【Seven-Colored Rose - Paradise Nightmare】(2)

page views:1 Publication date:2023-03-24

Author: shenhou2
Published on March 30, 2016 on the forum
First published on: Forum
Word count: 12041
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A new chapter of Seven-Colored Roses. I'll probably update once or twice a month from now on.
Leave me a message if you have any good suggestions.
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The three women nodded. This should be the place. Seeing that it was getting late, they found a nice
hotel in town and stayed there. They would pay a direct visit tomorrow. Wei Xue from the New York headquarters sent a message that An Fengqiong and the other two
had also arrived at Magee Valley, and everything was proceeding according to plan. The next day at dawn, in the dim morning light of the mountains, the
pickup truck sped along the winding mountain road. Monica's fiery driving style made Christine, sitting in the passenger seat,
grip the handle tightly and scream in surprise. After leaving the town, they entered the continuous mountainous area. After turning a steep mountain bend, a
very old building complex appeared before Monica's eyes.
Christine, a history buff, could tell that these buildings were definitely over 200 years old, dating back
to the British colonial period before the founding of the United States. Especially the central gray-blue castle, stylistically
a classic Gothic structure. Built into the hillside, it resembled an easily defensible fortress.
How could a two-hundred-year-old school remain so obscure? Looking around, there was still a large space nestled in the mountain bend; Golden Paradise
certainly had a considerable area.
The pickup truck stopped in front of Golden Paradise's two iron gates. A
blonde woman in a blue uniform emerged from the security booth; apparently, all the security guards at Golden Paradise were women. The uniformed woman approached and inquired about the three women's purpose. Monica
explained that they were all ballet enthusiasts and wanted to visit the famous Golden Paradise Women's Ballet School. The beautiful
security guard smiled slightly, said nothing more, and opened the large iron gates. The pickup truck sped inside.
The campus of the Golden Paradise Ballet School for Girls was a hidden gem, with all the buildings preserved intact in their
classical brick and stone style, adorned with various reliefs that resembled magnificent castles.
Christine, from a family with a strong artistic background, carefully observed each tower, vault, and stone carving—all crafted with the highest skill of European artisans,
devoid of any modern building materials or techniques. This level of campus surpassed even Princeton University's campus
; how could a small ballet school hidden deep in the mountains possess such astonishing architectural skill? It was unbelievable
.
The pickup truck parked in the visitor parking space in front of the main building's lawn. Someone from Golden Paradise had already come out to greet them. The three women
got out of the car, and a tall, beautiful woman with delicate features and high cheekbones approached. "Welcome
, welcome, three beauties. I am Ashira, the Dean of Studies at Golden Paradise." With a distinct Eastern European accent, Ashira
extended her large, white hand and shook hands with Christine's small hand. "Ms. Ashra, hello.
I'm Christine from England. We're visiting Magee Valley and heard about the Golden Paradise. The three of us
really wanted to come and see it. We apologize for bothering you."
The woman in front of them smiled slightly, exuding a cold and noble aura. Her slender figure radiated a ballet-like
artistic feel, and her height of nearly 177cm put immense pressure on the three women. Dean Ashra was dressed in a pure black
suit, black stockings, and black patent leather high heels. Her cool face was adorned with light, cool-toned makeup,
and a golden braid was coiled at the back of her head. Her shapely figure revealed a powerful queen-like aura. Ashra's
invisible presence made the three beautiful detectives feel extremely uncomfortable. "It's alright, Golden Paradise welcomes
visitors from all over the world, especially three such beautiful ladies. Since you're all ballet enthusiasts,
let's go inside and talk."
Entering the main building, which resembled a medieval castle, and passing through two tall arched doorways, they were greeted by an incredibly spacious
banquet hall. Eight giant crystal chandeliers, each over five meters in diameter, hung in a row from the soaring ceiling
. The hall's floor was entirely paved with black and white marble, gleaming brightly. The floor-to-ceiling windows were
covered in colorful mosaic patterns, depicting beautiful women in white dancing gracefully. Seeing this magnificent
central banquet hall, Julia's first thought was of Hawkwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry—it was truly a scene from a dream
.
Historian Christine's observations were more meticulous. On the main wall of the banquet hall, from left to right
, hung several enormous portraits, each about 3 meters tall. The central painting depicted Joan of Arc bound to the cross and
burned at the stake, with halos and angels flying above her head, seemingly guiding the dying saint to
heaven. Next to it was a portrait of Florence Nightingale in her nun's robes; the compassionate nurse stood amidst the chaos
of war, radiating a holy light. On the far right was a painting of a Chinese woman—Jiang Qing. Christine
was surprised to find a half-length portrait of Jiang Qing dressed in Red Guard attire prominently displayed at one corner of the hall. Historian
Christine was deeply interested in the history of China's Cultural Revolution. What did Jiang Qing, as a unique historical figure, represent?
Why was Jiang Qing's portrait hung in the Golden Hall? What was its symbolic meaning?
The group walked through the long banquet hall to the castle elevator at the end. The elevator ascended to
the top floor, where the Dean of Studies, Ashira, had his private office. The beautiful detectives from the Seven Roses group entered the spacious, domed
office. Christine was once again taken aback; this office was incredibly luxurious.
It was more like a small exhibition hall than an office, with pine cabinets lining the walls displaying various valuable antiques and
artworks. Several pieces of blue-and-white porcelain stood out, stylistically dating back to the Xuande period.
The floor of the domed office was covered with a thick Persian carpet, its surface covered in dark red checkered patterns.
Miss Mountbatten, from a long-established British aristocratic family, was also amazed by the style of the office.
In the center of the room was Dean Ashira's large desk, in front of which sat a set of elegant European-
style sofas. Currently seated on the sofas was a stunningly beautiful blonde woman. "This is
Joan Carmen, the soprano from the Moulin Rouge in Paris . She's also here for a visit. Please make yourselves at home," said Ashira.
The dean quickly introduced the three women. After exchanging pleasantries, everyone took their seats. Ashira
poured each of the ladies a cup of fragrant black tea using a French-style white porcelain tea set decorated with watercolor patterns.
"This entire room is filled with collections gathered over many years by Mrs. Rosa, the principal of Golden Paradise, from all over the world.
This is the main building of Golden Paradise. The first floor is the banquet hall and the grand auditorium. The second to fifth floors are various ballet
classrooms. The top floor, the sixth floor, is where we are located—the offices of the Golden Paradise teachers. Next to it are
the student dormitories and the canteen. The school is so small that it may have disappointed you after traveling so far. Our philosophy at Golden Paradise
is to preserve the purest classical ballet and pass it down through generations."
"Respected Dean Ashira, ballet is a dance performed by both men and women. As far as I know, Golden Paradise only has
female students. Is that true?" Christine asked. "Absolutely true, Miss Christine, you know us very well
. Golden Paradise not only admits only girls, but all our faculty and staff are women. It
's a school without men." Ashira smiled demurely.
"Golden Paradise practices elite education. We have fewer than 200 ballet students. And we
don't just teach ballet; vocal and instrumental music instruction is also conducted simultaneously. Golden Paradise
trains only the best ballet dancers, primarily because of their extraordinary artistic temperament. We have our own
swimming pool and golf course, right behind the main building. I hope my introduction gives you
a general understanding of Golden Paradise." Ashira spoke with absolute pride, pressing a bell on her desk
. A sexy blonde woman with flowing hair entered.
"This is Instructor Vera. How about Instructor Vera accompanies you three on a tour of our ballet classrooms
?" Vera gestured for them to proceed. Christine gave a signal, and the three rose and followed Instructor Vera out of
the office. Only Ashra and Joan Carmen remained in the room. With a slight rustling sound,
one of the cabinets along the wall moved a short distance outwards, then slowly opened, revealing a
beautiful noblewoman in a long purple dress emerging from a hidden door.
"Madam," Ashra and Joan Carmen quickly rose and bowed. "These three
are female detectives from the Seven-Colored Rose Detective Agency, here to investigate us. They hired Sloan from the Puppet Society.
Take them all down tonight, and be quick about it." Madame Rosa said coldly. Ashra nodded hastily.
"Madam, what should we do with them after we take them down?"
"The same as always, Joan. You still need to focus on things in Europe. We must confirm Beria's whereabouts. Get
Jinx ready as soon as possible. Find an opportunity to eliminate him in Norway. That devil deserves to go to hell. Liv Monet is
the bait I laid out. That old bastard Sloan isn't ready yet, so don't worry about him." With that, Madame Rosa turned and disappeared
into a hidden door, vanishing without a trace. This was the soul of the golden-haired one. Joan Carmen stood up to
bid farewell to Asila. "You're going to have a lot of fun tonight, all three of you are beautiful women." Asila
smiled. "Don't you want to join in? It's been a while since you've had an event." Joan Carmen smiled. "My
flight back to Paris is at 9 a.m. tomorrow, so the timing is perfect. I'll just participate a little. Have fun!"
The three women walked through the maze-like castle. Instructor Vera, who was in front, remained mostly silent.
The ballet studios were all quite similar in style. The tour ended quickly, and after saying goodbye, the three women
drove off in their pickup truck like a whirlwind from the mysterious mountain academy. Back in the town of Magee Valley, it was almost evening. At
the same steakhouse, the three women once again enjoyed delicious, tender steaks. Back at the hotel, the three women
began to study the place in their room. Monica, who was in charge of photography, had taken many pictures that day, and they had a basic understanding of the school's layout
. However, they all felt they hadn't grasped the key point: how could a ballet school be so unique?
"I don't think this school is simple; there's a lot more to it than meets the eye
. Don't act rashly. Get in touch with An Fengqiong and the others as soon as possible," Christine concluded. After the Pearl Island incident, everyone had become
much more cautious. Even the usually impulsive Monica didn't say much, and Julia was completely obedient. It was getting
late, so they said goodnight to each other and returned to their respective rooms to wash up and go to sleep.
In the dead of night, the town of Maggie Valley seemed to be fast asleep, shrouded in the heavy darkness. Three light
mountain SUVs silently drove into the town along the mountain road and stopped outside the inn where the Roses were staying.
Asila, Vera, and Joan Carmen got out of the vehicles first, followed by several blonde girls aged 18-22
. All the women were wearing tight black leather outfits and high-top black pointed leather boots. Their
blonde hair was covered with pure black hairnets, making them blend into the night.
"This is a rare internship opportunity. You must carefully observe the upcoming actions and prepare for the backup,
understand?" Ashira said to several female students from Golden Paradise. "Joan, you're the guest. You
choose which target to deal with first." Joan Carmen smoothed her hair. "It's been a long time since I've acted, and
my skills aren't what they used to be. I'll choose an easy one. I'll take that girl named Julia."
"Okay, I'll deal with Christine, that sharp-tongued British lady. Vera, you'll handle the Latina hottie
Monica. Does she suit your taste?" Vera licked her lips with her bright red tongue. "I'll make her feel
great." With the plan settled, three nimble black figures nimbly scaled the hotel wall and entered the courtyard. Seeing
their mentors move, the female students also jumped into the courtyard one by one. The hotels in the town of Maggie Valley were all small inns,
only three stories high. The three female detectives' rooms were all on the third floor.
For the members of the Golden Hair gang, entering a room at this height was as easy as drinking soup. The most agile, Ashra
, leaped onto the wall and quickly climbed to Christine's window. She took out a special knife and gently
cut a circle in the glass, reaching in to open the window. Her 177cm tall figure silently slid
into the room, then closed the window behind her, all without a sound. Ashra adjusted her eyes to the darkness
, then went over and abruptly turned on the television, blasting the volume.
Christine, tired from the day's activities, had showered early and was lying in bed wearing a light, off-white nightgown.
Christine had fallen asleep when she heard a loud television blaring from her room. Half-asleep, she sat up.
"What's going on? Why is the TV on by itself? Who is it? Ugh." She vaguely saw a dark
figure standing at the head of her bed. "Who is it? What are you doing?" Christine screamed, fully awake
.
"It's me, Ashira from Golden Paradise. Miss Christine, this is a nighttime campus tour, and
I've come to pick you up." Christine clutched her blanket, nervously looking at the female dean in a black leather bodysuit.
"Ashira, what are you doing? This is trespassing! I'm calling the police!" Ashira
laughed until her stomach hurt, scoffing, "How can an international female detective say such childish things? What's your purpose here? I
'll help you achieve it! I'm here to take you to investigate the secrets of Golden Paradise. I'll
tell you everything you want to know."
Christine suddenly threw the blanket towards Ashira, her body in a cream-colored nightgown leaping up barefoot
towards the guest room door. "You're really restless, huh? I guess I'll have to stretch my legs a bit." Seeing Christine about to
burst out the door, Asherla pounced like a black panther, grabbing Christine's shoulder.
Christine dodged to the side, and Asherla cleverly blocked the exit, calmly watching her
prey with nowhere to run. Golden Rose Christine bent over, fists clenched, assuming a fighting stance. Asherla
smiled coldly, "Trying to teach a fish to swim? I'll see what the Seven-Colored Rose detective is all about." No sooner said than done
, Asherla's powerful arms swung like windmills, launching a frenzied attack.
Golden Rose Christine of the Seven-Colored Roses was quite skilled, far superior to Nina and Wei Xue,
and frequently participated in rock climbing and archaeology. Miss Mountbatten's flexibility and strength were exceptionally outstanding. But
it was all for naught today. Ashra was one of the top combat experts in the Golden Hair, specializing in
combat training at the Golden Hair training camp. Her relentless attacks quickly overwhelmed Christine, who was caught off guard. Ashra precisely
grabbed her arms and tossed her onto the bed.
Ashra leaped onto her, clamping her thighs around Christine's soft waist,
flipping her shapely body face down onto the mattress. The detective's two rounded, snow-white arms were
twisted behind her back by an irresistible force. Ashra used her knee to pin down the captive's crossed wrists.
Just as Christine was about to scream, Ashra, already prepared, clamped a
red gag into the captive's small mouth, locking it shut behind Christine's head with a snap
. Miss Mountbatten would never be able to utter a coherent sound again.
Ashra took a small thumb cuff from the pocket of her leather trousers. The thumb cuff was a rectangular metal
plate with two small holes, each about the size of a girl's thumb, on either side. Pulling the spring opened the two holes. Ashra spread Christine
's fair hands, slipped one hole on each thumb, and pushed them together. With a click,
the detective's two thumbs behind her back were locked together, inseparable. Then, Ashra took out another thumb cuff.
Turning around, Ashra grabbed the female prisoner's beautiful feet and pressed them together against the arches. Christine's two rounded
toes were also tightly cuffed together, her feet pressed together, unable to move an inch. Unable to make a sound or move,
Golden Rose could only helplessly lie prone on the bed, at her mercy. Everything was done cleanly and efficiently, in less than five minutes. Ashra opened the window, 　　snapped her fingers
in the night sky , and several trainees from the Golden Hair Training Camp filed in through the window. " 　　Pack up all her belongings and this female prisoner in the room and take them away." As she spoke, Ashra floated out of the window and went to Julia's window. Joan Carmen moved 　　a little slower than Ashra. As the highest-ranking official in Europe, Joan Carmen had 　　n't had any frontline missions for many years, and the soprano was using this opportunity to practice her skills. 　　Entering Julia's room, the American sweetheart Julia was sleeping like a log. Joan Carmen simply 　　leaped onto the bed, grabbed Julia's mouth, and gagged her with a gag. By the time Julia realized what was happening 　　, it was too late. She struggled a few times, but the woman on top of her held her firmly, 　　twisting her arms behind her back. Julia desperately tried to twist her shoulders, but Carmen's beautiful, white hand sliced into 　　her shoulder bone, rendering Julia immobile like limp mud. "Disobedient, you asked for trouble, 　　does it hurt?" 　　She handcuffed Julia's fingers and toes with thumb cuffs, effortlessly subduing the beautiful detective Julia. 　　When Ashila entered, Julia, with her arms clasped, was already kneeling on the bed, waiting for her to be taken away. 　　"Looks like your skills haven't diminished at all. I was even thinking of coming to help, but I was too redundant." 　　Joan Carmen, with a smile on her face as she placed her hand on the female prisoner's shoulder, said, "I only managed to catch her by chance. Things are almost done, 　　so I'll be leaving now; I have to catch my flight." Handing Julia over to the female cadet, Joan Carmen immediately 　　took off her leather jacket and pants in the guest room, changing into loose-fitting casual clothes for long journeys. She took off her black 　　boots, swapping them for light, grass-green flat sneakers, picked up her handbag, and 　　waved goodbye with a flourish. 　　Ashira then went to Monica's room, where the scene was unexpected: Monica and Vera 　　were locked in a fierce battle in the small space. It turned out that after Vera entered the room, seeing the sleeping Latina beauty, 　　a cold, excited smile crept across her lips, and she pounced on her. Monica, a light sleeper, heard something amiss and 　　sprang to her feet. Vera missed her target, and Monica immediately rolled off the bed, distancing herself from the intruder. 　　"You, what are you doing, Vera?" Monica, using the moonlight, recognized the woman before her as none other than 　　Instructor Vera, whom she had met during the day, and demanded sharply. 　　"Of course, I want you! Come on, sweetheart, I'll pamper you." Vera lunged at her. "I'm not 　　a lesbian, sorry to disappoint you." Monica rolled to the side, dodging two meters away. The fiery rose's two supple, strong, 　　bronze legs spun like windmills, forcing Vera down. Monica's Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu clashed with 　　Vera's fighting skills; the two women danced like butterflies, neither gaining the upper hand. In the stalemate...

Ashra jumped in through the window. "Monica, we've already captured your two companions. Aren't you going to surrender
? Do you want us to make things difficult for you?" Hearing this, Monica turned pale with anger, her eyes turning red. Abandoning
Vera, she charged at Ashra.
The Latina's long leg came down towards her opponent's face. Ashra smiled calmly, crossed her arms to meet the attack
, her palms landing squarely on Monica's strong calves. A muffled thud, both evenly matched. To be able to catch
Monica's full-force downward strike with her bare hands, Ashra's strength was evident. Then the two twisted and fought. Now
Monica was exhausted, and after a dozen or so rounds, she was thrown to the ground with a powerful slam, her arms twisted behind her back, and captured
. The same procedure: a gag, thumb cuffs on her hands and feet, and the sexy Monica was reduced to a straight,
beautiful figure.
The three women were stuffed into long nylon bags, slid them out the window to the ground, and then thrown into the carriages.
The three SUVs sped away into the night, everything so calm, as if nothing had
happened in the town of Maggie Valley. The three women, bound in the sweltering nylon bags, looked dejected; Julia's tears flowed involuntarily
. The evil thumb cuffs tightly bound their hands behind their backs. Unlike ordinary handcuffs,
the method of locking the thumbs left the female prisoners with no room to move their arms. Christine's shoulder blades throbbed with tearing
pain.
The big toe cuffs were even more painful; the female detective's long, beautiful legs could only be pressed tightly together,
unable even to bend slightly. Her delicate knees twisted and turned, a sharp, bone-deep ache radiating from them. Monica
's long legs were forced to be pressed tightly together like straight lines, her slender hamstrings aching and numb, only able to endure the pain.
The mountain road was rugged, and the car bumped along. Soon, the three women in the nylon bag all became drowsy and unconscious.
The Golden Paradise Women's Ballet School, with its castle-like main building perched on a hillside, housed a magnificent
banquet hall and auditorium on the first floor. Many would not imagine that beneath the banquet hall lay an even more complex underground structure.
Three underground levels later, in a spacious room in the center of the corridor, the ceiling was a full four meters high—
a rarity in typical basements. Hanging from a three-meter-high, U-shaped wooden frame were three beautiful female
bodies. Julia was on the left, Monica on the right, and Christine, her arms bound behind her back, was suspended in the middle.
When they were brought in, the thumb cuffs and gags had been removed,
and their pajamas had been stripped off. Their nearly naked bodies, clad only in simple underwear and bras, were bound with ropes and suspended high above the ground
, their feet a foot off the ground, their bodies supported entirely by the ropes. The bindings were skillfully applied
; the rope net, extending from the female captives' shoulder blades to above their knees, evenly distributed their weight.
Diamond-shaped knots pierced the tightly pressed thighs of the three women, playfully digging into their genitals. The female instructor, Vera, held
a stiff leather whip, twirling it in front of the three captives, poking one's breast and tapping
another's abdomen with the tip, toying with them like prey.
"We had no choice," said the aloof and beautiful Dean of Studies, Ashira,
sitting in a chair some distance away
, followed by a dozen or so handsome, blond-haired school
students. "This is your beastly behavior! Knowing we are detectives, why did you let us in during the day
? Who are you people?" Christine retorted defiantly.
"The thief cries 'Stop thief!' You ill-mannered British noblewoman, Vera, teach her a lesson!" Vera
lashed out with her whip, striking Golden Rose's inner thigh. "Ah, ah!!" The burning sensation made
Miss Mountbatten, who had never been disciplined, cry out, tears welling in her red eyes. "Fuck, bitch
, die! Don't touch her! Come at me if you dare, fuck!" Super hot girl Monica
shouted, completely disregarding her situation.
The whip followed immediately, lash, lash, lash! "Ah!! Fuck, ah...
!!!!!" Vera's whip whipped back and forth, left and right, striking the Latina's taut, firm, sexy buttocks
. "Ah, ah, ah, fuck, bitch, ah, ah, so good, ah, shit."
Monica shook her head, screaming in pain and cursing viciously. "Alright, stop, Vera. Don't
hurt them all. It won't be fun if they get hurt. You ask who we are? Didn't your employer explain it to you
clearly? Or did your boss not tell you the truth? We, the Golden Heaven, are the guardians of women all over the world
, female warriors who dedicate their lives to women's rights. Of course,
women like you who are dogs for the men of the training church are not under our protection."
Ashira looked firmly into Christine's eyes. "Everything you want to know, I'll tell you now
. This is the Golden Heaven Women's Ballet Art School, also the youth training camp of the Golden Heaven.
Countless outstanding women have emerged from here, fighting for women's equality and freedom throughout their lives. We are the Golden Heaven,
liberating women from the painful enslavement of men and establishing a true women's society. We don't hate men; we
only hate men who abuse women. All the women in the world who suffer are our sisters, and we will save
them from their misery." Christine was speechless, unable to utter a word.
"If you're protecting women, why are you capturing the three of us and torturing us?" Julia
asked timidly, her voice hoarse. "Joan of Arc said that women who
aid and abet men in harming their own kind are far more evil than men who enslave them. You are the devil's mistresses. You should ask yourselves
why you, as women, are serving this demon, the Church of the Sorcerers," Ashra coldly retorted. Julia lowered
her head in shame.
"Stop with the sweet talk. We have no idea what the Church of the Sorcerers is, or what the Golden Haired Heaven
is. Your actions are Nazi behavior. What excuses are you making? If you're telling
the truth, let us down, and we can talk," Christine retorted angrily, staring into Ashra's
eyes. "The saint hates lying mouths the most. Vera, you can enjoy these three..."
" Those vicious bitches! After we're done, we'll torture them properly as teaching aids for our student interrogation courses, letting them
know the fate of devilish mistresses." With that, Ashra turned and led a group of beautiful female students out.
Only Vera and two female thugs in high-top leather boots remained in the room. Vera's perverted gaze sent
chills down the spines of the three women. "What do you dare do to us? You should know American law won't let you get away with this! What are you going to
do? Pervert, don't touch me!" the three women cried out, their voices rising and falling. "Gag them all
! You sluts, you've been trained to be fucked until you don't want to anymore, and you're still yelling like that. What are you pretending to be, a virtuous woman?" Three gags were
shoved back into the female detective's mouth.
Vera took out a thick, black rubber dildo from a cabinet by the wall. Both ends of the dildo
had realistic plastic glans the size of goose eggs. Vera held it up to compare the size. One end of the dildo had
a leather belt for fastening around the waist. A wicked smirk curled her lips. "Put her down first, start with her. I want to taste
the flavor of a young sweetheart." Vera pointed to Julia, the pretty young woman hanging on the left side of the rack. The naive
American sweetheart Julia turned pale with fright, letting out terrified screams. The pulley turned, and Julia
landed barefoot on the ground. Two tall female thugs untied the ropes binding the female prisoner's arms and
pushed Julia in front of Vera. The lesbian embraced Julia's tightly bound body, placing one hand
on the American sweetheart's pert buttocks and erotically patting them, enjoying the good elasticity of the sex toy. With such a good
figure, Vera began kissing Julia's rosy cheeks, her tongue licking Julia's delicate, smooth, white
face. Vera's hands then began kneading the detective's small breasts. Having her body's
cleavage so playfully touched by a woman, her sensitive spots both aroused and itchy, Julia couldn't cry.
The lesbian Vera, like a man treating his lover, twisted Julia so that her back was to her,
embracing Julia's youthful, tall body from behind. Her hands frantically kneaded the detective's round breasts. A woman
understands a woman's body best; Julia's face flushed, and her sealed mouth emitted soft moans, a mixture of humiliation
and pleasure. Rose Sweetheart's body trembled, entering a state of arousal. Sensing the time was right, Vera
reached out and pulled down Julia's pink boxer shorts. Julia was already quite wet, slippery fluid
coating the contours of her vagina. Vera's nimble fingers slipped directly between Julia's legs,
expertly inserting into Julia's smooth passage and beginning to rotate. Her middle finger accurately located Julia's clitoris.
"Little kitten, moan, moan a little more seductively for your big sister to hear," the female vixen chuckled wickedly in Julia's ear
, lightly tapping her with her finger. "Uh, uh, uh...!!!" A few trembling sounds suppressed by the gag, Julia
's body shuddered violently, collapsing limply into the woman's arms behind her.
Vera was extremely satisfied with these three prey, both in appearance and status; they were all rare, naturally
beautiful women. The tall, slender, and sweet-looking American sweetheart Julia was to be the first
to be enjoyed as dessert. After her fingers had been constantly probing and teasing, the assertive Vera felt that the female captive's lower body was already very wet,
her clitoris erect and aroused. Vera pulled off her leather pants and inserted one end of a thick, black, double-headed penis
into her hairless, white vulva, then tightly wrapped the belt around her waist. Watching
Vera's actions, Julia's heart pounded in fear. What was she going to do? Was she about to be fucked by a woman?
Two sexy women in high-top black leather boots pushed over a
metal rack, then pressed Julia's snow-white, limp body against it. Wide leather straps
tightly bound the captive's thighs, calves, and breasts. Julia, the trainee detective from the Seven-Colored Roses, now looked incredibly alluring. Her body
leaned against the back of the metal rack at a 45-degree angle, her two fair thighs stretched wide by leather straps around the base of her thighs
, creating a wide, sexually suggestive angle. Julia's arms were also bound behind her back with thin hemp ropes
, her breasts thrust out proudly, her beautiful eyes wide open—a picture of masochistic slutry.
Vera's face wore a lewd grin: "Little kitten, you'll love this feeling. My big cock
is about to go in." Vera thrust forward, the thick, double-headed penis parting
Julia's tender labia and penetrating her body. Vera began to move her muscular waist like a man, the black double-headed penis
connecting the two sexy women's genitals, pulling and moving back and forth, the thick glans
grinding against Julia's small vagina. "Ugh, ugh, ugh, ooh, ooh, ooh!" Being violated by a woman with a rubber double-headed penis,
Julia's face flushed red and then turned white, it was hard to tell whether she felt more humiliation or pleasure.
From the initial gentle thrusting, Vera quickened her pace, pressing down on Julia and untying
the gag in the girl's mouth. "Uh...uh...no...don't...uh...pervert...uh..."
A tidal wave of pleasure surged within her, Julia unable to utter a complete sentence. Vera gasped
, lowering her head to silence the detective's helpless moans with her lips. The two women's tongues intertwined, sucking and
kissing like lovers' passionate embrace. With each rise and fall of her hips, they
frantically demanded from each other's bodies. Vera's vagina, too, was writhing with desire from her own thrusts, only able to push forward more forcefully
to relieve the emptiness deep within. Until Julia's body convulsed, and scalding love juice gushed forth,
pouring over Vera's vagina through the double-headed penis.
After removing the dildo, Vera rested for a while. Julia's sweaty body was hoisted back up. Vera pointed
at Christine and said, "British noblewoman, enjoying a beauty like you is my dream."
Christine, bound and limp, blushed crimson, her body twisting angrily in the air. She had
witnessed Julia and Vera's lewd acts clearly, but with a bulging gag in her mouth, Christine Mountbatten
couldn't utter a sound. "How cute she looks. Put her down." The pulley turned, and
Christine Mountbatten's fair, delicate feet touched the cold ground. She was
dragged and pulled in front of Vera by two tall, burly female thugs. Her snow-white body, clad only in white lace panties and a camisole,
twisted in shame and indignation.
Vera pinched the smooth, sculpted cheek of the aristocratic young lady. The British aristocratic lady, Mountbatten
, possessed top-tier temperament and beauty. Years of upbringing in an established aristocratic family had imbued Golden Rose with an elegant
and noble charm; even her angry expression was captivating. Vera, born into the lower rungs of society,
harbored a twisted desire to conquer proud aristocratic ladies. Christine was the perfect prey; she was determined to make her submit to
her.
Golden Rose, Christine, was a quintessential British beauty. Her collarbones and neck were more slender than girls from other countries.
Her breasts, encased in a white bra, were full and firm, and her toned abdomen revealed two adorable abs
—a testament to Christine's years of fitness. British beauties typically didn't have large hips, but their alluring shape was
prized. Christine's buttocks resembled a ripe, unripe peach, both elastic and perky.
Vera moved behind the beautiful detective, pressing herself against her in a cheesy manner, and began licking her noble prey's delicate
, white earlobe. "Miss, I'll make you feel like you're dying of pleasure, and you'll offer up your little cunt cleanly."
She reached down and pulled down the snow-white bra, her fingers slowly pinching the pair of pink nipples on Golden Rose's breasts
, tracing circles on the areolas, teasing the chaste body in her arms, making the nipples stand erect
, the girl's face flushed and hot. Vera then began kissing Christine's most alluring swan neck,
savoring this noble body with exquisite care. Christine's cheeks were crimson, her expression one of utter shame and indignation, her gagged
mouth twitching as if about to let out a furious cry.
Born into one of the most conservative aristocratic families in England, Christine abhorred homosexuality more deeply than most girls
. To be humiliated by a man, to be kissed and kneaded by this perverted woman
, shamelessly touching her most sensitive and delicate parts—places even Charlie wouldn't allow to be touched—was
ten times more painful. Helplessly bound by ropes behind her back, nearly naked, she was like a lamb
to the slaughter. This time, without any racks, Vera removed the double-headed dragon and shoved Christine
against a wall. Grabbing the beautiful knees of the English Rose, she forcefully pulled them apart. Christine desperately
clenched her legs, refusing to yield.
"Stubborn little pony, huh? I'll teach you a lesson." The two women pressed close together. Vera
punched Miss Mountbatten in the smooth abdomen. "Ugh, ugh!" Christine's painful cries were muffled by a gag, and
her body went limp, giving up all resistance. The detective's long, beautiful legs were completely spread apart, and
Vera pressed her body against hers, her hungry, white tiger vulva against the pink flesh of the golden rose, Christine.
A neatly trimmed pubic hair on the English noblewoman's mons pubis rubbed against Vera's smooth genitals, sending waves of intense pleasure through
her body.
Christine's arms, bound behind her back with ropes, were pressed tightly against the wall. The two women's breasts were pressed together, their vulvas
rubbing together frantically—a blatant lesbian game. Their delicate labia, like butterflies fluttering their wings, were
intertwined. This "grinding" technique, requiring precise pressure and angle, was mastered by Vera, the instructor from Golden Paradise. With a series of
varying pressures and speeds, Vera's vulva was already overflowing with lustful fluids, while Christine's vagina was also churning with
heat, more unbearable than masturbation.
Golden Rose completely lost control of her body; her lower body felt like it was on fire. Christine's vulva burned
painfully, wet and itchy, empty and yearning for a strong, long object to penetrate it. A surge
of pent-up heat erupted, drenching Vera's vulva, making both women tremble. "
Is your body so sensitive, Miss? You came so quickly. I haven't had enough yet." Vera smiled contemptuously
, her body swaying, slowing the pace of her rubbing.
Vera reached out and untied the gag from the female prisoner. Christine tilted her head back, her eyes unfocused, letting out
sweet moans. Her body, so weak, had actually climaxed. "Ah, ah, I can't take it anymore, ah, spare
me, I'm on fire down there, ah, ah, uh, uh, don't come anymore." Her soft, weak pleas sounded
more like whispers between lovers. Vera smiled slightly, "You say no and you don't? I haven't had my fill yet
, can I use it a little longer?" Her wet, hot labia, covered in vaginal fluid, rubbed rapidly up and down against Christine's soft labia
. The two female thugs could hear the soft rustling of flesh against flesh.
Overwhelmed by ecstasy, the two women were driven to madness. At the last moment, Vera's vagina convulsed
, gushing forth hot vaginal fluid. Simultaneously, Christine's vagina trembled violently. The waves of orgasm
breached the final dam, the two streams of heat merging within their tightly pressed vaginas before
gushing out from the gap between their labia. To onlookers, all they saw was a glistening spray of fluid blooming between their bodies,
the strong, pungent scent of their vaginal fluids filling the room.
Their bodies, limp and entwined after their orgasms, remained locked
in a painful embrace. Christine stared blankly at the ceiling, her clear blue eyes unfocused, her mind utterly silent. During her orgasm, Golden Rose had imagined her fiancé, Charlie.
What did Charlie's penis feel like? How did it penetrate her? How did it bring
her to such a climax? Christine's mind was a complete blank. Vera gasped for breath and swayed as
she stood up. The quality of the sex had been exceptionally high; a stunning beauty like Christine, with her status, temperament, and looks, was truly
rare. "Put all three of them down and put them in the cell. Dean Asila needs them for tomorrow's interrogation
." With that, Vera put on her black leather pants and went out.
The three women were lowered one by one. Having been suspended for a long time, the female detective's limp body had lost all
strength to resist. Monica, the Latina hottie who had witnessed two lesbian sex scenes, was blushing furiously, her fiery eyes
revealing a strange excitement. Christine took a long time to get up from the damp ground
. The three women, following orders, stood in a row one by one, tied tightly with ropes, and then
were led away by two female thugs, one in front and one behind, pulling the ropes.
The castle's underground structure had three levels, with various types of cells lining the corridors. The Golden Paradise training camp
conducted its torture and counter-torture training here. They randomly selected three cells and dumped three limp bodies inside.
She went inside, and the cell door slammed shut. Christine collapsed to the ground, tears streaming from her deep blue eyes
. Her body was no longer pure; she had been defiled like this by a female lecher. She was so sorry, Charlie.

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