[The Shadow of the Oscars] (The End) Author: Toothless

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Chapter 1: Vivien Leigh's Unsent Letter

On July 12, 1975, the renowned Oscar-winning actress Vivien Leigh passed away at home. While sorting through her
grandmother's accidentally found a letter written by Leigh more than twenty years ago but never
sent in a drawer, thus uncovering a shocking story.

This was the opening line of the letter Leigh wrote on that yellowed sheet of paper, dated April
29 , addressed to Audrey Hepburn. However, for some unknown reason, this letter was never sent.

The opening words read, "On screen, the twelve Knights of the Round Table, together with King Arthur, defeated the evil sorcerer."

"But off screen, I and the twelve Knights of the Round Table became slaves to the sorcerer."

(Note: Audrey Hepburn was the embodiment of the film goddess of the 1940s; her birthday
is May 4th. Comparing this letter to
the strange expression on Hepburn's face during an interview when she talked about her first man evokes many thoughts.)

The letter begins:

"

In January 1934, just after Christmas, I was studying at the Royal Academy of Dramatic Art in London.
At that time, I harbored infinitely beautiful fantasies about the screen, until I met that man and that film that changed my
life .

That day was January 13th, a Friday, Black Friday, the worst day. I suddenly received a notice at
school : an American film company was going to make a movie, and the film company sent people to the school
to find a young student to play an important role. It was said to be a
big-budget film with an investment of over ten million dollars.

After the news spread, the students..." The students at school went crazy over the news. The film crew was coming to select
actors the next day, and that night, my classmates and I were all getting ready, hoping to be chosen for the audition the following day.

I was with the other girls in my class, putting on our best makeup, repeatedly watching the fifteen-
minute musical short "The Legend of King Arthur," trying to calm ourselves down, fantasizing that we would be
chosen and achieve instant success.

Looking back now, it's laughable.

That so-called "casting" was just a formality; the target had already been decided, and
I was the prey. It took me a long time to realize this. But at the time, being "accidentally" chosen

, I hadn't considered this possibility. The film crew appeared at school the next day, and to our surprise, they were
an extremely beautiful pair: Natasha and Helena.

My classmates had expected a group of male judges, but instead, they were met with these two stunningly beautiful representatives.
Many were disappointed, and I was somewhat disappointed myself. If the judges were male, beautiful women
would have a huge advantage in the selection process; at least, I was extremely confident in my looks.

My classmates and I took turns going on stage, reciting the lines they had given us.

We performed diligently, and I performed, showcasing myself. Due to excessive nervousness, my
performance that day wasn't actually very good, but when the final results came out, I was told I had been chosen.

From the beginning, they and the man standing behind them weren't there to select actors, but to select beauties
.

Several other female classmates were also selected along with me, all of them the most beautiful.

Afterwards, a female doctor conducted a detailed physical examination on
us Hailey was eliminated after the physical examination because she had mild body odor, and that devilish man
hated body odor the most. Diana was also eliminated because her private life wasn't very clean; although beautiful, she had already
been used by others.

Unspoken rules have always existed in the film industry. I knew this at the time, but I always wanted to save
my virginity for the person I loved most, but unfortunately, I met that devil.

My dearest Hepburn, be careful. Your Aunt Helena and Aunt Natasha, whom you loved like mothers,
were accomplices of the devil who lured me into that pink trap.

After being chosen, my three classmates and I were sent to Germany for even more rigorous training.
The training was tough, but the enjoyment was plentiful. Every day, we were provided with ever-changing, exquisite food, the most expensive
clothing, and unimaginably luxurious palace accommodations.

The four of us lived in that palatial place for seven months until the filming of that movie began. My dearest Hepburn,
you must have been forced to practice the splits all these years. That was that devil's favorite pose;
he liked to position girls like that before assaulting them, because that's when they'd be clamped tightest. For those
seven months , our most frequent training was the splits.

Looking back now, it was nothing more than a large net woven by that devil, trapping us all
inside. All the so-called training was just preparation for that devil to enjoy us even more.

But by the time I realized this, it was too late. "

The following content involves the privacy of many film actresses, and a stack of obscene
photos placed alongside the letter easily conjures up images of what Vivien Leigh encountered at Ludwig's castle.

This letter and these photos ultimately never saw the light of day because
the reporter who obtained them sold them to the devil mentioned in the letter.

Five days later, that devil, while reading the letter and looking at the photos, was listening to Vivien Leigh's granddaughter's
moans, a mixture of pleasure and pain.

'You look just like your grandmother,'

he murmured, tossing the photo aside and beginning to savor the beautiful granddaughter in the picture, whose current

posture was exactly the same as her grandmother's that night—her arms tightly

bound behind her back by two other beautiful women.

A video recorder was placed in the room, and the television connected to it was playing
the events of that night, telling her the 'truth.'

Initially, everything for Vivien Leigh was like Cinderella meeting her prince charming and being taken to
the legendary crystal palace—everything was as beautiful and dreamlike as a fairy tale." The film set of Ludwig Castle,

the Dark King's castle, in Chapter Two

is almost entirely a woman's world. From the director to the producer to the actors, it's all
women. Women are in charge, women are in charge, women dominate everything. The few men are just extras and assistants.

This allowed Vivien Leigh, now in a foreign land, to lower her guard as much as possible. Those
actresses were now relegated to minor supporting roles, while she played the Queen,
Guinevere, King Arthur's consort. The actress

playing King Arthur was Vivien Leigh's idol, the renowned German soprano Hannah, who was also
the idol of her three classmates who had come with her. Although her three classmates hadn't landed the role of the Queen,
they still had screen time, minor roles, and a line. For these new students, the few months
they spent living like princesses in Germany made the trip worthwhile.

Filming proceeded smoothly, everything went well. The only male lead was
Zoff Klinsmann, who played the villain Alsace, a famous sports star. To Vivien Leigh's classmates, he was
an extremely handsome young man, someone who could even make them scream.

But Vivien Leigh didn't like him, because she had noticed early on that he had affairs with many established actresses on set
. One day after filming, Vivien Leigh inadvertently witnessed Bette Davis and another man having sex in the wild.

Bette Davis had just finished filming her scene with her cousin, King Arthur. After filming stopped, she was
dragged away by Clint Klinsmann (Lin Han) to a nearby grove.

Vivien Leigh, witnessed the next scene

: Bette Davis, still in her costume, being dragged into the woods by the man, her hands pressed against a large tree,
her buttocks raised high. Once inside, Lin Han, without removing her costume, ripped off her knight's
trousers, revealing a penis over twenty centimeters long.

Vivien Leigh, less than seven meters away behind a large tree, watched as the penis,
with a loud thud , entered Bette Davis's vagina from behind, and then the man began to thrust
into her like a wild beast.

There was no foreplay, no dialogue; it was purely a frenzied, animalistic act of intercourse in the woods.

Bette Davis's alluring, sexy lips parted slightly, panting softly. Her misty eyes were half-closed as
she glanced in Vivien Leigh's direction. Vivien knew she had been discovered, but the actress seemed unconcerned,
instead becoming even more eager to moan.

Vivien didn't want to watch the rest of the scene and fled the woods as if her life depended on it.

The beautiful image of Ludwig Castle was shattered, like a broken bottle spilling water,
revealing within.

That night, Vivien, who spent the night at the castle, couldn't sleep

. During her sleepless nights, she heard faint moans coming from within the castle. Vivien knew it was women's
moans of pleasure .

Every night afterward, she heard these moans, from different women. Sometimes
she would hear a nearby room door quietly open in the night, someone come out, knock on someone's door
, and enter. Soon, the strange sounds would echo throughout the castle.

The observant Vivien discovered that all of this was related to the only man who appeared in the film. Sometimes
he would sneak into other women's rooms, sometimes other women would sneak into his, and often more than one.

Filming continued, and Vivien Leigh soon noticed more things were amiss.

Filming movies and television shows wasn't like watching a movie, where you film as the story unfolds. Often, an actor's scenes
were filmed in a concentrated stretch over several days to save on labor costs. But her scenes were different.
The director was filming her scenes at a leisurely pace. She had been on set for two months, and counting her
time in Germany, it had been nine months in total. And yet, her few
scenes were still not finished.

This was illogical.

Even more illogical was that her three female classmates who had come from England with her had finished filming long ago
, yet they remained there, neither leaving nor being kicked out. The production company continued to treat them well,
and they didn't seem to find anything wrong with it.

In the third month of filming, Vivien Leigh's worst fears finally came true. One night,
one of her roommates quietly got out of bed in the middle of the night, knocked on the man's door, and
didn't return until dawn.

The next day, Vivien Leigh noticed she was wearing a beautiful diamond necklace, though her gait seemed
a little unnatural.

That night, she discovered that the girl from the previous night had slipped out again, and this time, she wasn't
alone ; she was with two others.

They didn't return by dawn.

When Vivien Leigh saw the three classmates the next day, she noticed they all had a flirtatious look in their eyes and were wearing
more expensive jewelry.

Vivien Leigh guessed what had happened the night before. The man had stayed in the room next to hers, and she
had been forced to listen to the sounds of a bed all night, creaking and groaning, like the sound of a woman being violated.

At this point in the film, the storyline involving Guinevere was coming to an end. Having witnessed too much filth,
Vivien Leigh's dreams were shattered, and her mood worsened. This mirrored
the Queen's state of mind in the final part of *The Legend of Arthurian Legend*, and ironically, it resulted in a better performance on set.

By February 7, 1935, the filming of *The Legend of Arthurian Legend* had reached the point of King Arthur's death. Vivien Leigh had
finished filming her final scene a day early, fulfilling her contract with DreamWorks, and began packing her bags to leave.

However, before leaving, she received an invitation to a banquet.

The banquet was to be held in the main hall of Ludwig Castle, downstairs from her residence. Vivien Leigh
didn't want to go, but her classmate persuaded her, "There's something you probably don't know. That Mr. Klinsmann
is actually the real boss behind DreamWorks."

Vivien Leigh knew that to survive in this industry, she couldn't afford to offend that man.

Her old friend, Jacqueline, produced an outfit and said to her, "Today is a masquerade ball; you have to wear
this !"

Vivien Leigh recognized it—it was the Queen's wedding dress she wore for her wedding scene with King Arthur.

"Why did you wear this?"

Vivien Leigh, who had endured this for over a month, finally snapped, yelling at her friend.

"You knew all along? Isn't that how it is in this industry?"

Agatha Christie scoffed, and Vivien Leigh fell silent. She looked at her former friend, whose clothes...
This was the maid outfit she wore during her background role in "The Wedding of King Arthur."

"Mary (Vivien Leigh's full name was Vivien Mary Hartley, Mary was a nickname her friends gave her),
how much were you paid for this film?"

"Ten thousand dollars."

"Do you know how much Lorna, Alice, and I were paid? Only two hundred dollars!"

"..."

"Actually, this is already a lot. Those male extras outside, they only get one dollar a day.

Do you know how much that American star Katharine Hepburn got? One hundred thousand dollars. She only acted for half a day
, and she took one hundred thousand dollars! That's the difference, the difference between the top and the bottom of the pyramid, that
's the cruel truth of this world..."

Vivien Leigh fell silent again.

Another classmate in the room, Lorna, said, "Mary, we actually envy you. The master
has known you for a long time, he's had his eye on you. Mary, a fairytale-like palace, a seven-
layered velvet mattress, and sitting at an oak table, under the light of silver candlelight,
dining with exquisite silver and gold cutlery. In the past, we couldn't even imagine this..."

Vivien Leigh's beautiful eyes widened instantly. She looked at her friend, who already had the air of a mature woman, in surprise.

"She actually called that man 'master'."

Lorna remained unmoved, stroking the mattress in the room as she spoke.

"This is a story that only happens in fairy tales, but it happened to us today
. But we should thank you, because all of this was prepared for you by the master. The three of us were
just a bonus, enjoyed because of you."

Vivien Leigh finally lost her temper. She slapped away the hand that was helping her change clothes and shouted, "We don't
have to be that man's plaything! We're still young, we have the means!"

"Don't be naive, Mary, you know this is a joke."

Lorna suddenly burst into hysterical laughter.

"Remember Diana?"

"Her? I know, she didn't get the part. What happened?"

"I heard that she slept with five men all night,
in the same bed, just for a small role! All for a role with only a few lines!"

At the end, Lorna laughed, a laugh more painful than tears.

"We should have known long ago that there are no fairy tales or princes in the film industry.
Mr. isn't a prince, but a dark horse king; he can easily decide our fate for the rest of our lives."

Lorna picked up the wedding costume and handed it to Vivien Leigh.

Vivien Leigh hesitated for a moment, then silently accepted.

When she agreed to let her friend change her clothes, Vivien Leigh had a feeling that she had given up her last
chance to escape the abyss, even though that chance had never truly existed.

While changing, Vivien Leigh's body trembled slightly. Yorgie said to her, "Although the master
is lecherous, he's actually very gentle and generous to us. This necklace, I asked the jewelry store,
it'll cost three thousand dollars. Hmm, I know you don't like me saying this. He also gave us several
lead roles in pre-production film scripts to choose from."

Lorna chimed in, "The master is actually a very talented man. He plays the piano very well, and he
composes and writes lyrics. Aside from being a bit lecherous, he's actually a very perfect man. I've seen
the film they're beyond what most people can imagine."

Vivien Leigh listened numbly. She couldn't remember how she was changed and then led
downstairs .

As Vivien Leigh descended the stairs and appeared at the bottom, music filled the hall. Looking towards the sound, she
noticed a group of girls playing music in a corner of the hall. They looked somewhat familiar. Vivien Leigh quickly recognized them;
they were the currently popular Saint Young Girls band in America. She had seen their photos in British entertainment magazines.

These women, who were at the height of their fame in America, were reduced to background musicians for that man here. Vivien Leigh recognized the music
; they were playing Belvedere's Symphony No. 5.

But the hall's current decor was completely unrecognizable to her.

It had been transformed into hell.

Chapter Three: The Hell of the Female Knights.

The ancient Gothic furniture and all sorts of ornate decorations had been looted, leaving
only an empty hall.

No lights were on; only a large brazier blazed in the center, its flickering
flames illuminating the beautiful female bodies suspended in mid-air.

All twelve knights of the Round Table, except Lancelot, were gathered here,
looking utterly disheveled. Ten of the eleven Knights of the Round Table were suspended in the air, their clothes torn and their breasts exposed.

They still wore their knightly uniforms on their upper bodies, but the fronts were ripped to shreds, revealing pairs of
beautiful breasts. Below the waist, they were completely naked.

The only "Knight of the Round Table" not hanging was Ingrid Bergman, only nineteen years old. She sat
sprawled on the only large bed in the hall, covered with a thick seven-layered velvet mattress, her snow-white buttocks raised high in the
air , wearing only a thin white slip dress.

Knight's armor, taken from Ingrid Bergman's clothes , was haphazardly discarded at the four corners of the bed.

Several cameras were pointed in this direction in the hall; this place had somehow been
transformed into a filming location for the Arthurian legend.

All the cameras were now focused on
Bedivere , played by future Oscar-winning actress King Jane Rogers.

At this moment, her body was suspended in mid-air, her hands shackled and hanging, her lower body naked, her knight's armor
torn to shreds, revealing a pair of full, round breasts. Her knees were held up by strong hands
, her body forcibly manipulated into a position like a child urinating. Between her forcibly spread legs, the enormous python Vivien Leigh
had seen before in and out. The hall was quiet; Vivien Leigh could even hear
the splashing sound of the python's movements.

"Don't look at me, Queen, don't look at me!"

Seeing Vivien Leigh appear in her queenly attire, King Ginger cried out. Rogers cried, struggling weakly, but
unable to resist the immense strength of the demonic man's arms behind her. Her body was thrown about like a rollercoaster.
Manipulating her movements, her breasts bobbed violently with each thrust.

Even though she knew it was just acting, Vivien Leigh couldn't accept it. She rubbed her head, yelling,
"You're all crazy! You're all crazy!"

*Slap!*

A heavy slap landed on her face, sending Vivien Leigh sprawling to the ground. The one who hit her was Lorna.
She bent down and whispered in the stunned Vivien Leigh's ear, "Don't shout, we're filming."

Vivien Leigh: "..."

Vivien Leigh was pulled up from the ground, and Jacobi and Lorna, one on each side, twisted her
arms . They whispered in her ear,

"Mary, there's one more scene in your film."

"The name of this last scene is 'The Fall of Queen Guinevere.'"

Then, a cloth was gagged her.

"However, in the first half of this scene, the lead actress is Ingrid Bergman, that Swedish girl. Watch closely
how she acts. Just a heads-up, she's still a virgin, just like you. This is her 'first
performance.'"

The carnal scene in a corner of the hall continued. Lin Han held Bedivere's thighs with both hands, using only his
waist and arm strength to thrust into her buttocks, making them slap loudly. With each powerful upward thrust,
Bedivere couldn't help but let out moans that were hard to tell if it was pain or pleasure.

"Queen, don't look, Queen Guinevere, don't look at me! Ah... ah..."

She twisted her waist as if she were in character, struggling and resisting, interspersed with incessant moans.
The expression , the mental resistance and the descent into carnal desire, were all perfectly written on her face,
portraying a knight being raped by the demon king, on the verge of physical and mental depravity, with remarkable depth.

In the hall, the accompanying Symphony of Fate had stopped, leaving only the crackling of firewood and the echoing moans
of Bedivere a mixture of painful struggle and wanton ecstasy.

Vivien Leigh noticed the brazier was well-placed; its light cast a
human-shaped shadow on the wall behind her, from which a columnar object could be clearly seen moving in and out
between .

The repeated, lewd acts continued for nearly fifteen minutes, finally ceasing with a high-pitched scream from Bedivere as
her legs straightened and her fingers clenched.

As Arthas (Lin Han) withdrew the giant python from her, Bedivere, whose body was convulsing, experienced a sudden
jolt in her thighs, followed by a gush of urine—she had incontinent.

After Bedivere finished urinating, Arthas, the Demon King, once again spread her legs, positioning them towards
Galahad (Ingrid Boorman) and said to her, "Bedivere has reached her limit. Are you just
going to watch your friend continue to be violated by me? Galahad, the most holy knight!"

Galahad (Ingrid Boorman) showed an expression of righteous indignation and said tragically, "Enough! Let her go
! If you want to violate someone, violate me!"

Lin Han put Bedivere down, and the "Last Knight" let out a dissatisfied snort. Lin Han, with his huge penis erect,
walked to the bedside. Ingrid Boorman showed an expression of shame and disgust, but still pretended to "suppress her nausea"
and opened her mouth to take Lin Han's huge penis into her mouth.

Vivien Leigh watched all this in fear, her body trembling uncontrollably. Just then, a female voice in the hall

shouted,

"Cut! Stop! This scene is over!"

The lights blazed on. The previously "quiet" hall instantly became lively. Hidden "staff
" gathered around and untied the "Knights of the Round Table" who had been hanging in mid-air. Lin Han also
abandoned his own enjoyment, walked over to Rogers, and untied her. Rogers slumped in
Lin Han's arms as if all her bones had been removed; it seemed her earlier incontinence from pleasure was genuine.

The two men holding Vivien Leigh also released her. Vivien Leigh removed the gag from her mouth and looked
around . There were now over forty people in the hall, all young and beautiful women.

Vivien Leigh noticed that everyone seemed to ignore her presence; they were all preoccupied with their own
tasks.

Some were draping warm fur coats over the "Knights of the Round Table" who had just been untied and suspended for half a day, some were
offering hot drinks, and some were busy setting up the scene. It was February, and it was bitterly cold outside. Although there was a fire in the stove and
a huge brazier inside, keeping the temperature relatively high, these delicate beauties, whose clothes had been hanging in disarray for so long, were still prone to catching colds if
they weren't careful .

Chapter Four: Depravity.

In *The Knights of the Round Table*, Olivia de Havilland and Joan Fontaine, who played Gawain's two younger brothers,
Gahrlis approached Lin Han. The two sisters knelt before the bed, taking turns licking
Lin Han's enormous penis. (One of these women was the Oscar winner for Best Supporting Actress for *Gone with the Wind*
, and the other was the Oscar winner for Best Actress in 1941; they were sisters, only one year
apart .)

The length and girth of Lin Han's penis were entirely a product of his own fantasies, measuring exactly twenty
-eight . Under the bright lights, Vivien Leigh could see its true form even more clearly.

That was hardly a human penis; its length and thickness were almost as long as her forearm. That wasn't all;
what was most terrifying was that the surface of the bulging veins was covered with tiny bumps the size of corn kernels, making it look even more
monstrous . Vivien Leigh only glanced at that weapon before she couldn't bear to look at it anymore. She turned
her head away shyly, intending to leave, but was suddenly grabbed from behind, one on each side, and pushed in front of Lin Han.

Lin Han ignored Vivien Leigh, who had been brought before him; in fact, he had no time to pay attention. The
future Oscar sisters were serving him very well, and his hands were now occupied by their breasts, one on each side
, while his face was now occupied by Ingrid Bergman. The actress who played "the most holy Knight of the Round Table"
was now holding his face in her delicate hands and passionately kissing him.

"Hang her up!"

Lin Han commanded, barely managing to break free from Ingrid Bergman's fervent kiss, before being blocked again.

Ingrid. Bergman, as if under the influence of an aphrodisiac, fervently embraced Lin Han, her thin clothing revealing her body
frantically rubbing against his naked form, as if she wished to become one with him instantly. Two years earlier,
while studying at the Royal Academy of Fine Arts in Sweden, Ingrid Bergman had been discovered by members of the Sephiroth branch sent by Lin Han.
She became a believer and was even personally designated by him as the "saint" of the local church. After two years of intensive
religious indoctrination, she had long since become a fanatical follower, willingly offering her body and soul to Lin Han.

To make this "delicious meal" even more palatable, since the filming of "The Legend of King Arthur," Lin Han had been constantly
teasing seducing her, arousing her to the point of lust each time, but deliberately refusing to cross the final
line. After nearly four months of cultivation, Ingrid, whose entire body had been thoroughly played with, was now completely accustomed to it. Bergman was supposed to
give herself to Lin Han today; during the filming just now, she was already immersed in her role and at a crucial moment,
but was abruptly interrupted by the director, leaving her extremely frustrated.

Ingrid. Bergman passionately embraced Lin Han. At only nineteen, she was at
the peak ; her once pure and innocent appearance now resembled that of a beauty who had taken an aphrodisiac, wishing she could immediately
merge with Lin Han.

Vivien Leigh screamed and struggled, but she couldn't resist the combined attack of the several beauties surrounding her. Soon,
her hands were shackled with leather chains, and she was hoisted up. With the clanging of the chains, her body was
pulled into the air, her toes barely supporting her weight, and her mouth was gagged again.

Jin Jie, who had just been violated by Lin Han, and Rogers, who had regained some strength, crawled over and
joined the Joan Fontaine sisters in licking Lin Han's penis. From their hungry and obsessive expressions, it was clear they
had become slaves to the devil.

Lin Han struggled for nearly ten minutes before finally breaking free from the onslaught of these four (future) Oscar-winning actresses.

"Alright, the new set is ready. You can all leave for a bit." "

Bergman, calm down. How are you going to act like the most virtuous Knight
of the Round Table ?"

The large brazier that had been in the center of the hall had been moved to
three meters behind where Vivien Leigh was hanging. As the surrounding lights went out one by one, Vivien Leigh, hanging there
, could see her own projection—her limbs forcibly spread out in a starfish shape—through the opposite wall.

On the large bed covered with seven layers of velvet mattresses, only Lin Han and Ingrid remained.
A heated blanket was placed under the mattress, making Lin Han feel very comfortable lying on it. Even more comfortable was his enormous member.

After three months of training, Ingrid's oral skills had become exceptionally refined. Although she feigned disgust and revulsion in front of the camera
, her deep-throating technique was superb, her tongue swirling as she swallowed.
Lin Han's erect 28-centimeter-long penis
disappeared .

Beside her, the Joan and Fontaine sisters sat embracing on the carpet by the bed. Joan Fontaine recited a narration as if giving a
commentary , her mournful tone heartbreaking.

"In the final battle against Arthas, we were defeated."

"King Arthur betrayed us, fleeing with Lancelot, while we were all captured by the Demon King."

"Arthas, our master, raped us one by one." "

Arthas, our master, possessed an incredibly thick and magically powerful penis
covered in rough bumps. Even without sufficient foreplay, even virgins, once penetrated,
would quickly reach orgasm under his powerful rape."

"Sisters, one by one we resisted, but one by one we succumbed. That
exquisite, bone-deep, soul-stirring pleasure was something we were utterly powerless to resist."

Joan Fontaine lamented as she and her sister Olivia masturbated,
their faces filled with a blissful, lingering expression that would have any man driven to madness and pounce on them both.

"Under the master's great phallus, the sisters succumbed one by one. Garihan was the last to resist
, but she too was about to succumb."

Although reciting prepared lines, the Joan Fontaine sisters spoke the truth. They had both
been deflowered by Lin Han on the same bed, and after just one night, both sisters were captivated by what they called "bone-deep ecstasy

." Lin Han's penis, covered with rough, seemingly ferocious, was actually
a wondrous object that could bring women endless pleasure.

As Joan Fontaine narrated, Ingrid Bergman had already straddled Lin Han. She held
Lin Han's enormous penis in one hand, pressing the red glans against her vaginal opening, which was only as thick as a pen, and rubbing it incessantly
. The honey-like fluid constantly overflowing from her vagina gradually made the thick, long weapon glisten and become
slippery .

Lying on the bed, Lin Han recited his lines: "Hurry up, if you don't hurry, your friends will look terrible, and
the Queen next to you will be raped by me just like them."

Ingrid. Bergman frowned, grasping Lin Han's thick, hard, hot, and long penis, pressing it against her vulva
, making a cute and delicate grin, her eyes almost crying, her waist slowly
lowering. That rich expression perfectly portrayed a female knight being forcibly raped.

"The master's penis was swallowed up little by little by Ingrid's vagina, the narrow flower path was forcibly stretched to
its maximum, the fragile hymen helplessly resisted the evil invasion, deforming, expanding, trying
to maintain the last bit of chastity with its last bit of elasticity."

Joan Fontaine's voice still echoed in the empty hall. She mispronounced a line, saying Ingrid instead of
Garihan. Perhaps it was intentional, perhaps unintentional, but no one noticed at this point.

"Ah!"

Ingrid let out a soft cry of pain. Her fragile hymen, finally unable to withstand
the pressure of the penis, was tragically torn open. Taking advantage of this last lapse in resistance, Ingrid suddenly sat down forcefully, and Lin Han
's 28-centimeter-long penis completely disappeared into her vagina.

"Ah!"

Like the final lament of a dying swan, Ingrid's body went limp under the intense pain of deflowering, collapsing against Lin
Han's chest, panting heavily.

Her sitting down was far too forceful, and fortunately, Lin Han knew the limit of her vaginal capacity. The moment she
sat down , the length of his penis shortened by six centimeters; otherwise, sitting all the way down like that would
have definitely injured her.

In his fantasy manifestation, Lin Han's penis appeared to be 28 centimeters long, but it was an absolute
magic rod that could be extended and retracted at will. Of the eleven beautiful female Knights of the Round Table he had slept with, only...
A few women could swallow it completely. The rest, when really going all out, he had to consciously shorten it by five to ten centimeters,
otherwise it would be fatal.

Although the length had shortened, the girth remained unchanged. Ingrid, panting on Lin Han's chest,
wasn't injured, but rather stretched to the limit. She had to lie on him, panting and waiting for her body to adjust.

Red virgin blood flowed down her groin, staining the snow-white sheets a vibrant crimson. A few drops
of blood also landed on Ingrid's tattered white dress, a striking, bright red.

Lin Han moved his hands and feet, embracing her in a passionate kiss, which Ingrid returned.
After a fervent exchange of lips and tongues, Lin Han, lying beneath her, didn't arch his back. Instead, utilizing the automatic retraction of his penis,
he controlled it purely with his mind, suddenly shortening it from twenty-two centimeters to only ten centimeters, as thick as a thumb, and then instantly
returning to its original length.

With each extension and contraction, the newfound pain was mixed with an indescribable, pleasurable, aching sensation.

Ingrid couldn't help but cry out again, but Lin Han's penis, inserted into her vagina, was already automatically thrusting in and out at a rate of
five times , without any effort from her back.

The pain lasted only a few seconds, then turned into a bittersweet ache, and after another ten seconds or so,
it evolved into an indescribable pleasure.

Ingrid's legs trembled, and she automatically clung to Lin Han in an octopus-like shape, unable to stop herself from looking up and screaming. This time, it was no longer
the pain of losing her virginity, but an uncontrollable moan of pleasure.

"Even the most holy knight is nothing more than this!"

Lin Han said smugly, reciting his lines, and turned Ingrid over, placing her on the bed. He
spread her legs, put them on his shoulders, knelt on the bed, and then lifted Ingrid's lower body, suspending her in the air.
Then, no longer using his stretching ability, he began to violently thrust into Ingrid's newly
torn virginity.

Due to the angle, Vivien Leigh, suspended in mid-air, could clearly see
the scene of the blood-stained penis entering and exiting Ingrid's stretched-open vagina. With each thrust, many pink beads of
blood were brought out.

As Lin Han thrust, he leered at Vivien Leigh, "Guinevere, after I bring this most holy
knight to orgasm, I'll come and enjoy you!"

Vivien Leigh shamefully turned her head away, not wanting to see the lewd scene on the bed anymore, but Lin Han had no intention of letting
her off so easily.

"You two knight bitches, go over there and turn her head around, let her watch and learn properly. In a moment, I
want to see how she twists her waist under me."

The Joan Fontaine sisters obeyed, forcibly turning Vivien Leigh's head around, forcing her to watch the scene on the bed.

Lin Han laughed loudly, embracing Ingrid and grabbing her small breasts, kneading and teasing them relentlessly.
His enormous penis, however, never stopped, thrusting in and out of her kneeling position until Ingrid
trembled all over the bed, moaning incessantly. Vivien Leigh, forced to witness this scene, was terrified, her body going limp.

To her, the man before her was not human. Could a normal human possess such
a terrifying penis? Not only was it thick and long, but it was also covered with so many horrifying bumps.

"Devil, you devil!"

The gag in her mouth had been removed, and Vivien Leigh couldn't help but lash out at Lin Han, only making him more
excited .

"I am the devil! Queen Guinevere, once I've brought this most chaste knight to orgasm,
I'll come right over, tear your clothes off, and then use my penis to pierce your hymen and penetrate your body,
just like now, thrusting in and out repeatedly, finally ejaculating thick semen into you, making you pregnant with the devil's child!"

Lin Han laughed loudly. He picked up Ingrid, changed positions, and began penetrating her from behind
. He sat on the edge of the bed, less than half a meter away from Vivien Leigh, letting Ingrid sit on
his lap as he penetrated her from behind and below with his penis.

Holding Ingrid's thighs and knees with both hands, he thrust into her in the same position he had used to rape "Bedwell."
After raping Ingrid in this position for six or seven minutes, he put her back on the bed, and in a doggy-style
position , he grabbed her arms and pulled her back to penetrate her from behind.

For the next hour or so, Lin Han repeatedly
raped , bringing this future Oscar queen, who had willingly offered herself, to orgasm time and again.

Ingrid's final position was being pushed onto Vivien Leigh by Lin Han, making her
stand , while he thrust into her from behind until she let out a series of high-pitched screams. Finally, her body trembled
as she clung tightly to Vivien Leigh, her eyes glazed over, and she actually fainted from pleasure.

"Now, it's your turn!"

Forced to experience a live sex show at point-blank range, seeing Lin Han pull
his her legs trembled with fear.

Chapter Five: Vivien Leigh in Hell .

The clanking of chains echoed as Vivien Leigh, suspended by the chains, had her long legs held by
Jacobi and Rona, dressed in maid outfits, pulled forcefully to either side, forming a 120-degree angle. Aside from a slight twitch of her buttocks
, she couldn't move.

Standing before Vivien Leigh, Lin tore open the crotch of her wedding dress, revealing white silk panties underneath.
Lin Han placed his fingers on her crotch, his fingertips pressing and gently massaging the protruding clitoris. Vivien Leigh twisted
her body, trying to avoid Lin Han's assault, but to no avail. Lin Han's demonic hands continued to slide along her vulva,
occasionally pulling her crotch upwards, forcing it into her flesh.

"Beautiful Queen, you're very nervous!"

Lin Han smiled at Vivien Leigh, grabbing her crotch with both hands and pulling hard. With a tearing sound, the silk
panties were ripped to shreds, forcibly pulled off her body.

"Ugh!"

Vivien Leigh's eyes widened, staring at Lin Han in fear. She was angry and ashamed, looking at Lin Han with pleading eyes,
desperately twisting her head.

Lin Han moved his hands again, forcefully tearing open the white wedding dress to reveal a pair of
barely encircling breasts. Vivien Leigh's breasts weren't particularly large, but their shape was beautiful, like a pair of perfectly sized
peaches, shivering in the chilly air.

Lin Han gently grasped these peaches in his hands, skillfully kneading them. Having been with hundreds of women, he
knew how to arouse them.

Before Vivien Leigh could even adjust to the unusual sensation in her chest, she felt a hot, hard object
pressing against the cleft between her thighs. The force was so great that it lifted her suspended body
slightly.

Fortunately, Lin Han's penis was incredibly thick, and Vivien Leigh's vaginal opening was too small,
distributing . Furthermore, when Vivien Leigh realized the danger, she pulled her wrists upwards, distributing most of her
weight, preventing him from penetrating her all at once.

"Beautiful Queen, how long can you hold out?"

Lin Han chuckled, releasing his hands from her breasts and bringing his face close, licking and sucking her
tender nipples. His hands encircled her waist, holding her firmly to prevent her from swaying
and escaping his penis.

Lin Han applied a slight downward pressure with his hands, forcing Vivien Leigh to exert even more force to
keep from sinking. Lin Han could have easily increased his strength to forcefully "penetrate" Vivien, but he deliberately didn't
use his full power, precisely to savor the pleasure of his prey gradually succumbing.

Hanging suspended, Vivien whimpered, her waist twisting futilely within the limits Lin Han allowed. This
movement however, became a kind of grinding, and as she twisted,
a small section of that venomous snake pressing against her lower body burrowed in, the pain of being stretched causing her body to involuntarily tense.

"Relax, relax, the pain will only last a few seconds..."

Lin Han whispered, biting Vivien's earlobe.

Immediately after speaking, Vivien felt the swelling, as if her lower body was being torn apart, lessen.
At the same time , she felt something thin, snake-like, slowly burrowing into her vagina.

Lin Han's spirit-transformed body, its outer shell merely a false shell, was essentially a polymer of energy and will,
capable of changing form according to his own "instinct" fantasies. Lin Han's sexual fantasy was to become
a tentacle demon with dozens of penises. When he was on the Sephiroth, growing twenty-four tentacles was easy for him
. Now, the Sephiroth was about six hundred meters away in the river, and at that distance, Lin Han couldn't
conjure twenty-four tentacles, or even two penises, but he could still control the size,
length, and "flexibility" of his penis.

Lin Han only wanted to turn Vivien Leigh into his sex toy, his sex slave; he didn't want to brutally rape her and make her
fear sex forever. Therefore, he wanted her to achieve a perfect orgasm during her first time, no matter what. So,
after inserting a little, Lin Han quickly changed the physical form of his penis—transforming it into a flexible
, wriggling "snake" the thickness of a chopstick, which instantly burrowed into Vivien Leigh's vagina, even
penetrating through the small opening of her hymen.

By the time Vivien Leigh felt anything, the entire twenty-one-centimeter-long "snake" was inside.

"Ugh!"

Vivien Leigh continued to moan. Lin Han tightened his grip on her waist and commanded, "Untie her.
You all watch closely as King Arthur's queen writhes on me."

The Joan Fontaine sisters, dressed in tattered knight's clothes, stepped forward and unlocked the shackles on Vivien Leigh's hands.
With free, Vivien Leigh tried to struggle, but a sharp pain shot through her lower body, making her eyes widen. Her newly freed
hands instinctively clung even tighter to Lin Han.

The instant her hands were free, Lin Han abruptly changed the physical form of his penis,
transforming from a soft snake burrowing into her vagina into a hard, erect dragon. His

penis, which had rapidly expanded to three times its original diameter, instantly ruptured her fragile hymen (literally
ruptured it), and ruthlessly filled every corner of her vagina.

"Ah!"

The first sound Vivien Leigh uttered after the gag in her mouth was pulled out was a mournful cry of the end of her virginity
.

"No! Ah, it's so swollen, ah!"

Vivien Leigh screamed, struggling and pounding her fists against Lin Han in an attempt to break free, but to no avail. The Joan and Fontaine
sisters came over, grabbing her arms on either side and twisting her behind her back, while Lin Han held her waist, positioning her
body in a suspended, unsupported position. Vivien Leigh's two old classmates also joined in, pinning down her kicking legs
on either side , preventing her from struggling any further.

"It hurts—uh—please, let me go, it hurts so much, it's going to tear."

Vivien Leigh almost cried as she begged for mercy. She felt as if Lin Han was about to burst her vagina, and
the feeling of loss from her ruptured hymen shattered her already fragile heart.

"Tsk tsk, too thick? Hmm, I'll make it smaller!"

Lin Han smiled, the diameter of his penis inserted into her vagina shrinking slightly. He clearly felt that as
his penis shrank, her vagina contracted in sync,
still tightly confined even after losing a third of its diameter.

He could feel a trickle of virgin blood seeping from their point of union, staining the tattered wedding dress red. Lin
Han grinned lewdly, grabbing Vivien Leigh's breasts and playing with them for a moment. The surface of his penis
changed again according to his will, sprouting countless rough bumps the size of corn kernels. Then, his lower body twitched slightly, followed by
a forceful thrust.

"Ah!"

Vivien Leigh's body trembled, her beautiful pupils already filled with tears. Her buttocks tightened in pain,
her neck twisted as she sobbed softly. Realizing that her virginity had been taken by this devil, she gave up resisting and
struggling, only hoping that tonight's nightmare would end soon.

Lin Han began to sway his hips, his thick, long penis thrusting rapidly in and out of Vivien Leigh's tight, vulnerable vagina,
withdrawing completely and then forcefully plunging back in, using a technique of one deep thrust followed by thirteen shallow ones. He would withdraw first, and when the glans was almost slipping out of
her honeyed opening, he would thrust in again
. After insertion, he wouldn't immediately pull out, but instead, using his supernatural ability, just like with Ingrid before, he would make his penis shrink, shorten, and then suddenly swell and return to its original size within Vivien Leigh's vagina. Within a second
, he would cycle through this contraction and extension thirteen times, then withdraw with full force, and then thrust in again to the hilt.

This was Lin Han's tried-and-true technique with countless women; even a virgin without any foreplay
would experience the pleasure of sex in a very short time after being thrust into like this.

A strange, tingling sensation quickly arose in her body, spreading throughout her entire being. Vivien Leigh
realized with immense shame that less than thirty seconds after this demon had torn away her virginity, she began to feel a little
pleasure .

"Feels good, doesn't it?"

Joan Fontaine, watching from the sidelines, saw Vivien Leigh's tightly furrowed brows relax. Having had similar experiences, she
understood what was happening. Vivien Leigh kept her eyes tightly shut, refusing to look at her.

"Tasting it, huh?" Lin Han grinned wickedly, just like Joan Fontaine, his fingers constantly teasing
the small protrusion on her labia.

He could feel it too; Vivien Leigh's vagina was beginning to loosen, no longer functionally
contracting due to tension as before.

After a deep thrust, he even saw Vivien Leigh's eyebrows begin to tremble.

"Queen Guinevere, you'll soon taste the sweetness of heaven, and then forget that cowardly King Arthur and
Lancelot !"

Lin Han mumbled his improvised lines, his lower body pressing against Vivien Leigh's vulva. He no longer used long thrusts,
but purely used his supernatural ability, turning his penis into a high-speed vibrator, working at a rate of thirteen
contractions .

Gradually, Vivien Leigh realized with horror that her body was betraying her reason. At first, there were only
slight pleasures, then they slowly accumulated like grains of sand forming a tower, finally transforming into an endless surge of pleasure
. A few minutes later, she felt something shameful overflowing from her body.

"Starting to gull!"

Lin Han laughed wickedly, stopping his supernatural powers, holding her waist and making her sit upright on his lap.
Then, relying on his amazing waist and leg strength, he manipulated Vivien Leigh's body, rocking and thrusting in and out. Each thrust
was a deep and long "long-lasting" stroke.

As a guy who was good at manipulating women, what he wanted to do now was to
completely subdue this woman with his own strength and make her forever sink into the sea of desire.

"Bastard, devil... um... um... I will... never... let you go..."

Vivien Leigh cried out, cursing, barely maintaining her last shred of sanity. But her curses were
repeatedly interrupted by a series of moans. Lin Han enjoyed hearing her interrupted cries, watching
the future Oscar-winning actress's face flushed red, wanting to unleash a torrent of abuse but constantly restrained by his thrusts. He felt a strange
thrill.

"Bastard, devil... um... God... save me!"

After being thrust into from below for several minutes in a horse stance, Vivien Leigh's tightly closed
eyes showed terror. She felt it; the previous pain was no longer so intense,
replaced irresistible, indescribable sensation.

Vivien Leigh knew what this meant; it was a sign of an impending climax, but she was afraid of this
feeling . She was afraid that her first rape would lead to an orgasm, that she would succumb, like
the other women in the room, her soul stolen by this devil before her.

"God will come to save you! He will take you to heaven, just like now!"

Lin Han laughed loudly, gripping Vivien Leigh's slender waist tightly with both hands. He stopped talking and began thrusting forcefully at an even faster
pace .

| "Mmm...mmm..."

How could Vivien Leigh, a virgin who had just been defiled, withstand such a ravages? When Lin Han launched
a new wave of frenzied attacks at his fastest speed, her pretty face was flushed, her forehead was covered with fine sweat, a few strands of hair clung to her face,
her beautiful eyes were glazed, and her breathing was rapid.

"God, oh God, save me! God!"

Lin Han responded with a loud laugh, "Isn't your God me? I'm about to send you to heaven!"

He paused for a moment, allowing Vivien Leigh, who had been swaying like leaves on a tree branch in a storm,
to catch her breath.

"Mmm...I...I won't...I won't let you go..."

Vivien Leigh cried out weakly, moaning, tears streaming down her face.

"You'll become my slave, just like them!" Lin Han said, thrusting even more violently,
his body slamming against hers with resounding thuds.

This time, he didn't stop, determined to send her to heaven in one go.

Vivien Leigh felt the strange sensations in her body intensify. Each thrust from this devil felt like
a hammer blow her soul. Pleasure surged like a tidal wave over her reason, and she felt herself gradually losing herself. Heavens…

it seems to have gotten a little bigger!

"Feeling bigger? Ha, that's right, it's gotten bigger!"

Lin Han laughed heartily, his lower body pounding in and out of her like a pile driver.

"Ah…"

With a long, drawn-out moan, Vivien felt herself fall into a cloud, her mind reeling,
her soul seemingly leaving her body in that instant. An endless tide of pleasure pushed her to heaven. She opened
her cherry lips, panting, her eyes glazed over.

Lin Han gave her no chance to catch her breath, continuing to thrust forcefully, asking, "Now... do you know
what heaven is like?"

"Devil... Ah! I'm going to kill you! I'll definitely call the police and have you all arrested! Ah!"

The screaming woman was Vivien Leigh's granddaughter. She was now in the
same
the television behind her, her
grandmother, being violently fucked by Lin Han standing on the bed in a horse stance, her legs dripping with vaginal fluid and virgin blood, staining the soft white sheets. She had reached orgasm almost simultaneously with her grandmother .

"Your grandmother cried out like that back then, but in the end, she became my slave..."

Lin Han put her down, forcing her to kneel on the bed, then grabbed her hands and dragged them back, thrusting into her from behind in
a doggy-style position. On the colorful screen, her grandmother was also
being fucked from behind by the same man, just like her granddaughter in reality.

"Do you know? Your grandmother made me wait almost twenty years for this day! I let her go to
marry another man back then, hoping she'd have a daughter, so I could have them both in
bed together when they grew up. Too bad she had a son, making me wait twenty more years!"

"But it's okay! I'll find a way to get you pregnant too, and then, twenty years later,
hahahaha ..."

"Devil, devil!"

Vivien Leigh's granddaughter, Eliza, screamed, tears streaming down her face with her grandmother. Between sobs, she writhed
, as the man behind her sent her once more to heaven—or hell.

[The End]

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