[Liu Yan, the Toilet Pig] (1 - The Starting Point of Depravity)

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Author: finalwind
Posted on November 28, 2017 in Forum 001
Word Count: 9722
The lazy sunlight of a summer evening shone on a desolate commercial street next to the subway station. In an
inconspicuous alley of this commercial street, there was a small coffee shop.
Green vines climbed along the mottled ancient brick walls and wrapped around the caramel-colored wooden signboard, on which the name of the little shop,
"Lailah," was carved.
Orange-yellow sunlight filtered through the coffee shop's blinds, casting dappled shadows inside. In the quiet shop,
a woman in an apron gently wiped the coffee pot on the counter. At the bar in front of her sat
the only customer in the shop, a neat and gentle-looking middle-aged man.
"The proposal we talked about a few days ago, can you consider it?"
A magnetic male voice broke the silence, and the man gazed at the woman before him with a serious expression. The man
's abrupt question startled the woman; she lowered her head, a blush creeping onto her fair cheeks.
Liu Yan: "...It's been three years...Although I know in my heart that he's gone,
I can still feel his presence in this shop..."
The woman looked into the distance, lovingly tracing the grain of the wooden counter with her fingers.
The man said nothing, picked up his coffee, and took a small sip.
Liu Yan: "I'm sorry, please let me think about it a little longer."
A warm smile appeared on the man's face, and the woman also gave an apologetic smile.
Looking at the man's smile, Liu Yan silently thought: (The word "remarriage" itself is
a sin to me. Although my husband has been dead for three years, his image and his presence are still vividly
ingrained in my body.)
"Ding-a-ling," a pleasant bell rang, and the heavy wooden door with glass panels opened.
Liu Yan: "Welcome! I didn't expect you to come at this hour." Her chestnut-brown hair swayed gently in the breeze that came in as the door opened
. The shop owner, Liu Yan, smiled at the customer as she wiped her porcelain-like fingers on her apron
. Even through the thick apron, the soft, swollen flesh was clearly visible, allowing
one to imagine the full, healthy body beneath.
Liu Yan
greeted Ye Chan with a smile, glancing at the plastic bags in the hands of the two female customers who entered.
Ye Chan replied, "Yeah, so tiring. My back and legs are aching."
Song Qian retorted, "Don't say such discouraging things! We need to lose weight! Lose weight!!" while making
exaggerated and comical swimming motions.
Ye Chan was the housewife of a couple living in the house next to the coffee shop. She came to the shop almost every day to
smoke and drink coffee, gossiping with the other housewives in the neighborhood about trivial
gossip.
The other woman, Song Qian, was also a resident of the area. Although she looked young, her voice was mature, and her behavior 　　gave
the impression of someone much more mature than her age.
Song Qian feigned anger, saying, "Do you also think I'm too fat, so you don't offer us anything to eat?" 　　Liu Yan quickly said, "No! Nothing like that! So, the usual, one coffee and one pastry?" 　　Ye Chan said, "Oh dear, are you having an important conversation? If it's inconvenient, we can 　　come back later?" As she spoke, she gave the male customer in front of Liu Yan a curious look. 　　Ye Chan had noticed the man talking to Liu Yan when she entered; he was dressed in an expensive, well-tailored suit, 　　exuding a noble air, but such men were rare in this suburban coffee shop. 　　Lu Sen said, "No, I'm leaving now." He put down his coffee cup and stood up. Liu Yan said, " 　　I'm sorry, we didn't chat for long. Welcome back next time." 　　Lu Sen said, "I hope you'll seriously consider what we discussed today. Even if it's for Cheng Qiang's growth, I hope 　　to get an answer by the next time we meet. That's all for today, goodbye!" With 　　a "ding-a-ling," 　　the man nodded to Liu Yan behind the counter, opened the door, and disappeared into the warm summer sunset 　　. 　　The shop returned to silence, with only the sound of jazz music from the record player remaining. 　　As the chair was pulled out, Ye Chan spoke. 　　"Are you planning to remarry that person?" Ye Chan asked, her eyes narrowed, a curious glint in them. 　　Song Qian also leaned towards the counter. 　　Liu Yan replied, "Remarrying is too early… that person has only been dead for three years…" 　　Song Qian added, "It's not that you're completely without the thought, is it?" 　　Ye Chan continued, "Besides, your son, Cheng Qiang, also wants a father, doesn't he?" 　　Liu Yan didn't answer, smiling forlornly as she poured the warm 　　liquid from the glass coffee pot into her cup. 　　Liu Yan's husband, Cheng Jin, had died suddenly in a traffic accident three years ago. Their happy marriage ended abruptly due to the death of her beloved husband 　　. Grief-stricken, Liu Yan, along with her son Cheng Qiang, relied on 　　the coffee shop left by her deceased husband in a small alley, shouldering the burden of life alone. 　　Liu Yan: "Lu Sen is a good person, and Cheng Qiang does need a father. I understand the logic, but..." 　　Song Qian: "And he seems to be rich, right? If he remarries, there's no need for him to work so hard running this shop, 　　right? He must have considered that too." She gave a suggestive smile while taking a small sip of her coffee. 　　Ye Chan: "Besides, a beauty like Liu Yan, men can't take their eyes off her." 　　Liu Yan: "...Please don't tease me...I'm already middle-aged..." 　　Song Qian: "Tell me more details." "Huh?" 　　The two women, full of gossip and pressing her, made Liu Yan hesitate, quickly looking around 　　to find a way to escape. The orange sunlight had faded into a sliver on the horizon. 　　Liu Yan: "Ah...sorry, it's getting dark, I need to light the decorative oil lamps at the entrance." 　　Liu Yan, running away from the two gossipy women as if fleeing, went outside and lit the lamps hanging at the entrance .

An oil lamp flickered, its warm flame illuminating the dark alley.
Ye Chan and Song Qian continued their conversation in hushed tones, unheard by Liu Yan.
Ye Chan: "Remarriage will be difficult..."
Song Qian: "It's a bit out of the ordinary. Looks like we need to move things up a bit."
Their quiet conversation went unnoticed by Liu Yan outside. At that moment, she was squatting down,
writing the dinner menu on the blackboard by the door.
Ye Chan: "We have to speed things up... Let's start enjoying ourselves now..." She downed her
slightly cold coffee in one gulp, her pale fingers, painted with bright red nail polish, gently tracing the lipstick residue on the rim of the cup
.
Watching Liu Yan busy outside, the two housewives exchanged chilling smirks.
As the last tram pulled out of the station, the suburban shopping street finally fell silent, and the '
Lailah' coffee shop closed for the day. The light from the oil lamp disappeared at the alley entrance, and the iron
security door was pulled down.
In the deserted shop, Liu Yan sat wearily behind the counter.
"Remarriage? Sigh..."
She leaned against the counter, her face pressed against the hard, cold surface, the heat seeping into her cheeks. With a sigh
, a thin layer of condensation formed again on the surface she had painstakingly cleaned.
"...If you were alive, you wouldn't have to think about these things..."
Lu Sen was Cheng Jin's best friend from university, and for the past few months, he had been proposing to Liu Yan
. Liu Yan closed her eyes, her husband's and Lu Sen's images flashing through her mind.
When the coffee shop was founded, it was thanks to Lu Sen's tireless help that Cheng Jin, who wasn't wealthy, was able to realize his dream of owning a coffee shop.
After Cheng Jin's death, Lu Sen continued to support Liu Yan and her son like family. Although Liu Yan didn't want to remarry,
she couldn't help but hesitate in the face of a proposal from someone she trusted so much. The image of her son sleeping in the room upstairs
flashed through her mind. (Son, he probably doesn't even remember what his father looks like anymore...) Liu Yan
thought silently.
A "thud" interrupted Liu Yan's thoughts. The shop, with the air conditioning off, felt slightly stuffy
.
Liu Yan (...The back door? Is a stray cat rummaging through the trash?)
The coffee shop "Lailah" was a combined residential and commercial space. The entrance to the residence was at the back door of the shop
, visible from behind the counter. Liu Yan turned around and saw a familiar figure standing there.
Liu Yan "Ye Chan? Why are you here at this hour?"
Ye Chan approached Liu Yan with the same friendly smile as when they met during the day, but in her hand she was toying with a
gleaming, sharp dagger.
Ye Chan "Don't move around, and don't shout, or it will hurt."
The friendly smile remained on Ye Chan's face, but the cold blade was pressed against Liu Yan's neck. This
unbelievable sight confused Liu Yan.
"Hurry up! Time is tight!" Song Qian,
who followed Ye Chan in, grabbed Liu Yan's arm from behind and pulled her
up from the wooden chair.
Liu Yan cried out, "No! It hurts! It hurts so much! Let go! Song Qian, please let me go!" Her arm was twisted painfully, and Liu Yan
screamed and struggled.
Ye Chan said, "You're such a disobedient sow. If you keep making a fuss, I'll stab this knife into your soft lower abdomen
! Do you want to die?" Ye Chan pressed the sharp knife tightly against Liu Yan's lower abdomen, the coldness of the blade seeping through Liu
Yan's apron.
Liu Yan cried out, "Ah, don't stab me!" The coldness and stinging pain in her lower abdomen made her tremble and stand there,
too afraid to move. Fear made Liu Yan's throat dry, and cold sweat kept pouring out under her clothes, congealing on her alabaster
skin.
Song Qian said, "If you dare to move, I'll stab you in." She took out a roll of rope as she spoke. From behind, Liu Yan's
hands were tightly bound together, then she was forced to sit on the counter. Her slender ankles were tied with rope, and
using the café's ceiling beams, her legs were spread wide apart.
The strong rope bound Liu Yan tightly, turning her into a
shameful mass of flesh displayed on the counter, unable to close her legs or move her arms.
Song Qian said, "The rope is beautiful, embedded in her body; it will definitely leave marks on this beautiful, snow-white skin."
Liu Yan stammered, "Why...why...why do you do this to me?" Her trembling, vibrant red lips uttered
broken words.
Ye Chan said, "It's just a matter of life's pressures. I wanted to earn some pocket money with my little hobby. Training sows and selling
photos and videos, just to make a little money. I don't think the beautiful Liu Yan, who's always been pampered, knows about that
dark world."
Song Qian laughed, "Oh my, do you think you're friends with us? We only started dating
you to turn you into a money-making sow!" She looked at Liu Yan with contempt while letting out a piercing laugh.
Liu Yan said, "Huh? Sow... I don't understand what you're talking about at all!"
Song Qian didn't answer, but reached out and grabbed Liu Yan's shirt collar forcefully. Without any hesitation,
she tore open Liu Yan's shirt and skillfully ripped off her bra as well. The warm lighting in the shop illuminated Liu Yan's
alluring and delicate skin.
Liu Yan: "No!!!"
Song Qian: "Hmph! You really are a sow, using those lewd big tits to seduce that Lu Sen into marrying you, this
second-hand jinx, right?"
Ye Chan: "These brown areolas are also very big and lewd, try them out and see how they feel..." A lewd light
shone in Ye Chan's pupils as she reached out and grabbed one of Liu Yan's full, soft breasts,
her sharp nails, painted with scarlet nail polish, scraping the light brown nipple. The large nipple
bounced up and down pitifully with the movement of her fingers.
Liu Yan: "Ah... um... stop, stop, don't scrape anymore! Waaah... I didn't seduce Lu Sen!" Ye
Chan stopped scraping with her nails, but she quickly pinched the protruding
nipple with her sharp index and thumb nails, and the sharp pain from the most sensitive and delicate part made Liu Yan let out a cry of pain.
Song Qian: "Haha, just a slight touch to your nipples and you're already this hard, Liu Yan. I wasn't wrong
, was I? You really are a wanton sow who goes into heat at will."
Sweat dripped from Liu Yan's flushed cheeks. After her husband's death, even masturbation felt sinful to Liu Yan, whose body was
unusually sensitive. She was at the age where her desires were at their peak. Although she resisted in her heart, her body was honest. Although her nipples were being played with
in a way that could hardly be called gentle, the pain gave her a strange pleasure. This pleasure made her
face burn with shame, and she could only endure it while turning her head to one side.
Ye Chan: "Your nipples are erect, Liu Yan's nipples are really slutty. Do you fantasize every day about having that
man knead your horny nipples?" As she spoke, she pinched Liu Yan's nipples, rhythmically pulling and shaking
them. Her large breasts, like ripe fruit, rippled with waves of erotic
flesh in rhythm with this movement.
Liu Yan, "Ah... um... ah... it's not like that with Lu Sen!"
She protested while enduring wave after wave of shameful pleasure from her breasts.
Song Qian, "You're lying, aren't you? You sow! Hmm? Your husband's been dead for three years, this wanton body
must be sexually frustrated, right?"
Ye Chan, "Hmm, take off those clothes that are in the way." Ye Chan, with a wicked grin, stroked her
fleshy thighs and slender ankles tightly wrapped in black stockings.
Song Qian, "Haha, speaking of which, Liu Yan, at this age you're still wearing such cute and innocent little panties."
As she spoke, she used the knife in her hand to insert it along the edge of the white cotton panties, close to Liu Yan's plump mons pubis.
Her body, heated by shame, felt the cold blade even more realistically, and
a layer of fine goosebumps rose on her plump thighs.
Liu Yan, "Ah, please stop, please!" She pleaded, her voice trembling with tears.
"Sizzle."
The sharp blade cleanly sliced the white panties in two at the crotch, leaving them as pitiful pieces on the ground.
Under the light, Liu Yan was finally completely naked. Her glossy pubic hair, exuding the allure of a mature woman,
formed a perfect triangle, revealing a luscious, fleshy cleft below, and her heavy, swaying breasts.
Everything that had covered these beautiful parts was gone. Liu
Yan cried out, "Ah…no…don't look…please don't look…" Exposing
these parts to people other than her husband for the first time, even though she was also a woman, still filled Liu Yan with shame, especially since
the eyes of these two women burned with naked lust. She tried to close her legs or cover her
breasts with her hands, but the strong ropes made her attempts as ridiculous as a frog pinned to a laboratory table
, only tightening the ropes around her ankles and arms
.
"Quite thick and bushy pubic hair, looks like a really strong desire," Ye Chan
said with a contemptuous laugh as she forcefully pulled on Liu Yan's pubic hair.
Song Qian added, "So you have to shave it all off, so the sow can more clearly display her cunt."
The two women pulled on Liu Yan's pubic hair without any mercy, the pain in her lower body contorting her face.
But what tormented her even more than the physical pain was the shame of being completely at their mercy, like a fish on a chopping board.
Ye Chan: "So next, we'll shave all of Liu Yan's dirty pubic hair off, turning her into a bald, lewd
cunt. That way, when others see your genitals, they'll know you're a perverted sow, hehe."
Liu Yan said desperately, "Why can such cruel words come out of your mouth so calmly
..."
Song Qian: "Liu Yan, stop talking nonsense. Don't move around. The razor is very sharp. If you move around
, this important place will be covered in blood." While licking her scarlet lips,
she pressed the sharp razor against Liu Yan's plump mons pubis and slowly slid it.
"Sizzle, sizzle." With a slight sound, clumps of curly hair from between Liu Yan's thighs fell to the ground.
Liu Yan: "Ugh... ugh... this... this kind of thing..." The cold blade licked her lower abdomen, and
the part where the blade touched her skin felt like poison seeping into her skin.
"Look, the dirty pig hair has been beautifully shaved clean, and the sow's cunt must feel much better now, right?" Song Qian
said. Liu Yan cried out, "Ah... please don't say that to me anymore... I'm so embarrassed..."
Song Qian ignored Liu Yan's cries and reached out to stroke Liu Yan's crotch, where she had just shaved her pubic hair
. The remaining stubble made Liu Yan feel a tingling sensation.
Ye Chan continued to humiliate Liu Yan with words, "Liu Yan, look, it's pretty, isn't it? A middle-aged woman's cunt,
but you shaved it all off to pretend to be young, trying to seduce young dicks to fuck your loose old cunt?"
Liu Yan cried out, "Ah... so cruel..."
The hair growing in Liu Yan's genitals was scattered all over the floor, and the lush forest on her lower abdomen had become
a wasteland like a man's chin after shaving. The skin that was originally protected by pubic hair and was exceptionally delicate was exposed
.
"Even though you've shaved off all the pig hair, these dark, dirty, loose labia can't lie, right, Liu Yan?" Song Qian
said, pulling at Liu Yan's labia with her fingers, spreading them apart to reveal the flower-like vaginal opening.
Then she released them, and the poor labia snapped back, curling up like black worms. She repeated this repeated,
mercilessly playing with Liu Yan's sensitive private parts, causing her vagina to spasm in waves. Not only that, she extended
her middle finger, as if to locate her anus, groping back and forth in Liu Yan's buttocks, constantly brushing her fingernail across
the folds of flesh above her anus. A tingling, electric current emanated from there, crawling across Liu Yan's back, and Liu Yan weakly
twisted her plump buttocks.
Ye Chan: "Haha, just as I thought. This woman is perfect for being trained as a sex toy."
Song Qian: "Liu Yan, did you hear that? You're about to become a sex toy that feeds on semen.
Isn't that perfect for a lewd woman like you who goes crazy at the sight of a penis?"
Liu Yan resolutely said, "Hmph! I'm not a sow or a sex toy or anything like that. I won't obey you blindly
, no, absolutely not!"
However, Ye Chan and Song Qian both wore cold smiles, as if they found Liu Yan's resistance quite amusing.
" It's the same as love."
Ye Chan said, "No matter what you think, let me emphasize again, becoming a sex toy is your only final destination!"
With these words, Liu Yan suddenly felt a foreign object in her anus, as if something was trying to twist and crawl inside. For Liu Yan, this was the first time in her life that she had felt this way, 　　an unpleasant feeling that made her feel weak
from the waist down . 　　Song Qian said in a playful tone, "Liu Yan, guess what's crawling into your asshole? Hint 　　: Something from the kitchen!" 　　Liu Yan cried out, "Ah...ah...what is it? It's so hard, so cold! Stop, stop! 　　My anus is going to split open!" 　　Ye Chan laughed maniacally, "Haha, the correct answer is a carrot, a hard, thick carrot. Is that 　　what Liu Yan likes to eat? I'm going to feed the whole thing to your asshole!" 　　"Sizzle!" 　　Ye Chan gripped the root of the carrot tightly, the tip already inserted into Liu Yan's brown anus. She twisted and 　　pushed forcefully in, Liu Yan screamed, her back tensing like a spring, trying to escape the foreign object in her anus 　　, but her tightly bound legs rendered her efforts futile. 　　Liu Yan: "Ah! Ah! No! Such a thick carrot, if you insert the whole thing, it'll break, my asshole 　　will break!" 　　Ye Chan's eyes gleamed with sadistic light. "It's already inserted right in the middle, the folds of my anus are slowly being stretched open 　　... what a beautiful scene." As she spoke, the red carrot was slowly pushed into Liu Yan's 　　anus. 　　Liu Yan: "Ahhh!" As the thickest part of the carrot was pushed into her anus, Liu Yan screamed loudly. 　　Ye Chan: "You say no, but your asshole is happily eating the carrot, and your pussy is all wet 　　. Does it feel good to have your asshole penetrated?" 　　Song Qian: "I told you long ago, this perverted and lewd woman definitely has anal pleasure, right? Liu Yan, 　　are you about to have an orgasm with this cum-producing hole? Your dead husband used to fuck your asshole all the time, didn't he?" 　　While insulting Liu Yan with vicious language, she grabbed her two plump buttocks and spread them apart 　　. 　　The anus, stretched open by the carrot, pitifully contracted, trying to expel the foreign object that had invaded her body. But 　　Ye Chan's hand held the base of the carrot firmly in place. 　　Liu Yan cried out, "Waaah... there's no such thing as an orgasm in the anus! Don't insult my 　　husband, waaaah..." Ye Chan's words pierced the most intolerable part of Liu Yan's heart, and she burst into tears 　　. 　　Watching Liu Yan struggle and be restrained, Song Qian laughed gleefully. 　　Ye Chan released her hand, and the carrot was squeezed out by the anal sphincter, but after only a small 　　portion was expelled, Ye Chan forcefully pushed it back in. 　　Liu Yan cried out, "Ahhh! It's going to break! Take the carrot out of my ass!" The contracting sphincter 　　was forcibly pushed open again, causing Liu Yan even more intense pain. She closed her eyes and screamed loudly. 　　Song Qian: "Liu Yan, you're so vulgar to want to poop in front of others. You have to hold it in 　　, or I'll push it back in." 　　Ye Chan: "There are sausages, look." Ye Chan, who was in the refrigerator, took out a bag containing 　　sausages sold in deli shops. They were about 3 cm in diameter. "Look, your cunt is lonely too, it's already 　　so wet, so put them all in, you're welcome." 　　Liu Yan: "No...no...at least take the carrot out...please...ah..." 　　Ye Chan played with Liu Yan's clitoris with her fingertips while stuffing sausages into Liu Yan's vagina, one...two 　　...three, filling Liu Yan's vagina completely, leaving no gaps... 　　Liu Yan: "Waaah...no...pull them out...it's going to burst..." 　　Song Qian: "Liu Yan, after you put sausages in your cunt, it's like you've grown a penis, 　　it's so perverted and vulgar." While saying this, she used her hand to thrust in and out of the sausages and carrots. 　　Bound and writhing in agony, the ropes binding her flesh chafed so deeply that the surrounding skin turned 　　red, as if it were about to bleed. 　　"Ah...mmm...ah..." 　　Gasps, a mixture of pleasure and pain, escaped from Liu Yan's slightly parted red lips. 　　Song Qian exclaimed, "There's so much liquid on the sausage! What is this smelly liquid, Liu Yan?!" 　　Ye Chan chimed in, "You're already so wet, yet you keep saying you hate it. You're clearly enjoying it!" She 　　quickened her movements with the carrot and sausage. Slowly, the fluid flowing from between Liu Yan's legs was churned 　　into white foam, spraying onto the floor. 　　Liu Yan screamed, "Ah! No!! Ahhhhhhh!!!" She writhed desperately, 　　letting out a beastly roar. Tears, sweat, saliva, snot, vaginal fluid… all sorts of bodily fluids 　　spurted with her voluptuous body, gleaming lewdly under the light, flowing and dripping down her smooth, ripe skin 　　… Accompanied by intense vaginal spasms, the sausage from her cunt and the carrot from her anus were also squeezed 　　out, landing with thuds on the floor. Liu Yan experienced 　　an intense orgasm—no, even more intense than she had ever experienced while her husband was alive—the most powerful orgasm of her life… 　　Song Qian said, “It looks like you went really hard. So much vaginal fluid is flowing from your crotch. Looks like we’ll have to 　　clean this up properly later. No customer will want to come to a coffee shop that smells like that 　　.” 　　Liu Yan sobbed, “Ah, ah… It’s already like this… No… How could this happen… Waaah… Waaah…” 　　The tingling pleasure of reaching climax in front of others, and the shame that was even stronger than the climax, two completely different feelings, made 　　her sob in confusion… Tears of regret streamed down her cheeks, falling onto her trembling, burning breasts, then over her 　　shaved mons pubis, mixing with the thick, viscous fluid, just like her feelings. 　　Song Qian said, “This hard-earned result shouldn’t be wasted. Let’s take a picture to commemorate Liu Ying!” As she spoke, 　　she grabbed Liu Yan’s hair, pulled her limp face up, and pointed it at the camera held up by Ye Chan. 　　Liu Yan, her eyes brimming with tears, stared blankly at the camera lens, her gaze unfocused, but the digital camera opposite her...

She instantly focused, but the flash and shutter sound below clearly reminded her
what had happened.
Ye Chan said jokingly, "Great photos! Liu Yan's face, her cunt with the sausage, her
asshole stretched open by the carrot—all very clear. What to do next? Get them printed?" Liu Yan pleaded weakly, 　　"No…don't take pictures like this…take the camera away…" Her only response was an 　　even louder barrage of camera shutters
. Liu Yan tried to lower her head, but Song Qian grabbed her hair tightly, leaving 　　her no strength to resist… Amidst the constant flashes and clicking of camera shutters, Liu Yan's mind 　　gradually went blank… 　　… 　　… 　　… 　　Cold… So cold… This was Liu Yan's first sensation upon regaining consciousness. Her vision slowly focused; she saw 　　a red high heel. She realized she was lying on the cold floor, the ropes binding her limbs had 　　been untied. Only the burning pain on her skin reminded her of what had just happened. She tried to stand up, 　　but the red high heel stepped on her face, rendering her unable to move… unable to see… Ye Chan's familiar voice 　　came, “So we're going back now. What are you planning to do next? It seems like you only have two 　　options: call the police or run away?” 　　Song Qian replied, “The two of us…” Underground. " The world is full of relationships, you know. Running away or calling the police 　　won't help. In that case, poor little Cheng Qiang might become a victim. 　　There are many people in this world who like cute boys..." 　　Liu Yan cried out. "Cheng Qiang... don't hurt Cheng Qiang!" Her husband is dead, and she must protect her son... only that 　　child is left... Trampled under her feet, Liu Yan cried out in pain. Because she was being trampled, she could only let out a low, mosquito-like 　　cry, but one could feel the immense sorrow within it. 　　Liu Yan then said firmly, "I won't call the police, and I won't run away... but I'm not the kind of 　　woman you're talking about, a sex toy or anything. No matter what you do, it's all in vain." 　　Ye Chan said indifferently, "Oh well, whatever you say, but it won't change anything." 　　Song Qian said from the side, "Speaking of which, haven't you felt anything different about your body?" 　　Liu Chan removed her foot from Liu Yan's cheek, and Liu Yan slowly stood up, looking at her body uneasily 　　. 　　Liu Yan: "Huh? What's this?" She noticed she was wearing 　　underwear that looked like it was made of metal and leather, apparently forced on her while she was unconscious. A sturdy-looking 　　brass lock hung on the buckle around her waist. 　　Liu Yan tried to take it off, but she couldn't even move it slightly, let alone take it off. 　　"Ugh... I can't get it off at all... what should I do..." 　　Ye Chan waved the key on her finger and said, "Without the key, don't even think about taking it off. The waist part 　　is also made of a special alloy." 　　Song Qian added, "Ordinary chastity belts have holes for excretion, but this is a special custom version, 　　it doesn't have any holes for excretion." 　　Just as Song Qian said, this chastity belt completely covered Liu Yan's private parts, 　　without any gaps. 　　Ye Chan picked up something from the floor, which looked like a rubber ball with a tube attached, and then walked 　　behind Liu Yan, attaching the tube to a small hole in the anus of the chastity belt. 　　Liu Yan felt something strange in her anus and silently thought (something seemed to have been inserted into her buttocks?). 　　Ye Chan began pressing the rubber ball in her hand. 　　"Plop!" With a sound of airflow, Liu Yan felt the thing in her anus expand, 　　and she let out a surprised groan. 　　Liu Yan: "Ah...ah...what...what is this..." 　　Ye Chan: "It's a balloon anal plug, nothing serious, it just expands in your anus like a balloon . 　　" 　　"Plop plop." Ye Chan kept squeezing the ball. 　　Liu Yan felt her anus being slowly stretched open from the inside, and she hurriedly said in a panic, "Um...gur...ah, 　　my anus is being stretched open, ah, it hurts, Ye Chan, let the air out of the balloon, let it out quickly!" Liu Yan's anus was 　　stretched open by a force even greater than the carrot from before. 　　Ye Chan mischievously said, "Impossible! It can't be pulled out like this! It has to be at least a week later. 　　And whether it can be pulled out after another week depends on your performance or our mood. So, you have to try your best 　　to please us! Good luck, I believe in you!" 　　After hearing Ye Chan's words, Liu Yan's face was filled with despair. Click, accompanied by the metallic sound, Ye Chan deftly locked 　　the air hole of the anal plug on the 　　chastity belt after injecting enough air . 　　Ye Chan said cheerfully, "That's it! Without the key, it's impossible to open. The balloon 　　anal plug is also fully inflated. If it's not opened, excretion is absolutely impossible!" 　　Upon hearing this, Liu Yan began to tremble uncontrollably. With a trembling voice, she said, "This...this...do I have to 　　stay like this for a week? I can't even go to the bathroom?" 　　Ye Chan smiled and spoke cruelly in a relaxed tone, "Well, as far as I know, urinating should 　　n't be a problem; it can leak from the edge of the chastity belt. Defecation is definitely out of the question, but it 　　doesn't really matter. A week without defecating won't kill you," 　　Song Qian chimed in. "So, enjoy this week of urinating in the chastity belt. 　　What's that saying again? 'A moment of wet heat,' haha!" 　　After saying that, she ignored Liu Yan and walked out the back door. 　　The coffee shop, still reeking of lewdness and stench, was left with only Liu Yan. Exhausted, 　　Liu Yan tidied up the mess and saw her deceased husband's portrait on the altar. 　　Liu Yan cried out, "You...waaaah...waaaah...what...what should I do!" Liu Yan took down the portrait, 　　hugged it to her arms, collapsed to the ground, and burst into tears. 　　Her journey through hell has only just begun...

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