing the same dangling sensation whether she was walking or sitting
. After a month without sex, Bingyan felt like she was going crazy. She was practically
burning with lust at the sight of a man's genitals. Perhaps it was the elimination of constipation, but Bingyan's skin had also
improved considerably.
It was Friday night again, and Bingyan texted Lincoln, "I'm ready."
She quickly received a reply: "You'll receive a package tomorrow morning. Get ready and wait for me." What could it be?
How would Lincoln and Musa humiliate her? She couldn't sleep well that night, filled with doubt and unease
.
Finally, morning arrived. Sunlight streamed into the bedroom through the curtains.
After washing up, she did her usual enema, inserted the largest plug, ate breakfast, and opened the door to find a package-like cardboard box at the doorway
. She quickly knelt down and carried the box inside, her face burning. While opening the box, she felt
almost wet down there.
Inside was a strange black strap about a meter long, a black blindfold, a pair of handcuffs without a key
, a sticker, and a black card. The card read:
Bingyan: Clean your back door as before, and stuff the gift I gave you inside. After eating, put the restraints
on the back of your thighs, and secure the middle of the restraints behind your neck. Put on the blindfold and rest your hands on the bed
railing. Remember not to lock the door.
Your Musalin.
"How embarrassing, this sticker didn't even say what it was for, that wretched Lincoln." It was a transparent sticker
with a pattern made of transparent colored particles, about half the size of a palm.
Bingyan prepared herself according to Lincoln's instructions, put away the blankets and drew the curtains. She lay down on the bed, adjusted
the thigh slings, put on the blindfold, handcuffed her right hand in the dark, then put both hands through the bed railing above her head, and then
handcuffed her left hand.
Bingyan could imagine how lewd she was right now. In an ordinary bedroom, a tall
, naked woman lay sprawled, her legs spread wide by leg-spreading restraints, exposing her vulva and anus.
A stainless steel anal plug with rhinestones was inserted into her anus. The beautiful woman was blindfolded, her hands cuffed to the bed railing above her head. Anyone who
saw this scene would pounce on her and fuck her to death.
"Ugh!" Bingyan thought excitedly, her mouth agape, waiting, twisting her body, feeling her nipples
hard as if they were about to burst. Yes, imagination is the best aphrodisiac. After a month of abstinence, Bingyan was waiting for her master
, her lover, her Musa, to love her. Her thighs parted and closed, her breasts rose and fell, slowly moving from side to side,
slowly emitting moans from within. At this moment, she could see nothing, thought nothing, and was only immersed in one person
's lust.
She didn't know how much time had passed. The initial pleasure was slowly replaced by the swelling of her bladder. A long time passed again, then she
began to feel hungry and thirsty. A long time passed still, then the pain in her bladder replaced all sensation. She swayed her thighs from side to
side, but to no avail. She felt she was about to lose control of her bladder, and that she might still be in this state when someone discovered her. Fear and
helplessness made her start to sob. She didn't know how much time had passed again, but she cried herself to exhaustion. She realized that it was
best not to move at all. Even the slightest movement or a press on her lower abdomen would cause her to immediately ejaculate
. So she quietly maintained her spread-legs position as much as possible.
Character Setting: Lin Linlin's descendant, born in 1983 in Xinjiang, invited to join the mysterious organization, Caliph-level Musa,
height 180cm, weight 70kg. She was weak in her youth, but became very robust after returning from Xinjiang. Bingyan, born in 1982, height 165cm, an accountant at a state-owned enterprise (her image 　　is more similar to
Yui Hatano after breast augmentation 　　). 　　Fu Wei, born in 1980, height 185cm, weight 100kg, salesman at Hongye Steel Plant. Bingyan's husband. 　　Ji Hong: Accounting Supervisor, Bingyan's direct superior, born November 18, 1976 　　(based on Shiina Yuna), height 158cm, measurements B88W58H85, weight 87kg. Beautiful 　　, but with a fiery temper, Bingyan is often reprimanded. 　　Chapter Eight: The Mark. Wearing such a metal ring on her body, she'll never be able to change it for the rest of her life… 　　… 　　Her entire body is under high tension; even the slightest pressure will cause Bingyan's already near-collapsed bladder 　　to empty instantly. Thus, her senses are exceptionally sharp, even though the black blindfold has robbed her of her vision.

After an unknown amount of time, there was finally a sound at the door. It was two people's footsteps, two people. Bingyan's
throat tightened. 'What if it weren't for Lincoln? What if he brought other men to see me like this
?' But she was helpless and could only be at his mercy.
It was a steady gait and a light gait in high heels. The sounds came one after the other, the light gait
in front as if opening the door. The heavy gait followed slowly, entering and closing the door into the bedroom.
"Hmm! Very good, very good, what do you think, teacher?"
"Very beautiful, very obedient, it's just that she has too much hair, and her breasts are a little small." A
woman with a hard voice replied.
"Yes, take it slow. She's a level five slave now, you have to train her well." Lincoln's words were
teasing, and the woman called teacher said coquettishly, "Of course, we are all your loyal
servants, Musa, you can entrust her to me."
"Okay, then let's see how you train her today."
"As you wish." The woman was respectful.
Bingyan listened to their conversation from the bed, feeling utterly ashamed. She knew this woman was about to
do something wicked to her.
This woman, named Lü Nan, was 175cm tall, wearing high heels, even taller than Lincoln, with a healthy
tan. She had a stunning figure, with a prominent bust and buttocks, and today she wore a revealing, tight-fitting striped
white shirt, a grey pencil skirt, and single-color patent leather shoes with low heels. A slender watch adorned her left wrist.
This outfit was exactly the same as when she taught Chinese class, so even after many years, despite being his
servant, Lincoln still addressed her respectfully as "teacher." On her left index finger was a black ring with the symbol
"S5."
Lü Nan noticed Bingyan's unease as she was naked, blindfolded, and handcuffed. So, she gently comforted Bingyan, saying,
"Don't be afraid, little sister. We are all Musa's servants. There's nothing to be ashamed of. Today, I'm going to serve you well,
haha!" Lü Nan emphasized the word "serve" and then lewdly laughed in a teasing tone.
Lu Nan took out a chamber pot-like object from her black suitcase. It was made of rubber and perfectly conformed to
a woman's lower body. Of course, she didn't actually use it; she intended to tease Bing Yan. Holding the pot in her left hand, she
gently pressed her right palm against Bing Yan's lower abdomen. Bing Yan had been handcuffed there for ten hours without urinating, and
her bladder was on the verge of bursting. This gentle press elicited a hysterical scream from Bing Yan: "Ah! Ah!
No! No! Untie me! Untie me! I can't take it anymore! I can't hold it in! Ahhhhh…"
Lu Nan remained unmoved, continuing gently yet firmly, "Call me Master. I'll do anything
to please me." "Lincoln! Lincoln! Help me! Help me! I can't hold it in anymore! Please, please!" Bing Yan struggled
for a while, but Lincoln showed no intention of intervening, so she could only resign herself to her fate. The
hand pressing on her stomach felt like it had seized her soul. She could only surrender. "Okay, ah!" Master, Master, I'll obey you
, please do anything to please you, please let me go!!! "Come out!"
Lu Nan pressed the vessel against Bingyan's genitals, watching Bingyan's face contort in pain. He pressed down firmly with his right hand 　　. 　　" 　　Ah
! 　　"
Ahh ... 　　"So cute," Lü Nan showed Lincoln the containers. "Wow, so many! Hehe." "You should comfort her 　　." 　　"Yes, Master Musa." 　　Lü Nan walked to the bed, took off all her clothes, climbed onto the bed, and knelt behind the man with his legs spread apart by the restraints, 　　like a male master about to penetrate her, sticking out his buttocks and making faces at Lincoln. 　　Lincoln was almost amused and immediately covered his mouth. He took out a Sony DV camera and turned on the recording function 　　. 　　Time ticked in the lens frame, and the two naked beauties on the bed stimulated Lincoln with every movement. Lincoln 　　silently moved around the bed with the camera. Lü Nan had an athlete's body, a devilish figure, 　　wheat-colored skin, and the kind of silicone breasts that Europeans have, firm but somewhat fake. As for Bing Yan, she was an ordinary office worker with tender skin and small breasts. Even with her hands 　　free, she would be powerless against 　　Lü Nan . The visual impact of the brown and white on the bed was quite powerful. 　　Lu Nan's right hand caressed Bing Yan's genitals, first teasing her gleaming anal plug, her fingers 　　stroking around it. She slowly removed the stainless steel toy, then forcefully reinserted it, causing Bing Yan to moan and writhe 　　. However, the leg restraints prevented her from fully submitting to Lu Nan's manipulation. She leaned down to kiss Bing Yan 　　's neck and the skin behind her ears, breathing in the burning desire, her left hand gently stroking from her armpit to her arm. A woman 　　understands a woman best; she knew all of Bing Yan's erogenous zones as well as she knew herself. She glanced seductively at 　　Lincoln holding the camera, recalling the times he had filmed her doing embarrassing things 　　. Looking at the camera, she felt her whole body ignite. 　　She kissed Bing Yan, feeling the heat of her genitals. Hearing her passionate moans, her two wide-open 　　legs seemed to want to tighten around her. 　　She licked the angles between Bingyan's neck and cheeks, kneading her small breasts with both hands, pinching her dark 　　nipples, occasionally slapping them, biting them with her teeth, and sucking on them. Bingyan hissed, 　　her whole body tensing in waves. Lü Nan pressed his thigh against her genitals, like a man's penis. 　　Bingyan had never been teased by a woman before, and she was completely defenseless in front of the experienced Lü Nan. She only had 　　the strength to beg for mercy. 　　"Ah!! Ah..." Ah... Master, 　　give it to me , I can't take it anymore, hurry up and do it to me!" Bingyan twisted her waist as if she wanted to get more 　　pleasure 　　from Lü Nan's thighs .

"Stop! Teacher, get down." Lincoln's voice suddenly appeared beside her. Bingyan had almost forgotten Lincoln's
existence. "Ah!" What, Lincoln?
Lincoln, you're so kind, give it to me!
Give it to me, my master, my Musa, I want it, I want it... "
Lu Nan swayed her big buttocks, got off the bed, and looked at Lincoln lewdly. Lincoln gestured for her to sit on the round armchair by the window
and handed her the camera.
Bingyan twisted her body on the bed. Lincoln took out a leather whip from the suitcase he had brought. It was a
short black leather whip with many leather strips, with a large contact area so it wouldn't cause much damage to the skin.
"Bingyan, from now on I will call you Zero. As soon as I call you Zero, you must immediately realize your identity.
You forgot to bring your ring today. I'm going to punish you. I'm going to whip you, you know?"
Bingyan was terrified. Yes, she had forgotten to bring her identity ring. Lincoln was going to whip her. Oh my god,
would it tear her skin? She was most afraid of pain.
"When I punish you, you must count aloud, and say thank you afterward." Bingyan's lower abdomen
twitched.
"Snap!" "Ah!" The whip lashed across his lower abdomen, sometimes even
reaching the gem-encrusted anal plug, causing a burning pain and a tense, twisting body. Bingyan counted. It was as if she was competing with herself, "
I can do it, Lincoln, I will definitely satisfy you."
The whipping continued, the pain turning into numbness, and the numbness and pain brought pleasure—it was that bittersweet feeling
. Twenty lashes in total, looking at the snow-white skin, black pubic hair, and reddish marks, Lincoln was very satisfied.
"Done!"
"Oh!" Thank you, Musa.
Lincoln took off all his clothes, pulled out the extra-large anal plug weighing more than half a pound, and looked at the anus opening and closing
, always seeming a little unable to close completely. He sheathed his sword. "Mmm..." Bingyan was so satisfied she wanted to jump up;
she had been waiting for this moment all day. As he slowly fucked her, Lincoln gently opened Bingyan's blindfold and
unlocked the handcuffs.
Bingyan opened her eyes and the first thing she saw was Lincoln's satisfied smile. She immediately looked for the woman who had just teased her
. She quickly found her holding a camera and grinning mischievously at her. She immediately turned and hid under Lincoln. That
teacher Lincoln had mentioned was so beautiful! When would her breasts be like that? Lincoln
would definitely love it. She felt a hot, swollen sensation in her anus; each withdrawal felt like it was taking her soul
away. She knew all she had to do was relax.
Lincoln applied some more lubricant and continued to pluck at her anus. The woman's position, kneeling to receive Lin's nectar
, finally brought him sweetness. Lincoln held her buttocks and generously bestowed his love. Bingyan felt that warm current. Meanwhile,
Lü Nan and Bingyan were playing with Lincoln in the bathroom, the two slowly kissing. This was Bingyan's first kiss with a
woman. This woman was exceptionally beautiful, with large eyes, a stunning figure at 1.75 meters tall, and
clearly someone who worked out regularly. She was around 35 or 36 years old, with a very strong physique.
Unlike her submissive demeanor in Lincoln, when they were alone, she wore the identity ring, indicating to Bingyan that she was a Level 5 Musa, Bingyan
's master. Even without this relationship, Bingyan would willingly submit to her; she possessed an
aura that compelled submission.
Besides her impressive figure, Lü Nan's breasts were also at the level of Western adult film actresses, practically small watermelons.
Her genitals were completely hairless, with a glittering metal ring like a ring on her left labia. Bingyan
suddenly remembered that there was an identical metal ring in the box. "Will Lin put it on me later?
Will it hurt?"
Seeing Bingyan's dazed expression, Lü Nan teased her, "You have too much body hair. Should I trim it for you, or
should Lin trim it?"
"Huh? This needs trimming too? I trim it often, it's not that long, is it?"
"Look at me, to be like me, not a single hair should be left, that's what my master likes." Lü, speaking with a firm voice,
even blushed slightly when talking about her master.
Later, Bingyan learned that Lü Nan was Lincoln's high school homeroom teacher. Back then, she was
the dream girl of all the boys in Lincoln's class. Teacher Lü wasn't much older than them, and she had a great figure, especially large breasts. She wasn't as beautiful then as she is now
. After joining the church, the church arranged several minor cosmetic surgeries. Thus, her devilish figure was combined with an angelic
face. Lü Nan looked like a carbon copy of Zhou Weitong from 2013. The difference was that Zhou was more delicate, while Lü was a
more assertive, tomboyish woman.
"Then I'll trouble you to help me tidy up!" Bingyan said shyly. "Sit
on the vanity and spread your legs." Bingyan did as she was told, her little feet sticking out.
Lü took out a razor and shaving foam, and soon a bald little butterfly-shaped shaving cream was revealed.
"So pretty, I'll give you a few more whitening treatments and you'll be perfect," Lü Nan praised without any pity.
After the two finished cleaning up, they returned to the bedroom and saw Lincoln holding a punch. Bingyan knew
what Lincoln wanted to do, and she involuntarily backed away.
Lü Nan naturally held her back. "Don't be afraid, little sister. It's like getting your ears pierced, just a little bit. Look, I have one too
, right? This is Lincoln's mark. With it, others will know who we belong to."
Bingyan was still a little scared, but she couldn't resist the two of them, and finally obediently put on Lincoln's mark.
When the two were intimate again, Lü Nan tactfully left with her suitcase. It was already seven o'clock in the evening.
Chapter Nine, September 11, 2001.
When Bingyan woke up in her lover's arms, it was already late at night. Lin Mingliang's eyes were fixed on her pretty
face. Seeing the beauty's hazy awakening, what could be more fitting than a kiss?
"Little Lin, how did you join the church? What kind of organization is it? Why are you always
so secretive?"
Bingyan had so many questions for him, but what she was most concerned about was why Lincoln
had only come to find her after so many years since graduation.
"It all started when I went to Xinjiang University:
(Lincoln's recollection is narrated in the first person)
Xinjiang University is so far away, why did Dad insist I study there? He even said he had friends there..."
To take care of me, sigh! In September 2001, just before the start of the semester, I was on the T70 train, which hadn't been upgraded yet and
took four days and three nights. School started on September 15th, and I bought a train ticket for September 10th.
On September 12th, the TV reported that the Twin Towers in the US had been attacked by terrorists. The entire train carriage erupted in
cheers. I was also very happy at the time, not for any other reason than the memory of the US bombing our embassy in Yugoslavia in 1998.
Back then, we were outraged, we held demonstrations, and all we got in return was Jiang Zemin's demand for an apology.
The humiliation was unbearable, and we could only hope that such a bandit-like country would eventually get its comeuppance. But those two
planes crashed into the towers one after another, instantly splitting the towers in half. How could such swift revenge not make people feel satisfied?
At that moment, my entire belief in life changed. My
life in the Computer Science Department of Xinjiang University began on the main campus, a small area located
south of the city's outer ring road. I love martial arts and often went to the South City Park to watch others practice boxing and sword dancing. Until
one day, I met a master.
He was a mysterious and composed man, like Chen Daoming, whose age was hard to guess. He always wore a dark blue Zhongshan suit and
a pair of Beijing cloth shoes. That day, he was practicing Tai Chi in a small grove.
He had short hair and a goatee, was about fifty years old, and about 1.75 meters tall. He performed a set of Chen-style Tai
Chi, his eyes slightly closed, his posture elegant and composed. The surrounding trees, birds, and insects seemed to be watching his every move, holding their
breath. I immediately felt that this was the person I should learn from.
He quickly accepted me as his disciple. He was originally from Beijing and came to Xinjiang with the Production and Construction Corps,
where he settled down. Because we were from the same hometown, he treated me exceptionally well, almost like a son.
After learning Tai Chi for a year, we became very close, sharing everything. One day, he asked me what I thought of American
power and Al-Qaeda. I told him I admired them greatly, that they were people of faith.
He asked if I was interested in joining a reformed church organization, where there were many people of faith. Finally
, I joined that church, and there I learned my identity and mission.
"I can't tell you too much yet because you haven't undergone the organization's test," Lincoln kissed Bingyan's
forehead and whispered to her.
"What kind of test? I should be able to handle it!" Bingyan murmured.
"Next week I'll take you somewhere; just follow my instructions!"
"Okay, whatever you ask for, I'll do."
It was Friday evening again, and Bingyan returned to her apartment after eating in the cafeteria as usual. Opening
the door, she found a black card on the floor. The "test mission" she had been anticipating for a week had arrived.
"Tomorrow night at seven o'clock, wear a light-colored skirt, no underwear allowed, come to Changping No. 12 Middle School. I'll be
waiting for you at the gate. Remember to bring your ring.
Your Musa Lu."
Chapter Ten, Test One: Being Teacher Lu's Good Student. Changping No. 12 Middle School is a school with over fifty years of history, and originally there
was a temple inside. It is a key school in Changping District. Today is Saturday, and it's seven o'clock in the evening. The school
is already deserted. Only the two security guards in the gatehouse are watching TV.
Bingyan is outside the iron gate, considering whether to go in or not. She sees Teacher Lu, still as
dashing as ever, in a striped long-sleeved shirt, straight trousers, and mid-heeled black shoes.
Teacher Lu greets the security guards, saying, "My sister needs to see me about something."
"Okay, Teacher Lu," the security guard politely responds to the beautiful teacher's politeness.
"Teacher Lu is really busty..." the old security guard teases after the two beauties go inside. The two girls
walked to the main building, one in front and one behind. Bingyan, wearing flat canvas shoes, was half a head shorter than Teacher Lü. Coupled with the teacher's
imposing presence, Bingyan felt she had truly become a well-behaved student.
They arrived at the multimedia classroom on the sixth floor. Walking through this old school that existed before liberation, imagining
what it was like when Lincoln studied here more than a decade ago, Bingyan longed to enter Lincoln's world. Back then, she
wrote to him, and from those letters, she had gained some understanding of this school. Before opening the door, Teacher Lü smiled and
said to Bingyan, "Are you ready?"
"Yes—Musa," Bingyan replied, looking down and twirling the black ring on her finger.
The door opened, revealing a standard multimedia classroom with a ceiling-mounted projector and a roller-screen
screen behind the podium. A dozen rows of seats were placed in the middle. The lights were bright, the windows were covered with black curtains, and the classroom walls
had been soundproofed.
"Hello, Teacher Lü!" A nurse in a pink uniform bowed to Lü Nan.
"Let me introduce you. This lovely little nurse in front of you is Liu Juan, Liu Juan! Her name is Bingyan. From now on,
we're good sisters. But on special occasions, I'll still be your Musa. Remember to behave well, understand
?"
"Yes, Musa
, Teacher Lü." Both beauties laughed, drawing out the words "Teacher Lü." Okay! "Take off your clothes
." Teacher Lü locked the door and went to the podium to get a long ruler, made of yellow bamboo.
The little nurse quickly took off her clothes, still wearing her hat. Her hair was tied up. Her skin was a bit yellow, and her breasts
weren't small. Underneath her outer garment, she wasn't wearing any underwear but a black leather corset with many metal rings.
The corset lifted her breasts, though they weren't large. She had a quiet, cherry-like mouth and wore glasses. Her slender fingers
were naturally covered in sparse pubic hair without any piercings. She was probably only about 1.58 meters tall. She laughed. It was especially sweet.
Bingyan also took off her clothes, and under the gaze of the two women, she was still a little awkward.
Especially since she didn't know where to put her hands.
The nurse took the red leather choker from Teacher Lü and put it on. It was two centimeters wide with a metal
ring in the front.
Teacher Lü came over and took Bingyan's choker. Bingyan put her hands behind her back, chest out, and head up. Lü Nan
helped her put it on as well; it was black. The choker was tightly fastened around her neck, and her hair was neatly piled on her head.
Bingyan felt a kind of suggestive power.
"Bend over and put your hands on the first row of seats."
The two beauties walked barefoot to the front row of seats, bent over, and placed their hands on the seat, forming an "n" shape.
The shape of the shape, Ms. Lü's little leather shoes stepping on the rubber floor, her trousers and shirt slipped down, a queen standing
behind the two beauties.
Ms. Lü took out four glass balls from a plastic gift box, about a size smaller than an egg.
A red heart was decorated in the center of the transparent glass ball. When the cold texture pressed against the little nurse's opening, Bingyan
clearly saw trembling legs and happy moans, two glass balls for each of them. The icy feeling still
lingered in her lower body, making her clearly feel their presence and weight. "When I slap you, don't let the little
balls fall, okay? If anyone falls, then you must fulfill any request of the other students, understand?"
Ms. Lü quickly took on the role of the master. The words "fulfill" and "any" were emphasized.
"Yes, Ms. Lü!" Before the answer had disappeared, a ruler hit the little nurse's buttocks
, and although the little nurse's skin was a bit yellow, a red mark was immediately left. The little nurse screamed very pitifully, her eyebrows furrowed
.
"Smack—Ah!" The excruciating pain caused Bingyan to react exactly like the nurse. Teacher Lü
slapped her left and right, then simply brought out two rulers and started slapping her from both sides. At first, Bingyan really
couldn't bear it and wanted to escape, but she watched as the nurse, despite her pained expression and convulsing body, her fingers trembling as she clenched
and unclenched, showed no intention of running away.
When the pain turned to numbness, the skin on her red buttocks began to swell with blood; her screams turned into pitiful moans
, the burning pain bringing a strange pleasure that assaulted Bingyan's already struggling brain. She felt
the warm flow flowing through her wet lower body, and each moan after the slaps made her breasts swell and her genitals itch
. She even liked the ruler hitting her vulva directly to relieve the itch.
Forgetting space and time, she only waited for the next pleasurable sensation, as the two glass balls slid out of her body and
rolled away. The slapping stopped, and Bingyan's moans gradually subsided. It took her a long time, her face flushed and panting, to
understand what had just happened and what was about to happen.
Teacher Lü laughed, a laugh that made Bingyan, whose legs were still trembling, feel even more ashamed. The vaginal fluid had already flowed past her knees;
she knew, of course, that Lü Nan could see everything.
The nurse had already stood up straight, looking at Bingyan triumphantly. "Get up! Bingyan, you know what to
do, right?"
Teacher Lü's warm, strong left hand applied slight pressure to Bingyan's right hand. Bingyan instinctively knelt down,
her hands behind her back, looking up at the nurse.
The nurse took a traction chain and fastened it to the metal ring in front of Bingyan's collar. Leading the four-limbed
Bingyan, they spun her around the multimedia classroom twice. Bingyan's buttocks and slender waist swayed, and the nurse holding the chain
also swayed her healthy hips. Teacher Lü, aroused, took off her clothes; she was wearing nothing underneath. Her
healthy, tanned, robust figure exuded a queenly aura. She put on a patent leather bra that exposed her breasts, stockings, and high heels. Then
she watched as the two women began to masturbate, occasionally
touching their sensitive areas with the phallus she had prepared for the sisters to play with.
The nurse went to the back corner of the classroom, raised her right leg and stepped on the back door handle, her vulva wide open, and
said shyly, "Sister, lick me."
Bingyan's vaginal fluid hadn't stopped flowing; she knew she couldn't escape. Although she had never licked a plate for another woman before,
she really wanted to try. It was a beautiful vulva, not too pink, not too dark, with sparse pubic hair that looked trimmed
, thin labia, and a protruding clitoris, glistening with vaginal fluid.
She crawled closer, smelling a faint fishy, pungent odor, and brought her mouth to it. Women understand women; despite
her lack of experience, Bingyan knew the sensitive spots during masturbation. Coupled with Liu Juan's moans, she
knew where to press harder and where to be gentler.
Her tongue licked Bingyan
's labia, her nose rubbed her clitoris, and finally, her tongue thrust into her vagina, covering the entire area. Liu Juan pressed Bingyan's head
down, causing her to tremble violently as she gasped and cried out, reaching her climax. Liu
Juan pulled Bingyan up and French kissed her sister, as if saying thank you. The two walked side by side to Teacher Lü.
Teacher Lü looked at her two students with satisfaction. The
two knelt before Teacher Lü, understanding her intentions, and began to serve her. The power of two mouths was far greater than one. Even
Teacher Lü's anus was taken care of. After a period of pleasure,
Teacher Lü put on the short penis inside the phallus and inserted it into her body, fastening the leather buckle. The long penis outside
was larger and longer than that of an average man when erect. Its dark color exuded evil.
The nurse pressed Bingyan down on the front seat and stroked Bingyan's buttocks. Teacher Lü poured
lubricant on the penis, moving her hands and stimulating the part inside her, making her feel dizzy with pleasure.
"Bingyan, are you ready?"
"Yes,
teacher." Bingyan's itchy lower body had longed for this moment. She answered eagerly and without thinking.
"Very good, beg me to grant you pleasure." Lu Nan asked the little slave with satisfaction.
"Teacher, please grant me pleasure, I will do anything as long as you ask, please."
Lu Nan patted Bingyan's buttocks, pulled her hair to make her neck arch back to the limit, and
thrust in with satisfaction and determination.
A long cry echoed in the empty teaching building, a sound that was enough to arouse the desire of any man.
In this dark and deserted Changping No. 12 Middle School, the sound was so eerie.
Chapter Eleven Nightingale in the Photograph
In his first year of high school in 1998, Lincoln was a good student. He could occasionally rank in the top ten or so in the whole grade.
There was a girl in the class with a particularly sweet voice. At first, no one paid attention to her soft voice. Until she
sat near Lin. She has a very faint and small birthmark on her face, just below her right eye. She's very feminine,
petite, shy, and loves to laugh. Of course, many people say she's particularly fake. Her name is Liu Juan. You
'll never know how good she is until you meet her; perhaps that's what makes her so captivating. She's about 155cm tall
, petite and delicate, with slightly sallow skin, not at all fair. Lincoln occasionally wrote back to Bingyan,
but he knew that neither Bingyan nor Song Xiao could offer him a deeper level of understanding because they weren't on the same level.
On one level, casual chats were still unimaginable about the future.
It seemed like he and his high school classmates had endless things to talk about; they shared common ideals, striving towards the ivory tower and
higher levels of life experience. Three years of high school were almost over. During an exam, Juan sat in
front of Lincoln, near the window. It was a distance where he could almost feel her warmth and heartbeat. Suddenly,
Lincoln realized that if he didn't say some things, they would miss each other after graduation. So he wrote her a poem;
just one more glance back would be like spring blossoms for him. Lincoln started inviting Juan to breakfast and runs together.
For a while, he thought a future without her was unimaginable. He loved her adorable smile beneath her short hair,
the shy way she turned her head. That was the kind of adorable woman that drove every man crazy, like a Jay Chou song—you might
not understand it, but you just find it cute.
Her hands were especially small and warm, her delicate fingers warming him to the core. In contrast, Lincoln often
had cold hands and feet at that time. From their first holding hands to their tender kisses... The joy of first love is unforgettable.
Back then, there were no cell phones. We'd arrange to have breakfast together at a certain time, around 6:00 AM, just as dawn was breaking . It was autumn
, and the weather was cold. Sitting by the street, the transparent glass wall offered a view of the clock tower on Government Street. The steaming hot
California beef noodles, the steamed buns, wontons, and fried dough sticks were secondary; the important thing was the person sitting across from me. The distant
chimes of the clock echoed throughout my high school life. Looking back, it was truly a fairytale.
During the swimming events that Fatty organized, that splash of vibrant red in the water was the most beautiful and unforgettable
scene in Lincoln's youth. The stark contrast between Juan's fair skin and her red swimsuit in the water
was breathtaking. Lincoln was happy, entangled in this exquisite red and white.
Later in university, two letters a week and daily phone calls were essential. Memories of longing
are a kind of deception. So much is written in my diary; I dare not look at it without someone I truly loved and missed.
No matter how much time has passed, the pain remains, never truly gone.
Lincoln loved exchanging goodnights every night with the lovely woman thousands of kilometers away on the other end of the phone. In the few
days they spent together, Lincoln forgot to kiss her, forgot to hug this most important person tightly; he thought
she would always be the one in his future.
Juan sent Lincoln two photos. One was of her sitting in the practice room in a red dance costume, the red as
vibrant as the poolside, making Juan's skin appear so fair and beautiful.
The second photo was of Juan in a snowy field, wearing a pristine white nurse's uniform, standing
beneath the tall, sacred Nightingale statue at the nursing school, a faint smile beneath her wide nurse's cap. If high school girls are like
budding flowers, then university is when those flowers bloom most beautifully. Perhaps that was
the effect of love, except that the one who made Juan feel this way might have been her later husband, or even earlier, a classmate.
After a secret kiss on the forehead, Juan never appeared before Lincoln again, no matter
how many 201 phone cards she used or how many letters she wrote. Lincoln realized her heart was no longer with him. Love is multiplication;
no matter how great your love, if the other person is zero, the result can only be zero.
After burning two shoeboxes full of letters, Lincoln continued his days at Xinjiang University in a daze.
The Nightingale in his heart, the beautiful and lovely woman, was forever frozen in those photographs. He remembered
Juan often saying, "I'm only a turn away from you! If possible, my dear
, you must try your best to remember some things, because many things will slowly fade from memory, believe me!"
Lincoln believed this deeply, hoping that on some clear, sunny day at sunset, he and she could wait for the stars to appear on the high riverbank
.
Later, Lincoln thought countless times about why he went to study in such a faraway place as Xinjiang. What if he
had stayed in Beijing? What if he had stayed by her side? What if WeChat and Weibo had existed back then…? The conclusion he reached was only one
—he was too young and didn't understand.
Men always mature later than women, so what Juan needed when she appeared at the West Railway Station to welcome Lincoln back from his vacation
was something Lincoln could never have known at the time.
Chapter Twelve: Reunion and Plunder
In early 2010, the main force of the Donglin Church, including Lincoln and 108 others,
was undergoing military training in a mountainous region of Afghanistan. During a US raid, Lincoln was wounded. After several transfers, he was admitted
to the neurosurgery ward of the China-Japan Friendship Hospital in Beijing, primarily due to intracranial injury. His
treatment abroad was already largely complete; in Beijing, he was mainly recuperating and observing.
This hospital, located at No. 2, Yinghuayuan East Street, Chaoyang District, Beijing, was the Central Health Care Base Hospital and also
served as a clinical medical college for Peking University and Beijing University of Chinese Medicine. The church arranged for Lincoln to recuperate there.
One afternoon, waking from a nap, Lincoln, still somewhat dizzy, opened his eyes to find
Liu Juan standing there. He stared at her for a while.
Juan was wearing a pink nurse's uniform, her hair styled in a bun inside her nurse's cap. Dressed entirely in pink, with white
rubber-soled shoes—every detail exuded comfort. She had been sitting on a stool beside Lincoln's bed. Seeing him wake up, she
smiled and leaned closer, clasping her hands together in a sweet, coquettish voice, "Lin, you're awake! It's so good! How are you feeling? It's strange to be
here, isn't it? Hehe, I work here. I saw your name and came over, and sure enough, it's you! Oh, poor thing, what
happened to you…" Lincoln felt like he was in a dream, wondering when he last saw Juan. Memory
seems to have a power to retain only the beautiful moments, fading away the painful, tragic events and anything related to them
.
"What are you doing here!" Just like that summer when he saw his beloved through the back door of the alley, he could only say,
"Oh, so you're here too."
"I work here," came the familiar face and the familiar smile. "I've been working at this hospital since I graduated.
Now I'm the head nurse, so I'll look after you from now on," Juan
said, pointing to her name tag with a hint of pride.
"That's great! This hospital is very reputable. You're amazing. I'll come to you if I need anything
. Did you bring a gift?"
"I knew you'd want a gift. Here, take this," Juan said, opening her palm to reveal a small wooden bracelet.
"It's small, the beads are only about four millimeters in diameter.
" "This is it? You're too..." Lincoln sighed. "This will help you get better quickly. Alright, alright,
you take good care of yourself. I'm going to get busy now, bye-bye! Remember to ring the bell if you need anything!"
Being a nurse is really tiring. Not only do they see life and death all the time, but they can't wear cell phones or jewelry. The work is busy, stressful, and they often
work overtime and night shifts. Just look at nurse Juan—a perfect example of a rotten banana, a red apple, a yellow apple, and a yellow apple. Later, Liu Juan said that
at their busiest, all 120 beds were filled with elderly patients with cerebral palsy and encephalitis. The patients couldn't speak clearly,
but when they cursed, they were very clear-cut.
That day happened to be Liu Juan's night shift, and there were five or six other people on the equipment shift as well. It was n't until midnight that things finally
calmed down. Liu Juan was washing her hands at the sink when, just as she was about to look up, a dark figure appeared in the mirror. A strong
hand covered her mouth and nose with a white towel, silencing her screams and subsequent cries. In
the few seconds before she lost consciousness, she saw a short man in black wearing a brown mask and black
leather gloves.
When she regained consciousness, she was lying on a cold wooden floor, her eyes blindfolded with a leather blindfold, her hands
tied together behind her back, and something around her neck. She was clearly naked.
Liu Juan was terrified, screaming in panic. Then, realizing her situation, she slowly knelt up, trembling, her
mouth agape, unsure what to do.
"Liu Juan! You're awake?!"
The nurse was so frightened she collapsed to the ground. "Ah! You...you...who are you? What do you want? Let me go!"
"You know this is impossible. Today we're going to play a game. If you obediently complete the orders, I
'll let you go back."
Liu Juan quickly considered her situation and the other party's suggestion. She was currently powerless to resist, and if she acted rashly
, she might suffer unimaginable harm. It was better to figure out what the other party wanted to do first.
"Okay! Don't go back on your word," the nurse said resolutely.
"Kneel down! Shake your butt!" The other party's voice was very firm and deep, making her feel cold and unable to resist. He was
at least 185 cm tall and his body should be very strong. In her fear, Liu Juan gathered all the information and quickly
knelt down as the other party asked. As for shaking her butt, that was impossible.
"Face on the ground and shake your butt!" The other party immediately saw the problem. This was too shameful. She was naked
, blindfolded, and had to stick out her bare butt and shake it like she was begging for mating. These thoughts made the nurse
feel ashamed, flushed, trembling, and breathing heavily. She slowly bent over, her shoulders and face touching the ground, and slowly shook her buttocks.
"Stronger, like drawing a circle, that'll look natural. Too little movement will be embarrassing." The black-clad
trainer stood coldly behind Liu Juan, issuing the command. The room was filled with the flickering orange light of a
small fire. The naked nurse, her body smeared with an oily liquid, gleamed in the firelight. Her short pubic
hair appeared unusually dark and shiny from the oil, and her breasts, bound by her hands, looked unusually firm. With each vigorous , hip-twisting movement, 　　a strange sensation burned
in her lower abdomen. Liu Juan felt her breasts swell 　　, her cleavage hard as stone 　　.
Imagining her current wanton appearance, all of this made 　　her cherry-like lips uncontrollably 　　begin to moan. "Ah!" Ahh 　　... The word instantly filled her mind. Yes, at this moment, all she wanted was to soothe her genitals 　　, but how could she say it aloud? 　　"Slap!" A heavy slap landed on the nurse's left buttock. "Ah!" A scream followed by 　　numbness and a burning sensation. "I want to," a tiny voice squeezed from the nurse's lips. 　　"Louder! I didn't hear you!" The other person was deliberately humiliating her. Liu Juan had no choice but to shout, 　　"I want to masturbate!" 　　Saying this, Liu Juan gasped for breath. The feeling of release was exhilarating. 'Let's see what he does now, I 　　'm going all out.' She was so excited she forgot her fear. 　　The man in black loosened Liu Juan's hands, put on leather handcuffs, and chained them around her neck. The chain was long enough for 　　Liu Juan's hands to reach her genitals. 　　"Satisfy yourself within ten minutes, reach orgasm, and I'll let you go. If you don't, hehe—I'll 　　slash your face, understand?!" the trainer said darkly and threateningly. The nurse 　　lay flat on the floor, legs spread wide in an M-shape, hands clasped awkwardly at her abdomen, unsure what to do. A thin silver chain linked them to a red leather collar around her neck. "Ah!~" Liu Juan 　　groaned 　　at her inescapable fate . "Satisfy yourself within ten minutes—satisfy yourself within ten minutes 　　—satisfy yourself within ten minutes—satisfy yourself within ten minutes—satisfy yourself within ten minutes." This phrase, like a curse, relentlessly eroded Juan 　　's mind. Gradually, her slender hands reached for her private parts. 　　In the end, the nurse desperately complied, quickly reaching her climax. She 　　wept sadly, trembling all over. After a lingering incense, when the nurse regained consciousness, she found herself lying in the women's 　　restroom of the hospital, feeling perfectly normal, as if she had just had a nightmare. 　　"What on earth happened?" Filled with countless questions, Liu Juan began another day of work. When she 　　dragged her tired body back to her residence, the light in the corridor and the corner of the door revealed an envelope hidden in her cute high heels 　　. A black envelope was slipped under the door and appeared at her feet. She knew that the terrible thing 　　had finally come. 　　Chapter Thirteen: This Time I'll Never Leave You Again 　　Liu Juan's hand trembled as she held the envelope. Inside was a transparent CD case and a bottle of medicine. The black CD 　　only bore the date August 9, 2010. She knew without even looking what it contained. 　　"Just because I glanced at you in the crowd, 　　I could never forget your face. 　　I dreamed that one day we might meet again."

From then on, I began to feel lonely and miss her… The sudden ringing of the cell phone
startled Liu Juan, who was trembling as she held the CD in the dark room. She gasped for breath, trying to calm herself, and found the phone. The screen
showed an unknown number; she answered, “Hello…?” Juan pressed her other hand against her
chest, trying to calm her violently heaving chest.
“You saw the CD, didn’t you? Yesterday, your sister-in-law’s wonderful performance was recorded quite clearly,” the caller’s sarcasm
infuriated Liu Juan.
“Who are you? What do you want?” The nurse gritted her teeth, glancing around the house,
as if the other person was hiding in some dark corner or had installed a camera. She gripped her coat collar, her expression
tense.
That voice was different from the one from last night; it was a sharp, malicious, and sinister voice.
How many of them are there? It must be a criminal gang! How unlucky! This time, I’m finished… In an instant, countless thoughts
caused her mind to go blank.
"We're just here to play a game, some shameful things. I have no interest in you, sister-in-law. Otherwise,
I could have easily satisfied myself yesterday. So don't worry, sister-in-law, as long as you complete this game well, we won't
bother you anymore. All the data will be automatically destroyed. We mean what we say."
The other person's shrill, hoarse voice was utterly despicable.
"What else do you want from me! Waaah!" The nurse was angry and aggrieved, but her crying was somewhat exaggerated.
Liu Juan was the kind of person who was gentle yet firm, never easily shedding tears, but possessing a ruthless streak within.
"It's simple, the glass bottle contains ketamine. You know what it does, right?
Anesthetize Lincoln in room 407, then give him his hand and make him ejaculate. Hahaha, you can choose a night shift, anyway, he has a deluxe single
room! Remember to take pictures and send them to me, this is our game, I'm rooting for you, hahahahahaha... *beep* *beep*
*beep*" The other party hung up the phone, and Liu Juan was still stunned, speechless with shock. She wasn't thinking about
her own situation, but about the patient the other person mentioned on the phone—Lincoln, that high school
classmate who had been madly pursuing her. That academically excellent but somewhat dull-witted guy. Why him? What was going on...?
Staring at the strange number displayed on her phone, showing a European address, Juan was completely bewildered.
Another night, Liu Juan was on night shift. Whether or not to complete that game had been on her
mind for days. If she didn't, they would retaliate and spread that video. That was impossible. Maybe I
could pretend to have some semen and demonstrate it. Anyway, there were definitely no cameras in our ward. This was Juan
's plan. She had secretly kept a condom in her pocket, containing her husband's semen, and the bottle of anesthetic
. She intended to slip it over and get it over with.
*Beep beep beep…* Her phone vibrated in her pocket. The nurse jumped, quickly reaching for her phone in the hallway
. It was the same unknown number calling. Her heart pounded. She looked around before answering.
"Hehe, tonight's a good opportunity, you'd better seize it. Looking forward to your good news. Also, your pink
plastic-framed glasses look good on you."
"Ah! You…" Juan tried desperately to figure out how they were monitoring her, but
the terrifying realization was ultimately fruitless. 'They're too powerful, it seems impossible to deal with them. They seem omnipresent and omniscient.
I feel like a puppet, forced to do this perverted thing.' Tears welled up in her eyes
. 'I might as well just do it, maybe I can fool them.'
Liu Juan returned to the nurses' station, grabbed a bag of glucose solution, and injected the anesthetic. She labeled the medication
, grabbed a bag of new needles and syringes, and headed towards room 407. Before entering the room, the nurse glanced
at her pocket watch. It was 9:50.
She knocked. "Come in," Liu Juan said, entering the room to find Lincoln leaning against the headboard watching TV. "Still not asleep
?"
"Yeah! Still needing an IV so late?" "Nutritional fluids, to help you get better quickly and get discharged. You've
been in the hospital for half a month, don't you want to leave?"
"It's because you're here!" As time went on, Lincoln would joke with the nurse, but that past
relationship remained sealed away; neither of them mentioned it, just like two ordinary old classmates.
"Stop being cheeky! Give me your hand." Liu Juan finished hanging the IV, attached the needle and syringe, adjusted the drip, and took Lincoln
's left hand. Although Lincoln was much stronger than in high school, his hands were still so fair and slender.
After a brief pause, the needle was tied tightly, disinfected, and the IV was administered. Finally, the thread was secured, and the flow rate adjusted. The nurse's
movements were skilled and focused.
Lincoln watched her with a smile. "Alright! This bag will take half an hour to infuse. You'd better lie down.
I'll come back in a bit."
Liu Juan, like a thief, quickly fled the scene.
As if the medication had taken effect, the nurse opened the door without knocking. She cautiously approached Lincoln
's bedside, and, fearing it hadn't worked, deliberately shook him, as if he were under anesthesia.
She turned and locked the door, then removed the needle and other equipment and put them in the trash bag she had brought. Then, the nurse
pulled the blanket aside and, with both hands, pulled Lincoln's hospital pants and underwear down to his mid-thighs.
"Ah!" It was so scary! The nurse almost dropped her glasses. Beside the beautiful V-line, on his lower abdomen,
two rows of Arabic script, pure black, with no hair on his genitals, a thick, sleeping penis,
with a series of protrusions on the upper part.
"It's so long even without an erection!" The nurse couldn't help but compare it to the only man she'd ever seen , her husband
.
Liu Juan poured the prepared semen onto the back of her left hand, then took
a picture of her hand and Lincoln's penis with her phone.
Before she could even breathe a sigh of relief, a text message arrived: "This semen was prepared by you beforehand,
right? Complete the task honestly. It's not that easy to fool me. Don't forget you still have something in my hands."
Liu Juan was speechless with shock, feeling as if those eyes were watching everything she did in the room.
"What to do, what to do? Don't panic, don't panic! Now I guess I have no choice but to grit my teeth and do it. Luckily, Lincoln
is anesthetized.
" Liu Juan finally grabbed Lincoln's lower body, a man's most vulnerable spot, now in her hands.
She tried stroking it up and down, recalling all her experiences with her lover in this area. Her right hand manipulated it, her left hand kneaded his testicles
, occasionally pressing against his perineum and anus.
The soft penis gradually grew larger and harder. Juan suddenly realized that the string of protrusions were
ten hard objects embedded under the skin. The erect penis was so thick that her index finger and thumb couldn't touch it.
The nurse's face began to burn, and her breathing quickened. Her left hand slowly moved to her genitals. Time passed slowly
, and clear fluid oozed from the thick penis. Gradually, she forgot that she was being forced to do this
perverted thing.
The enclosed space and safety allowed Juan's desires to be easily released.
The penis, as hard as iron, showed no sign of ejaculation no matter how hard Juan tried. It only made her
want it more, her lower body itching intensely.
Her hand ached, and she looked at the clear, spring-like secretions on the glans of the enormous penis. A swallowing motion betrayed the
nurse's desire. "Use your mouth!" A message on the phone on the bed caught her eye.
The swaying nurse seemed to find a foothold. Without thinking, she immediately took the large glans into her mouth.
She seemed to be hoping someone would push her, lessening the guilt of her fallen pleasure.
The large corona filled her entire mouth. Liu Juan was incredibly excited when a large hand pressed down on
her hair. "Mmm..." Liu Juan was terrified, utterly ashamed, and felt utterly humiliated. She knew Lincoln was awake. The
moment their eyes met again, no more words were needed; a blushing cheek met a deep, loving gaze. Passion
ignited instantly, and they were like lovers, giving and receiving from each other.
After an hour of frenzied passion, naked Juan lay on Lincoln's body, her delicate index finger tracing the
nameless wounds, the burning skin, the honest heartbeat, and the two recent, soul-stirring peaks of pleasure. Liu Juan
knew that she had truly fallen in love with this man. He was as mysterious as Pandora's box.
After that, Liu Juan never received that threatening phone call again. It wasn't until later, when she became Lincoln's servant,
that she learned he had two capable assistants: one was the trainer, and the other the monitor.
A month later, on a weekend, in a south-facing room on the 30th floor of the Jinjiang Inn in the China World Trade Center, Liu Juan was wearing
a pink, sexy nurse's outfit. A red leather choker around her neck made her neck appear exceptionally white
and slender. Her high heels, over ten centimeters tall, made the nurse appear to be around 170 centimeters tall.
Below the pink skirt were white fishnet stockings.
She wore no underwear, which Lincoln liked. Liu Juan, having finished dressing, looked at herself happily
in the mirror; this was also something Lincoln liked.
"Just because I glanced at you in the crowd—" The nurse quickly picked up the phone on the table. "Hello!
Why aren't you here yet! Ugh, no, no, I don't want you! You're so annoying! Okay, hurry up and pull me!" After finishing the call,
Liu Juan blushed and took out a red blindfold, a velvet pouch that looked like a cell phone bag, and a metal
handcuff from her bag. Lincoln had told her to get ready on the phone, and Juan knew exactly 　　what
the word "ready" meant in Lin's dictionary . 　　She took out a rubber slip from the velvet pouch, moistened it with saliva, and easily pushed it into her lower 　　body with her right hand. Lying horizontally on the bed, she put on the blindfold, and locked herself with the handcuffs through the small table post next to the bed. With a click, 　　accompanied by her own groan, she gave up everything, gave everything, to the person she loved most. This made 　　Liu Juan feel very satisfied.

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