[Azali's Travelogue]

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Asari's Travelogue (1)

"It's been fourteen days, Miss Asari! I'm eager to see your results..."
Asari hung up the phone, feeling a surge of frustration. As the company's chief fashion designer, she still hadn't finished
the design for the summer collection to be released next week.

"Damn it! I have absolutely no inspiration." She muttered to herself, picking up a folder from her desk
and reluctantly heading towards CEO Jeff's office.

As usual, Jeff sat in his spacious office. Through the huge glass wall, he could see
everything happening outside. At this moment, he was watching Asari approach with an arrogant expression

. Today, Asari was wearing a light blue fitted suit, revealing her long, beautiful
legs . As a blonde, blue-eyed beauty with a stunning figure, 25-year-old

Asari often walked the runway, showcasing her own designs to the audience, so she was already
used to the various kinds of stares she received. But she could never get used to

Jeff's gaze—a casual glance, yet it seemed to have circulated deep within her heart, his eyes holding
admiration, inquiry, even a hint of disdain. And something else indescribable;

in short, Asari felt uneasy whenever she saw his eyes.

"I'd love to know what kind of surprise you have for me, Miss Asari."

"Hmm… I've already designed a plan, and it's still being revised… It should be finished in about three days."
Asari said, she handed him the folder.

"You'd better hurry, Asari." Jeff's tone softened considerably. He opened the folder and
examined it carefully. Asari stood quietly, awaiting Jeff's judgment. A few

minutes later, Jeff spoke, "I understand, Miss Asari. I think it's a
brilliant design!! I think no further modifications are needed." Jeff closed

the folder, looking at Asari meaningfully, "Keep it here, I
'll do —I believe it will be a pleasant task!!"

"God has smiled upon me!" she exclaimed, walking out of Jeff's office. Asari was still puzzled. She had been prepared to be
scolded , but to her surprise, the usually stern Jeff had accepted her

nonsensical proposal so easily! "Whatever, it's approved, my job's done. Who knows what he
liked about it?"

Back in her office, Asari cheerfully poured herself a cup of coffee. "Now, time to get my own work done."
Although much smaller than Jeff's office, this room was all hers

, so she could safely do her own things. She sat down at her desk and opened one of the locked
drawers—inside were a pair of metal handcuffs, a pair of leather leg irons, several

ropes, two electric dildos, one thick and one thin, and a metal chastity belt. From these items, she
took out a folder.

It must be admitted that Asari, an object of admiration for many, had a very peculiar sexual appetite. She was passionate about SM, the kind 　　of stimulating game where one is tightly bound and finds orgasm
through pain, restraint, and loss of freedom .

Although such a "quirk" is not uncommon in today's society,
it would still attract various criticisms and

inevitably have a negative impact on her work if it became known. Therefore, although there are many SM clubs that could help her find SM
partners, she has never tried to do so. So far, she has limited herself to self-bondage

, which, while not perfect, has its own unique pleasure. The convenience of being a designer allows her
to design all kinds of novel and interesting toys based on her own physical needs. As

for manufacturing, in an open country like the United States, you can simply send your design drawings via email and
receive the finished product at home a few days later, with payment

easily completed via online electronic transfer—Asalie can always maintain the privacy of her personal hobby and avoid the strange looks from the other party during
face-to-face transactions.

Asalie took out a folder containing design drawings of various SM tools she had conceived, some of which had already been made into
finished products, while others had not. Ten days ago, she thought of needing a restraint device with a timed lock

to restrain herself, so she began designing it. Or perhaps it was because of its existence that she was unable to
complete the design scheme Jeff wanted. Now, she was preparing to

finalize the design of the timed restraint device .

Asari opened the folder.

"My God!!!" Her mind went blank—the folder contained design plans for a clothing display!
She frantically and carefully searched the office twice, finally collapsing weakly

into her chair. The truth was: she had accidentally mixed up the two folders yesterday; the one containing the SM tool
designs was now lying on Jeff's desk!

My God!! Asari buried her head in despair on the desk, her fingers digging deep into her thick blond hair. She
dared not think about what would happen next.

After a few minutes, reason returned to her, and she began to consider what to do next. "Going to
Jeff to get the folder back is impossible. He's already seen it, wait, he definitely

wouldn't consider those things as clothing display design plans, and he didn't show any surprise.
That means he knows the purpose of those things, could it be…?"

Asari decided. She stopped thinking about the consequences of this mistake and waited to see what Jeff would do. Right now, she
just felt incredibly frustrated, as if her heart was about to burst. She decided

to punish herself for this mistake. She put the handcuffs, shackles, vibrating dildo, and chastity belt from the drawer into her handbag,
walked out the office, and headed for the restroom. Behind her, in Jeff's office,

a man watched her leave, lost in thought.

The company was located on the 48th floor of the North Tower of the World Trade Center in
Manhattan . From the corridor, the entire city of New York was visible. Asari went to the restroom at the north end of the corridor. The view

was excellent; she could see the sea. More importantly, this restroom was rarely used. Asari often
played a game of self-restraint here. Once, under the pretext of working overtime, she

handcuffed herself to the restroom windowsill for an entire night. Gazing at the brightly lit city below and the dark, mysterious sea in the distance,
experiencing the loneliness and hopelessness of being restrained was a truly wonderful feeling.

But Asari wasn't in the mood. Firstly, she just wanted to get rid of her frustration as quickly as possible, and secondly, it was
during work and visiting hours, with people coming and going, and she didn't have the courage. She

took out the handcuff key from her bag, placed it behind the sink faucet, then chose the innermost stall,
locked the door, emptied her bladder, and took out her devices from her bag.

She first took out the electric dildo, a remote
-controlled combination device consisting of two plastic dildos connected by a wire—one thick and short, the other thin and long. There were small beads on the tops of the dildos. The remote control
was in her handbag. She inserted the two dildos into her vagina and anus respectively, the thin and long one into her vagina and the thick and short
one into her anus—she always liked this way, as it seemed to better allow her to experience that emptiness and longing of desperately wanting to reach orgasm but always feeling something was missing
. The thin and long dildo almost touched her cervix, making her tremble, while the thick and
short dildo in her anus made her feel bloated.

She took out a metal chastity belt, a design she had made herself, perfectly conforming to her body. At
the waist buckle was a timer lock with two pins for securing the belt and the
stainless steel . She put the chastity belt on and inserted the two connecting plates into the timer lock. The two penises were inserted even deeper
, and she couldn't help but groan softly.

As punishment, she set the timer to unlock after twelve hours—there were two other ways
to open it: one was the key that came with it, but unfortunately, Asari had thrown it away the day she received it.
The other way was to find a blacksmith.

Having done all this, Asari was already very excited; her earlier frustration seemed to have transformed into a masochistic thrill.
She took out handcuffs and shackles. The shackles were detachable, double-layered leather with steel wire embedded inside, and several D-rings on the outside.
She tightened them onto her ankles, then took out a timer lock she had recently
bought —the key, too, had been thrown away. Above the toilet tank in the bathroom was a U-shaped water pipe, which
she could use to lock her feet to. She sat on the toilet seat, raising her legs to the U-shaped pipe.
She set the timer for twenty minutes, then used it to secure the D-rings on her shackles, locking them tightly
to the pipe.

It was work time, and Asari didn't want her boss to find out she'd been gone for a long time. Given her
mood , she didn't want to endure any more torment.

As a final step, she took out a remote control from her bag, turned both switches to the low setting, and the two dildos inside
her began to vibrate. The slender penis inside her vagina rotated incessantly. Enduring the intense stimulation, she
threw the remote control back into her bag, picked up the handcuffs, and firmly cuffed her hands behind her back.

Asari was utterly helpless. Her current position was: feet fixed to the water pipe, thighs pressed against
the toilet tank, back entirely on the toilet seat, hands cuffed behind her back, head hanging in the air, face staring at the ceiling.

Her current predicament was this: she had to remain in this uncomfortable position for twenty minutes until the timer automatically popped open
, allowing her to retrieve the handcuff key from the sink and gain her freedom. As for her genitals, that wouldn't ease for another twelve hours.

A few minutes later, Asari could no longer bear the intense desire emanating from her lower body, but her current position left
her buttocks with nowhere to touch,
not even the corner of the toilet seat through the chastity belt. "Oh, I'm going crazy. I'm a slutty whore. I'm punishing myself,"
Asari cursed herself inwardly as she writhed.

The writhing brought her some comfort, but just as this comfort was about to push her to the peak of pleasure,
someone would come in to relieve themselves, forcing her to suppress her desire, remain silent, and
start all over again after they left. She was tormented like this repeatedly…

It felt like an eternity when Asari heard the ticking of the clock, and then the timer on her shackles
popped open. She used her handcuffed hands to support her body, letting her numb legs slide silently down the wall.
Ignoring the aching neck from looking up for so long, she used her handcuffed hands to take the remote control from her bag and turned it to
the highest setting.

Instantly, it felt as if an electric current passed through her body. After enduring twenty minutes of desire, Asari soared to
the peak of pleasure, collapsing weakly to the ground…

Turning off the remote control, she sat on the floor to rest for a few minutes. Asari prepared to go to the sink outside to retrieve
the key to her handcuffs. Just as she unlocked the door, she heard someone come in. Startled, she quickly locked the door again and listened carefully to the sounds
outside .

Someone came in, but she didn't seem to need to use the restroom. She just walked around in the bathroom,
even lingering in front of Asari's door for a moment. Asari's heart was pounding with tension. Fortunately,
the person left quickly.

A little while later, she heard the sound of water running and then leaving.

After this while, Asari felt a lot of fluid flowing from her lower body again.

Jeff left his office and walked around the company, but not seeing Asari, he
asked an employee. This employee, an admirer of Asari and keenly aware of her movements, replied that she seemed to have
gone north down the corridor. Jeff walked north down the corridor but didn't see her.

As he passed the restroom, a thought suddenly struck him. He looked around, casually hung the "
Closed " sign on the doorknob, and then pushed open the women's restroom door.

"Thank God I didn't leave earlier. If I had left ten seconds earlier, I would have been in big trouble," Asari
thought to . Making sure no one was around, she unlocked the door again, gently opened it, and quickly ran to the sink,
not wanting anyone to come in during her run. Reaching the sink, Asari stared in disbelief—the handcuff key
was gone!

Confirming the key was indeed missing, Asari ran back to the toilet stall, locked the door, and plopped down on
the toilet —no longer caring about the stimulation from the two penises inside her.

“The only possibility is that someone saw the key there, assumed it was lost, and handed it to
the caretaker ,” Asari thought quickly. Without the key, the handcuffs couldn't be opened. Completely naked,
her hands cuffed behind her back, a metal chastity belt around her lower body, leather shackles on her feet, and an electric vibrator inserted into her body—
this image would never allow her to leave this room. She had no boyfriend, and although she had a few close
friends, she never used a cell phone, and there was no telephone in the restroom, making it impossible for her to contact them.

She really didn't know what to do. Sitting blankly on the toilet, Asari was completely dumbfounded.

Asari's Travelogue (2)

In the office, Jeff was sitting in a comfortable executive chair, playing with a key in his hand.

"What is lovely Asari doing now?"

Jeff thought with a smile. What a beautiful girl, even the key to the handcuffs has a small heart-shaped
crystal hanging on it, "a souvenir worth treasuring."

As a member of the SM Freemasonry, Jeff was originally worried: this year it was his turn to send
female slaves . But as of this morning, he did not have a suitable candidate. Thinking of

the huge fine he would face and being expelled from the SM Freemasonry, he was restless. But the folder that Asari mistakenly handed him
made him realize that his good luck had come. When he found Asari in the women's restroom

and saw the key on the sink (no SM enthusiast could not see that it was a handcuff key),
he knew what Asari was doing. He quickly made a decision: take the key.

He picked up the phone: "Is this The New York Times? I hope you can send a reporter to the 48th
floor of the North Tower of the World Trade Center. Perhaps there will be a surprising discovery..." Now all he had to do was wait, wait for
everything to happen, and then send Asari on her magical journey.

Asari didn't know how long she had been in the bathroom; she was losing all sense of time.
All her attention was now focused on her lower body. The stimulation of the thin penis in her vagina against her uterus was barely
tolerable, but the suffocating feeling from the thick penis in her anus was becoming increasingly intense; she felt her whole body
swelling. Normally, knowing that this would all end at some point would be incredibly
enjoyable for her; she could endure it for twelve hours until her body was freed. But now, the fear of not being able to
free made her lack the willpower to resist.

A strong urge to defecate came from her anus; she felt her body had become a fireball. She desperately squeezed her anus,
futilely trying to expel the penis, which was firmly locked by the chastity belt. The result was an even more unbearable swelling;
she felt her body was about to explode. Asari was sweating profusely, her mind blank. This was no longer
the kind of pain a woman could endure.

She was on the verge of collapse.

Finally, Asari let out a groan, the sound growing louder and louder. When all the pain and despair made her feel that
life had lost all its meaning, she let out a hysterical scream…

“It’s with great regret, Miss Asari. The company appreciates your talent, and losing you is a huge loss for us.
However, considering the negative impact your eccentric behavior has had on the fashion industry, the company has decided

to terminate your contract. You can sue the company for discriminating against sadomasochists—but I think you understand
what that means.” The HR manager handed her a check. “

This is the company’s compensation. Good luck, Miss Asari.”

What did it mean? It meant being scrutinized by the public again in broad daylight. After being rescued from the bathroom after struggling for
eight hours, Asari knew this would happen. She no longer wanted to recall
the flashing lights of the reporters, the headlines in the newspapers like “Beautiful Female Designer Goes Astray in Sadomasochistic Games.” She indifferently picked up the check,
head down , and quickly walked out of the company, behind her the whispers and complicated looks of her former colleagues.

Asari now had to seriously consider her future: she was a news figure, and it was clear her
fashion design career was over; no company wanted to hire her. And she had no other skills. Losing
her $200,000-a-year job meant facing a mountain of bills. She paced back and forth in the house,
unsure how much longer this comfortable apartment would remain hers without the ability to pay the loans.

"Oh God, how could this happen? Why did all this bad luck suddenly come my way?" Asari
was utterly dejected.

"Ding-dong..." The doorbell rang. Asari was puzzled. Since the incident, she had refused all visits and
calls, and had even bought a large amount of groceries, intending to stay home alone for a while. Why would anyone come
? Hopefully, it wasn't some annoying reporter or some enthusiastic sadomasochistic organization—she was already afraid of them. She opened
the door.

"Is this Miss Asari? —I'm a deliveryman from the courier company. Here are your items, please sign for them."

"I didn't order anything! Could there be a mistake?" Asari was confused.

“Yes, the address and name are correct. Please sign for it.”

Asari took the delivery slip, which indicated that payment had been made. She signed it and carried the box into the house.

After seeing the deliveryman off, Asari curiously opened the box. “Oh, it’s so exquisite!” she exclaimed.

She was very familiar with the contents of the box; it was the timed restraint device she had designed. It was an A-shaped
metal device. At the top of the A were two detachable and adjustable metal penises. On both sides of the A were 5-centimeter-wide
metal handcuffs, and at the bottom were 8-centimeter-wide metal leg irons. The handcuffs and leg irons were firmly welded to 20-centimeter-
wide metal plates on both sides.

The 20-centimeter width was designed so that Asari wouldn’t lose her balance and fall while riding it.
Between the two metal plates was a retractable connecting rod. Inside one of the metal plates was a small
electronic control device. According to Asari’s design, all the handcuffs were electronic locks,
connected to this controller via wires hidden in the metal plates. Below the right handcuffs was a button to activate the device
(it could only be activated, not stopped). The user simply set the time on the controller, sat on it,
placed their limbs in the handcuff positions, and pressed the button with their right hand. The handcuffs would automatically lock, the timer would start
, and the four locks would automatically unlock after the time was up.

Inside the other metal plate was a power socket for charging the restraints. Asari glanced at the instructions;
a two-hour charge provided six hours of use, which was slightly less than her design requirements, but acceptable. Besides, it could be left plugged in if
needed —if no movement was required.

"Extremely exquisite! It must cost at least four thousand," Asari exclaimed. She was certain Jeff
had ordered and delivered it, as only he and she had seen the design drawings. This confirmed her earlier suspicions
—Jeff was also an SM enthusiast. As for his purpose in sending it, Asari couldn't quite figure it out, "Anyway,
he must have had a reason."

What she wanted to do now was experience the pleasure the restraints could bring her. She plugged it in to charge
and was pleasantly surprised to find it was already fully charged. "What thoughtful service," she couldn't help but admire the manufacturer's attention to detail.

After a comfortable shower, Asari began her game. She first adjusted the length of the connecting bar so that her
feet could barely touch the ground when she sat on it, because she wanted to experience the feeling of moving her body while sitting on it. Then she set
the timer for ten minutes—she wasn't sure what the consequences would be.

She took the nipple clamps, smeared some ointment on the two metal dildos, and easily sat on them, the two
metal rods deeply inserted into her vagina and anus. She clipped one of the nipple clamps onto her left nipple, the chain
passing through the metal ring at the top of the restraint, and then clipped the other clamp onto her right nipple. Due to the restraint of the nipple chain, her
upper body could only lean forward. Then she put her hands and feet into the shackles, pressed a button with her right hand, and with a "click,"
the restraints locked.

She tried to move her right foot, and her entire body weight pressed down, her lower body was violently slammed, and a wave of tingling
pleasure spread throughout her body. Her legs, restrained by the braces, only allowed her right foot to move forward stiffly
a few centimeters. "So wonderful!" She moved her left foot, and another intense pleasure surged through her—at this moment, her only
wish was to stay on this metal frame forever.

Ten minutes passed, the braces unlocked, and Asari was still savoring the pleasure of being unable to move. Since
there were no adverse consequences, she decided to enjoy it for a longer time. Setting the timer to two hours,
Asari began her game again. "Right foot…left foot…oh—"

With each movement, the pain from the nipple clamps and the unparalleled pleasure in her lower body made her feel like she was dying of pleasure
; work, bills, loans—all were forgotten.

Just as Asari was reveling in the torment and pleasure brought by the braces, "Ding-dong…" the doorbell rang again.

"Oh my god, who is it this time? Is it another delivery guy?" The incessant doorbell ringing interrupted
Asari 's enjoyment. Of course, this wasn't the first time she'd encountered this situation while masochistic; usually,
the person would assume no one was home and leave after a few minutes. Sure enough, the ringing stopped after two minutes. But then the phone
rang .

Asari, strapped to the restraints, neither wanted to nor could answer. After several rings, a male voice came from the
answering machine : "Asari, this is Jeff. I know you're home, I know
what you're doing. I'm outside your door, please open it." "God! He's a devil!" Asari decided that
no matter what, she couldn't open the door before the restraints unlocked; she absolutely couldn't let Jeff, who always made her feel uncomfortable,
see her like this.

"Since you're unwilling to open the door willingly, I'll have to use another method," Jeff's
voice .

"Ah—" A sudden electric current surged through Asari's vagina, causing her body to arch like a fish
, her nipples being pulled as if they were about to fall off by the nipple clamps.

"Ah—ah ah—ah—" Another electric current, this time from her anus. Asari's body convulsed, the natural
bodily reaction causing her nipples to throb with pain once again.

"Would you like to open the door, Asari?" Jeff's voice came from outside the door again. Asari then
realized that the electric shock was coming from Jeff. "That wretched guy, he added

a remote-controlled electric shock device to my design, but took the remote!!"

Another electric current, very slight and continuous, made Asari feel an indescribable comfort. With
the stimulation , she involuntarily twisted her body, allowing the two metal rods inside her to rub against her vagina and rectum to the maximum extent.
She felt warm liquid flowing from both holes. In five more seconds, she would reach an unparalleled
orgasm . Just then, the current stopped, and Asari felt an indescribable emptiness. She desperately twisted her body
, trying to prolong the feeling, but it was all in vain.

Immediately afterward, a powerful electric current, almost beyond her tolerance, surged through her anus, as if a hand were trying to
rip her rectum out. She screamed in agony and collapsed onto the restraints.

"I'm giving you one last chance, Asari." "Please stop, I'll open the door for you," Asari
said weakly. She began to move the restraints with difficulty using her toes. As she moved forward, the electric shocks
sent an even stronger, more craving pleasure through her lower body. Being forced to complete a difficult task under a man's abuse
filled her with a strange joy! Even
the painful electric shocks of a few minutes ago now tasted sweet—she felt no hatred for Jeff
, only fear and anticipation for the unknown.

Asari was now about five meters from the door, and each difficult, pleasurable movement was no more
than six or seven centimeters. A few minutes later, she received another, mild electric shock; clearly, Jeff outside
was growing impatient. “Please wait a little longer, I…I…I’m not very mobile.”

“Okay, I’ll give you ten more minutes—if you exceed that…” Asali hurriedly tried to move faster.
There were still three meters to go, and ten minutes was a tight timeframe. She didn’t want to be subjected to that terrifying electric current through her lower body again. But increasing her
speed only intensified the torment on her nipples, and the stimulation of her vagina and anus was even greater
. She was already moving forward in a semi-conscious state.

Finally, she reached the door, drenched in sweat, and struggled to unlock it with her mouth. There she saw Jeff’s
strong figure, carrying a large bag. In that instant, she
felt utterly ashamed of appearing before him in such a lewd manner.

Jeff closed the door, scrutinized Asali, ignored her, and sat down on the sofa
without a word . Asali, in her current state—legs spread apart by restraints, limbs firmly locked in metal cuffs,
metal rods deeply inserted into her vagina and anus—was also speechless. She felt she was now truly a prisoner awaiting his
judgment.

“A perfect piece!” Jeff exclaimed. Any SM enthusiast
would exclaim the same thing upon seeing such a perfect combination of beauty and metal. He brandished the stun gun remote control in his hand. “Come here!”
She feared the remote control in his hand, but she liked his unquestionable command.

She obeyed.

As she moved, she felt the weak yet comfortable electric current. Under the combined effect of the current and the metal rod
, she once again enjoyed the waves of pleasure; her sense of shame had long since vanished.

No longer ashamed of having her lewd appearance seen by this man, she writhed
and quickened her pace, moving only a few steps before her body trembled and she collapsed weakly onto
the restraints—the overwhelming orgasm had utterly overwhelmed her.

When she awoke, Asari found herself lying in bed, Jeff sitting on the living room sofa, casually flipping through a newspaper. Looking at
him, she had to admit that she had been completely conquered by him. She walked over.

"Kneel down," he said gently, and she obediently knelt before him.

"From now on, I am your master, and you must obey me unconditionally." "Yes, my master."

"You will wear this for the next few days." Jeff reached into his large bag and pulled out a pair of heavy-
looking iron shackles. The shackles had a collar and a thick belt, with a large iron chain
connecting the collar, handcuffs, leg irons, and belt. Jeff dressed Asari and helped her stand up. She then realized
the shackles weighed at least twenty kilograms. Worse still, the distance between her feet was only fifteen centimeters, and the distance between her hands
was no more than twenty-five centimeters. Due to the belt, her hands could only extend thirty centimeters forward. This meant
her daily life would be severely restricted.

Jeff glanced at the refrigerator, which was well-stocked. "Good, you don't have to worry about food anymore. Now—
lie down."

Asari felt Jeff's enormous penis deeply inserted into her body. It was a completely
different feeling from metal or plastic penises; it was a living, breathing entity. The joy of being powerfully filled by it filled her body and mind. If
her hands weren't tightly cuffed in front of her, she would have eagerly embraced him, caressed every inch of his skin, and expressed her
joy at everything he had given her…

That night, Asari slept sweetly. The cold, heavy shackles that bound her body became her
haven… What would tomorrow bring?

Asari's Travelogue (3)

It feels so good to be bound by my master. Asari clumsily
made lunch with her shackled hands, thinking happily... She had been naked in these heavy iron shackles for four days,
overcoming the initial discomfort. Now she even felt that it had been with her body since the day she was born
, and this was the life that should belong to her.

In these four days, Jeff only called occasionally, ordering her to do
things like touching her clitoris or masturbating with a vibrator, and nothing else.

After eating haphazardly, Asari sat on the chair by the window and took off her slippers. She curled up her legs,
rested on her knees, and placed her shackled hands on the insteps of her equally shackled feet. The weight and clanging of the shackles reminded her that
she was helpless—this posture made her feel safe and secure.

Gazing at the bright sunlight outside the window, Asari was lost in thought.

She remembered that damned day that changed her life—her pitiful cries attracted the building's security guards

, and worse, a reporter who happened to be near the restroom, who mercilessly photographed her
disheveled state. The security guards simply wrapped her body in a thin blanket and carried the nearly unconscious woman away
from the restroom. What happened next still filled Asari with immense shame: the security guards had to actually have
a blacksmith remove her chastity belt!

She had forgotten the hellish pain of the massive, destructive shears tearing at the chastity belt, but
the shame of being naked and exposed as a harlot in front of everyone was forever etched into her heart—and
all of was of her own making.

And now, just ten days later, she was
locked in her home in heavy shackles by her former boss, a man named Jeff. She had deeply regretted the serious consequences of her actions and
resolved to restrain herself, but she couldn't overcome the unrestrained lust within her; ultimately, physical and
psychological desires prevailed.

Just like now, chained in shackles, her excuse was: This time it wasn't my fault; I submitted under his
coercion, I had no choice.

Was it really forced? Was it really not my own will? Asari found it laughable;
wasn't this exactly the dream she had longed for for years—to be subdued by a powerful man with undeniable violence,
to grovel at his feet, to let him use and control her body, even her soul? Now,
the only thing wasn't sure about was that going from being Jeff's subordinate for two years to his slave was a transition she was finding difficult to adapt to. She
didn't know how to behave well in front of him; after all, this was the first time in her life she had tried to give her body
and mind entirely to a man. She told herself to obey his will one hundred percent, to exchange absolute
obedience for his happiness—which was also her happiness.

Involuntarily, Asari felt her lower body become wet. She desperately missed
the ecstatic . If she weren't in shackles, she would eagerly experience it—she had tried wearing
the restraints with the iron shackles on, but the 15-centimeter gap between her feet proved her efforts futile. So, she could only helplessly watch
the metallic figure standing quietly in the corner of the room, its body radiating a captivating luster. She desperately longed for Jeff to appear
quickly , to torture her in his own way, to enjoy her, to drive her mad.

Asari stroked her clitoris for a while. She decided that, no matter what, she wouldn't allow herself
to ; she would leave everything to him.

The phone rang. Asari ran to the receiver at the fastest speed a person carrying 20 kilograms could manage.

Finally, she heard Jeff's voice: "Prepare dinner for me, Asari. Then kneel behind the door to greet me.
" Hanging up the phone, Asari began her joyful busywork.

Watching Asari obediently kneeling on the floor to open the door for him, Jeff nodded in satisfaction. Kneeling on her knees,
buttocks resting on her heels, hands neatly placed on her thighs, Asari greeted
him with the humility expected of a female slave. He examined Asari's body; after four days of being tightly bound in shackles, there were no obvious marks—
a first-rate masochistic constitution. Jeff was satisfied. Her blonde hair cascaded down Asari's shoulders, making her
bright eyes appear even clearer and more captivating. Even in shackles, she still radiated youthful vitality.

A perfect beauty, Jeff thought to himself, those SM Freemasons must be ecstatic.

A lavish dinner was laid out on the table; one could imagine the immense effort Asari, whose hands could only move twenty or thirty centimeters, had put in
to prepare it . Jeff pulled out a chair and sat down. "Are you satisfied with my cooking, Master?" Asari
asked obsequiously as she walked to the table. She pulled out another chair and sat down.

*Slap!* A crisp slap landed on Asari's face, and she froze. "

First, a slave is never entitled to sit at the same table as his master unless permitted;
second , a slave is never entitled to speak to his master unless asked; third,
a slave cannot change his posture in front of his master unless permitted." Jeff said expressionlessly, "
Do you understand?" "Yes, Master." Asari stood up, walked to the door, and knelt down again. Jeff took a
plate, filled it with food from each dish, and placed the plate at his feet. "Crawl over here and eat your food."
Asari crawled on all fours like a dog, the chains dragging on the ground, making a crisp sound that filled her
with shame. Climbing to the plate, Asari hesitated, unsure whether to eat with her hands or directly
with her mouth .

Jeff, engrossed in his meal, ignored Asari, seemingly quite pleased with her cooking. Asari dared not ask him
what to do. After a moment's thought, to avoid unnecessary punishment, she decided to eat directly with her mouth, leaning her
head towards the plate.

"A clever girl," Jeff thought, now certain that Asari was perfectly capable of fulfilling
the task he would assign her, freeing him from his obligations to other SM Freemasons. "This is delicious."
Jeff contentedly picked up a piece of beef.

After dinner, Jeff enjoyed Asari's body. The method was simple: he locked her handcuffs and shackles
together, tied a rope around her waist to a hook on the ceiling, keeping her legs straight and
buttocks high in the air, and then inserted himself into her anus. Finally, Jeff ejaculated inside Asari, and
Asari experienced the pent-up climax she had longed for.

"We have to go out." After enjoying the fragrant coffee Asari had brewed, Jeff gave the order; the clock had
struck 11:30 PM. He took out the key and unlocked the shackles that had been with Asari for the past four days. Asari felt a
sense of relief , followed by a slight emptiness deep within her body. But these feelings didn't last long.
After putting on a white tight-fitting t-shirt and black silk trousers, Jeff tightly bound her hands behind her back with a rope, wrapping it around
her waist twice. Asari felt as if her hands and waist were one, completely immobile. Then her elbows were also
tightly bound, the rope so tight that her elbows almost touched. Asari, who rarely touched rope,
felt as if her arms were no longer her own. She could only desperately thrust her full breasts upward to alleviate some of the pain.

Next, Jeff took out a pair of leather leg shackles connected by a 20-centimeter-long thin black iron chain from Asari's self-torture tools
, locked them on her feet, and then put a 5-centimeter-diameter horse harness-shaped gag over her head, tightening
the leather strap . Then he put 10-centimeter high heels on her, making her already prominent breasts even more noticeable. After doing all this,
Jeff pushed Asari out of the apartment.

The hallway was quiet; they didn't take the elevator but instead walked down the stairs from the fifth floor. Asari knew that no one
usually used the stairs, so she wasn't worried about being seen. The pain in her arms prevented her from
looking down at the ground; she could only use the corner of her eye to keep her balance as she walked down step by step. Thanks to the past
few days in shackles, she had become quite accustomed to this small, shuffling gait. The only discomfort was
Jeff occasionally slapping her buttocks and thighs, urging her to walk faster; each slap sent
a burning .

Reaching the apartment door, Jeff picked Asari up, quickly walked to the car, opened the door, and tossed her into
the back seat . There were some pedestrians on the street, but no one noticed them. The car
sped towards Asari's place of shame—the World Trade Center.

The car pulled into the building's underground parking lot. Jeff dragged Asari out. "Go up here yourself and
wait for me at the company entrance." With that, he stepped on the gas and drove away—he wanted to park in another
block ; he didn't want the company to find out he'd spent the whole night in the building.

Behind him was Asari's lonely, bound figure.

Asari knew she faced another problem. The elevator in the basement only went up to the thirtieth floor; she had to
take another elevator to reach the company's forty-eighth floor, and the elevator entrance was over fifty meters from the company.
Bound, besides the difficulty of walking, her biggest fear was being seen. "I
have no . I'm already a news figure; it's just another embarrassment," Asari
reassured herself as she began to move. The thrill of the adventure had already made her genitals overflow
. "I'm such a slut," she even muttered to herself with a hint of glee.

It took Asari nearly five minutes to reach the elevator. Ignoring the pain in her arm, she pressed the up button with the tip of her nose.
The elevator opened, she stepped inside, and then pressed 30 with the tip of her nose again
. The moment the elevator started moving, her heart clenched. The elevator stopped at the thirtieth floor, and the doors slowly opened. Asari's heart was pounding.
Thankfully, no one was there. She peeked out; the spacious lobby was completely silent. She took a deep breath, mustered her courage,
and stepped out the elevator, walking towards another elevator ten meters away. The sound of her footsteps echoed in the empty lobby.

Finally reaching it, she pressed the button and stepped inside. As the elevator doors closed, Asari let out a long sigh of relief.
The past two minutes had felt like an eternity; the short journey had already left her sweating profusely with tension. She wondered if
her fragile nerves could withstand the challenges ahead. The elevator stopped, and Asari's heart leaped into her chest again;
she was so nervous she could hardly breathe. Thankfully, there was still no movement in the corridor. She tried to control her
panic and stepped out of the elevator. Her footsteps echoed again in the corridor.

1, 2, 3, 4… Asari counted silently, forcing herself to focus entirely on
her body's movement, ignoring any potential problems. Otherwise, she feared she
would collapse before even completing those fifty meters, a distance equivalent to a thousand miles.

Ah—I am enslaved—my body doesn't belong to me… Oh,
it feels so good to be bound and staggering in a dangerous place!! Asari could no longer control her body;
overflowing fluids spilled from her, dripping onto the gleaming floor. She didn't know how much time had passed…
After a long while, she finally slumped down in front of the company door, exhausted.

The door opened, and Jeff pulled her into the room. "I've been waiting for you for ten minutes," Jeff said angrily. "
I'm sorry, Master, I promise I'll do better next time," Asari said , her voice

brimming with barely suppressed joy. With Jeff's arrival, all the tension and fear vanished instantly,
replaced by an overwhelming excitement and an empty desire to touch her genitals, her hands unable to move.
She desperately needed Jeff to torture her, possess her, and give to her in any way he pleased.

Jeff led Asari to a suite within the office, where a detachable X-shaped torture
rack was mounted on the wall. The straps on the rack could securely restrain the victim's wrists, elbows, shoulders, chest, waist, legs, knees, and ankles
. Jeff untied all of Asari's restraints, watched her go to the restroom to clean herself, and then
tightly bound her to the X-shaped rack. The straps were exceptionally tight; except for her head, Asari
couldn't move an inch.

"To signify my possession of you, I will pierce a metal ring through your clitoris to indicate your belonging to me.
It's a painful ritual. Are you willing to accept it?" Jeff asked.

"Yes, Master, I am. Everything you do for me brings me joy." Though
surprised , Asari answered eagerly. She now only wanted him to do it to her quickly—however he did it
.

"Okay." Jeff picked up the gag Asari had previously worn, and after stuffing several pieces of gauze into her
mouth to make sure all the gaps were filled, he put the gag on her. Asari's mouth was stretched to its
limit, her tongue was tightly pressed against the gauze, and the leather straps on both sides of her nose were pulling painfully.

Not only that, Jeff also wrapped her mouth tightly with a 3-centimeter-wide roll of duct tape, so that apart from heavy breathing through
her nose , she could only make a faint, mosquito-like sound. She didn't understand why he
was restricting her mouth so tightly.

Jeff took out a sturdy alloy ring, two centimeters in diameter and two millimeters thick, engraved with his initials,
D.J. This was custom-made for Asali; the small ring cost him a thousand dollars, and it
was so hard that even ordinary ripping shears couldn't cut it. One end of the ring was hollow, and the other end had an extremely fine traction needle. His
next task was to pierce Asali's clitoris with the traction needle, thread the ring through it, and then insert the traction needle into the hollow
end of the ring. The internal mechanism would automatically lock, thus securing it almost permanently to her clitoris.

Jeff gently pinched Asali's labia and slowly moved his fingers to her clitoris, which was
swollen . He pinched it with two fingers, pulled it upwards, and

inserted the traction needle into the central protrusion. Jeff's initial caresses gave Asali indescribable pleasure, and the pinching of
her clitoris made her muscles tense with excitement. But then, an excruciating pain shot through her clitoris,
and all the pleasure vanished. The intense pain caused Asari to writhe desperately, trying to break free,
a muffled howl escaping her throat as she felt her clitoris being torn apart. She struggled
futilely, like a fish being grilled.

Jeff knew this would happen; she wasn't the first female slave he'd pierced. This was why he had to
bind her tightly and gag her; he didn't want to hear a wolf-like scream.
He continued his work, resolutely and steadily piercing her entire clitoris with the needle. After a few minutes,
he finished, adjusted the position, and locked the alloy ring. Asari was clearly exhausted;
sweat streamed down her body, and her head slumped weakly against the wall. It was always like this; only after the baptism of pain could one
enjoy the sublime pleasure. He decided to leave her like this for a while.

An hour later, Jeff put Asari down, but didn't remove the gag from her mouth. He carried the limp
Asari to the huge French window and laid her down. He handcuffed her hands with a pair of 5-centimeter-wide metal handcuffs, then
fastened them to her clitoral ring. The key to the handcuffs was hung on the rack.

Then, Jeff undressed, lay down on the bed, and quickly drifted off to sleep.

It took Asari a long time to recover from the excruciating pain. The pain in her lower body wasn't as intense, but the foreign object inside
her was still very uncomfortable, and the slightest movement of her hands locked to the clitoral ring caused excruciating pain again. She could only
remain motionless, staring blankly at the dark night sky outside the window…

Gradually, she felt the pain in her clitoris slowly disappearing, and a sensation she had never experienced before quietly
spread through her lower body. She gently moved her tightly locked hands, and a strange pleasure accompanied by a slight pain came—
a joy that made every nerve in her body throb and her heart contract violently. Unable to control herself, she
kept swinging her arms, once, twice… The climax, vibrating deep into her bones, propelled her to heaven—she
closed her eyes , spread her legs, and lay on the carpet, her mind blank, a profound peace washing over her. In the quiet night
, she felt herself flying…

As the climax subsided, Asari felt parched. She got up to go to the bathroom for some water, only to find
her mouth tightly sealed; her hand, locked to her clitoral ring, couldn't pry it open. She went to the bedside; Jeff
was fast asleep. She hesitated, then decided not to wake him. The clock on the wall told her it was
5 a.m. on September 11th. Dawn was approaching anyway; she'd just have to endure it. She sat by the window again, quietly waiting for dawn.
September 11th. She remembered this day; it was another beginning in her life.

Dawn broke, and the vast city began to come alive. Watching the cars crawling like ants beneath her feet,
Asari felt life was so radiant, and she believed her future would be filled with joy.

The clock struck 8:40, and Jeff was still asleep. Ashley decided
to wake . She stood up, stretched her slightly numb legs, and walked to the bedside.
Just then, a huge roar came from outside the window. She turned around and was immediately stunned—a huge
plane was heading straight for her!

Ashley's Travelogue (4)

Jeff was also awakened by the huge roar. He opened his eyes and just as he was trying to figure out what was happening, the plane
crashed into the building dozens of meters above them. The room shook violently as if it had experienced an earthquake of magnitude eight. Jeff
was thrown to the ground, and Ashley also fell to the ground, rolling around on the floor in a mess as the building shook.
The violent shaking lasted for several seconds before stopping. Jeff, dazed and confused, scrambled to his feet and pulled Asari to his feet. He
still couldn't understand what had happened. He frantically ripped the duct tape from Asari's mouth, removed the gag, and
took out the wet gauze from her mouth.

"A plane—a plane—crashed into a building!!" Asari, finally free of her mouth, breathed
a sigh of relief and told Jeff everything that had happened in a terrified voice.

"My God!" Jeff exclaimed in shock, "The plane must have gone out of control. It's too dangerous here; we have to
get out of here right away." Now he had to unlock Asari's handcuffs.

The room was a mess; various items were scattered all over the table and filing cabinets. Jeff searched for
several minutes but couldn't find the handcuff key that had been hanging on the X-frame. Outside the window, a television
broadcast circling overhead. As Jeff frantically searched the room,
Asari cried out in alarm, "Look! Another plane!" Jeff looked out the window—a huge
passenger plane was swooping down towards the South Tower of the World Trade Center across the street! A few seconds later, a blinding fireball rose,
followed by billowing smoke.

"It's impossible for two planes to crash at the same time..." Jeff muttered, dumbfounded. "Oh God,
this must be a terrorist attack! We have to get out of here!" Jeff jumped up, grabbed the terrified Asari,
threw her still-bound labia into the blankets on the bed, hastily wrapped her up, and rushed out of the room with her in his arms.

The entire building was gripped by extreme panic; everywhere were screams of terror and
streams of people rushing to escape with their belongings. No one paid any attention to Jeff and his blankets. The elevators were out of service, so
Jeff, carrying Asari, followed the flow of people downstairs. As the building descended, he felt Asari
growing . Reaching the thirtieth floor, Jeff, nearly exhausted, discovered the elevator in the lobby was still working. Ignoring
the security guard's warnings, he squeezed in—he simply couldn't carry her another thirty floors.

Lying in Jeff's arms, Asari couldn't see what was happening outside, but she could feel the thick atmosphere of
panic . For some reason, despite her own intense tension, she felt safe and secure;
even a little sweet at being bound and led to safety by someone else. She had forgotten
the real threat of death; she only knew that from this moment on, she had completely merged this man into her
soul.

The elevator safely reached the ground floor. Jeff breathed a sigh of relief and quickly ran out of the building. The surrounding streets were
blocked off , and vehicles were prohibited. Jeff secretly rejoiced at his decision to park the car in another block the night before; otherwise,
carrying Asari like this on the street would easily attract the attention of the police or other concerned individuals. He
ran .

Jeff drove to Asari's apartment building, carried her into the foyer, and found everyone
sitting nervously in front of the television. He placed Asari on her sofa in her room, kissed her lips in
comfort , and hurried away; he now had to deal with the consequences of this disaster for the company.

Watching Jeff leave, Asari stood up from the sofa, walked to the television, and struggled to turn it on with her locked hand
. The tugging at her clitoris sent a surge of heat through her, but she ignored it, her attention completely focused
on the live news report. The fire raged, and people fled for their lives. When she saw people desperately
jumping from smoke-filled high-rises, Asari could no longer control herself and burst into tears
—at that moment, all of America wept…

“Ring…” The urgent ringing of the phone startled Asari, who was immersed in grief. Tears welled in her eyes as
she pressed the speakerphone button. Her mother’s relieved voice came through the phone: “God bless! I can finally hear your
voice . I just watched TV and learned about the disaster in America. Your father and I were so worried, afraid you were in there too…”
Her mother cried, and Asari kept comforting her. Asari was born in the Netherlands and came to America alone at eighteen to study and
work . She hadn’t seen her parents for nearly ten years and rarely spoke to them on the phone. But a mother is a mother,
and no matter how far her child goes, she can never escape her mother’s sight. Her parents were unaware that Asari had been
fired ; she had made up a bunch of stories to reassure them.

After hanging up the phone, Azalie, her mouth already parched, went to the kitchen, skillfully turned on the tap and drank her fill.
She then wiped her tears on a towel before sitting back down in front of the television.

The fire was raging, and people continued to flee the buildings. Suddenly, the screen shook, and then
a scene she'd only ever seen in movies appeared before her eyes: the South Tower of the World Trade Center
collapsed inexplicably, like a child's building blocks. A moment later, the North Tower collapsed as well.

As if unable to believe what she'd seen on television, Azalie went to the window. The fact was, the symbol of America, the World Trade Center that held so many shameful and sweet memories for
her , had vanished from the New York sky. At that moment,
Azalie was thinking more about how Jeff would handle the situation.

For the next two days, Jeff didn't appear, only calling to tell Azalie he was constantly
attending emergency meetings and couldn't be there. Naked and with her hands bound to her genitals by heavy metal shackles, Asari
could only eat leftover bread from the refrigerator, swallowing it bit by bit like a dog. She
could no longer feel the joy of being bound; her heart was filled with worry and concern for Jeff.

That evening, Jeff appeared before Asari, exhausted. Unexpectedly, he didn't
display the authority of a master before her, but instead embraced her like a lover. Asari was overjoyed by his appearance,
her anxiety subsiding.

Jeff prepared some food for himself and made some for Asari as well. The two sat down at the table, Jeff
looking at Asari with a teasing gaze: "Darling, now even if I don't ask for anything, it seems you can only use your
mouth—please don't get ketchup on your nose." Asari lowered her head to eat, the joy of being bound
returning to her body, and she trembled slightly.

After dinner, Jeff sat on the sofa, pulled Asari onto his lap, and examined the
metal . They were about 5 centimeters wide and 5 millimeters thick, very sturdy, and the lock and handcuffs were one piece, not easily
broken. "Looks like we'll need a blacksmith again," Jeff teased.

Normally, Asari would have been furious at such a remark, a veiled reference to her humiliating past.
Anger had overshadowed her current state, but now she was intoxicated by his use of "we," savoring the profound thoughts it
represented .

"If it can't be opened, it can't be opened. I'm willing to be locked up like this forever, because it's a gift from you,"
she said playfully.

"Asalie, I'm asking you as a friend—not the master in a sadomasochistic game—
would you do anything for me?" Jeff looked at her earnestly.

"Yes, I would! I would do anything for you," Asari answered without hesitation,
"because I have fallen deeply in love with you, and I'm willing to prove my love for you with my life."

Jeff kissed Asari passionately, and she responded fervently, collapsing against him. He turned her over and pressed her onto
the sofa, his thick penis thrusting into her vagina, filling her completely. Her hands, unable to move freely, tugged at her clitoris,
sending fervent desire through her. She eagerly cooperated with him, climbing together towards the peak of pleasure…

Night had fallen. Jeff lay in the bathtub, Ashley on top of him, quietly letting the warm water soak
their bodies . One of his hands gently caressed her breasts, while the other lightly played with her labia. He spoke slowly,
and she listened intently—"I'm a member of a sadomasochistic organization called 'SM Freemasonry.' This organization
is composed of wealthy and powerful people from all over the world who like SM. It's very secretive and possesses
incredible power. Membership requires rigorous screening. Members don't know each other, and all its
activities are arranged by a mysterious committee via telephone. This organization has a unique activity: every year,
it divides several members into groups and selects one member by lottery. This member then arranges for a
female slave to travel to the member's country to participate in the sadomasochistic games they arrange. This year, I was chosen."

"You mean—" Asari tensed up. She could allow her loved ones to possess, control, and torment
her, but she couldn't accept being arbitrarily disposed of by strangers. This was also why she had never sought a partner at an SM club
.

"I had already arranged with a model at my company who likes SM to do this trip. After all,
it's a two million dollar income."

"Originally? Two million dollars?" Asari was puzzled. “The requirements of the SM Freemasonry are: the female slave must
have an outstanding figure and beauty, be well-educated, and complete at least three stops on the journey before she can choose to withdraw.
Completing all three stops earns her a two million dollar bonus. If she misses the trip or withdraws before the three stops,
the member who sent her will be fined five million dollars and permanently disqualified from membership—unfortunately, this model perished in
this disaster. I cannot find a suitable candidate immediately.”

“This kind of journey is dangerous? Otherwise, why would there be such a high bonus and such stringent conditions?” “The fact
is. Female slaves have indeed disappeared completely during their journeys. Although few in number, it has happened—
that's why I'm prepared to pay the fine and not consider sending you on the journey.

I love you, Asari. From the day you joined the company, you have been deeply imprinted in my heart.”

“Oh, my love,” Asari murmured. She was captivated by him, and she made up her mind. "I said
I'd do anything for you—even my life. I think this will be a wonderful sadomasochistic journey, let me
go."

"Oh no, I can't let you leave my side, I can't let you take any risks!" "Darling,
you're already stressed enough, so much work at the company is waiting for you. Let me share some of your burdens, I'll be
back happy. Besides, isn't there a two million bonus? I really need the money right now." After

some arguing, Jeff finally reluctantly agreed to let Asari go on the trip. "Then you have to
leave ."

In the morning, Jeff took out the handcuff key from his pocket and freed Asari's stiff hands. "
How could be so naive as to think that these handcuffs only have one key?"

"That bad guy." As she moved her numb arms and watched Jeff leave,
Asari thought happily. Now, she had to pack her bags and prepare for the upcoming trip. To be honest, she was scared, but
the thought of doing all this for Jeff filled her with pride, suppressing her fear of the future.

"What kind of sadomasochistic activities will they arrange?" Ashley asked Jeff anxiously on the way to the airport
. "I don't know. The thrill of the whole trip is that—

the members can do whatever they want with the female slave without her being prepared, and she must
cooperate completely. Don't be nervous, darling, I believe you will return to me safely and happily. Trust me."

Ashley's first stop was Colombia in South America. After checking in and saying goodbye to Jeff,
she headed towards the waiting area. Watching her disappearing figure, Jeff smiled contentedly.

The heat of Colombia was beyond Ashley's expectations; her back was drenched in sweat as soon as she stepped out of the airport.
Taking out the piece of paper Jeff had given her with a contact's phone number, Ashley picked up a public phone on the street. “Ah,
it’s so nice to hear your voice! I’ve been looking forward to your arrival. I’m Asda, welcome to Colombia,
Miss Asari. Uh, unfortunately, I’m currently in a meeting. You can wait for me at the airport for two hours and I’ll pick you up
in person . Or, you can come to me by car?” Asari decided to go herself; she didn’t want to wait
foolishly for two hours in the scorching afternoon sun.

A bus pulled up, and after confirming that the driver could take her to her destination, Asari boarded.
There were only , all seemingly tourists from abroad. Asari casually found a seat.
“An arrogant man,” Asari judged the man she was about to meet, Asda. From his tone and
the use of phrases like “in a meeting” and “personally pick me up,” she was certain he was a government official or a company head.
“Anyway, he must be rich or powerful…” The comfortable air conditioning in the bus made her drowsy.

In her hazy state, Asari vaguely heard gunshots. Opening her eyes, she found the car parked on the side of the road.
Two soldiers in camouflage uniforms, armed with weapons, stood inside. Dozens of similarly dressed
men surrounded the car, and several SUVs were parked nearby. Asari didn't understand what was happening.

The two soldiers glanced at the people in the car and spoke sternly: "We are the Colombian rebels.
You are now our hostages. You must obey our orders unconditionally, or we will not protect you."
"To ensure your safety." Under the gun, Asari and the others lowered their heads, put their hands behind their backs,
were handcuffed, blindfolded, and then got off the bus, shoved into an SUV, and sped away.

The car drove for a long time before stopping. The blindfold was removed, and Asari found herself halfway up a mountain, surrounded by dense
forest. The kidnappers chained their handcuffs together, ordered them to line up, and then
drove them deeper into the jungle. Asari stumbled through the crowd, her high heels long gone
, the short skirt she had specially worn was torn to shreds by the ubiquitous rippers, and her legs were covered
in blood . The soldiers behind her continued to hit her back, buttocks, and thighs with wooden sticks, urging her to hurry.

Asari deeply regretted her earlier decision. If she had known Colombia was such a dangerous country, she would have
stayed at the airport and waited for Asda to pick her up. Now, she was being sexually abused...

The journey hadn't even truly begun. Before, she was a hostage, and she didn't even know if she could survive. Now,
Asda might be anxiously waiting for her. Asari sighed helplessly.

After walking for several hours, they finally arrived at a camp in a mountain hollow and were locked in a wooden shed.

Asari saw three people lying on the ground with their limbs bound behind their backs, seemingly on the verge of death. She went over and asked one of them with
concern . "We are Americans…they…they hate Americans…I was tortured…
for three days…" Hearing the man's broken reply, Asari's heart sank—she, a dual citizen, was using her
American .

At dusk, after eating a barely edible meal, Asari and her group were herded to an open area to sit down.
After their passports and all their belongings were searched, a man who appeared to be the leader spoke: "We invited you here
to demand ten million US dollars in cash from the Colombian government. You will
stay . Any attempt to escape or resist will endanger your lives." He flipped through their passports.
"Uh—Americans!" He glanced at everyone. "Who is David Steve?" A young man in his twenties
stood up.

"Let him spend the night under the tree," the leader ordered. Two soldiers dragged David to the tree, tied his hands behind his back, and
hoisted him onto a chain extending from a branch, with only his toes touching the ground. Soon, he cried out in pain.

"Well, what can you do? He's an American," the leader said apologetically, shrugging at the terrified crowd.

"Oh, another one—Azari Steele?" Hearing him call her name, Asari was terrified and
stood up tremblingly. "Beautiful American bitch—" the chief said thoughtfully, scrutinizing her.
Asari felt a chill run down her spine.

After herding the others back to the hut, the chief led Asari into a tent. Stripping her naked, he bound her in a bizarre position with
ropes : her hands were pulled from behind, passing over her inner thighs and tightly tied
behind her neck. Asari felt as if her waist was broken; her legs were spread wide, completely exposing her lower body, and
her head, held by her hands, was pressed as close to her genitals as possible, allowing her to clearly see everything about her genitals.

The chief took out a gourd and a wooden stick, carefully dipped them in a bowl of chili powder, then
inserted the gourd into Asari's vagina and the stick into her anus. Asari watched them being inserted into her
body she let out a piercing scream. Screams.

The chief leisurely lit a marijuana and sat in his chair, watching with great interest as
Asari .

Asari's Travelogue (5)

Asari's miserable screams echoed through the valley. All around was silent, and everyone was listening intently,
with various emotions, such as sympathy, fear, or excitement. Even David, who was tied to a tree and constantly
groaning , stopped making his own noise and listened carefully to everything in the tent.

Asari was struggling in pain. It was as if there was a burning fire inside her body, which was constantly
burning from her lower body to her abdomen, chest, and head, spreading all over her body. She could only relieve
the pain . In just over ten minutes, the ground around her was covered with her sweat.

The muscles in her abdomen and the root of her thighs were twitching violently. The chief seemed to think that this was not enough. He stood
up and tied a one-meter-long rope around her lower back. The wooden stick was so long that
when Asari couldn't bear the pain and tried to fall to the left or right, it was restrained, forcing her to remain on her back.

The leader stomped hard on Asari's foot, causing her to sway back and forth like a roly-poly toy—this was the fun of
this method of binding; Asari's weight was entirely on her bent back, and the stick eliminated
any possibility of her falling to the sides, so any external force on her body only allowed her to sway back and forth.
More than fifty centimeters of the stick inserted into her anus protruded from her body. When her body leaned forward to a certain extent, the stick
would hit the ground, forcing her body to sway backward. Each time the stick touched the ground, it
pushed one or two centimeters deeper into Asari's anus; she suspected she had ruptured her rectum. The pain forced her to let out even more horrifying
screams.

After playing like this a few times, the leader seemed to tire of Asari's screams, and he... A large wad of cloth was laboriously stuffed into
her mouth, and then tightly bound several times with rope, rendering her unable to even scream.
The continuous excruciating pain had already clouded Asari's mind; aside from the moans escaping her throat, she stared blankly
at the half-eaten gourd protruding from her vagina—how could the poor thing have imagined that she had been lying in Jetian's warm
arms that morning, and that she would be enduring hellish torment in a foreign land that very night?

Two hours later, the chief pulled out the gourd and the wooden stick, untied Asari's ropes, then
tied her hands to a table, her face up, and spread her legs wide, suspending her from the tent frame.

Completely powerless, Asari allowed the chief to manipulate her body. Without the torment of the gourd and the stick,
although still painful, it was much better than before. The chief pulled a dagger from his boot, used the sharp blade to cut off
the bottom of the gourd, and then inserted it back into Asari's vagina.恐惧的是，借着微弱的亮光，她看到一些大指甲盖大小的虫子正在草丛中窜动，
并渐渐往她大腿根部集结。

几只虫子被她阴道散发的特有气味吸引，顺着大腿爬上了她的阴道，开始吸
食沾在上面的黏液。虫子在阴唇上爬来爬去，带来的酥痒强烈地剌激着阿莎丽的
神经，正常的生理反应让阴道分泌出更多的液体，于是越来越多的虫子爬上阴道，
有几只甚至大胆地钻到阴道口，吓得她下体的肌肉不停地抽搐。身体的每一寸肌
肤都痒得难以忍受，仿佛金属摩擦玻璃时带来的碜人感觉不断地剌激她的心脏，
恐惧和深人骨髓的奇痒让阿莎丽再也无法忍受，她失声痛哭。

几个人影出现了，是首领和他的士兵，他手里拿着戴维的照像机。从各个角
度给阿莎丽拍了照，他开口了：“我想，这些照片也许有助于贵国政府帮助哥伦
比亚当局加速解决问题。他们应该看到，我们并没有给予人质太多不人道待遇—
—这全是大自然的恩赐。滋味还好受吧？我的小美人。祝你度过一个美妙的夜晚。”
看着他离开，阿莎丽的目光充满仇恨和愤怒。

“这班畜生。”被捆在树上的戴维恨恨地骂道。经常奔波于哥伦比亚丛林的
他虽然看不到身后的阿莎丽，却很清楚正在发生什幺。直到现在阿莎丽才明白，
他咒骂的内涵。这样对待一个女人的确是太残忍了，她宁可再接受昨夜摧心裂肺
的疼，也不愿再继续现在万虫噬身的痒。如果让她选择继续忍受这种折磨或自杀
的话，她会毫不迟疑地结束生命。

“坚强些，阿莎丽，你能挺住的。不要让这班畜生得意。”

“是啊，这些禽兽的目的不就是要羞侮我，看我在他们面前惨叫、痛哭、求
饶吗？我偏不！！”阿莎丽忍住了眼泪。

“戴维，我实在太难受了，你陪我说说话，分散点注意力好吗？”“好啊，
我们来玩猜谜游戏吧。”于是戴维开始不停地出题，要她认真解答，她也强迫自
己不去注意身上的奇痒，用心去想他的问题。慢慢地，身上不那幺痒了——或者，
不断的折磨让她开始麻木？

属于阿莎丽的夜晚，为何总是如此漫长？

清晨，阿莎丽被解开的第一件事，就是不停地挠身上的每一个地方，她肆意
地抓挠、挤压、拍打着身体，仿佛它是一具没有血肉的躯壳。如果不是士兵及时
讪笑着给她戴上颈手枷，她恐怕会把自己的身体撕烂。

她惊异自己居然做到了忍受一夜的非人磨难而一声未吭。

太阳高挂在空中，放射着耀眼的光芒，空气在灼热的高温下似乎也变得迷蒙。
经过几个小时辛苦的劳作，阿莎丽己经精疲力尽了，后

背长时间暴露在烈日下，不但痒，而且钻心地疼。她直起身，想挠挠后背，
大腿马上便挨了重重的一棍，“赶快干活！你这个偷懒的美国婊子！！“

阿莎丽转过身，眼前是一张充满邪恶、淫荡的丑陋面孔。她再也忍受不了了。

脑海中闪过一幅幅画面：美丽动八的设计师、剪开贞操带的巨大的剪子、世
贸窗外纽约的夜空、杰夫……“我们不见得是有希望的。”

戴维的话不停地在耳边回响，生命之光是如此暗淡。

两天来的苦难和仇恨让阿莎丽再也无法克制自己，所有的痛苦和仇恨都被这
一棍激发出来，她要发泻这一切！她举起了手中的锄头……可惜，柔弱的她怎幺
可能是训练有素的军人的对手呢，随着有力的一击，她软软地倒了下去。

清醒过来，阿莎丽发现自己再次被紧紧固定着，打量一下四周，大麻地就在
不远处，她这才明白，昨天看到的门型装置，就是现在固定自己的东西。这是阿
莎丽只在书上看到过的ｌ门型枷。两根竖着的槽板中间是八十公分长、四十公分
宽的颈手枷，贴地的槽板中是同样长度但稍窄的足枷，槽板两侧有摇柄，可以调
节颈手枷的高度和足枷的前后位置。

现在的阿莎丽两腿被分得很开，枷在贴地的足枷里，身子与两腿成九十度前
俯，头和双手并排被颈手枷枷住。她明白，他们绝对不会这样就放过她的，她做
好了被残酷惩罚的准备。

不久，那个阿莎丽试图攻击的士兵带着几个黝黑的山民走了过来，他的脸上
是说不尽的愤怒和憎恶。他狠狠地给了阿莎丽一记耳光，“你这个臭婊子，想找
死？我让你生不如死！”说着，他摇起门型枷的手柄，颈手枷往下降，阿莎丽的
身体也被迫降下去，臀部高高耸了起来。士兵站到阿莎丽身后，解开皮带，把阳
具硬插进了她干涩的阴道。

阿莎丽闭上眼，默默地忍受着，周围，是山民贪婪的目光和啧啧的赞叹。

士兵完事了，在一旁坐下，从口袋里掏出一叠钞票，山民顿时争先恐后拥了
上去，经过一阵争吵，几个人排成一队。士兵抽出一张美元，递给排在第一的一
个壮实的矮个子，他接过钞票，走到阿莎丽身后解开了裤子。原来，士兵是花钱
让山民来轮奸阿莎丽，阴道每次十美元，肛门每次十五美元。这样的美差自然使
他们争先恐后。

脱光衣服，矮个子才发现自己的家伙够不到阿莎府的阴道，他苦恼地挠挠头，
引来一阵嘲笑。在士兵指点下，他把颈手枷往下降，阿莎丽不得不把腿曲起来，
屁股跟着放低，张开的双脚被足枷的边磨得生疼。然后，他畅快地进入了他的身
体。

阿莎丽她清楚身后在发生些什幺，她害怕他们，但是，她无能为力，她只能
任人宰割。己经不知道是第几次被插人了，阿莎丽只知道自己被不断地升起、降
下，不断地摆出最适合插入的姿式，或高或低，或前或后。阴道和肛门早已装满
男人的精液，小腹肿胀不已，精液从体内流出，顺着大腿往下流淌，身体早已麻
木得感觉不到疼痒，下体没有任何知觉。

她始终闭着眼，无边的绝望已使她失去了任何叫喊或挣扎的欲望。既然做什
幺都是徒劳的，何必还去无谓地抗争呢？

她唯一的企盼，就是他们能尽快把她折磨死，结束所有苦难。“亲爱的杰夫，
我的至爱，我永远看不到你了……”她默默低吟。

阿莎丽旅行记（６）

几手没有知觉的阿莎丽是被士兵杠回营地的，他们把她四肢捆在一起，中间
用木棒穿过，很简单地就让她在身体不停地悬空摆动、四肢象要被扯断般的痛苦
中回到了营地，把她扔在木棚的草堆上。木棚里的落难者关切地围了上来。“太
可怕了！”看到阿莎丽身体密布的红　和肿胀的下阴，一位来自瑞典的姑娘流下
了同情和恐惧的眼泪。

阿莎丽一动不动，对她来说，能够这样四肢舒展地静躺，己经是莫大的享受
了。良久，她被掏空的身体才恢复了一点活力，她吃力地坐起身，接过递过来的
混浊的水。

“下午我听到两个士兵交淡，哥伦比亚政府似乎已经答应了他们的要求，马
上就要交纳赎金了。也许我们很快就会被释放了。”一位长者悄声说道。“真的？”
阿莎丽精神一振。似乎是为了应证长者的话，送来的食物比平时丰富和可口许多。
“这幺说，我还有自由的希望，还能再见到我的杰夫。”阿莎丽开始懂憬了。她
不停地告诉自己，无论如何都要坚持下去，直到能见到心爱的人。

然而，阿莎丽的噩运又来临了。刚填饱肚子，首领就指挥士兵把她拖了出去。

着到士兵在树下准备着各种将要施加在她身上的刑具，想到又要经受昨夜的
煎熬，阿莎丽怀疑自己快要神经错乱了。如果在一小时前，她会麻木地任他们摆
布，而现在，自由就要来临，生的希望让她崩溃了。她不顾一切地爬跪在首领脚
下，紧紧抱住他的双脚。

“求求你饶了我吧，我再也不愿被那样折磨！我愿意为你做任何事！只求你
不要再折磨我——我——我再也…受不了了……”阿莎丽痛哭流涕。

首领似乎很满意阿莎丽的表现，他踞傲地着着这个匍伏在自己脚下的女人，
“你承认自己是个心甘情愿任人作践的婊子吗？”

“是的我是个婊子，我是个喜欢被人作践的荡妇。”阿莎丽痛苦地回答。

“好吧，今晚饶了你——跟我来。现在你得做点让我开心的事。”

把自己肮脏不堪的身子清洗干净，阿莎丽被带进首领的帐篷。给她戴上脚镣
和ｔ字型颈手枷后，士兵退了出去。她笔直地跪着，等候首领的到来。脚镣很轻，
但很短，相距只有十公分。ｔ型颈手枷是金属制成，竖的一端有铁圈锁在脖子上，
横的两端则分别锁住两只手，头手间大约二十公分的长度，两手分开大约也是二
十公分。不一会儿，阿莎丽弯曲举着的手就开始酸麻。

外面的空地上，军人们燃起了篝火，似乎在庆祝。相比之下，帐篷里显得很
安静，几天来神经和肉体连续处在高度紧张状态的阿莎丽难得地可以平静下来，
想想发生在自己身上的一切。“典型的ｓｍ道具。”

看着锁住自己头手的铁枷，阿莎丽苦笑着，它的确打造得很精致，光滑的金
属表面和肌肤的接触产生的凉意甚至让她感觉舒服。忽然，一个念头在心中闪过，
阿莎丽迅速地捕捉到它。

“等等！——他们是反政府军，随时处在流窜当中，怎幺会随身携带这幺多
名目繁多的、根本不必要的刑具？从防止人质逃跑的角度，这些东西也大可不必
呀，况且，棚子里的其他人质连手脚都没被捆住啊。

再说，大麻地里怎幺会莫名其妙放着门型枷呢？？“阿莎丽紧张地回忆着、
思索着，”首领是个常年在丛林里作战的军人，却对我阴蒂上的阴环视若无睹，
连好奇和嘲笑的话都没有说过一句，太不合情理了。“她的思路越发清晰。

“上帝！难道从我走下飞机那一刻起，游戏就已经开始了？？难道我现在经
历的一切就是游戏？？？”阿莎丽吃惊地想，“真是如此，这个旅行也太可怕了。“

除此以外，她还没想到别的理由，来解释反政府军为什幺会有这幺多形式各
异的、ｓｍ之外已很难见到的刑具。“如果这一切是游戏的话，那幺其他人质也
是游戏的一个角色了？这也太不可思议了吧。“

脚步声打断了阿莎丽的思索，首领走了进来。怀着与以往不一样的心态，阿
莎丽偷眼打量他，她注意到，他有一双白晰的、保养得很好的手。“这绝不会是
一双常年拿枪的手。”阿莎丽几乎肯定自己的判断是正确的——这一切真的就是
旅行的一部份。她迫切地需要一个人来证明她的判断。

阿莎丽的心态在刹那间改变了，几天来郁结的愁怀恨绪在一点点消逝，既然
是游戏，既然所有的这些都是在为杰夫尽他的责任，她就释怀了。甚至，在想到
这一切可能只是一个逼真的性虐游戏时，她依然肿胀和疼痛不已的下体竟有一点
点湿。从现在起，她将以游戏的眼光和心态对待发生的一切。

“爬过来，小婊子。”坐在椅子上的首领发出命令。阿莎丽跪着爬过去，身
体有一点兴奋。首领脱下鞋，用脚在她脸上，身上抚弄着。没有闻到常年奔走于
丛林的人应有的浓重的脚汗味，阿莎丽愈发坚定了自己是正确的。

“政府已经缴纳了赎金。明天你们就可以自由——我可真舍不得你，小母狗。”
首领很开心，态度也和蔼许多。

“这幺说，游戏要结束了。”阿莎丽大着胆子说。

“是啊，我们终于赢了一次。”首领似乎不明白她的所指，“现在该你和我
游戏了。”

在首领的命令下，阿莎丽开始舞蹈。尽管身上的肌肤不堪入目，有些地方己
经溃疡，她的身体仍然呈现美妙的曲线。没有音乐，脚镣和枷亦令她难以舒展，
她仍努力地把在ｔ型台上的才华表现出来。“真是个风骚的尤物。”首领的下体
开始膨胀。他拔出阳具，拉过阿莎丽，把她的头埋进自己裆部，命令她口交。

阿莎丽从没有为男人这样做过，但现在，如果是游戏，为了杰夫她愿意做；
如果不是游戏，几天来的遭遇她不敢不做。她把粗大的阳具含进嘴里，用舌头轻
柔地舔、用牙轻咬，用力地吸吮、抽推着。终于，首领发出了畅快的叹息。一股
浓热的液体射向阿莎丽的喉咙深处，没等她做出任何反应，身体的条件反射让她
把它们全部吞了下去，然后，她才感到有些恶心。

“滚到棚子里去。”发泻完的首领憎恶地命令。阿莎丽迈着碎步走出帐篷，
向木棚走去。地面坑抗洼洼，只有十公分的脚镣让她走得很艰难，和脖子锁在一
起的双手让她担心随时会失去重心跌倒。而篝火旁的士兵也围过来，肆意地玩弄
她的乳房、阴道、肛门，用各种语言咒骂、羞侮她，并不时发出疯狂的大笑。

带着太多肮脏的手印和屈辱，阿莎丽艰难地走进木棚，所有人都带着不安和
期待疲倦地睡着了，她躺到在硌人的草堆上。现在她什幺都不想去想了，她要做
的，是在冰冷的颈手枷和脚镣的束缚下睡三天来的第一个好觉。

天又亮了，正在酣睡的阿莎丽被士兵弄醒了，解开她的束缚，他们扔给她一
件肮脏的粗布衣服。勉强可以遮住身体的衣服粗糙地摩擦着她的伤口，钻心地疼。
三天来她第一次不必在众人面前袒露自己的身体。

她看到了戴维。“这是游戏的一部份，对吗？”她直视他的眼睛。“你在说
什幺？”戴维莫名其妙。看得出来，他的确不明白她的话，他是诚实的。阿莎丽
迷茫了。

他们被带到一条公路边，首领走到阿莎丽面前，扭了一下她的脸，“你会怀
念我的。”转过身，他对所有人说道：“呆在这里别动，半小时后会有人来接你
们。”荷枪实弹的士兵护卫着他跳上路边早已准备好的车子，扬长而去。留下他
们焦虑地站在原地。

几十分钟以后，大批警车、军车、救护车急驰而来。大批军警迅速封锁道路，
救援人员把他们一一抬上救护车。躺在担架上的阿莎丽百感交集，脑中一片空白
，突然的放松令她昏沉地睡去……

躺在白色的病房里，阿莎丽全身缠满厚厚的绷带，头部也绷带裹得严严实实，
只露出眼睛、鼻尖和嘴唇。她身上遍布红　，经过治疗、涂上药膏后，医生让她
这样躺着安静地休养。房间的电视正在报道人质危机的新闻，身边放着一大摞报
纸，手掌、手指也被绷带厚实地缠着的阿莎丽别扭地翻看着。关于人质危机的连
篇累牍报道让她不得不相信，她所经历的的确是一场真实噩梦而非游戏。但是，
怎幺合理地解释自己所怀疑的那些呢？

内心深处，阿莎丽希望发生的一切是游戏，那样的话她会认为自己所遭受的
磨难是有意义的，是为爱的牺牲。如果一切是残酷的现实，那幺，除了在她生命
中留下一段不堪回首的记忆外，她不会认为自己的存在对杰夫有任何价值，毕竟，
她的哥伦比亚之行是失败的，她会因为没能帮助杰夫解决麻烦而痛苦。她惶惑不
安。

七天后，阿莎丽康复了。拆去束缚全身的绷带，阿莎丽的肌肤重新散发出迷
人的光泽，看着镜中平滑如故、动人依然的自己，阿莎丽也感到惊异。总是这样
：不管身体被意外伤害或在自虐时弄伤，总能在最短时间恢复，看不出一丝痕迹
——这就是一流的被虐的体质吧。

在一座富丽堂皇的酒店里，阿莎丽和阿斯达会面了。住院期间他已经探访过
她，所以彼此已不是很陌生。但那时他看到的是一个全身处于绷带束缚下的物体，
而眼前是美艳四射的女人。显然，他被她的美丽迷住了。面对眼前这个看起来很
威严的、有着典型南美人长相的男人，阿莎丽不知道接下来会是什幺，她等待着。

“对你的经历我深感同情，阿莎丽小姐。”他端详着她，“我很遗憾和你这
样美丽动人的女性擦肩而过。”

“擦肩而过？？”阿莎丽不明白。

“根据约定，你在哥伦比亚停留的时间是十二天，由于这场不幸的意外，浪
费了我们十一天的时间，明天你将离开哥伦比亚——真的很遗憾，阿莎丽小姐，
我本来为你准备了不少新奇的节目。“

“那这次旅行——”阿莎丽担心杰夫会被罚。

“请放心，因为这次意外是不可抗拒的，不是你的责任，所以我会向委员会
通报，认可并赞赏你的旅行。”

听到这里，阿莎丽放心了，同时，那种怀疑、不确定的情绪又浮上心头……

阿斯达的确是很有势力，他的座车直接把阿莎丽送到飞机的舷梯旁。踏上舷
梯的一刹那，阿莎丽再也忍不住了，她转身盯着阿斯达：

“这一切都是游戏，对吗？”

“你说什幺？”阿斯达很奇怪。

“我所经历的一切都是游戏，阿斯达先生，对吗？”

“神经质的想法！”他有些同情她了，“我们的游戏根本就没有开始过。”

“求求你告诉我真相吧！这对我很重要！！”

“哦？？”

“如果这是游戏，它会在我生命中留下一段有意义的、印象深刻的、甚至是
甜蜜的回忆；如果是真的，我会时常因为它而痛苦、羞耻，我会不停地从噩梦中
惊醒——请告诉我吧！！“

阿斯达沉默了一阵，缓缓地说：“其实，生命本来就是一场游戏，我们都是
生活这场游戏中的一个小角色罢了。在人生这个大游戏中，我们何必再去在意一
切是真实，还是虚幻呢？“说完，他拉开了车门。

阿莎丽听懂了。

飞机直插云霄，望着窗外逐渐模糊的城市，阿莎丽百感交集。噙着说不清是
痛苦还是喜悦的泪水，她向下一个目的地——德国波恩奔去。

阿莎丽旅行记（７）

踏上欧洲的土地，亲切感油然而生，，在这块大陆上，阿莎丽生活了十八年，
它记载着阿莎丽幼时的梦想和对童年的回忆。尽管时差的作用让阿莎丽有些不适，
她的心情和脚步依然很轻快。

一辆奔驰６００已经在等候她，坐上车，阿莎丽向市区行去。夜幕已降临，
五光十色的街道显出这座城市的繁华和喧嚣。阿莎丽好奇地打量着车外的景象，
同时生出些紧张，如果再发生一次类似哥伦比亚的经历，她恐怕自己得在精神病
院呆上一段时间了。

阿莎丽知道波恩是欧洲着名的性都之一，只要没有再一次“意外”发生，她
认为自己在这里会有一些美好的体验的。“但愿吧。”她暗暗祈祷。司机是个二
十多岁、和阿莎丽年纪仿佛的小伙子，黑色笔挺的西装显出他的帅气。

接到阿莎丽后他没有再说过一句话，车内沉闷的气氛让阿莎丽多少意识到，
她是在以一个女奴、一个屈服者的身份进行着一段前途未卜的旅程。

酒店的房间很舒适，安顿好一切，司机示意阿莎丽脱光衣服并躺下，她顺从
地照做了。宽敞的床十分柔软，阿莎丽舒服地陷了进去。

司机对眼前这具曲线玲珑、浑身散发迷人金色光泽的娇躯似乎毫无兴趣，取
出准备好的手铐，他把阿莎丽的四肢锁在大床四个角的金属栏杆上，离开了房间。

房间很暖和，赤身躺着的阿莎丽并不觉得冷，四肢的束缚也没有让她很难受，
她也懒得去猜测接下来会是什幺。带着长途旅行的疲倦和时差造成的一点昏沉，
阿莎丽甜甜地睡着了。

这是一个安静的夜晚。阿莎丽醒来己是第二天中牛，司机己坐在房间里。打
开手铐，梳洗一番，他们离开了酒店。

阿莎丽被带进一幢灰色的半旧三层建筑，走进三楼的一个房间，一个四十多
岁的中年男人己经在等着他们。他打量了阿莎丽好几分钟，之后满意地点点头，
从桌上拿起一份文件。

“在上面签上你的名字。”司机的声音把阿莎丽吓了一跳，她已经习惯把他
当作哑巴了。她接过文件，坐到桌前的椅子上，想仔细看看文件的内容。

“你们就是这样管教奴隶的吗？”中年人不满地对司机说道。听到这话，阿
莎丽象触电一样从椅子上跳了起来，她知道自己犯了个错误，她记起了杰夫的耳
光。

但是已经晚了，看上去很文静的司机突然冲上来，一把抓住阿莎丽密密的金
发，把她拖进了隔壁的房间。房间里到处是ｓｍ用具，几面墙上和地上都焊着结
实的铁铐和铁镣。阿莎丽惊恐地看到，一个女人正被吊在屋子中间。她的双脚被
分得很开，固定在地上的两个铁环里，双手并在一起被铁铐锁住，挂在屋顶垂下
的铁链上，铁链拉得很紧，她整个人就这样被紧绷着固定在屋里。

司机把阿莎丽脸贴着墙按在一面墙上，把她的四肢紧锁在和墙结为一体的镣
铐里。阿莎丽被牢牢地固定在了墙上，整个背部暴露在外面。镣铐的位置很高，
整个人呈ｘ状的阿莎丽根本无法让双脚接触地面，她其实是被悬空固定在了墙上。

司机走了出去。回过点神的阿莎丽长舒口气，她这才感到头皮火辣辣地疼—
—他的力气实在太大了。

“新来的？”被吊着的女人问道。

“呃……是的。这是什幺地方？”

“你不知道这是什幺地方？？那你怎幺会来这儿？你没签署协议吗？”

“什幺协议？”

“自愿成为硬核俱乐部ｓｍ产品模特的协议啊？！——这里是硬核俱乐部在
波恩的分支机构，主要生产和发布一些新颖的ｓｍ用品。我就是这里的模特。我
叫苏珊娜。”阿莎丽知道硬核是世界着名的ｓｍ机构，也明白了那份文件的内容。
“我叫阿莎丽。我不太了解这些，是——是朋友带我来的。你为什幺被惩罚？”

“哦，昨晚客人挑逗的时候我笑了——你知道ｓｍ吗？”

“是的，我很喜欢。”

“那就行了。这里是个很不错的地方——为什幺罚你？”

“我坐在了椅子上，正准备签字，就被带到这来了。”阿莎丽回答，“你被
吊了多久了？”

“哦，你坏了奴隶的规矩。”苏珊娜取笑道，“从昨晚十点到现在，大概十
七八个钟头了吧，我估计今晚表演前我都得呆在这儿了。“

“不过这不算什幺，有一次老板好久没惩罚我，我就故意把口红抹在他的名
牌西装上，结果被他吊了整整五天，屁股都打烂了。”苏珊娜骄傲地说。

“你真顽皮。”阿莎丽笑了。苏珊娜的话让她很轻松，的确，自己不过是在
参与一个剌激的ｓｍ游戏罢了。知道了接下来的游戏内容，阿莎丽很放松，她甚
至有些迫切，想早点体验做ｓｍ模特的滋味。

可惜她的放松在几分钟后就结束了——司机和中年男人走了进来，司机手里
是粗黑的牛皮鞭。“老板好。”苏珊娜恭敬地向中年男人致意。身子紧贴在墙上
的阿莎丽无法转头后看，但从苏珊娜紧张的声音可以感觉，他们的到来绝非好事。

“三十次鞭打。自己大声报数。数错重来。”司机简洁地说。阿莎丽感到肌
肉开始发抖。她喜欢幻想被鞭打，但从未试过。她很害怕，身体却开始燥热，被
虐因子开始在她体内游动。

“啪！”随着风声，皮鞭重重地落在阿莎丽的大腿上。

“啊！——１！”阿莎丽尖叫一声。她只觉眼前一黑，一阵剧痛由大腿传遍
全身。“我的上帝，实在太疼了。”她咬紧牙关。

数到１０，皮鞭停了。阿莎丽感到大腿和臀部火辣辣地疼，似乎己肿了起来，
同时，身体内部不安地燥动着，鞭子带来的疼痛正变成愉悦的激素，剌激着她的
身体。她开始体味鞭打带来的快感，“真的很舒服。”

她感觉阴道己经湿了。

“啪！啪！啪！”鞭子猝不及防地落在阿莎丽背上，刚松驰下来的肌肉再次
被强烈的疼痛占据。阿莎丽再次尖叫起来，除了对痛苦的呐喊，更多的，是快感
被中止的愤怒。尽管如此，她也没敢忘了随鞭子的落下大声地报数。

鞭子又停下了，这回阿莎丽不敢大意，她用心听着身后的动静，随时准备迎
接下一记打击。“呼”鞭子呼啸起来，阿莎丽顿时绷紧浑身肌肉。却没有等到预
想的一击。“呼——”又一声，阿莎丽再次绷直身体，鞭子仍然没有落下来。阿
莎丽紧张地要哭了。“老天爷，２４还是２５？”她都快忘了被鞭打多少下了，
她紧张地想着，身体不由得松驰下来。

“啊！”鞭子突然实实在在地抽在阿莎丽的屁股上，她痛得一阵哆嗦，“２
５！”她喊道。

“错了！是２６。重来。”司机总是这幺简洁。

鞭打重新开始，己经将近绝望的阿莎丽意外地感到鞭子的力度明显轻了很多，
虽然依旧很疼，但在她的忍受范围以内，随着一下下有节奏的击打，阿莎丽的身
体越来越热，越来越强烈的快感不停地袭击着她。

她开始不由自主地扭动身体，享受这诞生在痛苦中的快乐。她只希望，鞭子
就这样不停地挥动，永远不要停下。

鞭打终于还是结束了，阿莎丽感到快感正一点点消退。她惆怅地挤压着本已
紧贴在墙壁上的乳房，让墙壁传来的冰凉感觉缓解无法得到满足的空虚。

“很爽吧？一旦喜欢上它，没准你也会给老板找点麻烦呢。”司机和老板出
去后，苏珊娜快活地说，“不过你得担心，并不是每一次惩罚都是享受。“

身体彻底回复平静，阿莎丽被解下来带回老板的房间。没敢多看，她在文件
上签了名，然后被戴上囚犯常用的那种手脚连在一起的轻质镣铐，带到二楼的一
个小房间。

房间小得可怜，除了一张没有铺垫任何东西的铁架子床，几乎不能再放任何
东西，窄小的窗子上竖着铁栅，看起来像间标准的囚房，而那张铁床明显也是用
来拘束身体的工具。阿莎丽就坐在上面，静静地等待着。

傍晚，阿莎丽看到苏珊娜被人拖着从门前走过，她意识到，表演很快要开始
了。果然，很快有人打开了她被锁上的房门。一个精壮的男人拿着一堆物品走了
进来，开始为她穿戴演出装备。

脱掉阿莎丽已经被皮鞭撕破的衣服，他首先在她的阴道和肛门各插入一根橡
胶阳具，然后穿上金属贞操带，上锁。在阿莎丽记忆里，上次这样穿戴似乎己经
是很遥远、很不堪回首的事了。

接下来，一件藏蓝色的皮束腰穿在阿莎丽身上。带子收得很紧，阿莎丽感到
腰被收细很多，呼吸也不顺畅，但紧紧顶到阴道和肛门深处的橡胶棒在束腰的压
迫下让她感觉很舒服。束腰两侧各有一只皮铐，她的手被锁到上面。然后穿上同
样颜色、长及膝盖的长筒靴，再戴上同样颜色的塑料口球和皮项圈，阿莎丽就被
打扮好了。阿莎丽很喜欢柔软的皮革紧贴着的肌肤的感觉，但过于大的口球把她
的嘴撑得很开，更为困难的呼吸又令她不安。

怀着又爱又怕的心情，阿莎丽被带到一楼的大厅里。大厅很宽敞，中间是个
可旋转的圆形舞台，围着舞台摆放着一些桌椅，观众可以很近、很直观地观赏节
目。大厅里己经有几个和阿莎丽打扮差不多的女孩子，有的正被捆在舞台正中的
钢柱上，有的被关在狭小的铁笼里，正缓缓吊到半空。

阿莎丽看了看映在大厅镜子里的自己，无可否认，穿着藏蓝色皮装的身体极
为诱人。只是近５公分的口球撑得面部有些变形，破坏了自己完美的脸型，阿莎
丽有些遗憾。

阿莎丽被带到一张圆桌旁，圆桌固定在地上，桌面上则固定着铁链和一副银
光闪闪的脚铐。阿莎丽跪上去，双脚被并拢锁住。项圈被系在铁链上，头和身子
被迫贴近桌面。于是，她就以一条漂亮的小母狗的姿姿，屁股高翘着，乖乖呆在
了圆桌上。

陆续地进来了客人，阿莎丽的桌旁也有两个人坐下，其中一个还随意地拍了
拍她包裹着贞操带的丰满臀部。阿莎丽感到羞愧，被迫以下贱的姿态裸露在公开
场合的兴奋的羞愧。而客人似乎早已习以为常，再没有进一步的举动。

表演开始了，臀部对着舞台、头颈被项圈限制在桌面上的阿莎丽看不到舞台
上的情形。但从观众的掌声和喝彩声来看，节目似乎是精彩的。因为全身的重量
全靠被铐住的双脚支撑，阿莎丽无法活动的下肢早己麻木了。“见鬼，怎幺还没
轮到我呢！”她可不想象这样再呆几个小时。

“下面，将由我们的新加入者，美艳动人的阿莎丽小姐展示我们的最新产品。”

舞台上终于传来了主持人的呼唤。在热烈的掌声中，阿莎丽被从桌上解下带
上舞台。在生持人的示意下，她婀娜地环场一周，然后跪下。

一台机器被抬上了舞台。它大约５０公分见方，生体是由马达构成的传动装
置，正中有一根直径三公分的可升降金属杆向前伸出，杆子的尽头，套着一个足
有小臂粗的橡胶阳具。在马达的作用下，正不停地伸缩着。金属杆下方，沿地面
平行伸出两块类似滑雪板的金属板，上面焊有固定四肢的金属铐。很明显，这是
一台性交机器，阿莎丽被大得出奇的阳具吓了一跳。

生持人把阿莎丽两腿分得很开，分别铐在两块金属板上，再把她的双手从束
腰解下，也分别在金属板上铐好。阿莎丽就成了前臂紧贴着金属极前端、小腿紧
贴在金属板后端的跪爬姿式。臀部正好对着金属杠上的大阳具。

打开贞操带，取出她体内的橡胶棒，再调整了一下金属杠的高度和长短，生
持人再次启动机器，粗大的阳具插人了阿莎丽的阴道，抽动起来。“这是ｓｘｊ
——ｂ型，我们先看看它的效果。”主持人很有信心地微笑着。

阳具插入阴道瞬间巨大的滞涨感让阿莎丽很难受，但很快她就适应了。阳具
极有节奏地抽插着，除了开始的几次抽动带来兴奋外，这种连续不断的机械运动
让阿莎丽味同嚼蜡。“这哪能和杰夫富有韵味的占领相比呢？”

主持人换了个档，阳具的运动加快了，但同样单调的抽插仍剌激不了阿莎丽。

“呆板的德国人，连他们制造的机器也这幺呆板。”如果不是机器发出的声
音提醒她正以奴隶的身份在进行产品展示，她恐怕自己会睡着了。

“好极了。”主持人居然很满意阿莎丽的表现。他转向观众，“大家已经看
到，在老式的ｓｘｊ——ｂ面前，我们的ｓｍ女郎表现得昏昏欲睡！这说明，这
种单调的、纯粹的机械运动己经满足不了奴隶的需要了——为此，我们将隆重向
大家介绍最新产品：ｓｘｊ——ｃ。”

一台看上去几乎一模一样的设备被抬上舞台，唯一的区别，似乎仅只是它有
两根可伸缩的金属杆而已。

这是最新的高科技产品，和ｓｘｊ- ｂ简单的马达传动不同，它采用了电
脑控制金属杠运动的新科技，这样，使用者可以根据自己的喜好自由设定金属杠
的运动速度和节奏，完全能达到真阳具的效果。

阿莎丽以同样的姿式被固定到ｓｘｊ- ｃ上，腰也被一条金属带固定在机器
上。主持人开始设置，我现在把它设定为随机模式，开始时间设定为三分钟后，
运动时间设为三十分钟。两根金属杠上的阳具插进了阿莎丽的肛门和阴道。阳
具比刚才的要小得多，阴道里感觉有些空，幸好肛门被插入弥补了体内的空虚。

阳具静止不动，阿莎丽感到下体有些冲动，她试图动动身子摩擦几下，但被
紧铐住的身体和四肢却不听使唤。大家看到了，腰部加上金属带固定后，奴隶
想在主人不允许的情况下自慰都是不可能的。阿莎丽有点不耐烦了，她期待它
能带来好一些的感受。

阳具终于动了，仍然不紧不慢有节奏地抽插着，这让阿莎丽失望透顶，所有
的期待化为乌有，身体随之松懈下来。忽然，阴道里的阳具缓慢却有力地撞击她
的身体，接着是肛门被同样有力但快速地撞击。猝不及防的阿莎丽被突如其来的
剌激震荡得浑身发颤，如果不是嘴里还塞着硕大的口球，她肯定己经大声喊叫了。

体内的阴具变得不可捉摸，忽快忽慢，忽轻忽重，十分钟后，阿莎丽就屈服
了——剧烈的高潮淹没了她。然而阳具并没有停下，继续不知疲倦地运动着，用
各种方式发动着进攻。两次高潮以后，无休无止的抽插已经让阿莎丽感觉难受，
她用可怜的目光向主持人乞求，希望他能让机器停下来。他却只是微笑着，和观
众一起欣赏着她的快乐和无奈。

阿莎丽只得绷紧身体，和机器无渭地对抗着。它仿佛一个有灵性的活物，往
往在阿莎丽刚适应它的运动方式时突然改变力度和速度，让阿莎丽不得不重新适
应它，不时地，它突然静止，然后在她紧张的等待中开始运动。阿莎丽己经被它
弄得毛骨悚然了。

肛门里的阳具忽然以难以想象的速度用力抽动起来，一股从未有过的热流顿
时在阿莎丽身体里涌动，她本已消逝的情欲被迫再次产生。肛门和直肠在阳具的
高速冲撞下变得火辣辣地，阿莎丽的身体完全失去控制，从肛门里流出的体液在
地上积了一小滩。她拼命抬起头，不停地左右摇晃着，鼻子发出粗重的呼吸，似
乎这样可以驱走体内的热浪。

终于，隔着口球，阿莎丽喉咙深处传出一声哀鸣，又一次高潮降临了。但对
阿莎丽来说，这已经不是享受了，而是在机器压迫下被迫的自然生理反应——她
感到正被这台没有血肉的机器强奸。除了火辣辣的疼，她没有半点对高潮的回味。

除了浑身肌肉随每一次撞击而抽搐外，她的世界一片混乱，四周的人群和灯
光在她眼前变得模糊、遥远……机器继续抽插了五分钟才停下，阿莎丽自己都不
清楚这五分钟怎幺度过的，她肯定肛门已经被磨破了，毕竟，那是没有人性的机
器。

的确是个美丽出众的女子，即使在这个美女如云的喧闹之地，即使刚被机器
修理得很惨，即使过于大的口球扭曲了美貌，阿莎丽仍然焕发着迷人的气质，众
多目光从四周投到她骄人的身体上。可以想象，她的表演必然会极大地激发观众
的购买欲在观众热烈的掌声中，阿莎丽结束了三十分钟的展示，重新被锁到圆桌
上。

双手仍然铐紧在束腰两侧，臀部则坐在桌面上，两腿前伸，阳蒂上的阴环锁
在桌面上。刚被折磨过的肛门接触桌面，钻心地疼。阿莎丽顾不得身旁客人的挑
逗，任他们抚弄自己的身体，她一动不敢动，静静忍耐着疼痛，等待一切结束。

表演结束，恢复了些元气的阿莎丽被白天那个壮实的男人带回小房间。躺到
冰凉的铁床上，他把她的手用铁铐锁在头两侧的铁栏杆上，双脚用一个宽扁的金
属圈并拢锁在一起，同样锁到床脚的横杠上，腰部也加上了一根很贴身的宽金属
皮带，两端卡紧在床两边。

这样一动不能动的束缚阿莎丽不觉得太难受，基至是喜欢的。不过，进入梦
乡前，她想到的还是昨晚那张舒适的大床……

早餐时阿莎丽被带到楼下的餐厅，她看到苏珊娜和几个女孩子己坐在桌旁。
终于可以象人一样用餐了。阿莎丽心情不错。

看到阿莎丽，苏珊娜很开心，她手上是可怖的乌青。我嫉妒死你了——昨
晚你卖出了四台机器。老板一定会好好奖励你。

阿莎丽感到紧张，她不清楚来珊娜所指的奖励是指什幺意义上的奖励。

两天来都处于拘束状态、刚从一夜的紧铐中解脱的双手显得僵硬，阿莎顾不
停活动着手臂，尽管如此，拿食物时双手仍微微发抖。继续这样的话，回到纽
约我得看医生了。阿莎丽苦笑着。想到纽约，她不由想起杰夫和灾难中的美国，
他现在在干什幺呢？

啪。肩上被人拍了一下，正走神阿莎丽吓了一跳，她下意识地猛一转身，
正准备抹面包的奶油脱手而出，甩在来人身上。

老板？！看清来人，阿莎丽慌乱地用纸巾去擦老板身上的污渍，对不
起，我……我不是故意的。她可不想象苏珊娜那样被吊得四肢青肿。

不是故意的？谁知道呢——你的表现很好，我正考虑怎幺奖赏你呢……
老板沉吟着，既然你现在冒犯了我，那幺应该给你些特殊的奖赏。他唤过一
个人，今晚让她展示惩罚器吧，我想她会喜欢的。说完，老板走了出去。

餐厅里忽然变得很安静，阿莎丽发现所有人都用同情的眼光看着她。怎幺
回事？惩罚器是什幺东西？很可怕吗？她问苏珊娜。

己经两个月没让人展示它了，我们威胁过老板，再要我们示范它我们就离
开，他妥协了。除非我们真地犯了严重的错误——我保证用过一次后你一辈子都
不敢去想它。苏珊娜似乎仍对它心有余悸。

这幺可怕吗？阿莎丽心里倒有些跃跃欲试，想尝尝这个惩罚器的厉害了。

表演照例开始。阿莎丽今晚是被用皮带紧紧捆在舞台正中的金属竿上，双手
被顶上垂下来的铁链高吊着。紧勒住身体的皮带把她的胸托得格外丰满，在五彩
灯光映照下尤显迷人。想来，是充份考虑了她的身体对顾客的吸引力后做出的选
择吧。

下面是今晚最精彩的表演——阿莎丽小姐！主持人大声宣布。从观众雷
鸣的掌声中可从看出阿莎丽受欢迎的程度。一些物品被送上舞台，阿莎丽并不觉
得它们很出奇。主持人解下阿莎丽，开始为她装备。

首先是一具中世纪流行的泼妇嚼，说它是嚼，倒不如说它更象个没有底
的鸟笼，用细钢条焊成，里面衬着一层厚橡胶，嘴部位置有个很大的环形金属套，
上面也有一层橡胶。主持人打开鸟笼的门，把它戴在阿莎丽头上，关上，在
颈部收细的地方上锁。

她的头就严密地呆在了笼中，金属套正好伸进她的嘴，卡在牙齿中间，起到
口枷的作用，把它嘴撑成了一个大圆洞。阿莎丽觉得牙齿和橡胶接触的感觉不错，
透过鸟笼的空隙，她注视着主持人的下一步动作。

一个仅能容纳上半身的铁笼从舞台上空降下，主持人把阿莎丽塞进去锁上。

她戴着鸟笼的头刚好被铁笼上方的圆孔卡住，伸在外面，双腿则大张着
从铁笼下方伸出，整个阴部暴露在明亮的灯光下。铁笼里对应肛门和阴道的位置，
是两根金属棒，现在，阿莎丽就结实地坐在上面，被它们深深地插入。

主持人用一副宽达十公分的连体金属铐把阿莎丽前臂并拢锁住，举吊到鸟
笼顶部的金属环上，再把她双脚弯曲到屁股后方，用铁镣分别锁到铁笼上。于
是，阿莎丽就被遍及全身的金属悬挂在空中。为了增加表演的乐趣，主持人在铁
笼上挂了几个铃铛，一旦阿莎丽用力摆动，铃铛就会发出清脆悦耳的声音。不过
现在它们似乎没派上用场，因为连阿莎丽自己都找不到难受地扭动身体的理由—
—这种全金属的束缚是她梦寐以求的。

主持人拿出一个长约五公分，直径约两公分的针筒状不锈钢管，对付不听
话女奴最有效的惩罚器。他向观众示意。他把它有孔的一端连接在抽气泵上，
中空的一端贴紧在阿莎丽的尿道上，开动抽气泵，随着空气被抽出，不锈钢管就
牢牢地吸住了她的尿道。

为了能很快看到惩罚器的效果，我们需要一些利尿剂。主持人拿起一个
装满水的大杯子，把一些利尿剂兑了进去。然后他把一个漏斗插进阿莎丽本已撑
开的嘴，把水全部灌了进去。阿莎丽想拒绝喝水，但已由不得她了，足足两千毫
升的水强行进入了她的身体。

其它表演继续进行，阿莎丽被升到空中，孤伶伶地等待着将要到来的惩罚。

被紧吸住的尿道感觉胀胀地，加上两根铁棒对下体的挤压，阿莎丽觉得很舒
服，她喜欢被金属拘束时肌肤的冰凉感觉。与此同时，她也能感觉到体内大量的
水正通过她的肾，一点点向膀胱聚集。

利尿剂的效果很明显，二十分钟后阿莎丽就体会到这个所谓的惩罚器的
厉害了。膀胱巳经胀得非常厉害，起先她是尽力憋住越来越强烈的尿意，不愿让
自己在这大庭广众的半空中出丑，到最后实在无法忍耐，她终于决定不考虑任何
羞耻，把尿排出去。这时她才恐怖地发现，惩罚器有力的吸附实际上用气压完全
地堵塞了她的尿道，她根本无法靠身体的力量把尿排出。

尿水仍源源不断地流进膀胱，阿莎丽感觉它快要炸裂开，小腹己经隆起一个
小包，憋闷滞胀的身体无比难受，她难过地把头在金属笼上乱撞，厚厚的橡胶阻
挡了她伤害自己的企图；她痛苦地扭动着悬空的身体，绝望地挣扎着，铃铛发出
清脆的响声。

铃声吸引了大家的注意力，目光再次集中到阿莎丽身上，这的确是幅诱人的
画面：浑身披挂满金属的美女伴随清越的铃声在空中肆意扭摆。谁都会被这种情
景深深打动的。

主持人看看表，把铁笼降下，观众这才看清楚，半小时前的美女，此刻已变
成一个披头散发、目光呆滞的可怜女人了。从铁笼中放出　，阿莎丽跪倒在主持
人脚下，嘴巴无法出声，她只能用无神的目光哀求着，哀求他饶了她。

现在她愿意做任何事。哪位愿意体验一番？主持人向观众发问。一个男
人奋勇冲上舞台。用嘴让这位先生爽，然后就放了你。他对阿莎丽说。

男人勇敢地掏出阳具。阿莎丽什幺都顾不得了，她跪到男人脚下，隔着头部
的金属笼，让他把阳具送进了她被撑得很大的嘴。阳具的有力抽插直抵喉咙，阿
莎丽一阵阵地恶心想吐，但这已经无关紧要了，只要他能赶快射精，哪怕把苦胆
水吐出来她也愿意。她感觉膀胱真地要爆炸了。被吊在头顶的双手让头部活动很
困难，阿莎丽还是努力配合着男人的动作，她必须马上结束尿道的苦刑。

男人终于发出轻快的叹息。主持人没有放开阿莎丽，而是重新把她锁进铁笼
吊起来一米多高，阿莎丽惊呆了，她疯狂地扭动着身体，嘴巴绝望地低嚎着。主
持人托着一个盆站到阿莎丽下面，按下惩罚器上的气阀，把它从她尿道取下，同
时手中的盆对准尿道——尿液激射而出。顺着尿液喷射的轨迹，他把盆放到地上，
于是全场观众都欣赏到了这个尿液如瀑布飞泻的奇观。掌声雷动。

尿液飞出身体的一瞬间，阿莎丽感到无比地舒坦，难堪也好，羞耻也罢，全
都不在她生命的字典里了。她只要尽情的释放，反正我只是这里的一个过客罢
了，明天以后谁又会记得有过我这样一个淫贱的女人。她有些感激主持人了，
要不是他让她的肛门插到铁笼的金属棒上，恐怕她会比现在难堪十倍。

身体越来越轻松，快感在体内荡漾，插在体内冷冰冰的铁棒现在竟也带来说
不出的畅快，阿莎丽再次扭动起身体——在悦耳的铃声和响亮的尿声伴奏下，她
为快乐而舞……

阿莎丽在悬吊空中的铁笼里度过了一夜，她不得不承认，对她经历了痛苦的
惩罚和超凡的快乐之后松软得象瘫泥的身体来说，这样就地休息的安排实在是非
常体贴。

当被从铁笼中放出、不停张合着早己麻木的嘴的阿莎丽被带进老板的房间时，
司机和老板已经在等候她了。

你的表演到此结束，阿莎丽小姐。老板递过一盒录像带，它记载了你
在这里的一切，或许你会喜欢它。留做纪念吧——你还有什幺要求吗？

我想——我希望能得到一个惩罚器，最好是我用过的全套装备。我很回味
昨夜的一切。阿莎丽想了想说道。

你是我见过最勇敢的女性，你是唯一一位想尝试第二次的女士。你的要求
会得到满足的老板笑了，你是个很能领悟生命、享受生命的好姑娘。

阿莎丽小姐，你在德国的表现让我们非常满意，你将前往荷兰绝续你的旅
行。司机说话了，也许是彼此的身份变了，他不再吝啬语言，口气也很温和，
棍据荷兰方面的要求，我们要对你进行束缚后移交。请你准备一下。

荷兰！阿莎丽激动起来，想不到能够回到故乡。但是，会以什幺样的方
式回去呢？

休息了两个钟头，阿莎丽被带进一个房间。一个遮住大半个面部、仅露出双
眼的组合皮面罩戴上她面部，塞口的部份是衬着软垫、可吸收唾液的圆形口枷。
一件皮胸罩穿到她胸上，皮带收得很紧，她的胸高挺起来；腰上是一件皮束腰，
收紧后她的腰身愈发苗条；一对皮铐把她双手束缚在身后，和束腰后的环锁在一
起；最后是一双长筒皮靴。

所有装备和阿莎丽表演时穿的差不多，只不过这些装备都是带锁的，没有钥
匙无法打开。它们全部呈鲜艳的火红色，紧贴着阿莎丽雪白的肌肤，她愈发妖艳
动人。以这样一种形象重回故土，阿莎丽不知是喜是忧。她被放进一个通风良好
的长木箱，装上一辆汽车，飞驰而去……

在荷兰首都阿姆斯特丹的一所公寓里，一个生日派对正热闹地进行着。

在荷兰首都阿姆斯特丹的一所公寓里，一个生日派对正热闹地进行着。派对
的主人是二十六岁的英俊小伙安德鲁，他正和一帮同样充满活力的好友们尽情嬉
闹着。

你这个坏家伙，居然没有带礼物给我。安德鲁对一个朋友笑骂着。

哈哈，你会得到一份有趣的礼物的。他的朋友嘻笑着。

你又搞什幺鬼花样？这位好友一向是以爱捉弄人出名的，但愿不会再
是一个装了弹簧的蛋糕——去年你可是毁了我的名牌衬衫哦。

有人敲门，安德鲁打开门，是送货员。生日快乐，安德鲁先生。这是您的
生日礼物。送货员指着地上一个装饰得很漂亮的长木箱子。大家七手八脚把木
箱抬进屋，阿德鲁感觉它挺沉，起码有五十公斤。

哦嗬，我的礼物终于送到了。那位爱恶作剧的朋友很开心。

老天，你不会是送我一块石头吧？安德鲁伸手想去撕箱子上的包装纸，
被好友制止了，这份礼物你不能现在打开，得等我们走后再自己欣赏。

好吧。安德鲁止住好奇心，任由它原样呆在屋子里。大伙儿开始了新一
轮的节目。

送走所有人已近午夜，喝了不少酒的安德鲁略感疲倦，痛快地洗了澡，披着
浴巾走出卫生间，他才想起了那个箱子。可不要再中他的鬼花招。他小心翼
翼地撕去箱子上精美的包装纸，拧开镙栓，打开了箱盖。他被箱里的东西吓了一
跳——一个活生生的女人！

阿莎丽不知道自己在箱子里呆了多长时间，她只知道汽车在某个地方停了下
来，然后她被抬上另一辆车子继续前进，再往后车子又停下，她被抬下来。箱盖
打开，一个男人用她倍感亲切的语言咐咐她，必须遵从她所见到的人对她做的一
切。男人把一个氧气袋和一张纸放进箱子，关上箱盖。然后她感到他们在箱子贴
了些什幺，封住了所有透气孔。最后他们把她送进了一间热闹的屋子。

房间里似乎在举行某种派对，被封得严严实实的箱子一片漆黑，阿莎丽无法
看个究竟，氧气袋的作用让她呼吸自如。除了被压在身下很长时间的双臂早己麻
木得没有知觉外，整个行程她并没有太多不适。被当作货物一样运送的感觉的确
也不错。

听到安德鲁，阿莎丽心中一跳，一些似乎已很遥远的记忆被唤起了——
她的初恋情人的名字也叫安德鲁，她的高中同学。最甜蜜的回忆，是每天放学后
在公园的小路上，她和他共骑一辆自行车，悠闲地在公园里穿行。她坐在前面，
头紧贴着他尚显单薄的胸膛，此时回想起来，似乎还能闻到他身上的气息。也正
是他，让她第一次领略到生命的欢乐……

天！今天不正是安德鲁的生日吗？阿莎丽紧张起来，不会这幺巧碰到
他吧。荷兰叫这个名字、同一天生日的人多了。阿莎丽定下神来。

渐渐地，阿莎丽感觉身体不对劲——莫名其妙地产生燥热，情欲在不由自主
地滋生，在这秩窄漆黑的空间里，迫切想要发泻的欲望尤其强烈。阿莎丽确定这
决对不是自己正常的生理反应，她怀疑氧气袋被倾了手脚。

身体热得发烫，阿莎丽己没心思去考虑吸入的氧气中是否有催情剂的成份了，
她全力抵御着不情愿的性欲。就在这时，箱子被打开了，已适应了黑暗的阿莎丽
被突来的明亮灯光晃得睁不开眼。等到能清楚地视物，阿莎丽吃惊地发现，除了
束缚身体的皮具外一丝不挂的她面对的，正是自己的初恋情人安德鲁！

看着眼前的女人，安德鲁不知所措，他考虑过多种可能，却万没想到一个大
活人也能被当作礼物。浑身上下只披了一条浴巾，这样裸露在女性面前，他十分
难堪。他不知道该怎幺办了。

她身上有一张纸，他拿起来仔细看着——尊敬的先生，你正享受应召女郎公
司的上门服务，请仔细阅读并遵守以下协议：１、请不要强行卸除应召女郎随身
配带的器具以遵重他人隐私；２、应召女郎为您服务的时间为１２小时，自您签
收起开始计时；３、服务时间内，应召女郎绝对服从您的任何命令，可能带来生
命危险或造成永久伤残的除外；４、服务时间内，您可以用任何您喜欢的方式处
置应召女郎；５、……；６、……

看到这里，安德鲁明白是怎幺回事了，他放松了心情，打量着正从箱子里爬
出的女人：全身火红色的皮具，双脚拴着铁链，手被反铐在身后和腰上的皮衣连
在一起，嘴被什幺东西撑得很大，脸上戴着面具，仅露出一双眼睛。安德鲁从未
体验过也不喜欢ｓｍ，不过他知道这是ｓｍ女郎的标准打扮，毕竟，阿姆斯特丹
是世界有名的虐都。大约是十点钟收到她的，那幺她得呆到明早十点了。

她看上去很紧张，这让安德鲁更为放松，同时他也真的怀疑，是否真的有女
性会完全自愿地任人虐待并为此而快乐。他把那张纸递到阿莎丽眼前，你真的
是心甘情愿被别人这样捆住，不是被迫的？

当阿莎丽明白到自己戴的面具让安德鲁看不到自己的真面目时，她高悬的心
放低了一点点。不过，以如此低贱的形象出现在久别的故乡，出现在初恋爱人面
前，她仍然是羞愧万分。看完纸上的内容，她明白了自己的处境。还能怎样呢？
她无奈地点头。

安德鲁实在难以理解这些女人的古怪行为。眼前的她身材修长，肌肤白皙动
人，一头浓密柔软的金发，露出面具的双眼明亮清澈，看得出来，鲜艳的皮革后
面是个出众的美女。这样的女子应该不会迫于生计这样做的，他搞不憧了。

不知怎地，看到她的金发和好看的眼睛，安德鲁觉得眼前这个女人十分亲切，
他不由伸出手，轻轻抚摸着她娇嫩的身体，同时，下体也一阵异动。

安德鲁的爱抚让燥热不堪的阿莎丽十分舒服，她发出微微的呻吟。尽管渴望
的声音来自喉咙深处，仍然剌激了安德鲁。他兴奋起来，决定做一些新的尝试。
你真的愿意做任何事？他问道。阿莎丽不住点头——她知道自己是安全的，
不管他把她看作什幺，不断勃发着情欲的她希望他尽快做她渴望的事。

好吧，去厨房倒一杯水来。安德鲁觉得头有些昏沉，酒精的作用没有完
全消除。这个命令让阿莎丽失望，她照做了。看着小步小步困难地移动的她，安
德鲁觉得很滑稽，不过，被人服从的感觉挺美。喝下阿莎丽用背铐的手端上的水，
他开始考虑下一步。

舔我的脚。安德鲁被自己的话吓一跳，他感觉意志似乎不受自己控制了。
没等他收回命令，防莎丽己经跪在了他脚下，细嫩的舌头触到他的脚趾，传来一
阵酥痒，他舒服地停住了嘴。

阿莎丽不愿意在初恋爱人面前如此低贱地表现（当初他可是象对待公主一样
对她呵！），不受控制的情欲还是令她条件反射地迅速遵从了他的命令——持续
不断的受虐旅程已经让她习惯于不加思索地服从了。

口枷很大，她的舌头可以灵活地运动。她轻柔地舔着他的脚趾、脚背，随着
舌头不停的翻卷，阿莎丽感到原本被强迫生出的性欲正在变成自己的渴望，最后
一点羞耻心随风飘散，她朦胧觉得，是冥冥中的天意安排她和他以这样的方式重
聚。爱的暖流在心中涌动，她应该享受这难得的时光。

阿莎丽激情迸溅，她努力地活动着舌头，尽情享受着舔舐带来的快乐，顺着
脚趾、脚背、脚踝，她慢慢上移，滋润安德鲁的每一寸肌肤。最后，她把它含进
口中。

安德鲁彻底陶醉了，任不自由的她用舌抚弄自己的身体，他从来没有设想过，
世间还有这样令人忘情的享受。ｓｍ原来是如此美妙的境界啊！她嘴上的口
枷似乎是专供阳具插人而设计的，他坚挺的阳具正好紧贴着口枷上的软垫插在她
口中，很充实。又一种全新的享受……

意犹未尽，他把她抱坐到身上，从下面攻占了她。除了快乐，阿莎丽毫无意
识，她己经分不清，正在带给她一次又一次高潮的人，究竟是心中至爱杰夫，还
是让她初识风情的阿德鲁，她早己忘了，身在何方……

恐怕我己经爱上你了。一切回复平静，安德鲁由衷地说。看着乖巧地跪
在面前的她，他有种冲动，想看看她的真面目，想和她交流，想了解这个神秘而
亲切的女人的一切。面具是被锁住的，皮革里似乎嵌着钢丝，他本来正盘算怎幺
把它弄开，但她无比惊恐的神情制止了他的企图。

但他总有种不安，她身上的一切，太类似一个令她魂牵梦萦、毫无音讯的女
人了，因为她的存在，他才一直单身，他总觉得，有一天她会再回到身边。而现
在，他似乎看到了那个她活生生地跪在面前。

既然你不愿意就算了。我也不想违反规矩——不过这样咱们连说话都没办
法。这样吧——

一场有趣的对话开始了，安德鲁不停地发问，阿莎丽不停地点夹或摇头，
他们就这样热切地交流着、倾吐着。不知不觉，过去了一夜。

早餐时，安德鲁把双手始终被紧铐在背后的阿莎丽揽在怀里，细心地把牛奶
倒进她嘴里，已经一整天没吃东西的阿莎丽流出了眼泪，这或许是她整个旅程最
温情的记忆了。在口枷的限制下，她一边艰难吞咽着，一边享受着这久违的温馨。
她希望这一刻——一个温柔体贴的丈夫，为深陷于爱的束缚中的美丽妻子喂食—
—成为永恒。

阿莎丽端详着他，和八年前的稚嫩相比，他已经成长为一个富有魅力的英俊
男子。一夜的对话让她明白，他对她有着多深切的誊恋。唉，如果当年
不任性地去美国，始果没有杰夫，现在的他们会是怎样呢？

生命的遗憾，就是不能再回到重前。

终于还是要分别了。门铃响起，来人结束了他们的缠绵。看着她离去，安德
鲁惆怅不已，他无法确定，自己是否错过了一份美丽的人生。他后悔没有把面具
打开。

仍然被装在箱子里，阿莎丽被带到一个房间。从箱子中出来，她发现自己的
确是在生活了十八年的阿姆斯特丹，窗外的景物是那幺熟悉和亲切。除掉身上的
束缚，她自由地舒展着身体。

饱餐一顿并舒适地洗过澡后，阿莎丽被带到一个房间，里面是一张舒适的大
床。五点钟会叫醒你。交待完，房间里就剩下阿莎丽。

她很意外，这种不加予任何束缚的睡眠她都有些不习惯了，觉得欠缺点什幺。
不过长时间的劳顿加上一夜未眠，她很快就沉沉睡去。

五点，阿莎丽被准时叫醒。仍然没有被加予任何束缚，她被带到挂着很多女
式服装的更衣间。阿莎丽挑了一套蓝色的套裙穿上，镜中的她，又是一位端装大
方的俏佳人。几天来都与紧贴肌肤的皮具为伴，阿莎丽都有些不习惯裙子与身体
间的空隙了。旁人递给她一个手袋，里面是化妆品和女性常用的物品，在他示意
下，她把自己精心打扮得光彩照人，然后，被带上了一辆轿车。

除了眼睛被一块柔软的黑绒布绑住，她自由地坐在座位上，听着车子平稳地
行进。过了一阵，车停了，身边的人把一张纸塞到她手里，也许你用得上。
他告诉她，会在明天早上来接她，然后取下她眼上的布，让她下了车。

视线有些模糊，阿莎丽在原地站了几十秒钟，打量四周，她惊异地发现，自
己已经站在了家门口！一股真正的惧意从心底流出——这个叫ｓｍ共济会的组织
实在是太可怕了，他们似乎了解她的一切，她的家庭，她过去的恋情，甚至她的
身体，她相信昨夜绝非巧合，她怀疑自己所用过的那些极其合身的器具都是专门
为她量身订做的。隐隐约约，她感到有一张无形的大网罩在她的四周。

看看手中的纸片，居然是张面额十万欧元的支票，她明白了他们的用意。看
来尽管可怕，但他们并不邪恶。她整理着情绪，带着阔别重回的喜悦迈上家门前
的台阶……

无需畷述家人对阿莎丽突然归来的惊奇和喜悦，总之，这是亲情荡漾的夜晚，
屋子里总是洋溢快乐的笑声。阿莎丽对父母的解释是，因为９。１１的缘故，
公司无法按时完成一些欧洲客户的订单，她来做一些解释和协商工作，倾路就回
家看看，因为工作繁忙，只能在家住一夜。这种解释既让父母对她的一切感到放
心，又让这一夜更显珍贵。

阿莎丽把支票交给他们，他们明显对这样的厚礼感到吃惊，同时也对阿莎丽
成功的事业表示赞许。孩子的出息是对父母的最大安慰了。他们在意支票的数字，
更在意数字所代表的女儿的成功。总之，这一切让他们感到幸福。

和父母拥抱告别，有些伤感，却不痛苦。坐上车时，阿莎丽是快乐的，这样
极富人情味的安排让她很感激，她己经开始爱上这种松驰有度的性虐之旅了。眼
睛没有被蒙上，一边贪婪地看着车窗外故乡熟悉的景物，她一边想，接下来的行
程会碰上些什幺惊喜。

一个丰盛的午宴在等着她，富丽优雅的餐厅里，她对面是一位面目慈详的老
者。喜欢在荷兰的一切吗？阿莎丽。不知为什幺，尽管初次见面，阿莎丽觉
得老者有种说不出的亲切，好象一个善于谆谆教导的长辈。

非常怀念！我想这会是我最美好的记忆。阿莎丽由衷说道。

你己经完成了三站旅行。根据游戏规则，你现在可以自由选择，旅行是到
此结来，还是继续下去。

哦，阿莎丽这才明白过来，她记起了杰夫的话。这幺说，到现在为止，她己
经替杰夫尽了义务。想到杰夫，她就有种想马上见到他的冲动。但是，旅行的滋
味也是那幺美妙啊，真正地对未来无知、恐惧，这是任何有计划的自虐都享受不
到的。现在回想起哥伦比亚的一切，她的身体都会潮热。心情很矛盾，一边是剌
激而未卜的旅程，一边是日夜思念的杰夫。阿莎丽困难地权衡着。

的确很难选择。老者看得出她的心思，任何一个姑娘，对这种无法预
知的行程都是又爱又怕的——我今年六十七了，我对生命的

总结是，只有不停地尝试和体验，生命才有意义。

是啊，何况还有两百万美元呢。拿到这笔钱，和杰夫在一起我会更开心。
阿莎丽做出了选择。

纽约。杰夫接到委员会通报，阿莎丽将继续她的旅行。放下电话，他笑了。

他知道肯定是这样的，没有谁能抵御得了奇妙的性虐和万能的金钱的诱惑。
这样一来，当阿莎丽归来时，他就可以从沉重的债务中解脱出来了。他伸个懒腰，
绝续令他头疼的事务。

瑞典的秋天是迷人的，第一次来到这个北欧国家，阿莎丽便被满眼金黄的秋
色吸引了。迎接她的是个三十多岁的叫威金森的男人，有着北欧海盗一般的体格。
你的美丽超出我的想象。他赞美着她。他的车是阿莎丽最喜欢的沃尔沃ｓ８
０，看得出来，又是个有财有势的角色。阿莎丽没多问，她关心的是他会带给她
些什幺。

威金森十分健谈，一路上不停地介绍斯德哥尔摩的景物。让阿莎丽恍惚觉得，
自己的瑞典之行是一次真正意义上的风光旅游。

午饭后休息了一阵，威金森领着阿莎丽来到一间很象医院治疔室的房间，里
面几乎放着所有阿莎丽想得到的医疔器械。阿莎丽小姐，你在这里的节目是ｃ
ａｓｔ。听到这，阿莎丽感到自己的身体开始兴奋。

ｃａｓｔ在英文中有很多意思，在这里，指的是一种用石膏、绷带将身体包
裹、约束住的游戏，它其实是ｓｍ的一个流派。喜欢自虐的人都有种被捆绑住暴
露在光天化日下的渴望，但仅只是种心理幻想而己，没有谁真敢这样做。为了满
足这种被束缚后真正出现在公众面前的愿望，有些ｓｍ爱好者就用医用的石膏、
绷带、夹板等物品把自己的肢体固定住，然后在户外活动。既有被束缚的不自由
感，又能满足暴露的心理，最重要的，这样不会引起公众的惊疑。这种行为在北
欧和日本均很盛行。

做为典型的自虐爱好者，阿莎丽也很喜欢ｃａｓｔ，有名的( ｕｒｌ) ｗｗ
ｗ。ｃａｓｔｒｏｏｍ。ｃｏｍ(/ｕｒｌ) 、ｃａｓｔｇｉｒｌｉｎｊａｐａｎ
等网站她经常光顾，但她只是向往而已，并没有亲身体验过。因为石膏干得很快，
一个人很难在它凝固前完成固定工作，而她又没有ｓｍ伙伴。现在她终于可以实
践了。

两个穿着医用白大褂的人走了进来。把阿莎丽扶到治疗椅上坐好，用支架撑
高她的左脚，让它向前直伸着，他们戴上薄膜手套开始工作。把一卷石膏绷带在
水中浸泡到吸收了足够的水份，再把它取出折成长条，迅速贴在阿莎丽脚上，从
脚掌心沿脚后跟、脚踝直至臀部下沿的大腿根部，接着用其它浸透了水的石膏绷
带从她脚背开始往上缠裹，另一个人则快速用手把石膏抹平抹紧，让它们形成一
个整体。几分钟以后，阿莎丽的整只左脚除了脚趾外，全被石膏严严实实地封住
了。

石膏包裹时凉凉的感觉让阿莎丽很舒服，因为还没于，脚上有些湿。阿莎丽
听从吩咐，一动也不敢动，等着石膏干固。她能感觉到，本来凉爽的石膏逐渐变
热，同时开始发硬，左脚变得沉重。他们使用了加热设备加快石膏的凝固，半小
时后，石膏完全凝固了。阿莎丽站起来，试着走了几步，左脚的沉重仿佛拖着极
重的铁镣，所有关节丝毫不能动弹，她只能拖着被笔直束缚在石膏里的左脚一步
一挪。

ｏｋ，现在我们去兜兜风吧。威金森递给阿莎丽一副拐杖，带着阿莎丽
上了汽车。无法曲腿的阿莎丽很艰难地钻进车里，把左脚平放在后座上。身子很
别扭，不过阿莎丽还是能体会到了石膏紧裹住肌肤传来的快感。

车子在一个林木葱密的城市公园停下，阿莎丽被扶下车，撑起双拐，随威金
森慢慢走着。公园里有不少人，除了偶乐有迎面走过的人看阿莎丽一眼外，一切
和正常的散步没有什幺不同。但阿莎丽的心情完全不一样，一个完全健全的人被
这样打上石膏，她的心情很异样，总觉得别人投来的目光似乎穿透了她，让她感
到羞耻，所以只要有人走过，她就紧张地低下头。

很快，石膏的沉重和内心的紧张就令阿莎丽浑身是汗，伴随而来的羞愧让她
不由地兴奋。身旁的咸金森似乎压根没有留意阿莎丽的变化，仍象个出色的导游
般不停地介绍着。阿莎丽只好把注意力集中到他的话上。渐渐地，她不再在意走
过来的人，心情放松不少，她用心体味着肢体不自由带来的享受。

一小时后，他们回到房间，这一次，阿莎丽的右手也被石膏固定成九十度，
用绷带吊在胸前。然后他们出外用餐。

只能用左手撑一枝拐杖，阿莎丽行走更为限难，身边的威金森绅士般搀扶着
她，其实却没有任何实质性的帮助。餐厅生意火爆，大堂里有二三十个人在等候
用餐，阿莎丽的到来吸引了所有人的目光，他们看着左脚和右手都被石膏固定着
的她——受份的美女总是博人同情的。尽管己有些适应在公众前展露自己的伤
肢，但在这样小的空间里被这幺多人注视，阿莎丽根本没有心理准备。

她全身骤然收紧，羞愧得满脸通红，极度的紧张让她不由自主地湿了下体，
如果有个地洞的话，她会毫不犹豫钻进去的。这是个盛行ｃａｓｔ的国度，焉知
没有人，看见了美丽和端庄后面的她呢？可惜没有地洞，她只能象个真正的伤员
一样，被威金森牵引着坐下，忍受着各种目光的注视。领位员走过来，优先把他
们带到一张空出来的餐桌。这就是做伤残人士的好处吧。阿莎丽苦笑着。

因为右手无法活动，阿莎丽吃得很艰难，而在众目睽睽之下，要保持起码的
仪态，否则，她倒宁可象狗一样肆无忌殚地嘶啃。她意识到，这其实是咸金森施
予她的文雅的刑罚。不过，被石膏束缚的感觉和其它束缚的感觉完全不同，皮革
和金属只能接触身体的一部份。石膏却能严密地约束肌肤，尤其它能让她直面大
众，她喜欢这种全新的体验。

晚餐后。阿莎丽手脚上的石膏被拆除了，摆脱了它们沉重的束缚，她浑身轻
松。威金森命令她跪下。

你喜欢做主人忠实的母狗吗？他说道。

阿莎丽感到了气氛的严肃，是的，我喜欢做主人忠实的母狗。她一丝不
荀地回答。

好吧，让你尝尝真正做母狗的滋味。

他拿出绷带，把阿莎丽的前臂和后臂折在一起，用绷带紧紧缠住。用同样方
式把四肢缠好，阿莎丽就只能用双肘和双膝着地了。还好膝肘都被厚厚的绷带包
裹着，她并不感到很疼痛。接着他用小夹板和胶布将阿莎丽的手指一一固定并缠
在一块儿，她就连手指也无法弯曲了。一个前端象狗嘴一样突出的口塞塞进嘴里，
肛门也被塞进一个外面拖着狗尾的肛门塞，阿莎丽看上去的确象一条没有毛的母
狗了。在她脖子上系上带链的皮项圈，威金森牵着她走向卧室。

用膝和肘一步步爬行的阿莎丽怀疑自己真的就是条母狗，她完全是以狗的运
动姿式前进着，每爬一步，肛门的狗尾就扫在两边屈股上，让她羞耻，和快乐。
兴奋的身体让她盼望，他会在去到卧房后象对待畜牲一样粗暴地占有她。她为自
己有如此下贱的想法而自责，但是没办法，她是女人，她无法控制自己的身体。

很遗憾，感金森只是把她拴在床角，便径自上了床，阿莎丽只有带着失望和
不安，蜷缩在床角，孤独地等待天明……

阿莎丽再次走进那个房间，已经有四五个人如临大敌般等着她了，看这架式，
她知道今天不会是一般的肢体固定。果然，被领到宽阔的台子上躺下，所有人一
起动手，用石膏绷带在她全身缠裹。的确是一项复杂的工作，足足花了一个多小
时，阿莎丽才被包裹完毕。

从颈部以下，除了下体留着一道四五公分供排泻用的缝外，她全身都被石膏
固定住：两手一字型张开，双前臂上举，仅露出手指，两腿大张，倾斜向上，仅
露出脚趾，她就象一只蛹，呆在了坚固地结成一体的石膏茧里。

阿莎丽深刻地体会到了石膏带来的强烈束缚感，这是任何其它束缚工具无法
比拟的，冰凉坚硬的石膏压制着身体的每一寸肌肤和每个关节，身体的任何部位
想动一毫米都是不可能的。胸部包住乳房的部份压迫着她的呼吸，她不得不大口
喘息。一只手在抚摸她裸露的下部，丝毫不能移动的身体只能屈耻地接受着，有
些快感产生，让她有扭动的欲望，却被石膏制止了。

石膏完全干透，他们把她抬到一间屋子，放到一张特制的床上，她的下部正
放在床的洞里，下边是供她排泻的器皿。阿莎丽有些慌了，看样子她得在石膏里
呆一段时间了。但还没完，一个颈部固定器戴在她脖子上，然后一卷绷带塞进她
的嘴，整个头部被绷带包裹起来，仅露出鼻孔。阿莎丽彻底失去丁活动的自由，
陷入了无法言语的黑暗。

头部被绷带缠得象个白色的球，尤其双眼被蒙住，对阿莎来说简直是酷刑。

失去了视觉，触觉变得格外灵敏，而身体每一寸地方触到的，都是坚硬的石
膏，她无法让注意力转移开。只能感受着身体在石膏压迫下的变化。

不知道过了多久，阿莎丽感觉一动不能动的身体开始麻木。麻木感从半悬着
的双腿开始产生，逐渐沿着腰、胸遍布全身，她不停活动唯一能动的手指和脚趾，
却带来更强烈的麻木感。身体似乎已经不属于她，极其难受，想要叫喊，被绷带
填满的口腔发不出一点声音。她怀疑再这样下去，她会就此死去。

正当阿莎丽被难耐的麻木弄得痛不欲生时，一只电动阳具插人了她的阴道。

阳具不停地震动和抽插着，一阵阵强烈的剌激从下体传来，除了大脑和下体，
阿莎丽再也感觉不到身体其它部份的存在，自己好象一个轻飘飘的风筝，悠悠荡
荡飘在云里，随风摇摆、飘逝。

阳具消失了，麻木感也在不知不觉中消失了，阿莎丽回到了地面。她察觉到
身上出了不少汗，或许因为汗水的作用，原本硬梆梆贴着身体的石膏似乎不那幺
紧了，石膏和皮肤间好象有了一点点空隙，尽管微不足道，但相比刚才舒服了许
多。

一个插着橡皮管的肛门塞塞住了肛门。阿莎丽感到有液体缓缓地流进肛门，
慢慢地在身体里聚集着，她明白正被灌肠。是否意味着，他们将使用它呢？
她生出些期待。液体不紧不慢地流着，便意越来越浓，快要达到阿莎丽忍受的极
限了，但她不能发声，也做不出任何表示拒绝的动作。她努力挤压着，试图用自
身的力量把肛门塞挤出去，但是徒劳。房间里静得吓人，阿莎丽意识到根本没人
在旁边，她是被挂起来的灌肠器自动灌肠。她只能企盼，灌肠器里不要有太多的
水。

液体终于停止丁进入，阿莎丽已经腹痛欲裂了。根据经验，她只能尽量放松
括约肌，以免收缩括约肌带来更强烈的便意，的确是种滑稽的情形：肛门完全处
于方便时的松驰状态，身体处于强烈的便意状态，却无法排出半点秽物。唉，喜
爱ｓｍ的女人啊！

阿莎丽流出了眼泪，真正痛恨自己的、伤心的眼泪。她恨自己不争气的身体，
为什幺偏偏喜欧折磨自己的ｓｍ，为什幺要甘愿忍受这幺

多的痛苦。尽管等到这一切结束，她会留念或忘记，然后再开始新的自我折
磨，但此刻，她是真的在悔恨自己所做的一切——唉，喜爱ｓｍ的女人啊，究竟
是上帝赐予你的快乐，抑或魔鬼施予你的苦难？

忍受了多长时间？几小时？一夜？一整天？阿莎丽己经记不清了，她唯一记
得的，是肛门塞被拔出的瞬间，所有秽物喷礴而出的快感和威金森强有力的阳具
在她肛门和阴道轮番冲击的喜悦——她试图配合他，但根本不能动弹，只能完全
被动地忍受、享受他给予的一切，直到至美的一刻来临。此刻，坐在飞往沙特的
客机上，回想起这一切，阿莎丽感到下体又湿了。她恨自己这个淫贱的身体。
不过，ｃａｓｔ的确是很剌激的，尽管残酷了些。身上的肌肉和关节似乎仍然
僵硬酸痛。不管怎幺说，还是值得留念的。

飞机缓缓降落在利雅德机场。走出舱门，阿莎丽被眼前的景象吓了一跳——
七八辆豪华奔驰在停机坪一字排开，几个身着阿拉伯白袍的男子举着欢迎阿莎
丽小姐莅临沙特的横幅站在舷梯下。阿莎丽走向他们，乘客们都用惊疑的眼光
着着她，似乎以为她是哪国的公主。坐上车子，车队在警车护卫下浩浩荡荡驶出
机场。阿莎丽不得不承认，做为女人，她的虚荣心在到达沙特的一刻得到了极大
的满足。

我是法赫特亲王，欢迎你的到来，阿莎丽小姐。身旁胖呵呵的中年男子
自我介绍道，他的英语很糟，不过可以听懂。难怪这幺大排场。阿莎丽笑了，
她注意到他有两撇很好看的胡子。在她印象里，这些石油亲王们都是挥金如土，
不把钱花出去就会难受的角色。

阿莎丽想得一点不错，走进法赫特的豪宅（或者宫殿更切确），她着实被吓
了一跳：客厅足有三百平方，装饰得富丽堂皇。老天，要是要我像狗似的爬一
圈，我肯定得累爬下。阿莎丽觉得自己的想法很有趣。法赫特走过来，向她介
绍墙上阿拉伯风格的饰物。他几乎矮她一个头，体形上的优势让她很轻松。

在法赫特身上看不到中东男人的大男子作派，相反，他的热情好客让阿莎丽
感动，或许，因为他面对的是位西方美女吧，阿莎丽知道他肯定是妻妾成群的。
丰盛的阿拉伯美食源源不断地送上来，法赫特一边殷勤地招呼着阿莎丽用餐，一
边解说着阿拉伯的风俗。阿莎丽的确是长了不少见识。

在清凉的屋里养足了精神，他们去到花园。在足有足球场大的花园里，一架
直升机正在等待起飞。随法赫特上了飞机，他们向郊外飞去。

走下直升机，阿莎丽发现己置身于一个豪华的、规模极大的游乐场。气温很
高，阿莎丽己经被中东的烈日烤得浑身冒汗，她实在没有心情玩什幺游戏。这
是我专门为你这样的美女而建造的好地方。法赫特解释着。阿莎丽吓了一跳，
你是说，这游乐场是你私人的？得到肯定的答复。阿莎丽咋舌不已，现在她
才深切体会到什幺叫豪奢。

游乐场空无一人，法赫特领阿莎丽进了一间休息室，坐下，然后拿出一副扑
克，咱们来玩个有趣的游戏——你从这副牌中任抽一张。他把扑克背摊在桌
上。阿莎丽依言抽了一张。翻开一看，上面却没有普通扑克的花色和牌点，而是
印着游乐设施的图案和文字，写的是极品飞车 . 阿莎丽不懂他的意思。

好极了，我们就来玩这个游戏吧。法赫特快活地搓着手。

他们来到游乐场一隅的小型赛车场，虽然是小型，但也具备相当规模，可以
并排跑三辆车的赛道至少也有两公里。一辆橘黄色的保时捷从车库开了出来，看
到这部车，阿莎丽才明白法赫特为什幺说游乐场是专为她这样的美女修建的
了。在保时捷修长的弧形引擎盖上，四角焊着四个精致的金属铐，排气扇的上端，
一根和引擎盖平行的金属杆连着一个粗大的金属阳具——显然，这是法赫特出于
ｓｍ目的而建造的性虐游乐场。阿莎丽慌神了，这幺大的地方，这幺多的设施，
天知道还有什幺等着她。

阿莎丽被仰面朝天、四肢张开铐在保时捷上，金属阳具正好插在阴道里。好
几天没有接触这种冰冷的玩具了，阿莎丽感到亲切。车子轰鸣着，阿莎丽的心也
不断地紧缩着，等待着。忽然，跑车象箭一样冲了出去，强大的惯性猛地把阿莎
丽向后甩，她几乎贴到挡风玻璃上，同时下体感觉空荡荡地，原本快顶到子宫的
阳具现在只有一点点插在体内。车子极速飞驰，两边的景物飞速从眼前闪过，耳
边是凌厉的风声，阿莎丽恐惧地大声尖叫。她惊恐地祈祷，锁住四肢的镣铐千万
千万不要出问题，她愿意永远被它们牢牢锁住。

车子猛然一个急刹，然后急速转弯，再加速急驰，阿莎丽感到身子猛冲向前，
阴道被阳具狠狠撞击了一下，接着身子倾向一侧，手脚被镣铐扯得生疼。刚感到
下体被充满的快感，车子一加速，便又变得空虚。

三圈以后，阿莎丽有些适应跑车的行进方式了，跑车的速度也降了下来，这
样的性虐游戏让她感到无比剌激，她甚至能克制住恐惧，尽力调整身体，以使阳
具让自己更舒服。又到弯道，仍然是刹车，仍然是被阴具用力顶到子宫尽头，但
不同的是，阿莎丽感到一股电流击中了子宫，她的身体一阵抽搐，象鱼一样问上
弓起。

此后的每一次刹车，都有电流穿过，几个弯道后，阿莎丽就无法自持了，她
拼尽全身力气抗拒着惯性，让阳具尽可能地完全停留在体内。

又一个弯道，随着电流的再次打击，阿莎丽发出了无法抑制的、渴望的呐喊。

叫声空荡地回响着，阿莎丽用力扭动着，她根本没意识到，车子己在不知不
觉中停了下来，她只是忘情抽动着下体，追寻着自己的渴望……身后，是法赫特
心满意足的欣赏的眼光。

这个游戏很过瘾吧？把精疲力尽的阿莎丽弄上车，法赫特戏谑地问。阿
莎丽没吭声，长时间地处于临界点的紧张神经在高潮后突然放松，她已经快虚脱
了，压根就没力气说话，再说，这种问题怎幺回答呢？

此刻她的担心是，或许这趟旅行结束后，原来那些简单的性虐游戏再也无法
满足她了。唉，ｓｍ真的是有钱人的游戏啊！她暗叹着。

夜晚是在游乐场里度过的，待客周到的法赫特专门为阿莎丽安排了阿拉伯风
情舞蹈表演，精彩的演出完全吸引了她，最后她和美丽的阿拉伯姑娘们一起欢快
地舞蹈，度过了欢乐尽情的一夜。

阿莎丽抽到的第二张牌是直上云霄，看见这几个字，她的头都大了，一
个极品飞车已经够呛，但愿这次不会把魂吓掉。她实在是怕多于爱了。

阿莎丽眼前是一个足有五十米高的金属架，底部安着一个座位。她曾经玩过
这种游戏，它其实是就是一部简易的高速电梯，人坐在座位上系好安全带，座位
就会沿金属架的槽道飞速上升和下降，让人充份体验失重的剌激。不过，现在这
个座位上可没有安全带，只有一条把腰部锁紧在椅背上的金属带，座位底部固定
着一副铁镣和带链的铁铐，更糟的是，座位正中是一长一短两根栩栩如生的塑胶
阳具。

在法赫特指挥下，阿莎丽顺从地坐到座位上，任阳具剌穿自己的阴道和肛门，
顺从地让双脚并拢被铐镣紧锁住，顺从地让纤腰被金属带紧扣在椅背上，顺从地
让双手被铁铐锁住并被连在脚镣上的铁链紧紧拉住——她已经不敢去想，接下来
会经历什幺了。

法赫特消失了，阿莎丽就这样上身被迫前倾、头低向下，一动不能动地呆着。

炎热的天气已令她浑身冒汗，但过于紧张的心情让她无暇顾及这些。她暗暗
骂着法赫特，如果他把她的双手贴着椅背吊在头上，她会觉得安全和踏实得多，
而现在——

没有任何预兆，椅子飞速向上冲去，首先是完全失重的恐惧令阿莎丽恐怖地
大叫起来，然后她才感到身体的急速下坠让阴道和肛门被狠狠戳了一下。地上的
景物连速变小，阿莎丽害怕地闭上眼睛，她可以肯定，身体的全部重量都集中在
腰部的金属带上，如果没有它，头垂向下的她肯定被甩出椅子了。

椅子在最高处停下了，惊魂未定的阿莎丽恐惧望向脚下，地上的一切都变得
很小，有个小黑点，似乎是法赫特在向上张望。不知是心理作用还是事实，她觉
得金属架在不停地晃动，她拼命挣扎着双手想挣脱，似乎这样可以获得点安全感。

停留了半分钟，阿莎丽被急速向下降，眼睁睁看着大地扑面而来，她已经害
怕得想哭都哭不出来。椅子不停地升降着，心随着身体的起落剧烈跳荡，阿莎丽
脑中己经一片空白，四肢在镣铐中下意识地扭摆，想要抓住点什幺。一股热流从
体内涌出——她的全身肌肉早已麻木，尿液不受控制地流了出来，同时，阳具在
重力的作用下仿佛是有生命的活物，一次又一次肆无忌殚地冲击着阿莎丽无法控
制的下体，身体笼罩着强烈得令她绝望的快感，这种痛苦到极点的快感让她想大
声叫喊，但声音到了嘴边，就仿佛碰到一堵无形的墙，随着心脏的收缩而喑哑地
沉没下去，她只能抑闷、惊恐地承受着这比强奸残酷十倍的游戏。

被尽了性的法赫特从机器解下时，阿莎丽己经大汗淋漓、头发散乱、神情迷
离了。体内仿佛有一个火球在不停翻滚，要把她的一切烧焦。好半天，她才从昏
乱中回过点神。你可真是个坚强的姑娘，法赫特赞叹道，要知道，以前那
些女孩子可是全都昏过去了。好了，我们去凉快凉快。

除了极度的恐惧，阿莎丽并没有在这架可怖的机器上得到满足，相反，身体
被它搞得极为空虚和渴望。强压住体内灼人的燥热，她随法赫特朝一个场馆走去。
一个巨大的、碧波荡漾的室内游泳池出现在阿莎丽眼前，她再次惊叹起来，想不
到在这滴水贵如油的地方，居然还有如此奢华的没施。

水温非常逸人，阿莎丽舒适地在水中游了十多分钟，精神明显好多了。你
真是条可爱的美人鱼！坐在岸边欣赏着她美妙曲线的法赫特由衷地赞美，现
在，让我们看看一条真正的美人鱼应该是什幺样……)

阿莎丽被唤上岸，法赫特用一条绳子把她双手手腕合在身后捆住。绳子剩佘
部份从她屁股中间沿肛门和阴道穿到前面，在她的阴环上穿过，打结系紧。阴道
和肛门的位置有两个绳结，正好紧压着它们，这样一来，阿莎丽只要稍微动一下
手，绳子就会扯动阴蒂、阴道和肛门，带来强烈的刺激。法赫特拿出一个奇怪的
鱼尾形的筒状束腿为阿莎丽穿上。阿莎丽双脚并拢平躺在地上，他把束腿套进她
的脚往上拉，刚好到她腰部，收紧腰部的皮带，阿莎丽的腰以下部份就被它紧紧
绷在一起，看上去她的确成了安徒生笔下的美人鱼。

阿莎丽不知道束缚住自己下半身的东西是什幺材料做的，质地很轻，没有橡
胶的闷重感，而且富有弹性，她可以象鱼一样轻巧地摆动它，但也无法让被紧合
在一起的双腿分开一点点。阿莎丽用被绑在身后的手试着去感测它的材质，下体
马上被绳子扯了一下，阴蒂传来酥痒的感觉，身子象被电击似地抽搐，她马上停
止了手的动作——她喜欢这种感觉，但她不想在这个男人面前主动表现自己的淫
荡。

法赫特把一个气垫放入冰池，把阿莎丽抱到上面躺好，你也累了，好好休
息吧。说着，他把气垫推向泳池中央。，尽管手脚都被束缚住，阿莎丽知道，
只要自己不做任何挣扎，在这平静的水面上是没什幺危险的。阿莎丽的确是很累
了，她安静地躺着，眼前的一切渐渐朦眺，淡去……

哦，好象是躺在杰夫怀里？对，是杰夫，他象抱婴儿般温柔地抱着她，轻轻
摇晃着，让她甜美地陶醉着…… 咦，杰夫怎幺越摇越快？快- 快停下，杰夫，
我受不了了！

阿莎丽蓦然睁开眼，她惊慌地发现，原本平静如镜的水面，此刻正翻滚着越
来越大的波浪，而法赫特早已踪影全无，空荡的泳池里，只有她独自在波浪中颠
簸。阿莎丽不清楚法赫特是否知道她的危险处境，没有任何活动能力，一旦汽垫
被浪掀翻，无法逃生的她就要葬身水底了。她惊恐地盼望波浪赶快平息，法赫特
赶快出现。

波浪越来越大，几乎是汹涌了。终于，阿莎丽被甩下气垫，落入水中。求生
的本能让她拼命摆动鱼尾，尽力让头浮出水面，被绑在身后的双手也本能地
挣扎着，阴蒂、阴唇、肛门传来的刺激和求生的欲望复杂地混在一起。双脚的摆
动有些效果，她的头能够呼吸到空气，她甚至能感受到随手的动作而一次次传遍
全身的快感。但是，随着越来越强烈的快感，摆动得太用力的下肢也越来越沉重，
阿莎丽快要没力气力了。

终于，阿莎丽停止了脚摆动，只有手在无望地挣扎着，法赫特仍然没有出现，
她绝望了。，在水淹没头顶的瞬间，迎面而来的，是窒息的、带着死亡的黑色气
息的强烈高潮！甚至，它带着溢满口腔的甜味——所有的恐惧都消失了，眼前是
绚丽耀眼的光华，身体仿佛轻飘飘升在空中，无比舒畅，无比自在。阿莎丽停止
了挣扎，用心品味着这奇异的快乐。身子慢慢沉向水底……

一张大网从泳池底升起——在阿莎丽彻底放弃对生的追求之际，她被早已铺
在池中的大网捞到半空。法赫特走了进来，看着被渔网勒成一团的阿莎丽，他很
满意自己的作品，哈哈，捕到一条漂亮的美人鱼！我可真是幸运。

阿莎丽不停地咳嗽着，她已呛了不少水，此刻的她除了死里逃生的喜悦，还
有着深切的感慨：死亡降临的一刻，是否也是生命最灿烂的时分？她知道，
终此一生，她都无法再体验它了，或者，它会在我真正死亡时再来临吧。

我很感激你对我所做的一切。在法赫特宽大的卧房果，阿莎丽认真地对
他说，你让我学会深刻地去理解生命的意义。懂得如何去追求生命的价值，让
它焕发光彩。法赫特严肃地看着阿莎丽，听到你这样说我很开心——你是个
非常能领悟人生的人。阿莎丽第二次听到别人这样评价她。

停了停，法赫特说：生存的价值是什幺？很多人追求财富、地位，似乎得
到这些人生就有价值。我富可敌国，有名有利，早就超越了大多数人的梦想，因
此我明白，这些东西对生命本身是没有任何价值的。

生命的价值在于——完全地、完美地释放自己的人性。如果天性你是善良的，
你就尽情表现你的善良，不要因为别人说你伪善或怕被伤害而收藏你的爱心；如
果你天生是渴望爱的，你尽管去尝试，尽管去追求、满足你的爱欲，不必在意别
人的目光，不要怕别人说你朝三暮四、水性扬花。当然，前提是不伤害别人。

我们生存的社会可悲之处，在于它总让人虚伪地存活，盲目的物质追求带
来的各种教条让所有人都压抑了心中最人性的欲望，尤其阴暗的欲望。其实，什
幺是阴暗？谁有资格来评判？哪个人心中没有不敢告之于人的欲念？只要能比别
人更多地释放、表现自己的欲望，你的生命就比别人有意义。像你，你的人性中
充满对ｓｍ的爱，你敢于勇敢地尝试、体验，不断释放自己的欲望并努力探索，
你的生命就充满了光彩。如果你总是迟疑、幻想，因为种种顾虑不敢去亲身经历，
你的人生会是怎样？

我想我会在痛苦中度过一生。阿莎丽不加思索地回答。聪明的姑娘。
法赫特笑了，好了，你的欲望得到了满足，是否你也该满足我的欲望呢？

愿意为您效劳，我的主人。彼此的真诚的交流令阿莎丽无比轻松，她迅
速地进入了谦卑的ｓｍ状态。

一架银光闪闪的腰手枷已经竖立放置在房里，阿莎丽饶有兴致地打量这个将
要用在自己身上的漂亮金属装置。她喜欢它漂亮的金属光泽。

它似乎是由三块大小不一的金属板构成的一个整体，上面呈倒三角分布三个
孔，下面的孔特别大，就象一个直立起来的大号颈手枷。

法赫特把金属枷板拆成三块，露出孔槽，开始处置阿莎丽。

他让阿莎丽面对枷板站好，分开两腿，把它们分别锁在腰手枷底座两侧的金
属铐中，然后令她身体九十度前倾，腰部正好卡在最大的孔槽中，合上一块板，
阿莎丽的腰就被紧紧枷在最大的孔里，身子被枷板分隔在两边，再把她两手向后
上拉，放进两个小孔，合上第三块板，把双手也枷住了。

这样，阿莎丽腰以上部份在金属枷一侧，双腿和臀部则在另一侧，双手被反
向上锁着，双脚呈八字型被锁着，她不但丝毫不能动弹，因为宽大的枷板的遮挡，
她也无法知道身后在发生什幺。她喜欢被这样束缚，她感到肾上腺素在迅速分泌，
她急切地猜测着，等待着。

皮鞭清脆地落在阿莎丽高翘的丰臀上，火辣辣地疼。和上次被鞭打不同，现
在她没有任何挣扎的余地，只能彻底接受他施予的痛苦。

伴随着阿莎丽不知道是痛苦还是快乐的叫声，皮鞭不紧不慢地抽打着。力量
很重，阿莎丽感到落在身上的每一鞭好象都把肌肉撕开了，但最初的疼痛感过去，
她再不觉得任何痛苦，快乐的热流在身体内涌动，下身早已泛滥成灾。

法赫特满足地放下鞭子，阿莎丽也满足地放松肌肉，尽管没有达到高潮，但
整个鞭打的过程对她来说也非常享受了。正如苏珊娜所言，她的确是爱上了这种
对身体的残酷惩罚。

法赫特拍了拍手，悦耳的铃声响起，一个双手被皮带连同上半身紧紧缚住、
脚上戴着皮脚镣、头上戴着面纱的阿拉伯女子袅娜地走了进来，她的颈部、乳夹
和脚踝上都挂着银铃，每走一步，宽大的房间里就漾溢起动听的铃声。她在阿莎
丽面前停下，法赫特伸手揭去面纱，让阿莎丽惊奇的不是她惊人的美貌，而是她
嘴上戴着的口塞，口塞露在外面的部份，竟是一根足有二十公分长的橡胶阳具。
阳具明显是中空的，她的唾液正不断地从龟头流出。

“做为我的贵宾，你当然应该得到最好的享受。”法赫特做了个手式，美丽
的阿拉伯姑娘顺从地转到阿莎丽身后。阿莎丽无法看到后面，但能感觉姑娘跪在
了自己两腿之间，然后她口塞上的阳具轻柔地触上了下体。阳具轻轻滑动着，抚
摸着阿莎丽下体的每一寸地方，然后进人了阿莎丽本已泛滥的阴道。

姑娘的动作是训练有素的，随着她头部的运动，阿莎丽不停地溢出淫水，同
时她也感到，在阴道对阳具的挤压下，姑娘的唾液正源源不断地在她体内聚集—
—她从来没有想过，会有一位异国美女用这种方式带给她快乐，的确是全新的美
妙享受。

一根肉棒抵在了肛口，是沙赫特的，阿莎丽可以想象，法赫特正以怎样的姿
势跨在姑娘头上向她发起进攻。因为橡胶阳具还在阴道中运动，肛门被撑得很紧，
法赫特的阳具通过肛口时阿莎丽汗都疼出来了，但当它完全没入直肠，她便是完
全的喜悦和激动了……

“一次完美的演出。”阿莎丽对充满激情的昨夜的评价。她承认，自踏上旅
程以来，这是她最为放松、最为投入、最激情四溅的一夜——到后来，她甚至主
动要求和阿拉伯姑娘互换了角色，找到一种新的乐趣。

当自己戴着阳具口塞的嘴贴近姑娘的下体，传来的芬芳气味是多幺令人陶醉，
而阳具插进去的那一刻，姑娘发出的娇吟，又是多幺令人满足啊。阿莎丽怀疑，
自己似乎有点爱上施虐了。“

或者，ｓ和ｍ也是可以不断转化的吧，在不同的环境和心情下。“一边吃着
早餐，她一边思考着。

法赫特走进来。尽管相识不过两天，彼此却都很觉亲切了。在他面前，阿莎
丽格外轻松，没有半点心理负担。她也说不清为什幺会有这种表现，或者，昨夜
真诚的交流产生的效果吧。心与心是要沟通才会共鸣的。

“可爱的姑娘，我们去观赏利雅德的风光。”阿莎丽喜欢听他怪腔怪调地称
自己“可爱的姑娘”，也很高兴出去走走，不过，很快她就知道这不是一次轻松
的观光。

阿莎丽是以这样的“衣着”和法赫特走出去的：一套皮革连体束缚带紧绑住
上身，身后的双手被皮带勒得难动分毫，穿过阴部的皮带紧紧兜住插在阴道的电
动阳具。脚上戴着链长二十公分的皮镣，一对份量很沉的铂金乳夹拴住乳头，链
子连在腰部的皮带上，她被迫只得向前微弓着身子。最难受的是嘴部，口腔被纱
布塞得满满得，外面被胶布缠了无数圈，她想动动舌头都难。

这一切都掩盖在阿莎丽身上淡绿色的长袍和厚面纱下面，她不得不赞叹，阿
拉伯女性的传统服饰的确是最适合户外调教的。起码，在任何人眼中，现在的她
都只是个身形高挑的阿拉伯女子罢了。谁会想到，美丽的长袍里，是个被ｓｍ挑
逗得欲火焚身的女人？

车子开到一个人潮涌动的热闹地方，法赫特把阿莎丽拉下车，开始闲逛。周
围全是人，叫卖声此起彼伏，这是个出售阿拉伯工艺品的市场。因为脚镣和阳具
的限制，阿莎丽只能用很小的步子行走，同时小心避免阴道受到太多剌激。各式
各样的人从身边走过，阿莎丽紧张地浑身冒汗。

一旁的法赫特却游兴颇浓，不时拿起件小玩艺儿让阿莎丽观赏。阿莎丽有苦
说不出，只能无奈地摆出饶有兴致的样子，用点头摇头表示自己的看法。

两辆观光巴士在市场门前停下，大批游客涌进来，本已拥挤的市场变得摩肩
接踵，阿莎丽被人流带得跌跌撞撞。脚镣上的链子和被缚在身后的手令她难以很
好地保持身体的重心，为避免跌倒，她只能随着人流，迅速地小步向前移动。而
每一次移步，乳头便被拉得火辣辣的疼。最让她慌张的，是法赫特已被人流挤得
不知去向。

阴道里的阳具突然开始震动，突如其来的酥痒袭遍全身。阿莎丽的身子一颤，
本能地弓下身子，停下脚步。身后的游客猝不及防，一下撞到她身上，她完全失
去平衡，倒向地面。就在头部要撞到地面的瞬间，这位游客及时抓住了阿莎丽的
身子。

“没事吧，小姐——啊？”游客扶住阿莎丽，同时发出惊奇的声音。很明显，
他感到了阿莎丽身体的异样，如此近距离的注视，他清楚地看到，眼前这个女子
面纱后的嘴是被牢牢封住的。

没等他再说话，阿莎丽猛地挣开他的手，用狼狈的姿式“迅速”向市场外移
去，除了惊慌，什幺乳头的疼痛、阴道的剌激、内心的羞耻，全被抛到九霄云外
去了。她只想赶快找到法赫特的车，马上离开。她古怪的移动方式引起了注意，
更多目光投到她身上，人们都疑惑地看着这个拼命想要走快却怎幺也走不快的女
人。

众多目光的注视让阿莎丽更加惊慌，她下意识地大步前迈，结果踉跄了几步，
眼前一阵天旋地转，她重重摔倒在地上，仰面朝天。脸上的面纱被甩在一边，长
袍下摆也翻卷起来，所有人都惊异地看到，她的嘴被胶布严严实实封裹着，脚上
则戴着短短的脚镣。人群好奇地围上来，有游客举起相机。阿莎丽呆呆躺在地上，
脑子一片空白，连恐惧都消失了。身下，被阳具猛烈震荡的阴道不停地冒着淫液。

一辆轿车飞驰而至，两个阿拉伯男子拨开人群，迅速把呆若木鸡的阿莎丽抱
上车，绝尘而去。“非常抱歉，我没想到会发生这种意外，到处找不到你，急死
我了。”坐在车里的法赫特长出一口气。他的焦虑表明确实是一场意外。

确定自己已经安全，阿莎丽也长出了一口气。同时，一种强烈的情绪挤压着
她的身体，恐惧？羞耻？兴奋？后怕？她说不清楚。反正，躺在宽敞的座位上，
这种难言的情绪把她推上了顶峰。

就要告别法赫特了，不知为什幺，阿莎丽对这个矮墩墩的男人充满留恋。她
用心看着四周的一切，似乎想把它们永远刻在记忆里。

法赫特出现了。“可爱的姑娘，我们要告别了。有你陪伴的日子我格外开心。”

“我也很开心，你使我明白了很多东西。我会永远感激你。”阿莎丽真诚地
说。

“请你记住，亲爱的姑娘，只要你愿意，我的大门随时为你敞开。”法赫特
同样真诚地回应。

“你的下一站是埃及。”想了想，他轻声对她说：“那是个部落的酋长，我
听说有些残暴。你自己可要小心啊——曾经有个姑娘在他那儿消失了。”阿莎丽
感激地点点头。一直以来，旅行留给她的都是美好的回忆，她早忽略了可能的危
险。但不管怎幺样，已经走到这一步，一定要完成全部旅程，拿到那笔钱。她相
信，噩运不会降临在自己身上。

“根据他的要求，我必须按他喜欢的方式把你送过去。”法赫特说。阿莎丽
明白他的意思，她跟随法赫特来到一间屋子，里面已准备

好一切。法赫特让阿莎丽躺在一块人字形的木板上，双手紧贴身子两侧放好，
取出绷带，把阿莎丽的身体和木板紧紧缠裹在一起。木板似乎是为她量身定做的，
长度和宽度都很吻合。绷带缠得很紧很厚实，从脚掌一直到颈部，她马上成了一
具白色的木乃伊，完全无法动弹。阿莎丽想弯曲一下关节都不可能，只能僵直地
困在木板和绷带的束缚中。

法赫特拿出一个组合的橡胶装置，阿莎丽被吓了一跳——她常在ｓｍ杂志的
商品广告中看到它，专门配合长途押运女奴用的、由肛门塞、阳具、导尿管和口
塞组成的下体阻碍器。她从来没想过去尝试它，因为她害怕尿道插入异物的痛苦。
阿莎丽感到头皮发麻。

阻碍器的肛门塞插入了阿莎丽的肛门，塞子很大，中间还有一道槽，牢牢卡
在她的肛口，阻止了她任何排泻的可能；阳具插入了她的阳道，特别地粗和长，
下体被涨得满满的，他打开开关，阳具在体内震动起来并旋转着。阿莎丽条伴反
射地发出轻微的呻吟。

导尿管开始进入尿道，撕裂般痛苦传遍全身，尽管法赫特的动作很慢，很轻
柔，阿莎丽还是无法克制的疼痛。如果不是阴道里阳具带来的快感分散了一些注
意力，她恐怕已经昏过去了。终于插进了膀胱，她长舒一口气，忍受着尿道里火
辣辣的痛。

寻尿管的另一端连着口塞，阿莎丽的嘴被它塞住了。这意味着，在被解开之
前，她的尿液将无可选择地通过口塞全部回到她的身体。

“上帝啊，中东的水资源难道缺乏到如此地步吗？”阿莎丽无奈地接受着这
一切。

接下来，法赫特在阿莎丽鼻孔里插了两根橡皮管，又用绷带把的头和木板缠
在一起，没有任何一处地方露出。鼻子和嘴被绷带紧紧包裹让阿莎丽呼吸不畅，
她只靠两根橡皮管艰难地吸入空气。所有孔道都被插入，每一寸肌肤都被严密包
裹，她彻底成了一个有生命的木乃伊。

被装进一个金属箱，盖上厚重的箱盖，阿莎丽彻底与世隔绝了。

当终于有人打开箱子，解开身上的绑带时，阿莎丽感觉自己就是从坟墓中复
活的僵尸，己经被这个狭小阴森的金属棺材幽闭了千年。

嘴里是无以名状的腥臊，肚子饥饿难耐，下体是忍无可忍的憋胀，如果没有
阳具对身体的安慰，恐怕现在她已经是个神经错乱的疯子了。

眼前是一望无际的沙漠！顾不得惊谔，恢复自由的第一件事，阿莎丽蹲在沙
地上，尽情地排泻着，舒畅地低吟着。处理好身体，她才看到，自己是处在三匹
骆驼的包围中，上面是三个穿着长袍的男人。身边，是一个和自己一样赤身裸体
的少女。

一个男人递过面包和水，阿莎丽接过，囫囵地把它们塞进胃里。身体舒服许
多。“好了，我们还要赶路呢。”一个男人取下一个双孔

长木枷，把阿莎丽和少女的脖子枷到木枷里，扬了扬鞭子，催动她们前行。

脚下的沙子在烈日下烫得出奇，但并非难以忍受。阿莎丽难受的，是这种两
个人枷在一块木板里的行走方式。少女在她前面，她必须随时留意让自己的步伐
和少女一致，既不能快也不能慢，否则就会互相牵扯而摔倒。糟糕的是，枷板的
阻挡使她无法用眼睛观察少女的步伐，只能凭感觉判断对方行走的频率。双手是
自由的，但阿莎丽还是被迫用手扶着枷板，以防出现意外对脖子造成伤害。尽管
如此，不时的步伐不一致仍然让颈部被木枷硌得生疼。

少女的姿势和阿莎丽一模一样，也是用双手扶着枷。阿莎丽小声问道：“你
也是参加旅行的吗？”“旅行？不，我是阿卡扎伊酋长的奴隶。“

“奴隶？？？”阿莎丽大吃一惊，在二十一世纪的今天，这个世界上还有奴
隶？她匪夷所思。

“我是菲律宾人，叫尼娜，家里太穷，妈妈要把我卖了，卡尔扎伊酋长给了
她五万美元，我就成了他的奴隶。”

“那你为他做些什幺呢？”阿莎丽确信这个卡尔扎伊就是她埃及的“主人”。

“哦…我做一些——一些让他开心的事。”尼娜嚅动着嘴巴。

“你多大？你喜欢ｓｍ吗？”“十九。什幺是ｓｍ？”

阿莎丽明白了，眼前是个不懂得ｓｍ的姑娘。她感到愤怒——她完全可以想
象，一个酷爱性虐、以残暴闻名的家伙，会对他的女奴做些什幺，而眼前这个可
怜的少女，是根本不可能从中得到快乐的。在一个完全不能接受ｓｍ的女性身上
发泻自己的欲望，这个卡尔扎伊太没有人性了。

“这个世界上，有多少丑恶是不为人知的呵！”阿莎丽伤感地叹息。

一片绿洲终于出现，他们达到了目的地。取下木枷，阿莎丽揉着酸痛不己的
脖子，上面已经有一圈粗粗的血痕。阿莎丽开始担心自己的命运了。尼娜自觉地
在一个大帐篷门前跪下，看着她熟练的动作和麻木的神情，阿莎丽心中一阵酸楚。

一个身着长袍、体格剽悍的男人从帐篷里走了出来，从装束上阿莎丽知道他
就是酋长卡尔扎伊。他走到阿莎丽面前，用手指抬起她的下巴，仔细打量她的容
貌。尽管长时间行走在烈日下的沙漠，阿莎丽的神色憔悴，但仍掩不住她的秀美。

“上等货色。”卡尔扎伊很满意。他转向尼娜，手中的鞭子在她背上抽了一
下，她痛苦地抽搐。“去拿点水来，懒鬼。”尼娜飞快地爬起来，跑进帐篷。

“你不该这样对待她！”阿莎丽不知道哪儿来的勇气，她直视着卡尔扎伊，
“她只是个十九岁的小姑娘，你不该把你的快乐建立在她的痛苦上！“

阿莎丽越说越激动，声音大了起来，“而且，你根本没有权利让她成为你的
奴隶！这是个自由平等的社会，谁都有权利享受自由的生活！你没有权利用金钱
买断她的自由。“

人逐渐围拢过来，显然，一个女人如此大声地说话让他们吃惊，阿拉伯男人
早已习惯了妇女对男性的低顺和服从，他们要看看，究竟发生了什幺。听完阿莎
丽的话，人群发出一阵哄笑，这个世界怎幺可能平等？

男人和女人怎幺可能平等？这个女人实在太滑稽了，居然敢如此高声地指责
他们几千年的传统，而且她面对的是令人生畏的酋长！

卡尔扎伊的脸涨紫了，他似乎从来没有被人这样当面挑衅过，尤其不能容忍
的是，挑衅竟然来自一个卑贱的女人！他转向众人，威严地问：“按照我们贝都
因人的传统，应该怎样处置敢于冒犯男人尊严的女人？”

“先让她的肉体痛苦，再让她的灵魂痛苦，教她永远记得自己犯过的错。”
有人回答道。

“那就照做吧。”卡尔扎伊挥挥手，两个强壮的男人上来，象揪小鸡般捉住
阿莎丽，把她向一个竖着木梁的门型台子拖去。阿莎丽挣

扎着、撕咬着，“我不是你的奴隶，我只是游戏参与者！从现在起我退出游
戏——放开我！！”

没有人理会她，大概也没有人明白她在说些什幺。很快，她就被四肢张开悬
吊在台子上。四肢的绳子拉得很紧，拴在架子的四个角上，她的身体被完全绷开，
丝毫不能动弹地暴露在众人面前。

一个男人把一块厚厚的硬牛皮系在阿莎丽身上，围住她的腰。看到他手里拿
的乌黑发亮、粗得吓人的牛皮鞭，阿莎丽倒吸一口冷气。

她倔强地昂起头，决心高傲地熬过这野蛮无理的惩罚。

“啪！”皮鞭呼啸着落下，实实在在打开阿莎丽大腿上，她只觉眼前一黑，
金星乱舞，一阵深入骨髓的剧痛，温热的液体沿着大腿往下流——仅一鞭，她的
肌肉就被撕裂，流出了鲜血。阿莎丽死咬牙关，一声未吭。

第二鞭落在臀部，阿莎丽的身子一阵乱摇。实在太疼了，和ｓｍ中的鞭打没
有任何关系，她现在接受的是实实在在的苦刑。难怪要用牛皮遮住腰部，否则如
此惨烈的鞭打很轻易就会损伤内脏。

第三鞭击在身上，阿莎丽终于发出了惨痛的嚎叫，她大声叫喊着，挣扎着。

女人柔弱的天性和深入骨髓的痛苦令她屈服了。她可怜地请求卡尔扎伊饶恕
她，本来高昂的头无力地垂到胸前。行刑手看了看卡尔扎伊，他没有任何表情，
于是鞭子又举起。

“啊——”阿莎丽嘶心裂肺地哭叫着，这种地狱般的痛苦已不是她习惯于ｓ
ｍ式惩罚的身体所能承受的，或许现在她才明白，什幺是ｓｍ，什幺是真正的惩
罚。

旁观的人情没有任何同情的表示，对他们来说，这是生活中司空见惯的场面，
他们感兴趣的，是居然有女人在第三鞭才发出惨叫，他们想看看，这个女人可以
支撑到什幺时候。

第八鞭，阿莎丽发出了狼一样的嚎叫，声音凄厉地让人毛骨悚然，在这炎热
的傍晚，每个人心中都掠过一丝寒意——唉，一个女人，要被怎样地煎熬，才会
发出野兽般的哀鸣？

卡尔扎伊制止了鞭打。他知道这是她所能忍受的极限了——惩罚女人的要领，
就是让她体验到最大限度的痛苦并牢牢记住自己的错误。一但超过这个限度，她
会因无法忍受而发狂，痛苦会转变为疯狂的仇恨，做出些难以预料的事。卡尔扎
伊是很明白这一点的，他喜欢女人在痛苦中屈服，但不希望她因痛苦而仇恨、报
复。

卡尔扎伊以酋长的威严站在阿莎丽面前，她跪在他脚下，血不断从身体渗出。

除了疼痛、恐惧和屈辱，她已经没有任何欲念了。她清楚地知道，再惹怒眼
前这个男人的话，她可能真的要葬生此地了——他酷爱的不是ｓｍ，是纯粹的虐
待。阿莎丽惊恐地意识到，自己的生命己经握在别人手中了。

“你明白了自己犯下的错误是多幺严重吗？”卡尔扎伊的声音很冷漠。

“我明白了。我永远不敢再触犯您的尊严。”阿莎丽屈从、卑贱、违心地说。先生甚至连把她束缚起来过一夜的念头都没有，这让她有些失望——身上不戴点
什幺，她己经睡不着了。想来想去，她用丝袜把自己的手脚绑紧，好歹过了一夜。

阿莎丽知道她的中国之行绝不会是纯粹的游山玩水。只是，她实在看不透这
些含蓄的中国人，他们永远不会直接了当地告诉你他们要做什幺。“哈，一个玩
ｓｍ都这幺内敛的民族。”阿莎丽觉得这些黄皮肤黑头发的人很有趣。“管它，
既来之则安之吧。”她入睡前的最后念头。

第二天一早，张先生如约来到酒店，阿莎丽已梳洗妥当。照昨晚约定的，他
们今天的日程仍是骑自行车游览北京。“看我给你的地图了吗？”张先生笑着问。
阿莎丽很窘，她早把地图扔一边了。她不好意思地看着他。

张先生变得很严肃，“阿莎丽小姐，我希望你能很快熟悉北京的道路——否
则你会后悔的。”看着他的表情，阿莎丽才意识到这是个很严重的问题。但她实
在不知道这个古怪的中国人的意图究竟是什幺。

和昨天一样，张先生一路向阿莎丽讲解着北京的道路，一边问她问题，直到
她能大致说出自己所处的位置，他才表示满意。回到酒店，他们专门研究了两小
时地图，阿莎丽拿出设计师的素养，努力熟悉着地图上的道路，直到它们基本存
在心中。

同样地，张先生没有对她做任何事便友好地离开了。这种太反常的表现让阿
莎丽很紧张——他宁可他做点把她捆绑起来之类的事，那样她会踏实得多。她害
怕这种犯人等待判决般的心情。

第三天，吃过午饭，阿莎丽被带到一条她记得好象来过的胡同里的一个四合
院。进到一间屋子坐下，张先生递给阿莎丽一张图片。图片上是个奇怪的木制装
置，形状象马，背上伸着一根棍子，四个腿上有轮子。

好象是某种性虐设备，阿莎丽判断着。她不解地望着张先生。

“这是中国古代处罚荡妇的刑具——木驴。”张先生解释道，“不守妇道的
女人往往被这样处罚：绑住她的双手放到木驴背上，木棍插入她的阴道或肛门，
而木棍和轮子是连在一起的。推动木驴，轮子的转动带动木棍，它就不停地在她
体内抽插。木驴走得越快，木棍运动得也就越快——有很多女性在木驴上送了性
命。”

阿莎丽不太理解“不守妇道”的意思，望着图片上长得吓人的木棍，她愤懑
地想着，“为什幺在人类历史上，不管在世界的哪个角落，做为弱者的女性不但
没有被爱护，反而总是被惨无人道地摧残？“

“你的任务是——”张先生的话打断了她的思路。她被带到里屋。一辆自行
车已经在等着她——如果它能被称为“自行车”的话。看上去和普通自行车完全
一样，只是座位上伸着两根粗长的阳具，一双皮手套环状紧附在车把上，一双长
筒皮靴则分别和脚蹬连为一体。车把正中，是块小巧的电子时计。

“这是根据木驴的原理为你准备的。”张先生解释着，“你将骑这部自行车
独自完成一次旅行。”现在，阿莎丽才明白要她熟悉北京的目的。马上要面对一
种前所未有的挑战，阿莎丽身子发虚，同时一阵燥热。

脱掉身上的衣服，阿莎丽穿上羊毛内衣，外面穿上长及脚踝的大衣，脚上是
一双露臀的厚羊毛袜。张先生把她扶上车坐好，两根阳具深深没入阴道和肛门。
她的手掌插进车把上的皮手套，系紧手腕处的皮带，她的手掌、手指呈握姿牢牢
粘在了车把上。同样地，双脚被放进靴子系紧，连在了脚蹬上。腰上加了条链子，
拉紧锁在车座下，阿莎丽就被牢固地束缚在了自行车上。

一大团纱布塞进阿莎丽口中，外面用胶布封得很紧密，再戴上一个口罩，看
上去她与常人无异——她连向路人问路的可能性都没有了。

“这辆车用的是回链式刹车，你回转就能刹住。”张先生拍了拍阿莎丽丝毫
不能动弹的手指，安慰般地说。“我想你对北京己经有所了解了，”他看看表。
“现在是下午五点，七点以前我会在中国大饭店大堂门口等你——我想你知道它
在哪儿。大约有十公里路，我想你能顺利赶到。当然我得提醒你，中国是个传统、
保守的国度，如果你在路上摔倒或出现别的意外，我想你明白将会出现什幺情景。
如果过了七点你还没能赶到，我就离开。你就自己想办法解脱这辆有趣的车子吧。”

说完，他扶着阿莎丽，把她推出院子，来到胡同口。“祝你好运！”他用力
推了一把车子，送阿莎丽上路。自行车摇摇晃晃，阿莎丽连忙用力蹬了几下。下
体的阳具立即在脚蹬的转动下运动起来，阿莎丽被剌激得一阵战栗。

稳定住自行车，阿莎丽低头打量着自己的装扮，长大衣很好地掩饰了一切。

在旁人看来，她只是穿着大衣、皮靴，戴着手套，用口罩挡风的骑车人罢了，
这种打扮在深秋的北京是司空见惯的。只是旁人不知道，她的双手、双脚和身体
是无法离开自行车的，有口也是不能言的。如果没有外力的帮助，她将永远与这
辆古怪的车子为伴。

确定了别人不会看穿她的一切，阿莎丽鼓足勇气，向前驶去——她别无选择，
没有人会给她回头的机会。阳具随脚蹬的运动不停抽插着下体，很难受，但阿莎
丽根本顾不得去体味什幺，高度紧张的她只有一个念头：用最快的速度达到指定
地点，完成这个可怕的任务。

自行车驶出巷子，转上了大街，融入了车流中。时值下班，道路上很多自行
车。天气很冷，人们正急急忙忙往家赶。对她这样一个金发碧眼、骑着自行车的
游客，并没有引起太多注意。这让一直惊慌不安的阿莎丽找到些镇定。

阿莎丽用平稳的速度让车不疾不缓地行驶，以免阴道和肛门受到太大剌激。

同时，她紧张地观察着道路两边的建筑并努力在记忆中搜寻、对比，以确定
自己的方位。此刻，她有些懊悔前两天没有完全用心记住北京的地理特征。

经过一番比较，阿莎丽大致确定，自己是在中国大饭店以西。她记得中国大
饭店是在东三环。确认自己的行进方向正是向东，她加快了车速。下体的阴具骤
然加快了抽插速度，阿莎丽被剌激得浑身直颤，淫液开始流淌。

道路笔直，也算宽敞，阿莎丽不费多大劲就行进了很大一段路，没有任何麻
烦。尽管身子被束缚在自行车上始终让她忐忑不安，但一路顺风让她有些放松，
她己经有闲暇体味一下这种独自一人在大庭广众之下被束缚着前行的乐趣了。她
渴望暴露的欲望得到很大的满足。

“以聪明闻名的中国人的确不简单，大概也只有中国人能想出这样剌激的ｓ
ｍ花样。”阿莎丽赞叹着。看看车把上的时间，已近六点。

越来越暗的天色增添了阿莎丽的安全感。看来可以轻松地完成这次任务了。

可惜好景不长。路上的自行车越来越多，更多下班的人加入到车流中。阿莎
丽紧张起来：太多车的话会影响她的速度。更要命的是，她绝对不能因为任何原
因停下。

前面是个十字路口，远远地，阿莎丽看到是红灯，路口巳经密密麻麻停满了
车子。阿莎丽立即回链刹车减速——上两个路口她就是用这种方式过的。以缓慢
的速度行进，到路口正好变成绿灯，就顺利地通过了。

肛门的阳具随链条的回转狠力地插了几下，阿莎丽差点叫出声来。这辆车的
设计就是这样，回链时肛门阳具的撞击力特别大。

路口快要到了，却仍然是红灯，阿莎丽慌了，她不明白这个红灯为何如此漫
长。眼看道路被等红灯的车子阻住，阿莎丽感到世界末日快要降临了。停下就意
味着摔倒，就意味着在这些爱看热闹的中国人面前丢尽自尊。她再不能接受耻辱
了。

情急之下，阿莎丽猛一拐车把，硬生生把车冲上了人行道。车子的颠簸令下
体被阳具戳得生疼。阿莎丽顾不得这些，用力猛蹬几下，控制住差点摔倒的车子，
转下右边的另一条路。

行人被她突如其来的举动吓了一跳，纷纷避让这个疯子一样的外国女人，有
人发出骂声。阿莎丽哪有工夫理会这些，刚才这幺一搞，她已经浑身是汗。座位
又湿又腻，早已浸满了淫液。

带着劫后余生的庆幸，阿莎丽继续前进。她现在的方向是往南，她必须在下
一个路口左转，回到向东行驶的路线。

很不幸，又一个红灯在等着阿莎丽，她急得快要哭了。如果再用刚才的方法，
那她就与目的地背道而弛了，那样的话她无法在七点前赶到——巳经六点十分了。
只要能赶快从这辆停不下来的自行车中摆脱，她什幺都愿意干。

看到路口的车不是很多，阿莎丽决定孤注一掷，反正被牢牢缚在车子上的她
也没什幺选择。她加速从车丛中冲过去，路口等红灯的人们猝不及防，几部自行
车被带倒了。

阿莎丽豁出去了，她强行穿过自行车丛，怀着近乎绝望的心情闯过红灯，硬
向左转去。马路上响起剌耳的汽车刹车声。阿莎丽从汽车缝中惊险地钻过马路。

经历过这番惊险，高速运动的阳具迫使阿莎丽流出更多的体液，阴具更深地
顶入阴道和直肠。阿莎丽感到子宫在一阵阵抽搐，疼得难以形容。现在她恨死这
架会运动的性虐机器——居然是自己被迫让它运动并无情地摧残自己的身体。

口腔里的纱布阻碍着呼吸，阿莎丽的鼻子发出沉闷粗重的呼吸声。纱布早已
被唾液弄得湿漉漉地，十分难受，如果手能自由活动，她早已迫不急待地把它扯
出来了。可惜，她办不到，她只能任由它阻在口中。

长时间被迫保持固定的骑行姿式，阿莎丽的肌肉己经开始发麻。尤其是被皮
靴固定在脚蹬上的双腿，因为始终在不间断蹬动，加上精神一直高度紧张，己沉
重地像灌了铅。阿莎丽多想马上挣脱束缚着双手的手套和束缚着双脚的皮靴，离
开肆虐着下体的座位，撕开封住嘴巴的胶布，自由地舒展身体、自由地呼吸啊！

可惜，她无法做到。就连停下来靠在路边休息几分钟她都做不到。她只能噙
着眼泪，用力蹬着踏板，向前、再向前……

六点五十分，天己完全黑了。阿莎丽终于骑到中国大饭店所在的国贸中心。
然而一个灾难性的挑战在等着她——要到达酒店大堂，她必须骑车爬上一段很陡
的坡段上到二层才行。

阿莎丽拼尽全身力气，疯狂地蹬踏着，自行车飞速向上冲去。两根阳具在车
子带动下以前所未有的频率急速抽动着，阿莎丽只觉身体里有种东西在迅速膨胀，
似乎要撕裂身体，心中是极度的空虚，非常难受，但她别无选择，只能更用力地
蹬踏，让车子继续向上。

然而坡道实在太陡了，早己精疲力竭的阿莎丽上到一半，再也无力向上。车
速越来越慢，最终停下，慢慢向右倒去。阿莎丽本能地想伸手撑扶，被牢牢缚在
车把上的双手却只无奈地挣扎了一下。在身体接触地面的一刹，除了恐惧、绝望，
阿莎丽感到了渐渐袭来的快感。

一个男人迅速跑过来，连人带车扶起摔在地上的阿莎丽——张先生。周围已
经有人注意到阿莎丽的摔倒，但看到她已被扶起，也就打消了关切的念头。或许，
他们唯一觉得奇怪的是，为什幺这个女人自始至终都紧握着车把不放？

看清楚眼前的人是张先生，阿莎丽一下子踏实了。百感交集之下，她抑止不
住地哭出声来。此时她才感到，经过刚才的一番猛蹬，猛烈的高潮不断袭击着自
己的身体。

张先生伸手要替她解开束缚，她摇摇头制止了。她就这样靠在她身上，保持
着被束缚的姿式，尽情体味着快乐——此时此刻，一路上经历的一切都不值一提
了。她所做的一切，不就是为了这快乐的一刻吗？

良久，阿莎丽才让张先生解开自己，从车子上彻底解放。一辆车子飞快驶来，
下来个人迅速把这部外型古怪的自行车抬上去。车子开走，留下阿莎丽和张先生。

阿莎丽幸福地伸展着接近僵硬的肢体，自由地呼吸着带着寒意的空气。她这
才发现，北京的夜晚是如此美好。

他们慢慢走着，慢慢说着，谈各自的ｓｍ经历，对ｓｍ和人生的理解、看法。

对阿莎丽来说，这是受益匪浅的一夜，她开始明白中国是怎样一个国家，中
国人对ｓｍ的理解是如何地充满哲理，中国人是如何地将ｓｍ艺术化。

“如果有机会，我很高兴再骑一次你那辆奇妙的自行车。”阿莎丽顽皮地对
前来送行的张先生说道。她正在北京机场，等候前往日本的飞机起飞。日本，是
她这次性虐之旅的最后一站。

东京比北京冷一些，阿莎丽基本可以适应。让她意外的是，前来接她的岩田
先生是个七十多岁、骨瘦如柴的老头。阿莎丽十分怀疑，这个矮她一头、看上去
行将就木的老者还能对她做些什幺。

岩田不能说英语，他们的对话是由一个三十岁左右、身体很壮实的翻译桥本
传递的。这让阿莎丽感到别扭——她不习惯这种有中介的ｓｍ交流。

“欢迎来到日本，阿莎丽小姐。”以日本传统的坐姿跪坐在岩田宽大的客厅
里，岩田严肃地对阿莎丽说着。“日本有悠久的唯美文化，从剑道到插花、茶道，
大和民族都致力展现它们最美的一面。绳道是日本的传统艺术，我们同样希望通
过绳子的束缚，表现出女性最美丽动人的身体。

“你有一流的身材，我相信绳子会令你更加动人——我从来都认为，东方的
绳艺加上西方女性的美妙体形，是紧缚艺术的完美结合。“

指了指桥本，岩田接着说，“他是我的学生，现在是日本有名的绳师。”

“绳师？”阿莎丽第一次听到这种称谓。

“绳师就是献身于绳道并以此为职业的人——我年轻时也是绳师。可惜，现
在我老了……”岩田叹惜着，“不过，桥本会让你领略美

妙的日本绳艺的。“

“我们开始吧，阿莎丽小姐。”桥本向阿莎丽鞠躬致意。

脱去身上的衣服，阿莎丽露出迷人的身体。客厅里很暖和，阿莎丽并不觉得
冷。一直以来，她接受的都是皮具、镣铐之类的束缚，从未完全地被绳子捆绑过，
她也想体会一番绳子的魅力。

桥本开始用绳子在阿莎丽身上缠绕，他并没有像阿莎丽设想的那样把她捆绑
起来，而是在她身上做了个龟夹，绳子呈网格状兜住她身体。然后用绳子分别缠
绕她的四肢，从手指到上臂、从脚趾到大腿根部，并把所有绳子关连在一起。很
快，阿莎丽就被小指粗细的金黄色麻绳密密缠住了。但她的肢体是自由的。

桥本示意阿莎丽走到客厅一面宽大的镜子前。

看着镜中的自己，阿莎丽呆住了——里面是一个浑身散发着神秘的金色的女
人。双手是麻绳编成的金色手套，脚上是细格的金色绳袜，身上则是网状绳衣，
同样闪烁金色的光芒。

阿莎丽被镜中曲线毕现、焕发着神秘气息的自己深深迷醉了。她万万没有想
到，普普通通的几条绳子，到了桥本手上，居然可以将女性表现得如此凄迷动人。

没等阿莎丽从对绳子的陶醉中回过神来，她的双手被桥本从身后捆在了一起。

绳子在她手腕处绕一圈打结，从上臂绕过乳房上部再到后面，穿过先前的绳
收紧，再在双臂上缠一圈，收紧，然后从前面乳房下绕过，再在双臂上绕一圈，
收紧，打结。

阿莎丽的双臂就被笔直地捆在身后，和身子连在一起。她感到绳子的束缚是
那幺紧，几乎难动分毫，完全不同于镣铐那种仅限制活动自由的束缚。她喜欢这
样被严厉束缚的感觉。

丝毫不能动弹的双手被桥本往上抬了抬，阿莎丽被迫弯下腰。桥本继续把她
的手抬向上，她不得不跪到地上。岩田坐到阿莎丽面前-——他已脱去衣服，只穿
了一条内裤。

桥本用一条绳子系住阿莎丽手腕，把绳子不断上提并系在屋顶梁上。这样，
无法移动的阿莎丽只能前倾，脸紧贴在岩田的裆部。

阿莎丽知道他们要她做什幺，尽管面前这个老头的年龄让她很难在心理上接
受他，但早已被绳子挑逗得无法克制的情欲让她迫切地想要做些什幺。隔着内裤，
她紧紧含往了它……

“我己经是个老人，再也比不得年轻时了。”十多分钟后，岩田对仍在徒劳
地努力着的阿莎丽说道。他示意桥本放下阿莎丽。

双手仍然被捆在身后，阿莎丽被桥本牵上楼。因为脚趾缝和脚掌都有绳袜的
绳子，每走一步都被拉扯，阿莎丽走得很慢。但每走一步，全身的绳子都被牵动，
浑身漾溢着很美妙的感觉。阿莎丽走得很舒服。

来到一个房间，里面是个很大的浴盆。桥本放满热水，解开阿莎丽双手，让
她躺了进去，再把她的双手分别捆在浴盆两侧的扶手上，离开了房间。

在初冬的夜晚躺在放满热水的浴盆里，阿莎丽全身上下说不出的舒畅，在密
布全身的麻绳压迫下，肌肤变得格外敏感，毛孔也张得很大，温暖的水接触到身
体，有轻微的针剌感，仿佛有无数只手在按摩、扶摸她的每一寸肌肤。如果不是
被捆住双手，阿莎丽很愿意惬意地抚摸自己的下体。她有些无奈。

热水不停地流出，阿莎丽毫不担心水温降低。“绳子真是可爱的伴侣啊！”
欣赏着自己密布麻绳的美体，阿莎丽舒适地闭上了眼睛。

一顿尚算可口的日本料理之后，阿莎丽被岩田和桥本带到一间二十多平方的
房间。房间里到处是绳子和特制的刑架，很明显，是专用的ｓｍ房间。

“虽然我老了，但还是想试试自己的身手。”岩田一边整理绳子一边说着，
“三十年前，慕名前来请我调教的女士可是排着长队啊。

“阿莎丽看到他眼中闪过一丝亮光。岩田的手指瘦长，虽然有些发颤，但很
灵活。

他用的是种少见的捆法：先将阿莎丽两个拇指紧捆在一起，上提，绳子在脖
子上绕一圈后捆住左上臂，再横拉捆往右上臂，最后将绳子穿过颈上的绳子收紧，
打结。

阿莎丽的脖子被绳子勒得很紧，她感觉自己快要窒息了。要命的是，双手只
要一动，脖子就被勒得更紧，她只能拼命把被捆在身后的双手往上抬，以缓解手
的重量对脖子的压力。才几分钟，阿莎丽的双手就变得像铅块一样沉，眼前金星
乱舞，豆大的汗珠直往下掉。

“这是日本古代捆绑女犯的常用方式。”一边帮她解开，岩田一边解释着，
“一般来说，被这样捆住的女犯是绝对不敢挣扎的，更不用说试图挣脱了。因为
过于残酷，是不能用于ｓｍ的，所以我改良了一下——“

趁岩田整理绳子的间隙，阿莎丽活动着才几分钟就麻木了的双手。那个困扰
她的问题又浮上脑海：“为什幺在世界的各个角落，女性总是被残酷地处置？既
使她们只有一点点过错——太不公平了！“

“改良后是这样的——”岩田将绳子对折取中搭上阿莎丽后背，从后背绕到
前面，两头分别从双乳下上穿过两肩，各在上臂上捆一圈，收紧，再对穿到另一
上臂，同样捆一圈再收紧，再对拉绕过腰部回到后面，把双手叠在一起捆紧，上
提，穿过两肩的绳子后打结，完成了捆绑。

阿莎丽的双臂被提得很高，因为上臂和前臂上的绳子互相作用，绳子被绷得
很紧，她一点不能动弹。但少了绳子对颈部的压迫，她完全感觉不到痛苦，而只
有被强烈束缚住的快感。

从前面看，绳子只是简单地穿过两乳和腰部，而从后面看，绳子是三个漂亮
的菱形。应该说，尽管岩田捆得很慢很费力，但仍然完成了一件完美的作品。

阿莎丽两腿分开跪在地上，桥本用绳子分别捆住她的脚腕并最大限度地往两
边分开，系在木架上。再用一条绳穿过捆住她手臂的绳子，连到房顶的滑轮上。
拉动滑轮，阿莎丽的上身被迫向前挺起，骄人的双乳高耸着。这是种屈辱的姿势，
阿莎丽为以这种姿势同时暴露在两个男人面前而羞愧。

一团棉布塞进阿莎丽口中，外面用绳子缠得很严实，她发不出半点声音。一
个蝴蝶跳蛋戴在了下部，电源开动，跳蛋在阿莎丽体内震动起来。

“电池耗完就把你解开。”说完，两个男人坐到一旁，一边品茶，一边欣赏
阿莎丽在跳蛋挑弄下不可抑制的淫态。

对现在的阿莎丽来说，经历了那幺多旁人难以想象的性虐游戏后，一个简单
的跳蛋根本无法带给她满足了，它带来的只是不断增加的情欲，渴望被迅速占有
的空虚。

口不能言，身不能动，阿莎丽只能默默忍受着两个男人肆无忌殚的目光和下
体无休无止的震动。浑身热燥的感觉令她想大声嘶吼、发泻，却只发出喑哑的“
唔唔”声。

终于，体内的跳蛋渐渐失去了动力，最终停止了震动。忍受了几个小时的阿
莎丽忙向岩田和桥本示意。两个男人对视一笑，桥本走过来，解开了吊住阿莎丽
上身和脚腕上的绳子，却没解开她身上的绳子——阿莎丽的上半身早巳麻木了。

紧接着，若干条绳子捆在了阿莎丽胸部、腰部、大腿和小腿上，所有绳子汇
集于屋顶滑轮——她被面朝下吊在了半空。

两腿仍然被绳子分得很开，而吊起的高度正好到桥本胯部。桥本站到阿莎丽
两腿间，轻松地插入了她的身体。几乎不用费什幺力，阿莎丽身体自然地凌空荡
动着，每荡一次，便被桥本狠狠地撞击一次，阿莎丽仍被堵着的嘴发出了感惧和
满足的呜咽。麻木的躯体早已分不清恐惧和快乐的区别了。

被从绳子中解放，阿莎丽躺在地上大口呼吸着，恢复着。尽管享受了一种怪
异的高潮，她仍然觉得，自己是一头刚被从磨盘上卸下的母驴。不过，这种强烈
的屈辱感也是她渴望己久的。

晚上，岩本安排到夜总会看演出。临行，桥本往包里放了几条绳子和一些工
具，这个举动让阿莎丽非常紧张，她不知道又有什幺性虐游戏在等着她。

日本的传统歌舞的确很有民族特色，作为设计师的阿莎丽从中获得了不少创
作灵感。她正兴致勃勃观赏着艺妓们的表演，身边的桥本碰了碰她，示意她跟他
出去。

阿莎丽忐忑不安地随桥本走进一间包房，里面没人。脱先阿莎丽衣服，桥本
从包里拿出麻绳，开始捆绑阿莎丽。这是阿莎丽早已想到的，她顺从着他。

把阿莎丽双臂对折在背后，桥本用传统的二重后手缚把她的双手和上半身捆
在了一起。然后在她脖子上拴了一个连着长链的项圈，又在她口中塞上一个有洞
的马具型口球。

做完这些，桥本让阿莎丽跪在桌子旁的地板上，走出了房间。阿莎丽孤伶伶
地跪在房间里。

桥本不愧为绳师，尽管是很简单的捆绑，但捆得很舒服。阿莎丽感到身子变
得格外敏感，尤其被绳子上下勒紧而高挺的乳房，仿佛正被一双温柔的手爱抚着。

房门打开，岩田、桥本和两男三女走了进来，不大的房间顿时变得很拥挤。
阿莎丽呆住了——她万没想到会这样裸露在这幺多人面前，尤其还有女人！

七个人围坐在桌旁，阿莎丽被醒目地围在了中间。她羞愧地低下了头。

大家并没有因为有阿莎丽这样一个被赤身捆绑着的、戴着口球的女人存在而
表示惊奇，似乎对此己司空见惯。他们开始饮酒、谈笑。

“是桥本先生的新奴隶吧？长得真是漂亮。”一位女子打量着阿莎丽。阿莎
丽认出她们就是刚才表演的艺妓。

“是岩田老师的奴隶，美国人。”桥本回答。

“啊——岩田先生真是老当益壮啊。敬先生一杯。”岩田笑着喝了一杯。

气氛很热闹，几个人又笑又闹。除了身旁的男人趁着酒兴偶尔在阿莎丽胸上
摸几下，并没有人在意她，仿佛她不是一个有血有肉的人，只是一个摆放在那里
的、男人的玩物罢了。

除了强烈的羞耻，阿莎丽什幺也感觉不到了。口中的唾液越来越多，她努力
想把它们咽下去，但硕大的口球令她根本无法做到。终于，唾液从口球的洞中溢
出，向下拉出一条闪亮的丝线。

女人们厌恶地捂住嘴巴，男人则哄堂大笑。羞愧令阿莎丽深深地埋下头——
在杯盏交错中，她流下耻辱的眼泪。

午夜，曲终人散。桥本在阿莎丽身上披一件厚风衣，拉着她项圈上的链子，
就这样牵着她走出了房间。

大厅里的人都看到了被绳子紧缚的、马具型口球盖住面部的阿莎丽。除了多
看她几眼外，并无人表示惊讶。

“这是东京传统的风俗街，户外调教在附近是很常见的。”桥本对阿莎丽说，
“今晚是岩田先生特意为你安排的羞辱调教——你应该好好享受这难得的经历。“

阿莎丽点点头。尽管如此，她还是很难接受这种完全失去人的自尊的性虐方
式。

走到门口，桥本把手中的链子交给门童：“替我看着她，我去取车。”

门童接过拴着阿莎丽的链子，熟练地扣在地上的一个环里。阿莎丽不得不蹲
在地上。明亮的灯光下，阿莎丽的一切被看得清清楚楚。

尤其正源源不断溢出的唾液，在灯光照耀下是那幺闪亮，耀眼。

几个路人围过来，饶有兴致地打量着阿莎丽，用她听不懂的语言肆无忌殚评
论着。毕竟，被公开调教的西方人还是让人感觉新鲜的。

阿莎丽彻底崩溃了。“我根本就是一个婊子！是条地地道道的母狗！我不配
有人的自尊！我就应该这样暴露在光天化日下供人玩弄。“

抛掉最后一丝羞耻，阿莎丽感到全身发热，心脏在剧烈跳动着，一种莫名的
激动令她身子发颤，白色的液体从下体滴滴答答流到地上，汪成一小滩……

坐上车好一阵，平复了狂跳不已的心，阿莎丽才发现自己的全身肌肉在不停
地抽搐，浑身上下全是滑腻的汗水，仿佛刚被从水中捞出来这一刻，她甚至开始
怀念今夜的一切。

“你是很懂得享受ｓｍ的女人。”桥本简短地称赞。

“结束了，一切都结束了。”阿莎丽自己也说不清，她是怀着怎样的心情踏
上归程的。喜悦？留恋？惆怅？遗憾？似乎都不是，又似乎都有。不管怎样，她
的人生因为这次旅行，因为ｓｍ而改变了。

纽约，阿莎丽终于回到了这座有太多故事的城市。迎接她的，是杰夫高大的
身影。

“勇敢的姑娘，欢迎回来——我爱你。”阿莎丽幸福地扑进了杰夫的怀抱。

必须承认，杰夫很想念阿莎丽。尤其想到阿莎丽出于对自己的爱，愿意冒险
尝试前途未卜的性虐旅行，他就感动不己。人生得妻如此，夫复何求。他已决定，
只要她平安归来，就和她共同生活。

此刻，阿莎丽终于回到了他的怀抱。尽管风尘仆仆，她依然光彩照人，令他
心动不已。

接下来的日子是温馨快乐的，阿莎丽一边恢复着长时间被性虐而疲累不已的
身体，一边享受着爱情的快乐。

杰夫的公司已克服“９。１１”的困难，基本走上正轨。每天，当杰夫去公
司时，阿莎丽就收拾收拾屋子，然后在家里帮他做一些设计方面的工作。应该说，
这次旅行极大地开拓了阿莎丽的眼界，她的创作灵感源源不断。

这天，阿莎丽把杰夫的衣服从衣柜取出来，打算帮他整理一下。在熨一件杰
夫很久没穿的西装时，她触到口袋里的一个硬物。

取出一看，阿莎丽呆住了——一把缀着心形水晶饰物的钥匙！她在世贸卫生
间丢失的手铐钥匙！

阿莎丽惊呆了，脑中一片空白。良久，她才回过神来——她是个出色的设计
师，她并不笨。

傍晚，杰夫回家，手里是个信封。“亲爱的，猜猜里面是什幺？”

“你告诉我吧，我猜不着。”阿莎丽强颜欢笑。

“你的奖金——对你旅行中的出色表现的奖励。两百万美元。”

“哦。是这样。”阿莎丽冷漠地说道。她被剌痛了。

“你怎幺了？不开心？”

阿莎丽坐到桌前，把那把钥匙扔到了桌上。杰夫呆住了——他早已忘了它的
存在。阿莎丽直视着他，“你能给我一个合理的解释吗？

“她多希望，他能证明她的判断是错的啊。

“我—我很抱歉！”呆了半晌，杰夫终于下定决心开口了。

“两年前我在纳斯达克透支买入了大量网络股，今年网络泡沫破灭，我损失
惨重，欠了三百多万的债务。我必须想办法尽快偿还，否则我只能宣布破产。

“刚好今年又该我向ｓｍ共济会派送女奴——做不到将被罚款五百万，做好
了我能得到五百万奖金。但我并没有合适的人选。

“我正焦头烂额，你错送来的文件让我意识到你是我唯一的机会。当我发现
你在卫生间里自虐时，我想到了一个让你去旅行的方法-——“

"So, you orchestrated all of this? Including the reporter?" Asari tried her best to remain
calm.

"Yes, but—"

"Enough!!" Asari couldn't hold back any longer. She never imagined that what she had always thought was "
sacrifice " was nothing more than being foolishly manipulated in someone else's trap.

"Do you know how much I loved you! If you had told me everything truthfully, I would have
done the same for you without hesitation." Asari's voice was hoarse, her eyes brimming with tears—

being deceived by the one she loved most was a devastating blow.

"You despicable liar!!" Asari roared.

“What can I do?” Jeff knew he had lost this woman forever. Now that everything was out in the open,
he didn’t care anymore. “Anyway, my problems are solved now.

And you, you’ve enjoyed a wonderful sadomasochistic trip, which is what you’ve always longed for. Isn’t that
a win-win situation ?”

“You know, this is a world of deceit and treachery. Besides, here’s two million dollars—with that,
I think you should feel better.” With that, Jeff handed her the check.

Clutching the check, Asari rushed out of the room.

As the sun set, Asari lingered at the bridgehead, the water shimmering beneath her feet. The world was vast, yet
it seemed there was no place for her.

She wanted to jump in and escape her endless sorrow, but reason told her it wasn’t worth it for this kind of man.
With the check in her hand, she had an urge to tear it to pieces and let it tumble and sink with the current, but the number on it
stopped her.

Silently watching the setting sun, Asari pondered deeply.

After a long while, she took a step forward… Asari's story was finished— a story

of a woman who bravely pursued human freedom and the meaning of life . 　　What happened to Asari afterward? I don't know. It is said that some people have seen a blonde, blue-eyed Western beauty among Prince Faht's many wives and concubines. She always wore a pale green robe at night and wandered laboriously through the empty amusement park in a peculiar posture. 　　Others say that on a spring morning, a woman with a weary and weathered look rang the doorbell of a house in Amsterdam . 　　Still others say that a beautiful Western woman travels year-round in the Middle East and Africa, advocating for the liberation of women deprived of their freedom. Another version says that this 　　woman is accompanied by a handsome man. 　　"Sometimes, the sounds of women's painful yet sweet cries can be heard from their dwellings," the locals say mysteriously.

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