A time-traveling kidnapping erotic story

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A thunderbolt ripped through the sky, auspicious clouds blanketed the universe. On a dark night, with torrential rain and a sharp west wind, our great Pants Master was sold…囧.

In the brightly lit shop lobby, on the ornate glass display cases shimmering with various lights, Pants Master's alluring black lace body constantly gleamed with seductive light. The "Xian Dai Er" sign shone brightly in a holy glow.

"Damn it, how could I be some kind of fucking seductive black thing?! I'll fuck you xxx!" Pants Master raged, slapping the author away with the corner of his pants.

…

When the author slowly regained consciousness, Pants Master was already being held in a woman's hand. A woman…Wow!!!

A super beauty! Her face was flushed with affection, her eyes sparkling with desire, her breasts were shapely and alluring, and her legs were clad in black stockings. The author had never seen such a beautiful woman. The word "perfect" didn't just describe her; she embodied the word "perfect." In that instant, the author's soul seemed to float beneath her skirt.

"Thump!!! Damn it, you bastard! How dare you touch what I want to enjoy?!" And so, the author was once again sent flying by the man in pants. In the pitch-black night, the wind was biting cold, and the author drifted far, far away in the rain... and then,

pitifully, crawled back. The man in pants had already arrived at the woman's house. The woman, her face flushed, was putting the man in pants on her. Her private parts were being kissed thoroughly by that damned man in pants. How envious I was! Aww!

Upon closer inspection, this woman was absolutely perfect. Her skin was smooth and radiant, with a faint fragrance. Her breasts, though large, did not sag, and her erect nipples stood proudly. Even more perfect was her face, which possessed a touch of childlike innocence and a hint of foxy allure, making her endlessly captivating and so exquisitely beautiful that she seemed capable of stealing one's soul. And what pleased him most was that, with his pants pressed against the woman's private parts, he didn't care about anything else, and cried out in pleasure!

This breathtakingly beautiful woman twirled a few times in front of the mirror in the room, wearing only Xian Dai Er's lace panties, the rest of her body completely naked. A spring breeze wafted through the room, la la la…

It's truly incomprehensible how someone wearing such expensive and alluring panties as Xian Dai Er could be a self-righteous, chaste man. Well, whatever, with a beautiful woman around, everything else is insignificant!

The beautiful woman in the room was admiring herself, her firm breasts swaying gently with the rhythm of her body, the waves of her flesh unfolding slightly, captivating the soul. The man in black underwear, his face dark, silently gripped the woman's private parts, his face faintly feeling a warm, moist liquid with a sweet fragrance. Looking closer, he saw the woman was actually playing with her nipples!

He was so surprised, so shocked, how… well, well…

Calming down, the man in black underwear simply shoved his mouth into the woman's vulva, the sticky liquid drenching his head—how blissful! The woman probably noticed her underwear was a little squeezed into her sexy pink vulva; she gently pulled it out, stopping playing with her nipples. The beauty picked up a bathrobe, dried herself, and then put on a few simple nightgowns. Seeing this, I finally realized that the damned man in black underwear had made me miss a fragrant bath feast, that son of a bitch xxx.

Not long after the beautiful woman finished dressing, a series of urgent ringing sounds suddenly rang out outside. A screen popped up from the ceiling, displaying a clear, glasses-free 3D image (definitely better than the 3DS). The image showed an outdoor garden where a gray metal net had three people pinned to the ground like rats. The three were clearly struggling desperately, even trying to cut the net with sharp blades—all in vain. Even someone as intelligent as Ku Ye could see it was futile—the author was blasted into the yard by Ku Ye's death ray.

Ouch! He awoke again, and the woman and Ku Ye were already in the yard—of course, the woman was wearing underwear.

The three rats struggling in the yard froze upon seeing the woman, as if their courage had been shattered. The woman shouted towards the house, "Tie up the intruders and bring them to the living room." The woman's voice was clear and melodious, while the house emitted a strange and terrifying sound—yes, it really was the house's voice. As soon as the woman finished speaking, several mechanical arms emerged from the house. The metal mesh disintegrated into chains, binding the three people tightly before dragging them into the living room.

Such advanced technology! It's beyond our time! I was utterly shocked, only then realizing the woman and Mr. Pants had returned to the living room, and hurriedly followed.

The three captured men were all physically strong; any one of them could easily overpower the beautiful woman. Unfortunately, each was bound by several layers of metal chains, rendering their limbs immobile.

"What a formidable mechanism! I never expected our team to fail here," said the man in the center. Although bound and unable to move, he spoke without fear, his voice still strong, his eyes fixed on the beautiful woman in her pajamas.

The beautiful woman sat on the sofa, one leg crossed, her delicate, white arm supporting her chin. With a slight smile, she said, "So, you've come to visit me so late at night, and with so many weapons, you're not here for tea, are you?"

"Kill me or torture me, it's up to you! The three of us won't hesitate!" the man on the left roared.

"You're just relying on those weird traps, you despicable woman!" the man on the right echoed.

The woman ignored them and continued, "To be able to break into the home of the president of the SIZ High-Tech Group, the people who hired you must be quite influential. By the way, you're here to kidnap me, aren't you?"

Caught off guard, the man on the right's eyes flickered, and he swallowed nervously. The man in the middle was more resolute, though he also seemed a little surprised. "We're just passing by and looking to rob you!" he corrected.

The beautiful woman chuckled, her pretty face radiating confidence: "Stop pretending. You're here to kidnap me. Someone offered you a high reward. How about I give you ten times that? Tell me what you think?"

Money—hearing the word "money," the man in the middle's eyes suddenly lit up, but quickly returned to a wary glint: "Don't guess. We're just here to rob you. We're done for today! Call the police if you want!"

"Oh, don't be angry, take your time." The beautiful woman gracefully stood up, reaching out to remove her nightgown, revealing her perfectly sexy body clad only in a bra and panties to the three men.

"You, what do you want to do?" Seeing the woman's astonishing actions, the man in the middle shouted.

"House, untie their hands and feet, but leave the chains on." The beautiful woman directed the mechanical arms on the living room floor to untie the metal chains on the three men, but their hands and feet remained chained, ready to be pulled away at any time.

The beautiful woman gracefully walked up to the men and knelt down. Her slender, jade-like fingers traced a few lines on the middle man's face. "Don't rush, the night is so beautiful, why don't we relax a bit first?"

Her astonishing actions continued; she removed her bra and panties. One could hear the man cursing, perhaps unable to resist the allure of his lower body. "Pants-wearing man, I despise you! You can't be so selfish, I want to watch the show!!!"

The three men were stunned. A stunningly beautiful woman stood naked before them, her breasts, her pretty face, her shapely legs, her jade-like feet—everything about her was intoxicating. And this beauty was now flirting with her captivating figure before them, her alluring nipples brushing against their cheeks. The middle man couldn't resist biting down, the scent of her breasts filling the air.

"Ah... um... um... so good," the woman moaned, even her cries were so lewd, so intoxicating. She took the man's hand and gently pressed it against her breasts, an electric sensation coursing through their bodies.

The man in the middle panted, pulling down his pants and cursing, "Damn it, whatever! With such a beautiful slut for us to fuck, brothers, let's fuck her first, even if we die, we'll die a romantic death!"

With their leader's support, the other two couldn't hold back any longer. The man on the left tried to knock the beauty unconscious with a punch, but the metal chain in his hand pulled him to the ground in an instant, stretching him into a "big" shape, making him wince in pain. "This is called an automatic protection system, amazing, isn't it? Hehe, don't do anything rash," the beauty said softly to the fallen man.

Ku Ye, watching this sudden erotic scene, was practically drooling. Ou gently nudged him, "Hey, what does that beauty's lower half taste like?"

"Sour," Ku Ye replied without turning his head, his eyes wide, but his words remained as manly as ever.

The beauty stripped the three men of their clothes, spreading her legs and exposing her most private area to their three erect penises.

"Oh, oh, oh." The middle man's hot, thick penis, like a sharp sword, instantly plunged into the soft, smooth female vagina. Without any foreplay, the beauty moaned and leaned back, her mouth now taking the left man's penis into her mouth, while her jade-like feet clamped around the right man's penis. The allure of her beautiful body was unreservedly displayed on all three penises, the graceful movements gently rubbing against them, instantly arousing the lust of all the men.

The beauty's proud breasts continuously wiped the floor, fragrant sweat seeping out, leaving several trails of steaming, obscene liquid on the floor. Pants licked his lips (don't ask me where his mouth is), "Damn, this chick's so hot, big tits and a perky ass, I'm going to suck her dry later!"

"Hey, you guys are really talking without a care in the world, I'm exhausted from carrying these two mounds all day." The one who spoke was the bra-wearing girl who had been left aside. She seemed to have some complaints about the beauty's figure, but looking at the bra-wearing girl's magnificent figure, she was born to do this job... "

You don't know anything, this is called perky, this is called perky breasts, this is what a woman is!" Pants pounced on the bra-wearing girl, and with a double dragon attack, flattened the bra-wearing girl's breasts—actually, Pants was kicked onto the bra by the beauty's delicate feet.

Ignoring Pants' rape of the bra-wearing girl, I continued to focus on this beauty. She was still at ease under the attack of three penises, and while there were water sounds coming from her lower body, she could still play with the glans in her mouth, spitting it out and sucking it back in, her tongue almost sliding into the urethral opening. The most beautiful woman's pair of jade feet, their fleshy shape clamping the penis between them, rhythmically kneading and playing with it, their dexterity no less than that of her hands.

The erotic scene didn't last long. The man on the left, being served by the beauty's small mouth, couldn't hold back any longer, a stream of hot semen acting as a nourishing fluid for the woman. The woman, without hesitation, swallowed it all in front of him, her flushed face radiating temptation.

"You woman, so tight, so good, oh oh!!" The man in the center embraced the woman's slender waist, his fiery penis spraying countless ejaculations against her flower core, instantly covering her entire vaginal opening, as if millions of creatures were simultaneously sucking on the woman's alluring flesh. At the same time as the man in the center erupted, the penis served by the beauty's jade feet also experienced its own volcanic eruption, wave after wave of white lava surging into the sky, then reluctantly falling back down to return to the fragrant surface of her jade feet.

I was completely stunned. Such a beauty, so wanton, so unexpected—what will happen next?

Stay tuned for the next installment…

Next:

The beauty simply wiped the fluid stains off her body with a tissue, elegantly sat on the sofa, her slender legs reclining, her fingers, still wet with her own fluids, lightly touched her lips, and said calmly, “You’ve gotten to know me better now. How about we talk?”

Perhaps sex really does enhance feelings, because the three men’s wariness of the beauty before them lessened considerably. The man in the middle, the leader, replied, “What exactly do you mean?”

“Nothing much. I just want to propose a win-win solution. You can get the money, and the task can be completed. How about it?” The beauty glanced at them with her beautiful eyes, her expression suggesting they were already friends.

Hearing this, the leader wavered a little. “What do you want? Just say it. We’re just doing this for money.”

“I knew you guys were all shrewd, hehe.” The beauty pursed her lips and chuckled, her beauty beyond words.

“I know you guys are just hired by someone else. Reputation and prestige are very important in your line of work, so I don’t want your mission to fail.”

“Oh? How so?” The leader was a little surprised.

“Your mission is to kidnap me, right? Well, I’ll pretend to let you kidnap me. I’ve never tried anything this exciting before.” The beauty spoke clearly, not at all like she was talking nonsense. “But you have to tell me who hired you.”

“How do we know you can trust us?” The leader shook the chains in his hands.

“That’s easy.” The beauty opened a control panel on the floor, entered a series of numbers, and the chains binding the three men immediately broke and retracted. The beauty returned the three men’s weapons to them, and then knelt down in front of them with her back to them. “Tie me up first.”

Although they couldn’t figure out what this woman was up to, tying her up didn’t sound like a bad thing. So the situation immediately became that of a captured beauty and three fully armed men.

“Now you can trust me, right?” The beauty was still so relaxed and not nervous at all.

"Well, telling you won't hurt. A woman named Luvi sent us to kidnap you." The situation was clearly in their favor, and the leader lowered his guard. He was now interested in hearing about the perfect plan.

"Oh, so it's Luvi. Her grudge against me is really complicated. Has she become so rich now?"

"She's now the Queen of the Kingdom of Salfa."

"What? The Queen? What kind of country is that?" The beauty looked surprised.

“Salfa, a very small island nation in the Pacific. It's said that the prince of that country met a woman named Luvi while traveling, and insisted on bringing her back to marry him. This year, the prince became king.”

“Haha, how exciting! She actually became queen! Unbelievable!” Even with her hands bound, the beauty's smile was still captivating. She paused, then continued, “I've got it! You'll still kidnap me as planned, but one of you three must stay behind. I'll give you half the payment now, and the other half after it's done

, how about that?” “Do what?

Kidnap me, and then tell her that someone was captured and left behind evidence that reveals your destination. SIZ High-Tech Group has a private armed force; wiping out a small island is no problem. A woman as shrewd as Luvi certainly won't choose to die with me. Knowing Luvi's personality, she definitely won't just give up and let me go. She'll find a way to humiliate me, even if it's just for a moment of pleasure.”

“Leave one behind? That's an interesting idea. Name your price.”

“I’ll give you ten times what Luvi gave you. Half of the money goes to the person you left behind, and the other half I’ll give you when I get back, okay?”

“You’re quite generous, but what I don’t understand is, why did you deliberately get kidnapped?”

“It’s fun! Just imagine how she’ll torture me, how interesting!” The beauty’s eyes sparkled, as if she were excited to travel the world.

“Ha, you’re indeed a rare slut. Okay, we’ll do it your way! Let’s set off now according to plan!”

“How are you going to transport me?”

“Our car is parked outside, and the ship is already waiting at the dock. Once we reach international waters, there’ll be an amphibious aircraft. We should arrive before tomorrow morning.”

“Hmm, not bad efficiency. Let’s hurry up.” After saying that, the beauty twisted her body, and two mechanical arms emerged from under the floor, instantly cutting the ropes binding her.

"What are you doing?!" The three men tensed up at the sight of the robotic arm.

"Saving you the trouble of untying me? Did you really think you'd caught me? Alright, decide who stays. Give me your bank account number, and I'll pay half now." The beauty ignored them, picking up her underwear and bra as she spoke, and putting her clothes back on.

"We've lost, we've lost. We brothers admit defeat tonight. Amazing technology." The leader sighed, waving his hand to signal the other two to put down their weapons. He then said to the man to his right, "Ah Han, you stay. We'll wait for you at the usual spot."

Ah Han agreed. The men had a tacit understanding and didn't need to discuss it further.

"We were originally planning to put you in the trunk, but it seems we won't need to now. Let's go." The leader shrugged, making a helpless gesture.

The beauty, her breasts half-exposed, said in a slightly hungry voice, "There's still plenty of time. You can enjoy my body as you please tonight."

"Hmph, no need to say anything, we'll put you in the car and fuck you while we drive, you big slut."

"Hehe, let this handsome guy who stayed behind fuck my pussy first. He hasn't seen me for several days."

"You slut, get in the car! We'll fuck you to death!"

"Hmm, don't hold back, I can take it."

...

And so, Pants Master was inexplicably kidnapped to the island along with the beauty. I, captivated by the sight, naturally followed . I really envied Pants Master; the beauty in heat was still wearing her underwear, how wonderful! Damn!

A lewd journey ensued...

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A little girl, not yet ten years old, squatted beside the naked Fufu. This little girl was none other than the Queen's own daughter, the princess. They had been careful not to let her see Fufu these past few days, but unexpectedly, the chaos last night had allowed her to run over.

The little princess had slightly dark skin, revealing a mixed heritage from the Queen and the King. She wore two small braids and was shorter than Fufu's legs, but was incredibly cute. I was curious about what the little princess was doing there. I saw the Queen about to go in and take her away, but then I stopped outside the door after hearing Fufu and the little princess's conversation:

Fufu held the little princess's hand and placed it outside her vulva: "Little sister, do you know what's inside Auntie's vulva?"

The little princess shook her head, her innocent face showing a charming look of confusion, her little fingers unconsciously pressing against her cheek.

Fufu smiled and pulled her along, saying, "Here, is something to cure your mother's illness. Your mother has a disease, and only by eating what Auntie hid here can she get better. But Auntie and your mother's hands are too rough, and we've been trying for a long time but haven't been able to get it out. You're a good girl, can you help your mother?"

The little princess seemed quite sensible; hearing that it was to help her mother, she immediately nodded vigorously, "Okay."

"Come on, put your hand in here." Fufu pulled the little princess's hand and slowly inserted it into her vagina.

Perhaps the warm, slippery vagina made the little princess a little hesitant, but under Fufu's guidance, she gradually put it in, and her little hand disappeared completely into Fufu's vagina in no time. But this stimulation was far from enough. Fufu pulled the little princess's hand and slowly probed in, making her put her forearm in as well, pushing it further in until the little princess's hand had to stop—it touched the cervix.

“Little girl, you seem to have found your mother’s medicine! That’s amazing!” Fufu, suppressing her intense pleasure and blushing, continued to guide the little princess. “Now, try to pull it out, okay?”

The little princess nodded vigorously, her expression serious. Her chubby face puffed up, and her forearm, inserted into her vagina, kept rotating, her fingers seemingly searching for the right spot to apply pressure. Fufu’s expression gradually became more pleasurable. The little girl’s hand provided more stimulation than a penis, and this humiliating act made her extremely excited, her love juices flowing uncontrollably, soaking the little girl’s hand.

“Auntie, it’s so slippery, I can’t hold on!” The little girl panicked; she fumbled around but still couldn’t grasp the cervix, and her arm movements became even more vigorous.

Fufu snapped out of her groans, leaned slightly forward to look at the little princess, and smiled. She held the little princess's hand, pulling her wet arm out and licking away the sticky liquid with her tongue. With a seductive smile, she said, "Little sister, it's not surprising you can't get it out because you're not strong enough. Here, use your foot to press it down; once it's soft, you can take it out."

The little princess nodded obediently, taking off her shoes and socks, and tentatively inserting her bare little foot into Fufu's soft, slippery vagina. Fufu held her hand, helping her maintain her balance to insert the leg. Although the little princess was still small, her chubby foot was already much larger than a typical penis. Fufu's red, fleshy vulva tightly enveloped the princess's foot, constantly being pulled down by the immense pressure, as if the entire vulva was about to collapse.

Fufu hummed happily, one hand unconsciously playing with her nipple, her legs wide open, allowing half of the little princess's calves to sink in. The little princess quickly stepped onto the cervix, her foot feeling as if it were stepping on soft, yielding ground. Curious, she asked, "Auntie, is it here?"

Fufu tapped the little princess's forehead, a hint of shyness in her voice, "Yes, this is something neither your mother nor I can provide. You're a good girl, can you help me step on it?"

"Okay!" The little princess nodded, then pursed her lips, lifted her foot slightly, and stomped down with all her might. It felt like stepping on a soft, yielding rubber mat, leaving her with nowhere to brace herself, causing her body to tilt. Fufu steadied the little princess; her expression showed that the step had still hurt quite a bit. The sensation of the firm uterus being compressed several inches and then rebounding was unimaginable.

After the little princess steadied herself, she began to stomp her foot a second time. This time, Fufu arched her lower abdomen so the little princess could firmly press down on her uterus, causing a small bulge on her abdomen. The compression of the uterus caused a large amount of vaginal fluid to gush out, flowing everywhere, like an exploration team accidentally drilling into an oil well.

The little princess continued to stomp, and with each stomp, Fufu's body would tremble. Her face was filled with a mixture of pleasure and pain, with pleasure clearly outweighing the pain. "Oh, umm, very good, harder, yes, stomp harder!"

After stomping a dozen times, the little princess began to pant heavily, and her foot was also surrounded by vaginal fluid. Each time she withdrew, a stream of clear liquid would come out, as if her little foot had been lifted out of soapy water. Perhaps a few childish footprints were left under Fufu's cervix.

"What are you doing?" At this moment, the queen, who had been observing from the side, suddenly stepped forward. Her pretty face was slightly flushed, clearly also stimulated by this lewd scene. The Queen stroked the little princess's head and asked softly, "Little darling, what are you doing?"

"Mommy, Mommy, I'm getting your medicine. This auntie said she has the medicine you need," the little princess said cheerfully in her innocent voice. Combined with the lubrication on her feet, it was quite a strange sight.

"Good girl, you did a good job. Now Mommy can get the auntie's medicine. Thank you." The Queen picked up the little princess and kissed her, then pushed her to a nearby maid. The little princess, praised, happily followed the maid.

The Queen turned to Fufu, who was still collapsed on the ground in the throes of orgasm, and said, "You slut, you'd willingly do such a lewd thing. Don't you think you're inherently slutty?"

Fufu licked her lips, no longer bothering to hide it; she exuded an aura of lewdness. Pointing to her breasts, Fufu said, "These tits just love being rubbed, and this little hole just loves being penetrated. Anyway, playing around now won't leave any lasting consequences, so I might as well enjoy myself, hmph."

The Queen squatted down, grabbing Fufu's breasts like a butcher's meat. "You think your body is indestructible? Today I'm going to turn you into a useless, stinking whore!"

Fufu brazenly kicked the Queen's face, contemptuously saying, "My body is prettier than yours no matter how I play with it."

This action first enraged the guards nearby, and several burly men immediately dragged Fufu away and pinned her to the ground. The Queen touched her face; she wasn't injured. Then, coldly, she said, "Drag this slut to Old Monkey's place first, and be quick."

Several guards obeyed, and three of them carried her out of the palace and into a carriage. They quickly arrived at a farm-like place. A lean old man led the soldiers inside, and soon they reached a pig farm.

And you and Kuye, you haven't forgotten about me, have you?! Good heavens, Kuye and I came with one of the guards. The Queen, on the other hand, was in no hurry, saying she'd arrive later. This pig farm wasn't very big, but it reeked of the typical pig farm smell—it was awful!

After Fufu was carried in by the guards, the lean old man brought out a medium-sized syringe filled with a clear liquid. The old man asked with slight doubt, "Are you really going to inject her all of it? That's a dose that ten pigs couldn't handle."

"This is the King's order, hurry up!" the guard said impatiently.

The old man shook his head, injecting the needle into Fufu's arm as he said, "What a pity for such a beautiful girl. I wonder what will become of her later."

Fufu watched the old man inject and suddenly said, "Grandpa, this is for aphrodisiacs, right? Could you give me a couple more injections?"

"What do you know, little girl? This is already ten times the usual dose!" the old man scolded.

"But the Queen especially hates my breasts. Could you give me some too?" Fufu insisted, and the guard chimed in, "Yes, yes, you need to get it there too."

The old man sighed, turned around and picked up a packet of ointment, pointing and saying, "This is for external use, usually used on the genitals. It should be somewhat effective on your breasts too." The old man scooped out a clump from a wooden piece and evenly applied it to Fufu's breasts.

After Fufu had made these preparations, the guards immediately dragged her to the pigpen. The old man had already tied the forelegs of twelve boars to a wooden frame. These boars were huge, with terrifyingly large penises, and were clearly all in heat.

The old man patted Fufu's buttocks, saying with a smug look, "These boars are all breeding boars here. They're in heat right now, and they're worried about not having any sows to mate with. Why don't you help them out?"

Fufu took a breath, a blush immediately spreading across her face; she was filled with anticipation! Three guards lifted her up, spread her legs, and tried to put her under the boar's body, attempting to insert its penis into her vagina. The old man guided her from below, ensuring Fufu's vagina was perfectly aligned with the boar's penis.

Fufu exhaled; the enormous penis felt like it was about to burst. The aphrodisiac in her body immediately took effect, sending waves of intense orgasm through her lower body. Her vaginal fluids gushed out, smearing the boar's penis.

With the combined help of the three guards, Fufu's body continuously manipulated the boar's penis. The boar, enjoying the sensation, kept squealing and even began to thrust in rhythm, using its immense "pig strength" to pound Fufu's vagina. Each thrust brought Fufu to near orgasm, her juices splattering, her large breasts flying—a truly lewd sight.

Seeing Fufu being relentlessly penetrated by the sow, I started to worry that she wouldn't be able to fit into my pants once she was stretched. However, my pants seemed unfazed, saying, "I can shrink and stretch."

In the pig farm, the boars took turns squealing, and Fufu was almost delirious. The overwhelming pleasure pushed her body to its limits. Her vagina tightly enveloped the boar's penis, scraping back the boar's bodily fluids and semen, mixing them together, and pouring them into her uterus.

The old man's aphrodisiac was indeed potent. Most women would be lucky to have three or four orgasms in a row, but Fufu was experiencing one or two orgasms every minute. Even when the boar's penis nearly tore her genitals apart, she felt no pain. Thick boar semen flowed continuously from her vagina, which the old man collected in a small iron bucket—supposedly for impregnating sows.

After a while, Fufu finally made all twelve boars ejaculate. The three guards collapsed from exhaustion, throwing Fufu to the ground and panting heavily. Fufu, however, remained immersed in the afterglow of her orgasms. Her lower body was stretched into a small hole by the boar's penis, constantly leaking a mixture of semen and vaginal fluid, revealing her pink vaginal walls.

At this moment, three policemen arrived at the pig farm. They walked straight in, saw Fufu lying on the ground, pulled her up, and handcuffed her. One of the policemen sternly said, "Do you know that having sex with animals is illegal!"

Fufu retorted irritably, "So what? I want to have sex."

These policemen were clearly summoned by the Queen. They spoke briefly with the guards, then, without further ado, took Fufu out and put her in a police car. The guards followed them all the way to the prison. That's right, they didn't go to the police station; they went straight to the prison.

The police and guards carried Fufu into a cell and threw her inside. A female nurse immediately followed. Before Fufu could react, the nurse took out a syringe and injected Fufu into each breast. Fufu recognized the familiar sensation; she had almost become dehydrated from this drug just yesterday.

After the nurse finished the injections, she left. The policemen brought in two women dressed in prison uniforms, then closed the door, leaving only the three of them inside.

Fufu groped her way to the edge of the bed in her cell to rest. Two women in prison clothes approached and looked at her, saying, "The Queen told us that if you can't produce any milk in your breasts after an hour, we'll get a 15-year reduction in our sentences. We were originally sentenced to 20 years."

"Well, do you have any milk in your breasts?" The two women, who looked quite rough, were already preparing to attack.

Fufu's face was flushed, her eyes sparkling. She deliberately frowned and said, "That's not good. I was just injected with a lactation-inducing drug. The effects last for several hours, so I'll have milk for the rest of the time."

The two women in prison clothes exchanged a glance, nodded, and together they pinned Fufu to the ground, squeezing her breasts and gesturing from side to side. Fufu was a little scared. "What do you want to do?"

"We were thinking, to complete this task, we can't cut off your breasts, so we'll just have to beat them until they're bruised." The two women in prison clothes replied coldly.

"The Queen is planning to play with my breasts too. If you beat them bruised, you'll offend her. Think it over," Fufu threatened.

"Then what do you suggest?"

"Calm down, you're all strong, right? Squeeze out some of my milk first, then try to swell up my areolas. That way, the milk shouldn't come out." Fufu's suggestion was practically an invitation to destroy her breasts, but she said it with obvious excitement.

Hearing this, the two women in prison uniforms felt they had no other choice. They rolled up their sleeves, lifted Fufu onto the bed, and laid her face down, her breasts dangling in the air. Seeing their practiced movements, Fufu couldn't help but ask curiously, "What crime did you commit to get locked up here?"

"Murder." Their tone remained cold.

"We tear a woman apart and throw her to the sharks." They added.

"Oh, then you must really want to tear my breasts apart, hehe." Fufu became even more excited upon hearing this.

"You hopeless slut, disgusting!" The two women in prison garb didn't answer. They began squeezing one of her breasts, their movements extremely rough. Fufu felt an astonishing force on her breasts. Her soft, large breasts were deformed in their hands, her areolas protruding, and white milk spurted out like a machine gun. Fufu groaned, a mixture of pain and pleasure.

Although the women's breasts were very soft, being squeezed with such force was still very painful. The two women in prison garb completely disregarded Fufu's feelings, squeezing her until she was writhing in agony. Luckily, her fingers were tightly gripping the edge of the bed, preventing her from jumping up. Fufu had just been injected with the drug, and although her body was already very sensitive, the amount of milk she could produce in a short time was limited. Under the two women's brutal squeezing, the rich scent of milk filled the entire cell, the floor was wet, and all three women were covered in splattered milk. Fufu's proud breasts were quickly emptied, but only temporarily.

The women in prison clothes shook off the few drops of milk still clinging to Fufu's nipples, finally releasing their grip. Their muscles, no less impressive than men's, twitched, as if they had just finished a workout. Fufu's fair breasts were marked with many red marks, and her full mounds looked tired, as if she hadn't woken up yet.

One of the women rubbed her arms, loosening her muscles. She disdainfully touched Fufu's tired and bruised breasts with her toe, scolding, "You slut, can't you still produce milk?"

Fufu rubbed her breasts, then touched her soaking wet lower body, leering, "Yes, I can. It's just temporarily empty. There's still plenty inside. You need to find a way to stimulate me, to make me produce more milk, like hitting me here." Fufu pointed to her breasts, "The flesh here is too firm, trapping some milk. Hit it to soften it up."

The two women exchanged a glance, then angrily said, "You shameless slut!" They pressed Fufu face down on the bed, her large breasts dangling in mid-air, then made her buttocks stick up. "You're not afraid of being hit with your hands? Why not smash them with your shoes!"

One of the female prisoners picked up her rubber-soled shoe and slapped Fufu's breast hard. The sound of the shoe hitting her breast echoed against the wall, clearly indicating a great force. Just as Fufu was about to cry out, another shoe slapped her vulva, turning her low moan into an uncontrollable scream. Clearly, another female prisoner was torturing her vulva, her juices splattering everywhere.

In the dark, damp cell, Fufu was beaten by the two prisoners for over ten minutes. Her breasts were swollen and red from the slapping, and her vulva was also a red patch. The two female prisoners treated her breasts like pork, slapping them to loosen the flesh, trying to make a dish of minced meat, of course, mixed with her milk and stewed.

I and Kuye watched from outside, mesmerized. Kuye, without even blinking, asked, "Her lower body is so swollen, if she could wear it now, it would be as pleasurable as a kiss."

I didn't want to lower my standards for appreciation to Kuye's lowbrow taste; I just imagined whether Fufu's breasts were now a pool of yellowish paste from being slapped by the shoes, hehe.

The two female prisoners finally grew tired of beating her. They turned Fufu over, wiped their sweat, and spat directly onto Fufu's face, clearly showing their disdain for the job. The prisoner who had been slapping her breasts pulled Fufu up again, squeezed her breasts, and a stream of milk shot out—milk had returned!

"Pah, she really does produce milk, like a dairy cow," said the other prisoner.

"This isn't working. Every time we empty her breasts, milk comes out again after a while. How about this?" This prisoner whispered to the other, who nodded in agreement.

"What is this method?" Just as I was wondering, the prisoner who had been slapping Fufu's breasts pulled her up again, made her lie face down on the bed, and then they squeezed her breasts vigorously, emptying them completely once more, leaving only a mass of ravaged breast tissue.

Although there was no milk left in her breasts, the prisoners didn't stop. Together, they put Fufu down on the floor, her breasts resting against the bed. Fufu wondered what they were going to do. One of the women said maliciously, "You produce milk, and ultimately it all depends on this mouth, right?"

Fufu nodded when the woman pointed to her areola, her face flushing even more, as if she had experienced multiple orgasms.

Seeing that she was already in position, the two women didn't hesitate any longer. They pressed their heels directly onto Fufu's areola, kneading and pressing the entire areola and nipple against the bed with tremendous force, turning the nipple into a small, fleshy pancake. Fufu screamed, but the female prisoner took the opportunity to stuff a shoe into her mouth, so she could only whimper.

Oh, what a cruel punishment! The woman's most sensitive areola was being completely crushed under her heels, stomped on relentlessly. The smell and grime of the heels seemed to permeate her poor, wanton breasts like seasoning. Fufu's breasts were stretched long by herself, the areola seemingly pressed down, unable to move, and the nipples looked like they were about to split open.

The two female prisoners seemed determined to destroy Fufu's breasts. They pressed down hard with their feet, using the most primitive method to destroy Fufu's milk-producing "mouths." This continued until Fufu had no strength left to scream. When they released their grip, Fufu slid off the bed. Her areolas were dark and swollen, as if they had suddenly become the size of a pregnant woman's breasts, except that the swelling seemed to have blocked the milk ducts.

"You slut, come here for a checkup." The two female prisoners dragged Fufu up and squeezed her breasts forcefully, but this time no milk came out; the swollen nipples were indeed "blocked." The two female prisoners, having accomplished their mission, carried Fufu out of the cell. Several policemen were already waiting outside. After confirming that Fufu's breasts were indeed blocked, they handed her over to the Queen's guards and transported her back to the palace as quickly as possible. I don't know why they were in such a hurry.

Back at the palace, the King and Queen were having lunch. They seemed to be almost finished when they saw Fufu, her nipples swollen, being carried in. They were overjoyed, as if they had seen something extraordinary. Fufu was listlessly thrown to the ground; after a morning of commotion, she was exhausted.

The Queen had a strange wooden frame brought in—a peculiar tool with several horizontal bars. Its purpose was difficult to discern from its appearance, but it was clearly related to Fufu. The King and Queen quickly finished their meal and ordered Fufu to be moved to the frame and kneel before it. The Queen sat before Fufu and said in a nonchalant tone, "You whore, are you now willing to be my slave?"

Fufu nodded: "This whore is willing to be a speck of dust beneath Your Majesty's feet, forever trampled beneath you, the most lewd and lowly slave."

"Good, hahahaha," the Queen laughed triumphantly. The King sat lazily to the side, watching without interfering.

Under the Queen's orders, several guards lifted Fufu and placed her into the wooden frame. The installation was simple, and the resulting shape was clear. The frame was a staircase, and Fufu was bound upside down inside. Her face was the first step, her breasts lying on the wooden planks formed the second step, and her vulva, with the rubber rods inserted to form a rubber floor, was the third step. Her bent legs served as armrests, and her entire body leaned against the chair, becoming the steps to climb onto it.

The Queen said excitedly, "Fu, I've wanted to step on you like this to get on stage for a long time. Today, let's use this as your slave ceremony. Everyone who steps on you will be your master, understand, you lowly slave?"

Fu Fu responded with lewd words, "I am the Queen's lowly servant. My breasts are only fit to be used as the Queen's foot towels forever, and my stinking hole will be forever ravaged by the Queen. Come on, Luvie, I also want to be your slave. You'd better be rough with me."

"Hmph, do you need to tell me that?" The Queen took off her shoes and stepped barefoot on Fu Fu's face. This was the first step, and the photographer next to her took the opportunity to take a close-up shot.

Perhaps because Fufu's pretty face didn't fit the shape of the Queen's feet, the Queen quickly stepped onto the second step, which led to Fufu's soft breasts, still brimming with unreleased milk. The Queen seemed to find it comfortable stepping on Fufu's breasts, even turning around to take photos and rubbing them a few more times with her toes.

The third step was actually a small rubber board with a rubber rod attached, inserted directly into Fufu's vagina, pressing against her uterus. The Queen, using Fufu's feet as leverage, stepped onto the board. Her weight supported the board, at least half-flattening Fufu's uterus. A wave of overwhelming pleasure washed over her, and Fufu immediately orgasmed.

The Queen sat on a chair on the third step, one foot still on Fufu's breast, the other playfully resting on the board, posing in this humiliating position for many photos.

"Such a good slave should be made the master of everyone in the palace. Come, take her out for a ceremony, hahaha.

" The queen, having had her fill, laughed wildly. "If anyone wants to taste this slave, her buttocks are perfectly positioned!"

It's over. Now Fufu is going to be trampled on by everyone in the palace, and countless men will have their anus penetrated. Who knows what a miserable state she'll be in. Of course, I and Kuye were fortunate enough to accompany the guards and witness firsthand how Fufu was tortured into a lump of rotten flesh covered in semen over the next half day.

Fufu, unable to move, allowed countless guards and maids to trample on her body at will, venting all the contempt they had shown her over the past three days. They even ravaged her still-intact anus, and her swollen breasts became the targets of further crushing. What I found unbelievable was that Fufu remained cooperative throughout this process. Her weak, lewd moans were intoxicating, which only made the abuse more severe.

I watched from the sidelines as Fufu's proud breasts lay sprawled on the wooden plank, like rotten tofu, residual milk occasionally spilling out as if they were decayed. Her cunt was practically a small bucket from being pounded with a rubber rod, her uterus also ravaged, a mixture of vaginal fluid and other liquids. Kuye was furious, cursing the Queen for ruining Fufu's lower body. Speaking of

the Queen, she had come to see him at least ten times that night, each time returning to sleep with an extremely ecstatic expression, as if her decades-long wish had been fulfilled. A night of lewd ramblings… ********** ... Three days of madness passed just like that, and as a result, I got a real feast for the eyes, while Pants Master's eyes went black—because his beloved vulva had been touched by someone else for three days, and he wasn't even allowed to kiss it, hahaha. On the morning of the fourth day, Fufu finally got her long-lost clothes back, but she only put on her coat and didn't wear any underwear. This was a rule for slaves; they couldn't wear underwear in front of their masters. Therefore, Pants Master was just hastily stuffed into her coat pocket, and he was incredibly depressed. "Fufu, don't forget, you are my slave." These words came from the smug Queen. Fufu made a foot-licking motion: "Your Majesty, Fufu will always be your slave. Whenever you want my body, you can call me over." After several days of debauchery, she had become unrestrained in her speech. "Haha, seeing how obedient you are, I'll let you go back this time, but don't forget that you have a whole bunch of photos and videos here with me." The Queen was extremely pleased. "Of course, Fu will come often to lick the Queen's toes, hee hee." As Fu spoke, a vertical takeoff and landing fighter jet slowly descended from the sky. Fu waved to the Queen, then boarded the jet. Her pretty face still seemed to have the blush of last night, and her breasts, which had been stepped on and touched by countless people, were still so firm and proud. Everything about her was still so alluring and beautiful. Everyone watched Fu's fighter jet slowly take off. As for me, of course, I followed Fu. High in the sky, the fighter jet, having climbed to the designated altitude, prepared to return. The pilot turned around and asked, "My beauty, why are you playing so wildly? Now you'll have to go see a doctor again." "Tch, you lecherous butler, you just want to take this opportunity to play some perverted doctor game, don't you? You want to cut open my breasts like last time?" Fu retorted. "Anyway, your husband hasn't come back yet. How about cutting off the whole breast this time? It'll be a lot of fun." The pilot chuckled. “Alright, alright, but you have to cut off my labia too. I want to see if it looks fun.” Fufu happily leaned over and rubbed her breasts against the pilot’s clothes, like a wanton lover. “My dear, you want me to bite off your genitals again? Oh, oh.” The pilot responded teasingly. “Tch, you’re not satisfied with just having your genitals bitten off?!” Fufu kicked the pilot. “Stop fooling around. We haven’t gotten down to business yet. How’s the medicine I brought?” “ Of course I brought something this important. This is a rapidly spreading infectious disease that can wipe out the entire island’s inhabitants. Aren’t you afraid of being caught?” Hearing this, the pilot’s tone darkened. “What’s there to be afraid of? This weapon doesn’t even have a casing. Nothing will be found. And after a day and a half of infiltration, it can kill everyone in half a day. Even if we call for help, it will be too late. In the end, we can only assume it’s an unknown infectious disease. Launch it quickly, and remember to send unmanned walking mechs to retrieve those photos and videos.” Fufu said coldly. "Oh, women are terrifying." "What did you say?" "Sigh, whatever you say, my master!" The pilot reluctantly pressed a button. A warning sounded in the cockpit, followed by ten consecutive beeps. A missile, trailing a cloud of smoke, was launched from below the plane, flying directly overhead near the island. It instantly turned into dust, slowly dissipating towards the island without making a sound. After witnessing all this, Fufu turned her head and smiled eerily. She couldn't help but pull out her lace panties from her pocket. These panties were still covered in her bodily fluids from three days ago, yet the scent remained fresh. Looking at these panties, she felt as if she had returned to that hell of lust. She toyed with it for a moment, then tossed "Pants Master" into the aircraft's unloading bay, pressed the eject button, and muttered happily to herself, "Here's a pair of underwear for you, Vivi, go smell it down there!" Poor Pants Master was thus abandoned. He stared in astonishment at his heartless owner, his cries futile. His light, black body thrashed about in the fighter jet's unloading bay, quickly ejected from the fuselage, and blown far away by the wind. But Pants Master's life was destined to be anything but ordinary. To prevent contamination from the special biological weapons it carried, many parts of the fighter jet had been pre-treated with a special disinfectant, including the unloading bay. So, Pants Master, covered in disinfectant, was ejected from the fighter jet and drifted straight towards the island, while the fighter jet was already far away. Fate loves to play tricks; the lewd goddess sowed death upon the island before leaving, but an unintentional action also brought hope. Two days later, on the deserted island, the queen slowly awoke. The body of the Great Pants God lay on her face. She vaguely remembered how, in her dying moments, she had resentfully bitten the drifting underwear, inadvertently curing her infectious disease. The queen was pale, her eyes vacant. Facing her people, who had perished in just half a day, she let out a hoarse, empty wail, as if trying to vomit her very soul… The story has ended, but who knows if this wasn't the birth of a vengeful goddess (the Vengeful Pants God)? [The End]

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