【A Strange Encounter in the Dance Hall】(03) Author: willerection

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Section 3: An Undeserved Disaster

After a while, I pushed Yan Hai away: "It's too hot, I'm going to take a shower."

Saying this, I got up, took off my clothes which had fallen to my waist, and walked heavily towards the bathroom. I stood under
the showerhead , quietly, so quiet I could hear my heart pounding. I felt the semen inside me
slowly flowing down my inner thighs, and next to this watermark were dried, even slightly peeling white
marks. Thinking back on the events of the past two days, it felt like a dream. I gently stroked my buttocks,
where there was still dried semen left from our recent lovemaking. I slowly rubbed it, suddenly feeling
conflicted, and couldn't help but sigh deeply in unease.

Yan Hai seemed to notice something amiss outside. He asked, "What's wrong? Why
haven't you ?"

I snapped out of my daze and replied, "Ah... I was using the toilet." I walked to the toilet and pressed
the flush button.

"Whoosh..." With a sound of water draining, I returned to the showerhead and turned on the water.
Warm water trickled down my hair, over my breasts, down my abdomen, and onto my thighs. A stream of water flowed down my abdomen towards my
"black jungle," and I felt it could wash away all the filth from my body, along with that greedy, lustful heart. I
instinctively parted the labia of my vagina and reached in. A slippery, warm sensation washed over me. I used my middle
and index fingers to probe deeper, digging and probing, and sticky liquid was drawn out in waves. I didn't
know if it was vaginal fluid or semen, but I hoped it was semen—those streams of semen I didn't want.

But as my two fingers probed, I felt my breathing become increasingly rapid. I slightly bent my knees, spread my thighs, and
inserted my fingers deeper into my vagina. I thought I was just trying to wash away the semen inside me, but the deeper I
inserted them, the more my blood swelled and my breathing became rapid. I pinched my swollen clitoris, grabbed the showerhead, and sprayed
water upwards onto my vagina. I felt as if a thousand tiny insects were crawling over me, and warm water
kept . I increased the force and depth of insertion, and soon I felt a gush of warm
liquid spurt out. I collapsed weakly onto the wet floor.

The showerhead fell to the ground, spraying high towards the wall and door, gradually filling the bathroom with thick steam.
I gasped for breath, my heart pounding even faster, but this act of masturbation made me calmer. I
thought to myself, I really am a woman with incorrigible lust, but has this move gone too far, or
made a mistake?

I quickly showered and came out wrapped in a towel. I saw Yan Hai sitting on the sofa, playing on his phone.
He was wearing shorts, shirtless, and resting his arms on his knees. Seeing me, he locked his phone and placed it face down on the coffee table.
His face was oily from his recent activity, and he stared at me, seemingly wanting to say something. But I
wanted to say something to him more. We stared at each other for a moment, then he turned to look at the bathroom, stood up, and
I noticed that his penis was erect. He awkwardly walked quickly towards the
bathroom . This action immediately made me suspect what he had been looking at on his phone.

After hearing the bathroom door click shut, I checked his phone.
The password hadn't changed, but the image that appeared the moment I unlocked it stunned me.

It was a woman's back, being embraced by a burly man, his penis inserted into
her vagina. The woman had long hair, and her back was completely white. Because it was dimly lit,
I couldn't see the man's face clearly. Because it was taken with a mobile phone, the whole picture is very noisy. But
others may not know, but do you think I don't? This is the photo of me and Qiao Wei making love in the dance hall's private room that night,
and the person who took this photo... this man chatting with Yan Hai... Zhang Qiang!!!

Zhang Qiang!!! Could it be that so-called "Little Brother Zhang"? My heart was pounding, "thump thump thump, thump thump thump."
I quickly looked up what they had been chatting about.

It turned out that Zhang Qiang and Yan Hai were elementary school classmates, who met at a chance class reunion. Their early messages
were from a year ago. After that class reunion a year ago, they exchanged brief greetings and then never spoke again.
This time, Yan Hai came to my city to visit, and since Zhang Qiang was also there, he contacted Zhang Qiang immediately. When it came to
my turn, Zhang Qiang brought it up: Zhang Qiang: "You know what? I recently slept with a really great girl, but unfortunately
she's already my buddy's woman. But it was worth it!! Haha."

Yan Hai: "How was she? Pretty, right?"

Zhang Qiang: "Absolutely amazing. She looked so pitiful, but I never expected her to be such a slut.
Her tits are huge. It's a pity I didn't get to fuck her pussy, otherwise I feel like my life would be worth it."

Yan Hai: "She's just a woman, is it really that big of a deal?"

Zhang Qiang: "You don't know how slutty she is. I was practically exhausted from ejaculating that day. I'll send you a picture."

Then came photos of me being fucked by many men that night, but most of them were blurry, and they were all photos of
Qiao Wei dripping down, with me lying in the middle, and the men fucking my ass from behind. Fortunately, most of the photos
were blurry because of the "actions" of those guys, so Yan Hai probably didn't recognize me.

Yan Hai: "What a top-notch woman. You guys really dare to play around. You even let your buddy's woman fuck you. You
're really sharing the good fortune!" He then sent a lewd smiley face.

Then nothing happened. I saw Zhang Qiang constantly sending photos, and I felt a surge of anger, but I was still
worried about what would happen if he photographed my face. Zhang Qiang sent one after another, and I looked at them one by one. Some were taken from behind
, some from above. That night, I was almost unconscious from being fucked, and afterwards my hair was disheveled, thankfully
covering my face. I turned off my phone screen, placed it on the coffee table, and sat blankly on the sofa. My head
suddenly started buzzing. I sighed slowly, and my heartbeat calmed down a little. I heard
the sound of water dripping from the bathroom.

After a while, the water stopped. Then there was a click, and I was startled, staring at the bathroom.
I heard the door open with a whoosh, and my heart suddenly raced. Yan Hai came out with wet hair, wrapped in a towel,
also staring at me as he walked towards me. His eyes were calm and unsmiling, and I wondered if he had seen...
Thinking of what was happening, I immediately got up, intending to go to the bedroom to change. He grabbed me, and I froze, my heart pounding again .
"Thump, thump, thump,"

I took a deep breath and smiled at him. "I'll go to the bedroom to change."

He pulled me forcefully onto the sofa, the force causing me to fall unexpectedly. Once I
was seated , he stood in front of me, his hands braced against the back of the sofa, completely
restricting my movement. I glanced to the sides; his muscular arms bulged, veins bulging, his pectoral muscles
trembling powerfully under his weight. I stared at him, my heart racing, making my breathing even more rapid.

I thought, "Did he realize I was being coy? Is that why he deliberately left his phone on the coffee table for me to see? Am I in for a beating
today ?" Thinking this, I inexplicably felt relieved. Rather than living in fear, I might as well go all out.
After all, if I really tried to fight him head-on, I wouldn't win.

I sighed softly and tried to smile. "What? You won't let me change my clothes?"

Seeing that his expression didn't change, I tried to push his arm away, but he was surprisingly strong, holding me firmly
in place. I immediately got angry. I bent my left arm and tried to stand up, bracing myself against his body,
trying the moment he stood up, he grabbed me and forcefully threw me onto a
wider sofa. With a "thud," I hit the back of the sofa and landed heavily. This
sudden movement caused the bath towel wrapped around me to slip off, revealing my freshly washed, clean body and the faint red marks on my chest
from the struggle.

I thought, "Oh no, he must have noticed, otherwise why is he so angry?!" I
didn't want to be a lamb to the slaughter. Taking advantage of this opening, I quickly ran towards the bedroom in the opposite direction. Seeing me
running towards my bedroom, he rushed over and grabbed my hair.

He practically gritted his teeth as he said, "You slut, you like double penetration, don't you? You like being fucked by big dicks,
don't you? You like being slapped while being fucked by men, don't you? How many men have fucked your cunt? No wonder your
tits are getting bigger and bigger. Before I started squeezing them, I had no shortage of men squeezing them for me! Shouldn't I thank them?
Hmm!!!"

He grabbed my hair with one hand and choked my neck with the other. His lips were tightly pressed together, his eyes
wide, and the veins on his neck bulged as he lifted my neck sharply. He picked up the stockings I had taken
off tightly behind my back.
He then forcefully tore the sofa cover into strips and tied them around my ankles and knees. Then, with a gentle push, I fell limply to the floor, my hair scattered everywhere. At that moment,
all my fear suddenly vanished, as if this fall had shattered all my burdens, fears, heartbeats, and tension.
As if I had resigned myself to my fate…

While I was lost in thought, he grabbed a pair of underwear and stuffed it into my mouth. I struggled fiercely,
but I couldn't break free from his arms. I was now utterly helpless.

Then, he picked me up and carried me into the kitchen. I saw a vicious, wicked smile creep onto his lips.
He closed the window, turned on the gas stove, lit it, and then turned it down low, until the flame went out. But I
could hear the faint hissing sound of the stove—he was releasing gas! I struggled in terror, whimpering.
Seeing me writhing on the floor, he kicked me in the stomach. I doubled over in pain, motionless. There was a slam of
the sliding a click. He had locked me in the kitchen. My fear
intensified. I pounded my head against the sliding glass door, imagining myself about to die in this place,
completely naked. An indescribable sense of shame and anger drove me to struggle desperately, but the door was
tempered glass. My head swelled up from the pounding, but it wouldn't budge. I braced my head against the glass, trying to kneel up
. Looking around the room, Yan Hai seemed to be gone. This only spurred me
to try , but after several attempts, I realized I couldn't get up. In this enclosed space, I
was almost suffocating. Sweat dripped from my forehead. Soon, I smelled gas, a foul odor that
constantly assaulted my senses. I felt like I was about to faint, but I couldn't
stop . I hooked my feet on the cabinet handles, bent over, and pounded the glass with my side. "Thump...thump
...thump...thump..."

Sweat gathered on my shoulders, stomach, thighs, and heels. My body began
to slip on the floor, and my neck ached so much I could barely lift it. I stared helplessly at the doors to the living room, dining room, and bedroom, almost
bursting into tears. I searched everywhere for Yan Hai. Where had he gone? Just as I was about to collapse in despair and weep
, I heard a series of knocks on the glass. I looked up as if I saw a glimmer of hope, and there was Yan Hai.
I strained to keep my head up, staring at him, sobbing uncontrollably. I hoped he would see my remorse. My face
was streaked with tears and snot, my hair a tangled mess, and the strong smell of gas filled me with weakness and fear. I saw Yan Hai squat
down . I heard him say something, but I couldn't make out what he was saying. My head felt incredibly heavy, and my eyelids
were heavy too. The booming "buzz...buzz..." still echoed in my ears. I couldn't hold on any longer. My head
slumped down, and I closed my eyes.

I dreamt that a man was holding my hand, walking with me on a sunny road. His back was to me, but I
felt it was Qiao Wei. He seemed to be talking to me, but I couldn't hear him. Looking at his handsome short
hair, broad shoulders, and strong arms, I couldn't help but want to snuggle into his arms. I felt so
happy . He turned around, smiling broadly. He really looked good when he smiled, with white teeth and captivating
eyes that sparkled. Suddenly, I wanted to reach out and hug him, but my hands wouldn't move. I opened my eyes abruptly. It
was Yan Hai. He was smiling at me, but that smile had an eerie quality to it.

I was lying on my bed in my own bedroom. He had used strips of cloth torn from a sofa cover to tightly bind my four limbs to
the bed, leaving me sprawled out on the bed.

He held a lighter and a candle in his hand. Seeing that I was awake, he lit the candle and climbed onto the bed: "You
slut, I'm letting you die without giving you a proper beating, that's too easy on you! Tell me, should I burn your cunt first,
or your tits?"

Seeing this, I realized I had no choice but to give in: "Brother Yan, please, don't do this.
Tell me what I did wrong, and I'll change!"

"I bet you can't change your slutty personality, huh? Want me to get a few more strong men to fuck you?"
he asked tentatively.

"What are you talking about? I'm yours, how can I have sex with someone else!"

Hearing this only fueled his anger, and he poured melted wax onto my lower abdomen. I
instinctively struggled in pain, but my legs were bound, so I could only struggle to turn to my side.

Seeing my pain, he was even more pleased. He continued to drip wax along my pubic hair, each drop
causing me to tremble and struggle. Slowly, my pubic area was completely covered. He dripped it down
my pubic hair, reaching my clitoris, causing me to bend over in pain.

"Hahaha, you little slut, you didn't expect this day to come when you were enjoying yourself!"

He stopped dripping wax and instead placed a candle on my pubic hair. Suddenly, I smelled burning hair
. He was actually singeing my pubic hair! I felt a burning sensation stimulating my vagina.

"I didn't expect this little slut to react. It's amazing she can still get aroused after being tortured like this!"

he said, taking an unlit candle and inserting it into my vagina. I struggled, and
he slapped my buttocks hard. The pain made me stop struggling.

He let go halfway in, and seeing the candle firmly inserted, he said, "Sure enough, this little slut can hold
the candle . Tight enough. Too bad it's been fucked by a dog. What a pity!! What a pity!!" He sighed deeply
.

Tears welled up in my eyes again, and I begged, "Please let me go, don't do this, please!!"

"I'll let you go, but you have to listen to me from now on!"

I looked at him through my teary eyes, "Then can you untie me? I'll serve you well, okay?"
I thought I had to give in now, untie me first and then we could talk things over.

He hesitated for a moment, then untied my limbs. I racked my brains, trying every
possible to escape safely! The only thing to do now is to feed him first.

"What are your orders, Master?" I knelt at the head of the bed, my hands on the edge, like a cat.

He immediately relaxed his furrowed brows, took off his athletic pants, revealing his tight
white underwear, and pointed to his penis, saying, "Lick it all, lick it until I'm satisfied!"

I crawled over and took his limp penis into my mouth through his underwear. His penis was quite large, and
even without an erection, it couldn't be fully contained in one bite. I licked his glans, feeling the rough texture of the fur on his underwear.
After a few licks, his penis gradually became erect. I started stroking it with my lips, and his penis quickly became erect,
soon reaching the top edge of his underwear, making it look like a small tent. I used my teeth to pull down his
underwear belt, and a huge, sausage-like penis sprang out, extending all the way to his navel. I licked his protruding
glans, and he let out a long, comfortable groan. I continued to stroke and lick, and soon I felt his
penis swell, with pre-ejaculate constantly secreting, emitting a faint, fishy smell. He pressed
my head down with both hands, and I made whimpering sounds, which aroused him even more. He began to
press , and just as he was about to ejaculate, he suddenly pulled his penis out.

"You little slut, we haven't fucked you yet, save this for last!"

he said, turning and leaving. When he came back in, he was holding two fishtail clamps in his hands, gesturing for me to get up.
As I stood up, my breasts stood out, and he clamped the two fishtail clamps tightly onto my pink nipples. I screamed
in pain , and he made a shushing gesture. I noticed that he was holding a video camera in his right hand. I
felt utterly defeated. Was I going to be controlled by him like this? Had everything that had just happened, and everything before, been filmed
? At this moment, I could only pretend to be happy, trying my best to please him and satisfy him.

Seeing the fear on my face as I looked at the camera, he laughed, "Come on, lie down and seduce me. I'll record it now and
watch it later!"

I was almost so angry I wanted to fight him to the death, but remembering he was a fitness instructor, fighting him
would be like throwing an egg against a rock. Helpless, I had no choice but to go along with him.

"Master, I know how to pole dance. Please allow me to prepare and change my clothes, okay?" Yan Hai agreed without any
suspicion , but he still went to the bathroom after I changed. Why the bathroom? I said
I needed a pole for pole dancing. I changed into a very sexy leather bikini lingerie set. There was only a covering
at the areolas , and the whole set was almost naked except for covering my private parts. But
it was this outfit that excited Yan Hai. His penis throbbed, and pre-ejaculate kept leaking
out. I wore a silk silver coat over my clothes, which reached down to my knees. Because the
coat was semi-transparent, it made my figure even more alluring. I placed the mop a short distance away from him
and strode over to him. He was sitting on a stool beside the bed, his penis throbbing. I first licked it
, then turned around so my buttocks faced his face, swaying back and forth. I sat down, letting his penis circle around from
behind abdomen, stroking it up and down with my hand. He couldn't resist the stimulation and grabbed my plump buttocks, squeezing them hard.
Seeing him slowly taking the bait, I turned around, opened my silver coat, and presented my breasts to his face, still placing his
penis on my abdomen, stroking it back and forth. I could hear his breathing becoming more and more rapid, and him constantly swallowing
.

Sure enough, his lustful side had been unleashed. He impatiently
grabbed my large breasts and sucked on them. I pushed him away, sat on the bed, spread my legs, and
moved my thong to the side, revealing my wet, glistening vulva. I gently parted his labia, revealing his tender pink flower, and
lightly inserted my finger, sliding it in and out, then sucking on it. He widened his eyes, wanting to pounce
.

I gently gestured for him to be quiet: "The most exciting part is about to begin, be patient,
Master !"

I stood up, gripped the mop handle, and slowly circled it,
swaying my slender waist near him, my full hips sending a fragrant breeze towards his face. He smiled, welcoming
the wonderful scent. Seeing my moment was right, I swung the mop head, spun around, and pointed it at his head.
"Bang!" He was thrown to the ground, chair and all, by the force of my swing.
I quickly dropped the mop, jumped out of the bedroom, and used the key hanging outside to lock the door.
I rushed to the sofa, wrapped a sofa cover around myself, grabbed a sharp knife from the kitchen, and charged
towards the front door. Just as I stepped out of the bedroom, I heard his deafening roar and
the sound of him angrily banging on the door. Then, with a "click," he opened the door. By then, I had reached the
elevator lobby. Knowing I absolutely couldn't take the elevator, I quickly ran down the stairs. I heard thumping
sounds —the sound of Yan Hai chasing after me.

When I had run down about three floors, I saw a middle-aged man coming out of the elevator. I ran up to him
and pleaded softly, "Please, uncle, someone is chasing me. Can I stay at your house a little longer?"

He was stunned when he saw me holding a knife in one hand and clutching the sofa cover wrapped around myself in the other. I pleaded with him anxiously
, almost crying, when he seemed to hear thumping sounds coming down the stairs. He quickly made a
shushing gesture and pulled me to their house.

When the uncle's door was locked, I let out a long sigh and collapsed to the floor.

A moment later, Yan Hai ran downstairs. Through the peephole, I saw that he was only wearing
athletic shorts and was shirtless, as if he knew I was hiding on this floor. He then knocked on every door,
knock, knock, knock!

Whenever someone opened the door, he barged in.

"Hey, are you crazy? Why are you just barging into people's homes?"

After barging into two or three houses, he started knocking on this uncle's door. I made a shushing gesture and
waved my hand, indicating he shouldn't open the door. He pushed me into the bathroom and made me lock the door.

He opened the door: "Young man, what's wrong? Hey... why are you just barging into other people's houses? Are
you crazy? Do you believe I'll call the police?"

Yan Hai looked around but didn't see me. Just as he was about to leave, he saw the bathroom door was tightly closed. He
went to push the door open, but the uncle, seeing that I was about to be exposed, grabbed Yan Hai and pulled him back, dragging him
to the ground. At this time, several neighbors came out, all criticizing Yan Hai's behavior. Under these circumstances
, Yan Hai had no choice but to slink away.

Just as Yan Hai left and the door closed, I breathed a sigh of relief. The uncle led me
out and let me rest on the sofa for a while. He asked me what happened, and I told him that when I was going to sleep, someone broke
into my house, robbed me, and tried to rape me.

Only then did the uncle carefully look at me. This uncle was probably around 40 years old and looked quite
strong; otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to pull Yan Hai to the ground.

Seeing me covered in sweat, the uncle took a bottle of soda from the refrigerator. After an afternoon of running around, I was
parched . Taking the soda, I thanked him and gulped it down.

"Little sister, you should rest. I live alone; my wife and children are back in our hometown.
Don't worry , I'll go call the police!"

I grabbed the uncle's hand and said, "Thank you, uncle, but no need. Calling the police won't do any good!" I knew that
calling the police would only make things worse, and the fewer people who knew, the better!

"How can you not trust the police? If you don't call the police, who will bear your losses?"
But after my repeated requests, the uncle still didn't call the police.

After this extreme fear, I still couldn't calm down. I wrapped myself in a sofa cover and
sat blankly on the sofa.

This was a very elegant and scholarly house. On the wall hung a shrine, its interior
glowing softly with a yellow light—a candle made from lamps. Inside was a Tibetan Medicine Buddha, its figure slender-waisted and bare-chested
, its movements graceful and alluring. Incense smoke curled around it. Next to it was a bookcase filled with all sorts of books, and
another various sculptures. I asked the old man what they were, but he just smiled and didn't answer.

Seeing my curiosity, he turned on the lamp on the shelf, revealing a dazzling array of
" Buddhas of Bliss." What are Buddhas of Bliss? Their appearances were bizarre and incomprehensible; some were ugly and fierce, some had human bodies and faces. Some
had multiple heads, some had multiple hands, some had human heads hanging from their waists, some had young boys and girls lying prostrate on their feet, some
were single, some were embracing and engaging in sexual intercourse… I blushed deeply, and the old man stared at me with a smile, making me feel uneasy
.

"Did you know that there's a myth about the origin of the Buddha of Joy? The *Four Vinayaka Teachings*
says: Avalokiteshvara Bodhisattva, out of compassion for all sentient beings, used his benevolent power to transform into the form of a woman named Vinayaka and came to
the residence of King Joy. When King Joy saw Vinayaka's beauty, he was suddenly filled with lust and wanted to embrace her,
but she refused. So he had to treat her with proper respect. At this time, the woman said: 'Although I am a woman, I have long
been a follower of Buddhism and have received the robes and bowl. If you truly wish to be close to me, you can follow my teachings and become a Buddhist.
In your next life, you will protect the Dharma, avoid creating negative karma, and not harbor evil intentions. Only then can you become my friend.' King
Joy was overjoyed to hear this and said: 'I have met you according to fate. From now on, I will definitely follow
you to protect the Dharma and do good deeds.'" "Then the woman Vinayaka smiled and embraced him."

I listened, somewhat bewildered. He continued, "Therefore, the Vajrayana Buddhas that people see are always
depicted as a male and female Buddha embracing. This is just as the Buddhist scriptures say: 'Those who should be liberated by the body of a woman, the Buddha should transform into
a woman to liberate them.'"

I nodded, seemingly understanding, and as he gently narrated, I gradually felt drowsy. He wrapped his right arm
around my back and embraced me. I felt as if he were a father protecting me. Under the solemn Buddha statue
and the fragrance of incense, I felt an immense peace within me. After a long period of fear, I finally let go of my burden and
was about to fall into a deep sleep.

Suddenly, I felt the man's hand go around my shoulder. I woke up with a start and pushed his hand away. He
didn't forcefully hold me back.

After I stood up, I apologized and said, "Thank you, Uncle. I'll come back to repay you when I have the chance!
Thank ! I have to go now!!"

He just sat there, smiling. Seeing this, I quickly pushed open the door and ran out. I took the elevator straight down to
the first floor, afraid that Yan Hai would follow me the whole way. After I checked that it was safe, I jumped into
a taxi.

"Driver, could I borrow your phone for a moment?"

The driver readily handed me his phone. I immediately called Qiao Wei, and sure enough...
He was at the dance hall, and I sobbed as I explained the situation to him. I was desperate to get to Qiao Wei's side on the way,
and soon the dance hall came into view. Qiao Wei was standing at the entrance, and I jumped out of the car and ran
to him. He gave me a large, safe hug, and I finally let loose and cried in his arms. Seeing my disheveled appearance, he picked me
up but didn't take me to the dance hall; instead, he took me to a hotel.

Lying on the soft white bed in the hotel, the warm light of the room finally gave me a sense of security. I stared blankly
at the ceiling, tears streaming down my face—a mixture of regret, sobbing, fear, and shame…

My only feeling was, thank goodness I was back!

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