Gang rape travel

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Night had fallen. Jeff lay in the bathtub, Asari on top of him, quietly letting the warm water soak their bodies. One hand gently caressed her breasts, 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. She could allow her beloved 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 one of the company’s models who likes SM to go on this trip. After all, it’s a two million dollar reward.” “Originally? Two million dollars?” Asari asked, puzzled. “The requirements of the SM Freemasons are: the female slave must have an outstanding figure and beauty, be well-educated, and complete at least three stops on the trip before she can choose to withdraw. If she completes all three stops, she can receive a two million dollar bonus. If she breaks the promise or withdraws before the third stop, the member who sent her will be fined five million dollars and permanently disqualified from membership—unfortunately, this model perished in this disaster. I can’t find a suitable candidate right now.” “This kind of trip is dangerous? Otherwise, why would there be such a high reward and such harsh conditions?” “The fact is. Female slaves have indeed disappeared completely during their trips. Although few in number, it has happened—that’s why I’m prepared to pay the fine and not consider letting you go on the trip. 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 a decision. "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 the day after tomorrow." In the morning, Jeff took the handcuff key out of his pocket and freed Asari's stiff hands. "How could you 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 absolutely. 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 Columbia, 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 take a car to...""Come find me?" Asari decided to go by herself; she didn't want to wait foolishly for two hours in the scorching afternoon sun. A bus pulled up, and after confirming the driver could take her to her destination, Asari boarded. There were only six or seven passengers on the bus, all seemingly tourists from abroad. Asari casually found a seat and sat down. "An arrogant man." "That's how Asda came to be," Asari thought. From his tone and the use of phrases like "holding a meeting" and "personally welcoming me," she was certain he was a government official or a company head. "Anyway, he's either rich or powerful..." The comfortable air conditioning in the car 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, stood in the car. Around the car were dozens of similarly dressed people, 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 anti-government forces. You are now our hostages. You must obey our orders unconditionally, or we will not guarantee your safety." "Under the gun, Asari and the others lowered their heads, put their hands behind their backs, were handcuffed, blindfolded, and then removed from 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. Meanwhile, the soldiers behind her occasionally struck her back, buttocks, and thighs with wooden sticks, urging her to hurry." Asali deeply regretted her earlier decision. Had she 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 a hostage before the sexual torture journey had even truly begun, and she didn't even know if she could survive. Asda was probably anxiously waiting for her right now. Asali sighed helplessly. After walking for several hours, they finally arrived at a camp in a mountain hollow and were locked in a wooden shed. Asali saw three people lying on the ground with their limbs tied 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 other's broken answer, Asali's heart sank—she, a dual citizen, was using her American passport this time. At dusk, after a barely edible meal, Asari and her group were herded to an open area and made to sit down. Their passports and all their belongings were confiscated. 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 remain here until the government agrees to our demands. Any attempt to escape or resist will endanger your lives.” He flipped through their passports. “Uh—American!” He glanced at the group. “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 let out a painful cry. “There’s nothing we can do; he’s an American,” the leader said apologetically, shrugging at the terrified group. “Oh, another one—Azalie 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 under her 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. The chief leisurely lit a marijuana stick and sat in his chair, watching with keen interest as Asari wailed in agony on the ground. Asari's pitiful screams echoed through the valley. A profound silence fell over the surroundings as everyone listened intently, their emotions a mixture of pity, fear, and excitement. Even David, who was tied to a tree and groaning in pain, fell silent, focusing intently on everything happening inside the tent. Asari was struggling in agony, as if a fire was burning inside her, starting from her lower body and spreading to her abdomen, chest, and head, engulfing her entire body. She could only alleviate the excruciating pain from the chili powder with her frantic screams. In just over ten minutes, the ground around her was soaked with her sweat. The muscles in her abdomen and groin were convulsing violently. The leader seemed to think this wasn't enough; he stood up and tied a wooden stick, over a meter long, around her lower back. This way, when Asali couldn't bear the pain and tried to fall to her sides, the stick would restrain her, 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 bondage; Asari's weight was entirely on her bent back, and with the wooden stick eliminating any possibility of her falling to either side, any external force acting on her body only allowed her to sway back and forth like this. More than fifty centimeters of the wooden 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 swing 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 an even more horrifying scream. After several such attempts, the chief seemed to tire of Asari's screams. He laboriously stuffed a large wad of cloth into her mouth and tightly bound it with rope several times, thus robbing her of the ability to even cry out. The continuous, excruciating pain had already clouded Asari's mind; apart 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 in the morning, only to endure 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, and 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 out 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. Still gagged, Asari felt another wave of burning pain wash over her, and she writhed in terror. The chief tied a rope around her waist, immobilizing her on the table, then lifted a bucket of water and poured it into Asari's vagina through a funnel-shaped gourd. Asari's abdomen swelled rapidly, swelling into a small mound. The chief squeezed her lower abdomen forcefully, and a mixture of chili powder and blood gushed from her vagina. This was repeated several times, and when no more obvious traces of chili powder remained in the gushing water, the chief stopped, satisfied. Although the water felt heavy and cold inside her, causing Asari great discomfort, she clearly felt that with the continuous infusion and expulsion of water, the damage from the chili powder was gradually lessening. So she cooperated by squeezing her vagina, hoping to clean herself quickly. After finishing cleaning Asari's vagina, the chief unzipped his pants and inserted his penis into her vagina. Her vagina was unusually hot; the lingering chili residue made his glans burn, further arousing him. He began to thrust roughly. The penetration was like torture for Asari again; the pain, which had just subsided, surged through her body once more, especially her anus. Because there was still a large amount of chili powder in her rectum, each thrust caused her rectal walls to spasm with pain. Overwhelmed by the unbearable agony, Asari lost consciousness. [The End]The leader tied a wooden stick, over a meter long, around her lower back. This way, when Asali couldn't bear the pain and tried to lean to the left or right, the stick would restrain her, forcing her to remain on her back. The leader stomped on Asali's foot, causing her to sway back and forth like a roly-poly toy—this was the fun of this method of binding. Asali's weight was entirely on her bent back; the stick eliminated any possibility of her leaning 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 protruded from her anus. When her body leaned forward to a certain extent, the stick would hit the ground, forcing her body to swing backward. Each time the stick touched the ground, it pushed one or two centimeters deeper into Asali's anus; she suspected her rectum had been ruptured. The pain forced her to let out an even more horrifying scream. After several such attempts, the chief seemed to tire of Asari's screams. He laboriously stuffed a large wad of cloth into her mouth and tightly bound it with rope several times, thus robbing her of the ability to even cry out. The continuous, excruciating pain had already clouded Asari's mind; apart 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 in the morning, only to endure 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, and 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 out 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. Still gagged, Asari felt another wave of burning pain wash over her, and she writhed in terror. The chief tied a rope around her waist, immobilizing her on the table, then lifted a bucket of water and poured it into Asari's vagina through a funnel-shaped gourd. Asari's abdomen swelled rapidly, swelling into a small mound. The chief squeezed her lower abdomen forcefully, and a mixture of chili powder and blood gushed from her vagina. This was repeated several times, and when no more obvious traces of chili powder remained in the gushing water, the chief stopped, satisfied. Although the water felt heavy and cold inside her, causing Asari great discomfort, she clearly felt that with the continuous infusion and expulsion of water, the damage from the chili powder was gradually lessening. So she cooperated by squeezing her vagina, hoping to clean herself quickly. After finishing cleaning Asari's vagina, the chief unzipped his pants and inserted his penis into her vagina. Her vagina was unusually hot; the lingering chili residue made his glans burn, further arousing him. He began to thrust roughly. The penetration was like torture for Asari again; the pain, which had just subsided, surged through her body once more, especially her anus. Because there was still a large amount of chili powder in her rectum, each thrust caused her rectal walls to spasm with pain. Overwhelmed by the unbearable agony, Asari lost consciousness. [The End]The leader tied a wooden stick, over a meter long, around her lower back. This way, when Asali couldn't bear the pain and tried to lean to the left or right, the stick would restrain her, forcing her to remain on her back. The leader stomped on Asali's foot, causing her to sway back and forth like a roly-poly toy—this was the fun of this method of binding. Asali's weight was entirely on her bent back; the stick eliminated any possibility of her leaning 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 protruded from her anus. When her body leaned forward to a certain extent, the stick would hit the ground, forcing her body to swing backward. Each time the stick touched the ground, it pushed one or two centimeters deeper into Asali's anus; she suspected her rectum had been ruptured. The pain forced her to let out an even more horrifying scream. After several such attempts, the chief seemed to tire of Asari's screams. He laboriously stuffed a large wad of cloth into her mouth and tightly bound it with rope several times, thus robbing her of the ability to even cry out. The continuous, excruciating pain had already clouded Asari's mind; apart 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 in the morning, only to endure 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, and 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 out 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. Still gagged, Asari felt another wave of burning pain wash over her, and she writhed in terror. The chief tied a rope around her waist, immobilizing her on the table, then lifted a bucket of water and poured it into Asari's vagina through a funnel-shaped gourd. Asari's abdomen swelled rapidly, swelling into a small mound. The chief squeezed her lower abdomen forcefully, and a mixture of chili powder and blood gushed from her vagina. This was repeated several times, and when no more obvious traces of chili powder remained in the gushing water, the chief stopped, satisfied. Although the water felt heavy and cold inside her, causing Asari great discomfort, she clearly felt that with the continuous infusion and expulsion of water, the damage from the chili powder was gradually lessening. So she cooperated by squeezing her vagina, hoping to clean herself quickly. After finishing cleaning Asari's vagina, the chief unzipped his pants and inserted his penis into her vagina. Her vagina was unusually hot; the lingering chili residue made his glans burn, further arousing him. He began to thrust roughly. The penetration was like torture for Asari again; the pain, which had just subsided, surged through her body once more, especially her anus. Because there was still a large amount of chili powder in her rectum, each thrust caused her rectal walls to spasm with pain. Overwhelmed by the unbearable agony, Asari lost consciousness. [The End]The leader tied a wooden stick, over a meter long, around her lower back. This way, when Asali couldn't bear the pain and tried to lean to the left or right, the stick would restrain her, forcing her to remain on her back. The leader stomped on Asali's foot, causing her to sway back and forth like a roly-poly toy—this was the fun of this method of binding. Asali's weight was entirely on her bent back; the stick eliminated any possibility of her leaning 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 protruded from her anus. When her body leaned forward to a certain extent, the stick would hit the ground, forcing her body to swing backward. Each time the stick touched the ground, it pushed one or two centimeters deeper into Asali's anus; she suspected her rectum had been ruptured. The pain forced her to let out an even more horrifying scream. After several such attempts, the chief seemed to tire of Asari's screams. He laboriously stuffed a large wad of cloth into her mouth and tightly bound it with rope several times, thus robbing her of the ability to even cry out. The continuous, excruciating pain had already clouded Asari's mind; apart 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 in the morning, only to endure 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, and 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 out 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. Still gagged, Asari felt another wave of burning pain wash over her, and she writhed in terror. The chief tied a rope around her waist, immobilizing her on the table, then lifted a bucket of water and poured it into Asari's vagina through a funnel-shaped gourd. Asari's abdomen swelled rapidly, swelling into a small mound. The chief squeezed her lower abdomen forcefully, and a mixture of chili powder and blood gushed from her vagina. This was repeated several times, and when no more obvious traces of chili powder remained in the gushing water, the chief stopped, satisfied. Although the water felt heavy and cold inside her, causing Asari great discomfort, she clearly felt that with the continuous infusion and expulsion of water, the damage from the chili powder was gradually lessening. So she cooperated by squeezing her vagina, hoping to clean herself quickly. After finishing cleaning Asari's vagina, the chief unzipped his pants and inserted his penis into her vagina. Her vagina was unusually hot; the lingering chili residue made his glans burn, further arousing him. He began to thrust roughly. The penetration was like torture for Asari again; the pain, which had just subsided, surged through her body once more, especially her anus. Because there was still a large amount of chili powder in her rectum, each thrust caused her rectal walls to spasm with pain. Overwhelmed by the unbearable agony, Asari lost consciousness. [The End]The leader tied a wooden stick, over a meter long, around her lower back. This way, when Asali couldn't bear the pain and tried to lean to the left or right, the stick would restrain her, forcing her to remain on her back. The leader stomped on Asali's foot, causing her to sway back and forth like a roly-poly toy—this was the fun of this method of binding. Asali's weight was entirely on her bent back; the stick eliminated any possibility of her leaning 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 protruded from her anus. When her body leaned forward to a certain extent, the stick would hit the ground, forcing her body to swing backward. Each time the stick touched the ground, it pushed one or two centimeters deeper into Asali's anus; she suspected her rectum had been ruptured. The pain forced her to let out an even more horrifying scream. After several such attempts, the chief seemed to tire of Asari's screams. He laboriously stuffed a large wad of cloth into her mouth and tightly bound it with rope several times, thus robbing her of the ability to even cry out. The continuous, excruciating pain had already clouded Asari's mind; apart 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 in the morning, only to endure 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, and 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 out 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. Still gagged, Asari felt another wave of burning pain wash over her, and she writhed in terror. The chief tied a rope around her waist, immobilizing her on the table, then lifted a bucket of water and poured it into Asari's vagina through a funnel-shaped gourd. Asari's abdomen swelled rapidly, swelling into a small mound. The chief squeezed her lower abdomen forcefully, and a mixture of chili powder and blood gushed from her vagina. This was repeated several times, and when no more obvious traces of chili powder remained in the gushing water, the chief stopped, satisfied. Although the water felt heavy and cold inside her, causing Asari great discomfort, she clearly felt that with the continuous infusion and expulsion of water, the damage from the chili powder was gradually lessening. So she cooperated by squeezing her vagina, hoping to clean herself quickly. After finishing cleaning Asari's vagina, the chief unzipped his pants and inserted his penis into her vagina. Her vagina was unusually hot; the lingering chili residue made his glans burn, further arousing him. He began to thrust roughly. The penetration was like torture for Asari again; the pain, which had just subsided, surged through her body once more, especially her anus. Because there was still a large amount of chili powder in her rectum, each thrust caused her rectal walls to spasm with pain. Overwhelmed by the unbearable agony, Asari lost consciousness. [The End]

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