Angels Who Went Out of the Wall 4-5

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(IV) The familiar ringtone of the Fallen Angel rang. Ada opened his phone, answered a few times, and turned to the bearded man beside him, saying, "Go call the brothers, the lady is craving it again." "Just thinking about her two big boobs gets me excited, haha. My wife's gone back to her parents' house recently, and I've been venting my frustrations." The bearded man was delighted. That night, the cold mountain wind howled along the mountain path. Autumn seemed to be fading away. Ada and his men were making their way up the mountain path. "Brother Da, the lady seems to enjoy sex more and more. It's only been five days since last time." "Who cares? With someone like Fu, I'd come every day." The tall, thin man said happily. They arrived at the door of that alluring mansion and rang the doorbell. It was the same familiar smile. Fuya, wearing a cream-colored woolen shirt and a pink knee-length skirt, with her long hair flowing past her shoulders, gracefully came out to greet them. Although they had seen her many times, they were always amazed by her. She possessed an extremely alluring charm even without any makeup. "How are you planning to play with me tonight?" Fuya asked with a smile. "How would you like to play comfortably, Madam?" the tall, thin man said, avoiding touching Fuya's breasts. Fuya laughed and dodged. "The last few times we did it on my bed. This time, let's change the location." "Change the location? Where? In the living room?" "No, how about we go outside this time? My car is in the yard, over there." After several encounters, Fuya was quite familiar with them and spoke much more directly. "Okay, but it's very cold outside." Ada was a little worried. "Hehe, actually, that's more exciting. How about this, you don't need to take off your clothes, just pull down your pants. I want to try the feeling of making love in the cold wind." The black BMW was parked in the yard. Fuya lay on her back on it. Ada and the others first unbuttoned the top part of her shirt, pulled down her bra, exposing her alluring breasts to the air. As for her skirt, it was pulled up to her ankles along with her underwear, revealing her alluring curves. Ada went first, his trousers undone, revealing his hard penis. He lifted Fuya's legs and pressed them against the car, making her eager vulva face him. After teasing her breasts, he thrust his penis into her, and a violent piston-like motion began. After several meetings, Fuya's sexual desire had gradually become apparent. The cold car floor sent a chill down her spine, and the cold wind brushed against her bare thighs. Instead of causing her discomfort, this humiliation intensely stimulated her sensitive body. The violent thrusting made the BMW shake. Perhaps due to the cold weather, the four men didn't engage in much caressing, simply finishing their business on top of Fuya. Their semen stained the black car floor, Fuya's clothes, and her legs. "It feels like something's missing today," Fuya said somewhat dissatisfied. "Does Madam really want something more exciting? If so, how about I take you to find something new?" Ada said. "Really? What new things do you have?" Fuya became more excited. "There are places, but I'm afraid Madam might be hesitant to go because of her status." "What's there to be afraid of? We've already done it a few times, and we just met. It's just a bit of fun, my husband won't know, so there's no problem," Fuya replied. "Well, the bar where I work is often frequented at night for fun. A beauty like Madam would definitely be very popular there. Everyone's just having fun, and we won't know each other again afterward." "This sounds so exciting! Take me there, will anything happen?" Fuya was both excited and a little worried. "What could happen? With the four of us watching over you, we'll make sure you go and come back safely. Besides, everyone at that bar will give me face. How about this, Madam, you get dressed, and we'll go find a car. This BMW is too conspicuous," Ada said. "I'll pay for the car. Thank you for taking me out, but this seems like too much trouble for you." "What's the trouble? If others can do it, why can't we?" the bearded man laughed loudly. "You lecher!" Fuya glared at him. "Haha..." Everyone laughed. Having known her for some time, they considered Fuya a friend. Her beauty and generosity had brought them unprecedented joy. Two days later, in the evening, a slightly worn gray sedan carrying five people drove to a bar. It was a small bar, small in size but crowded. The lighting was dim, and couples were seen being intimate everywhere. Someone of Fuya's status would never come here. Ada led Fuya to a middle-aged man and said a few words. The man initially didn't believe him until Ada handed him a large sum of money and Fuya added a few words. He then turned off the music and turned on the lights, illuminating the bar. The crowd stopped and looked at the man. He gestured for Fuya to come closer, then took the microphone and said, "Listen, this lady has booked the bar tonight. Anyone willing to accompany her, stay. If you can satisfy her tonight, she'll cover all the expenses!" Perhaps still unaccustomed to standing in front of so many people, Fuya was a little shy, smiled at everyone, and said nothing. Tonight, she wore a tight white sweater and a long, lace-trimmed skirt, showcasing her beautiful figure. Under the lights, her sweet smile was simply breathtaking. Knowing there were over fifty people here, a strong desire welled up within her. "That woman is so beautiful, really?" someone shouted from below. Fuya smiled and nodded, saying, "Yes, I love to have fun. Think of some ideas. If it's enjoyable, I'll pay for everything you eat and drink tonight, okay?" As soon as she finished speaking, the crowd erupted in cheers. The middle-aged man stood by the door, telling those who wanted to leave to go. After a count, there were still forty people left, including women. Fuya stood on the stage, looking at the excited crowd below, feeling an indescribable excitement. This was a scene she never dared to dream of. Taking advantage of her husband's absence, she was going to have some fun. "Whoever can down this bottle of wine in one gulp will be the first to accompany this lady!" the middle-aged man announced, holding up a bottle of red wine. The liquor wasn't very strong, and there was still half a bottle left, but it would take a lot of drinking to finish it in one gulp. Just then, a burly middle-aged man stepped forward, grabbed the bottle, tilted his head back, and downed it in one go. Amidst shouts, he carried Fuya to a table. Fuya's clothes were quickly torn off, revealing her black bra and panties. Fueled by alcohol, the middle-aged man removed Fuya's last two layers of clothing. Her firm breasts and concealed lower body were revealed to everyone. Fuya's hot body drew whistles from the audience. The middle-aged man grabbed Fuya's legs and lifted them high, looking at her lower body and saying, "Hehe, if you break it, do you want to pay for it, little girl?" Fuya blushed, pouted, and said, "If you can break it, I'll cover your food and drinks for this month." "Did you hear that? Breaking this little girl will get you a reward!" the middle-aged man shouted, pulling down his pants, revealing a large penis that glared at Fuya's vulva. He didn't need to tease her; he directly inserted the head of his penis into Fuya's vagina. It was Fuya's first time having sex in front of so many people. She was both nervous and excited. She gripped the edge of the table tightly with both hands, her lips slightly parted. The middle-aged man pressed down on her legs, his penis gradually merging into her vagina. With a thrust of his waist, he began to pump vigorously, each stroke slamming his scrotum against Fuya's labia. "So tight! This chick is the best I've ever fucked! Damn it, she's got my dick wrapped around so tightly, it feels so good!" The middle-aged man's drunkenness was getting the better of him, his face flushed red, and each thrust was powerful, his glans constantly hitting Fuya's cervix. Fuya felt a deadly pleasure coming from her lower body, a powerful electric current constantly stimulating her mind. Making love under the gaze of countless eyes was even more stimulating for her, and she couldn't help but moan as he thrust in. Not long after, the middle-aged man shouted a few times, and with a violent thrust, he injected a large amount of hot semen into Fuya's vagina, his penis almost hitting Fuya's cervix. As his penis was pulled out, a large amount of semen mixed with Fuya's orgasmic juices flowed from her vaginal opening. "Mmm...so good," Fuya moaned comfortably, her face flushed after the orgasm, adding a touch of foxy charm. Seeing this, the middle-aged host stepped forward again and said, "New rules! This time, whoever wants to come up must first explain their idea and how they want to play, and then receive a reward based on this beauty's score!" "Money? This beauty is quite generous! Come on... I'll go first," someone called out from a table with three men and one woman. Before Fuya could respond, two waitresses came over with a wine glass. One helped Fuya sit up, while the other placed the glass under her vulva. Thick semen immediately flowed out and was collected in the glass. This action made Fuya extremely ashamed, and she dared not look at the laughter around her. At this moment, a man in a leather jacket at the table said, "Shall we talk about how to play first? We'll put the beauty on the turntable on the table, like a dish, and spin it around for us to enjoy. As for how to enjoy her, we'll leave that for now." "Ah." Hearing that she was to be played with in such a humiliating way in public, Fuya blushed. Before she could prepare herself, two waitresses had already lifted her and placed her on the table, which was covered in leftover food grease, which stuck to Fuya's back.Fuya's vulva was facing the man from before, her head towards the woman, her legs dangling out because the table wasn't long enough. The man in the leather jacket picked up a barbecued chicken leg and slowly inserted it into Fuya's vulva. The surrounding people laughed. Fuya blushed, but inwardly she was excited by this humiliation. The woman, who looked to be around twenty, looked at Fuya, smiled, and put her finger in Fuya's mouth, making her lick it clean. The other two men weren't idle either. They picked up chopsticks and played with Fuya's nipples, which were red and hard. They pinched and pulled at them like peanuts, then licked them with their tongues. The man in the leather jacket's thrusting became faster and faster. The skin on the chicken leg was first rubbed off, and slowly, pieces of meat fell into her vagina. "This chicken would never dream that even with its legs dead, it could still fuck a woman's pussy, hahaha..." the man in the leather jacket laughed as he thrust. As the thrusting intensified, copious amounts of vaginal fluid were drawn out, sticking to the entrance of her vagina. People around took photos with their phones, laughing loudly that they wanted to commemorate this woman's first taste of chicken leg. Before long, almost all the meat on the chicken leg had fallen off from the friction. The man in the leather jacket tore off the remaining meat and stuffed it into her vagina, while the remaining bone was inserted entirely into Fuya's anus. "Turn around, turn around, I'm starving!" said the man sitting next to the leather jacket. They grabbed Fuya's legs and breasts, turned her around, and positioned her swollen vagina towards the man. The man used chopsticks to pick out chicken leg meat from her vagina. The meat, mixed with vaginal fluid, was sticky, but he didn't care, throwing it into his mouth and shouting that this woman's vagina smelled really slutty. There wasn't much meat left in her vagina. They turned Fuya around and picked out meat, quickly emptying the vulva. When there was no more meat, the man in the leather jacket even used a spoon to scoop out the sticky fluid from the vaginal walls and displayed it on the table for the crowd to see. The scraping motion of the spoon intensely stimulated Fuya's body, and the amount of vaginal fluid she produced only increased. Fuya writhed, moaning with pleasure. This was the first time she had ever been so lewd in front of everyone, and the fact that she was a young married woman added to the stimulation. Her pink vaginal opening was slightly open, allowing several pairs of chopsticks to stir freely inside. The chicken bone, harder than a man's penis, kept pushing her towards the abyss of lust. The leather jacket, not wanting to stop now, simply inserted the meatless chicken leg bone into Fuya's tightly closed anus. With a scream of "Ah!", almost half of the chicken leg bone went in. The chicken leg bone rubbed inside a few times before being pulled out. The leather jacket turned Fuya around and, without saying a word, shoved the bone into Fuya's mouth. A strange sensation appeared on her tongue, and Fuya frowned, but the countless eyes around her immediately made her feel deeply humiliated. "You slut, how do your vagina and asshole smell?" the girl now facing Fuya's vagina said, playing with Fuya's labia. "It tastes awful, but I want to eat it again, hehe." Fuya said with a laugh, spreading her legs wide to expose her private parts to the girl for her to enjoy. "This bitch likes smelly assholes, let's give her a chance, haha." At this moment, a long-haired young man in the crowd shouted. Everyone looked at the young man, who shouted, "Let's play a game with this bitch, blindfold her, let her smell our socks, and then lick our toes, guess who it is, if she guesses right we'll have sex with her as a reward, if she guesses wrong..." He paused, looked at the crowd, "...lick our assholes, haha..." Hearing his idea, the crowd cheered loudly. Fuya lowered her head in embarrassment, thinking that she would have to lick someone's toes in public like a dog, her heart was pounding, a little shy and a little excited. She obediently knelt on the ground, and someone brought two pairs of flesh-colored thick stockings to blindfold her. Suddenly losing the caresses of countless eyes, a sense of loss rose in her heart. Before she could even prepare herself, an ugly sock was thrust in front of her, its stench of sweat assaulting her senses. Her soft tongue licked the sock a few times, savoring the odor through her nostrils. After a moment, Fuya nodded. Someone led her to a spot where she reached out and touched four pairs of bare feet. The first one… even Fuya herself was surprised that she could so readily put her toes into her beautiful little mouth. A strange smell clung to her tongue, spreading through her mouth, and Fuya felt a strange excitement. Her tongue began to swirl between the toes. "Wow, this woman looks so innocent, but she's a total slut! Look how clean she's licked my toes!" The verbal stimulation made Fuya's lower body feel hungry, and the taste in her mouth pushed that hunger to a frenzy. She swallowed the saliva mixed with the smell of feet, touched the second foot, and began to lick it... Amidst the shouts around her, Fuya licked all eight feet, the slippery saliva sticking to four pairs of feet, and a blush had crept onto her face. She placed what she thought were socks on her feet and said to the crowd, "I'm done identifying them." Someone removed the socks from her head, and at this moment, several young men who had been suppressing their laughter for a long time burst into laughter: "Haha, this woman's tongue is no good, she got them all wrong, haha..." "Ah?" Fuya looked at the socks in surprise, but then sighed: "Then...then...I'll lick them for you, lick there." Thinking of the embarrassment that was about to happen, Fuya was a little unsure of what to do, but her lustful petals became wet. The young man leaned back in his chair, his buttocks facing Fuya. Fuya slowly walked over, unzipped the young man's pants, buried her pretty face in the crevice of his buttocks, and began cleaning him with her tongue. The young man being licked laughed loudly, saying it felt good, and even deliberately groaned loudly. Under her gaze, Fuya became increasingly excited, her slippery tongue continuously probing into that filthy hole. The intense taste gave her a strange kind of excitement. As she licked, she inserted her fingers into her vagina and pumped them in and out, clear liquid splashing onto the ground with her fingers. One after another, Fuya felt no disgust; on the contrary, this experience ignited a primal desire in her, a girl who had been raised in a wealthy family. She loathed the constraints of her status from the bottom of her heart, but at this moment, her status only pushed her indulgence to a frenzied climax. Fuya licked with all her might, swallowing the saliva mixed with various filth, because it made her even more excited. Sensory pleasure was her only pursuit at this moment. "Can't you see how thirsty she is down there?" A woman in a red coat shouted from a group of glamorous women who looked to be around thirty. "Come on, let us sisters have some fun." Several waiters lifted Fuya in front of the women. Fuya, burning with lust, didn't wait for them to explain what they wanted to do, and blurted out, "You can do whatever you want with my pussy, don't hold back." "Haha, don't worry, we saw how hungry you are down there, so we called over to give you something to eat. If you eat it but can't tell us what it is, then use those two mounds of flesh on your chest to wash our feet." After saying that, they laid Fuya flat on the table, and one of them took chopsticks, dipped them in chili peppers, and dabbed them at the entrance of her vagina. A hot, spicy sensation immediately assaulted Fuya's lower body, and she screamed, "It's...it's chili peppers, no...no, it hurts!" "This slut's down there is really sensitive," the woman in red said. "And this?" She dipped some soy sauce in and dabbed it on her labia. The labia aren't taste organs, so of course she couldn't describe something that wasn't stimulating. Fuya made up a random name. "Wrong..." The woman inserted another peanut into her vagina. She could feel the peanut, but there were many small, hard objects inside. Fuya had guessed wrong again. After two wrong guesses, the woman loudly declared Fuya had lost. Without allowing her to protest, they lifted her down, brought over pre-prepared hot water, and began to punish her. The women sat on chairs, swinging their legs. Fuya smiled awkwardly and obediently helped them remove her boots and socks. She poured hot water over her proud breasts, then pressed her white breasts tightly against the women's feet, rubbing them up and down. The white flesh changed shape with each squeeze, and her pink nipples rubbed against the toes, seemingly absorbing all the dirt into the lines of her nipples. The onlookers booed continuously. The women being served pressed down on Fuya's breasts as much as possible, pinching her breasts with their toes and rubbing the soles of their feet against them forcefully. Fuya watched the woman comfortably, one hand pressing her breast against the sole of her foot, the other continuously splashing hot water onto her breast, her breasts now like two towels, dutifully wiping them. Feelings of humiliation assaulted Fuya, but this unfamiliar sensation only excited her more. The humiliation of her noble body not only inexplicably ignited her inner desire but also drove her sensitive body to repeated orgasms. Each humiliation and manipulation drove Fuya to the pinnacle of sexual pleasure. Just as she was becoming increasingly disoriented, one of the group of thugs laughed loudly, "Come on, it's our turn! Looks like this woman is top-notch. Let's have some fun." Fuya was led to their side. This group consisted of young men and women, all around twenty years old. It seemed they had already planned it; a stylishly dressed young woman whispered something in Fuya's ear. Fuya listened and nodded, seemingly uneasy, but her eyes filled with longing. They cleared a space in the crowd, setting up a table and a chair; the rest of the space was empty. Fuya and the girl knelt down in one place, and then, a pair of scissors...The crew-cut boy sat down in a chair, cleared his throat, and said, "Silence, silence, court is in session." The onlookers, intrigued by this charade, immediately fell silent. The "judge" shouted, "Who's suing whom?" The fashionable girl immediately said, "Your Honor, I'm suing this shameless woman for seducing my husband." The "judge" sternly asked Fuya, "Is her statement true?" "Yes..." Fuya stammered, feeling awkward; playing along with their act almost made her laugh. A boy stood behind her, pressing her body down, her alluring breasts swaying naturally. "Look at you, you slut! What are those two mounds on your chest? What are they for? To breastfeed?" the "judge" demanded loudly. "Your Honor, these are my breasts, but unlike ordinary women's, I can't breastfeed. They're two muscular mounds I use to seduce men, full of stinking fluids, unsuitable for breastfeeding." Fuya blushed as she said this, her hand unconsciously moving downwards. Seeing this, the "judge" asked again, "Then what about your vulva? You need that to seduce men, right?" "My lord, this slut doesn't have a vagina." "No? Then what's that hole down there?" "That's a stinking flesh hole on my body, a place that stinks even more than an old sow's anus. It's what I use to get my stinky man's penis." Degrading her own body only fueled Fuya's lust. "You audacious slut, how dare you do such a despicable thing? Do you think your two mounds of flesh are still so arrogant and unyielding in front of me?" Pretending to be serious while saying these things, the "judge" almost burst out laughing himself, and some of the onlookers were already doubled over with laughter. Fuya's nipples stood erect, slightly upturned, indeed a bit proud. She said, "Yes, they're very proud." The "judge" shouted, "Outrageous! You wretched creatures! Guards, give them a hundred slaps! I want to see if they'll bow down!" Two boys stepped forward to strike, but Fuya shouted, "Listen carefully! One hundred slaps for each breast, two for two!" The two boys laughed and agreed, raising their palms to strike Fuya's tender white breasts hard. The soft flesh shook violently from the blows, and Fuya let out a cry, a cry filled with pleasure. As the slapping continued, the two boys changed direction, sometimes striking vertically down on the nipples, pressing the pink nipples into the flesh, causing the breasts to tremble. As her sensitive areas were roughly slapped, Fuya felt intense stimulation emanating from her breasts, and she urged them on, "Ah... harder! Smash these two stinking lumps of flesh! Beat them like pork! Yes, that's it!" Seeing Fuya's excitement, the two men hit her even harder. By the time their arms were tired, they had hit her at least 150 times, leaving her fair skin covered in red handprints, her nipples still erect from excitement. Seeing Fuya's excitement, the "judge" seemed to lose his temper. He shouted, "Outrageous! These two stinking lumps of flesh are still so proud! Guards, bring on the torture!" Four women surrounded Fuya. Two of them held up thick black velvet stockings that they had just taken off, stretching them to cover Fuya's breasts, making it look like she was wearing a black bra. The other two held up shoes that they had just taken off. The two boys from before spread Fuya's legs, exposing her wet, lewd vulva to the air. The torture began. Fuya lay on the ground, her legs spread wide, in a utterly humiliating position. She swallowed hard, seemingly filled with anticipation. Two men, their stockings covering her breasts, pinched her nipples with their index and middle fingers, squeezing them forcefully in all directions. Two men at her vulva raised their shoes, slapping them against her vaginal opening with each stroke. The rough soles of the shoes repeatedly struck her soft labia, and various filth clung to her vaginal opening and pubic hair. Fuya cried out in pain, but just as she was about to scream, the plaintiff girl immediately pressed her white-socked foot against Fuya's face, silencing her. Through the black stockings, Fuya could feel her precious breasts being arbitrarily pinched and manipulated, the flesh squeezed between the fingers constantly rotating and being squeezed out. This brought her immense pain and stimulation; her nipples were almost flattened, and waves of intense pleasure washed over her. The slapping of the shoe soles struck her sensitive labia and clitoris, each impact stimulating her brain and sending electric shocks through her. Her own hands didn't stop; she parted her labia herself, exposing her swollen clitoris and the tender flesh of her vulva to the blows of the shoe. The executioner's blows grew stronger with each strike, each one producing a loud "slap, slap" sound. Fuya's overflowing lower body splattered with vaginal fluid under the relentless slapping. Her proud breasts were pulled forcefully, the pink nipples turning bright red under the vigorous kneading. The shame of being covered by stockings only intensified Fuya's stimulation. The boy who had spread her legs wasn't idle either, slapping her long legs with one hand, leaving several red handprints on her white thighs. The onlookers were clearly excited, shouting: "Beat this filthy bitch to pieces! Squeeze those two mounds of flesh to burst! Pull open that hole and beat the stinking flesh inside!" Fuya herself was also greatly stimulated, her lower body constantly leaking lustful fluids that stuck to the soles of the shoes hitting her. The stimulation of orgasm seemed to keep coming, and under the countless gazes, she seemed to be enjoying it immensely. Seeing that the men were tired of beating her, the "judge" took the opportunity to shout, "This slut must be punished by the crowd! Fuck her until she's ruined, so she can never seduce men again!" Upon hearing this, the two teenagers threw Fuya into the crowd, and the scene instantly spiraled out of control. The beautiful young woman was immediately overwhelmed, and the people who had been suppressing their desires for so long began to vent their frustrations on her... The out-of-control crowd vied to vent their frustrations on Fuya's beautiful vulva. After about an hour, during which time more than half of the people in the entire bar had violated the young woman's alluring body. Ada and his gang tried to stop her but couldn't. Finally, the crowd thinned out, and they seized the opportunity to drag Fuya out. The bar owner shouted, "Stop! Don't mess around! We're moving on to the next part! Everyone back to your tables! Our beautiful lady will collect everyone's semen with her mouth, and after she's finished, she'll drink it all!" The crowd obeyed and returned to their seats. Fuya crawled under the tables and began performing oral sex on each man, holding a large glass in her hand. After each man's performance, she spat the semen into the glass. Fuya was sticky all over after the orgasm, her sweat and bodily secretions mingling to create an unpleasant odor. Her still-firm breasts were covered in red marks, and two teeth marks remained on her areolas, suggesting someone had bitten her in the chaos. Her swollen vagina was slightly open, constantly leaking a viscous fluid. Performing this shameful service brought back a blissful glow to her face after her orgasm; she was clearly very satisfied with the arrangement. Although her oral sex skills weren't great, her stunning looks made up for it. Plus, the men were already aroused, so she usually ejaculated after just a few sucks, each time taking very little time. As for the men who had already ejaculated on her, she only licked them a few times. In the bar, everyone followed her position, watching her perform oral sex under the table. Two waitresses, with spoons and glasses, swept all the semen from the floor into their glasses. After a while, Fuya's glass was about a third full. Almost everyone present had ejaculated at least once. She stood in the center of the bar, holding the glass, while the two waitresses poured the collected semen into the glass, filling it more than halfway. Fuya looked around at the people and said, "I'm really happy today. Thank you for giving me such an unprecedented thrill. To express my gratitude, I'll drink this glass of semen." With that, she raised her head and slowly drank the semen from the glass. The amount of semen was so large it could almost fill her stomach, and a fishy, foul odor filled her nostrils, but Fuya didn't mind at all. To her at this moment, it was just a dessert after sex. She hoped the viscous liquid would flow all over her body. The madness of sex was something she had tasted for the first time tonight, and for the first time, she had fallen deeply in love with this feeling… In the brightly lit mansion, Fuya's young body lay comfortably in the bathtub. Soaking in the warm water, her fatigue slowly faded, and the strong scent of perfume lingered on her body. She looked intoxicated, seemingly reluctant to leave behind the madness of the night. Ada and the others had brought her back and left. She looked at the marks left on her perfect body, her small hands playing with her pink nipples, and unconsciously muttered, "They don't know that I deliberately mistook the feet and socks, hehe…" *** *** *** *** Revealed, the true face of an angel Fuya's debauchery continued. On Saturday afternoon, the men, including Ada, arrived at this pleasure house as usual after work, where the familiar beauties warmly welcomed them. Ada inserted a finger deep into Fuya's anus, his face buried in her hairy pubic area, his nimble tongue licking her until she gasped softly. The bearded man sat on Fuya, his rough hands clamping her breasts together, tightly enveloping his penis. On either side, Fuya's jade-like hands rhythmically moved up and down, the tall, thin man and the pointed-mouthed man enjoying the beauty's services. "Madam, is this enjoyable?" the bearded man tentatively asked. Fuya frowned and said, "It's alright, but I feel it's not exciting enough." After that night, the men gradually understood Fuya's sexual preferences, regarding this beautiful young woman...Ada and the others were deeply shocked by the strong sexual desire hidden beneath the woman's noble appearance, but they gradually learned how to deal with it. After all, besides enjoying themselves, this wealthy young woman often gave them money. The bearded man increased the pressure of his hands as he said, "Madam, my wife and I have come up with a good idea, if you're willing to pay some money." "What? Your wife knows? You dare tell her?" The tall, thin man was very surprised. "No," the bearded man said, "I lied to her, I said there's a lonely, wealthy woman looking for excitement. I've said we're very open-minded, as long as I'm not keeping a mistress, she doesn't mind." "Okay, tell me about it," Fuya said with a smile, "Money is not a problem, my husband sends a lot back every month." "It's like this, my wife and I both work at a restaurant, my wife has the key to the restaurant, if you'd like, madam, after the restaurant closes tonight, let's go inside and have some fun all night, we've thought of a lot of ideas." At this point, the bearded man smiled and winked. That evening, the restaurant closed at nine o'clock. A car pulled up at the dark entrance, and Fuya and the bearded man got out. The bearded man knocked on the door, and a woman opened it. Then, the group went inside. The bearded man led Fuya to the kitchen, which was still brightly lit. It was an ordinary kitchen, and the mess from cooking hadn't been cleaned up yet, making it look somewhat cluttered. The stove was greasy and dirty. Three women stood there. One of them, a woman with darker skin, looked at Fuya and said, "These two are my coworkers here. Can we pay them too?" Fuya smiled and said, "Sure, one pay per person, as agreed. There'll be a tip if I'm satisfied." Of the three women, the darker one was clearly the bearded man's wife; although not beautiful, she looked quite fit. The other two were women in their thirties, presumably also workers here. Tonight, Fuya wore a pure white, tight-fitting fleece top, thigh-high lingerie stockings, and a black knee-length skirt. White high-heeled boots accentuated her beautiful figure, and her long, flowing hair adorned her angelic face. Her elegant demeanor befitted her aristocratic status. The weather was gradually getting colder, and this attire was necessary for warmth, but the thick clothing couldn't conceal her firm breasts. Fuya could feel the jealous gazes of the three women on top of her. "So, how shall we play?" Fuya asked with a smile. "Hmm, we'll use your body as a dish first. There might be some minor injuries, but my husband said it's okay, right?" Fuya said, "It's alright. You can treat me like a pig and torment me, just don't actually kill me." Her face was filled with anticipation for the impending torture. The bearded wife, along with two other women, began to strip her clothes off piece by piece. Soon, a woman's naked body appeared before them, and Fuya felt a chill run down her spine. The bearded man lifted the lid of an oval-shaped iron container filled with steaming hot water. He laughed, "This was originally used for washing pigs here." Fuya was placed inside, only her head above the water, like being submerged in a bathtub. The water temperature was just right. She lay there, watching the busy men, her breasts slightly upturned, her long, slender legs intertwined. Perhaps due to the steam, a blush appeared on her cheeks. The bearded man's wife cleared her throat and, holding a razor blade, said to the others, "Before cooking a sow, we need to shave her hair. Let's shave this tender pig!" Three women, each holding a razor blade, lifted parts of Fuya's body and gently shaved away the fine hairs. The cold, sharp blades rubbing against her skin made Fuya gasp. For a moment, she felt like a cow waiting to be slaughtered. Fuya didn't have much body hair, and it was quickly shaved off, leaving only one hairy area: her mysterious triangle. The bearded woman touched herself and gestured for the others to shave her. The sharp blade gave her an unusual stimulation; having her pubic hair shaved by a strange woman aroused her. The thick hair was quickly shaved off, exposing Fuya's pink and tender lower body. Her shy vulva was submerged in water, and she pressed it shyly. The bearded woman put the shaved hair in a bowl. Next, the others lifted Fuya onto a low table. When Fuya knelt on it, her proud breasts were just slightly higher than the stove. A long-haired woman brought over a strange bamboo steamer. The steamer was large, with two large round holes cut into the side. Fuya was wondering about it when the woman suddenly covered Fuya's wet breasts with the bamboo steamer, her full breasts just passing through the two large holes. Another short-haired woman poured some hot water into the steamer, creating a thin layer at the bottom. The bamboo steamer was placed on an iron rack on the stove. Fuya felt as if her breasts were being placed directly on the fire, and she couldn't help but feel a little scared. The bearded man inserted a thermometer into the steamer and explained that there was no danger. The short-haired woman then brought a gag, the ball covered with small holes. It was inserted into Fuya's mouth and stuck perfectly, causing saliva to leak out uncontrollably and drip into a small bowl that had been placed there beforehand. "Spread your stinky legs!" the long-haired woman slapped Fuya's buttocks and cursed harshly. As soon as Fuya spread her legs, the long-haired woman inserted an electric vibrator into Fuya's vagina. At the same time, the bearded man's wife brought a small pot containing prepared filling. She mixed the shaved pubic hair into it, stirred it, and then placed the pot under Fuya's vulva. The fire was lit, and the flames heated the bamboo steamer. Despite the iron rack separating them, the water inside heated up quickly. The bearded woman's wife said smugly, "This dish is made with the flavor of your breasts mixed with flour for the outer layer, and the filling is seasoned with your own juices. Of course, your dirty hair is mixed in too." Fuya was clearly intrigued by this strange dish. She pulled off the gag and laughed, "However, there's only one. I don't have much water down there." "Oh? So you want two? I don't think you want to tear that hole down there, do you?" "No, not two. I like it a little painful. You guys hit my buttocks hard, that'll get more." Fuya was a little embarrassed, but she still said it, her face flushing. "Haha, okay." The bearded woman's wife gestured for them to hit there. The other two women raised their hands and slapped Fuya's upturned buttocks. The "slap, slap" sounds echoed in the quiet restaurant at night. Fuya's tender white buttocks trembled from the slaps. Hitting this kind of woman hard was perfect for venting their jealousy. Fuya winced in pain. The humiliation combined with the high-speed vibrations of the vibrator made her so sensitive that her vaginal walls began to secrete a sticky liquid, which, under the influence of gravity, dripped down and into the filling. Her firm breasts, now surrounded by steam, began to sweat. Although the temperature wasn't too high, the stuffy steamer was still very uncomfortable. Fine beads of sweat began to seep from the surface of her breasts and drip into the water below. "Guess what this bitch's breasts smell like?" the long-haired woman said. "Stinkier than what you guys excrete." A look of pleasure appeared on Fuya's face, and her growing lust pushed her further into the abyss. The bearded man seized the opportunity to take a picture of this scene, which was also Fuya's request; she wanted a photo as a souvenir. After more than half an hour, the three women were tired from taking turns spanking her buttocks. Her once fair buttocks were now a bright red patch. Fuya had climaxed several times under the stimulation of the vibrator, and the surface of the filling was clearly covered with a sticky liquid. They removed her belongings and let her sit on the table. Then, the bearded man mixed the water from the steamer with the saliva from the bowl into the flour and gave it to his wife to make the dough. The long-haired woman then stirred the filling. The short-haired woman wasn't idle either; she used the stockings that Fuya had worn to tie Fuya's hands and feet together. After a short while, the dough and filling were ready. They wrapped the dough and filling, put them in the steamer, and the bearded man's wife immediately said, "Okay, next dish." The long-haired woman and the short-haired woman carried Fuya to the seafood tank outside the kitchen. Various kinds of seafood were moving around inside. The power was still on, bubbles kept rising, and the orange lights were still on. The long-haired woman reached out and pinched Fuya's breast, which was dangling in mid-air, saying, "You slut, you won't blame me if you bite it badly, will you?" Fuya laughed and said, "Go ahead and do whatever you want. Just think of me as having two rotten lumps of pork on my chest." "Okay!" As soon as she finished speaking, the long-haired woman pressed Fuya's body onto the water's surface, her full breasts completely submerged. Her sensitive breasts were immediately immersed in the icy water, and Fuya couldn't help but shiver, the chill penetrating her skin and reaching deep into her breasts. The short-haired woman seemed to be doing something; she poked at the water with a stick. Suddenly, Fuya screamed "Ah!" Underwater, a crab's large leg clamped onto her nipple, and the two women held Fuya's body down to prevent her from lifting it out of the water. Immediately afterward, under the short-haired woman's manipulation, the crab's other leg clamped onto Fuya's breast, and the same thing happened to the other breast; another crab also tightly bit into this beautiful breast. Amid laughter, the two women lifted Fuya up...In the kitchen, the bearded man and his wife laughed uncontrollably at the sight of two crabs dangling from Fuya's breasts. The bearded man even filmed the scene while laughing. His wife pulled on the crabs, and Fuya immediately cried out in pain. The crabs' hard legs had dug into her flesh. The nipples are one of the most sensitive areas for a woman, so the pain was considerable. However, the sensitive nature of this area caused Fuya a strange excitement amidst the pain. Several people found tools and removed the crabs from Fuya's body. They saw four red marks on her breasts. Fuya pinched her two injured nipples, and a jolt of electric pleasure shot through her brain. Her sensitive lower body seemed to become wet again. "While we're cooking the crabs, you watch these little things," the bearded man's wife said, bringing out a bowl of slippery loaches. The long-haired woman smiled, her lips pursed. She and the short-haired woman lifted Fuya back into the water they had started with. Fuya obediently arched her body, exposing her smooth vulva to everyone. The long-haired woman picked up a funnel and inserted it into Fuya's vulva. Then, the two of them poured a whole basin of loaches into Fuya's vagina. Watching these dark creatures enter her private parts, Fuya felt both anticipation and fear. These slippery creatures were masters of burrowing, and once inside her vagina, they began to burrow and struggle. The long-haired woman used one hand to block Fuya's vulva, preventing the loaches from swimming out. "Ah... ah... they're going to burrow into my uterus!" Fuya's screams grew louder and louder, intense stimulation emanating from her vagina, waves of humiliating pleasure rising higher and higher. She was breathing heavily, letting out pleasurable moans, her hands gripping and kneading her breasts. The sensation of being violated by the mudskippers was far greater than any man's penis; her vagina was both itchy and painful, the sensitive walls constantly being attacked by the mudskippers. The thought of her vagina being used as a fish tank filled her with a humiliating pleasure. "You can even orgasm like this?" The bearded wife, hands on her hips, looked at Fuya with disdain. Clearly, the crabs had just been washed and put in to cook. The women helped Fuya up, and as they let go, the mudskippers fell out of her vagina and into the water under the force of gravity. "Alright, now all we have to do is wait for the food to cook. In the meantime, you all give Madam a good massage," the bearded wife said with a smile. The long-haired and short-haired women understood immediately. They found a pig-tying rope, first bending and binding Fuya's legs tightly, then tying her hands behind her back. Then, a thin hemp rope was looped around the base of her breasts and tied, making her firm breasts bulge out like balloons under the tight rope, appearing even larger. Next, two ropes connecting her hands and feet suspended her in mid-air, hanging her from the hook used to hang pork. Now her body was bent, her legs bent towards her buttocks, her shaved vulva facing the ceiling, and her breasts drooping towards her face. Although this posture was humiliating, it meant nothing to the now uninhibited Fuya. The long-haired woman walked away for a moment, returning with a small bucket of ice. Fuya immediately understood what they were going to do, a flash of fear in her eyes, but it was quickly replaced by intense desire. What would it feel like to put those ice cubes in? Fuya even vaguely anticipated the humiliation to come. The two women selected some ice cubes; the long-haired woman smashed the ice with the back of a knife, while the short-haired woman selected some flat-sided ice cubes and even put on thick gloves. As expected, the long-haired woman used a spoon to pour spoonfuls of crushed ice into Fuya's vagina, while the short-haired woman pressed the ice cubes against Fuya's breasts, sliding them over them repeatedly. The icy, bone-chilling sensation spread simultaneously to Fuya's vagina and breasts, causing her to groan, especially inside her vagina, where the warm flesh walls suddenly encountered the cold ice, creating a strong stimulation that made her writhe helplessly. Seeing that Fuya couldn't take it anymore, her breasts were bloodless, and her labia were turning purple, they brought hot water and poured it over Fuya's breasts and vagina. The sudden temperature change caused a burning pain in these two areas, and she couldn't help but scream, but her voice was filled with satisfied pleasure. "What are you doing?" The bearded wife, seeing this, laughed and said, "Put her down, dinner's ready." Steaming hot food was placed on the table, including a pot of boiled crab and a bowl of dumplings. Fuya put her clothes back on and leaned back in her chair. The long-haired woman took dumplings and stuffed them into Fuya's mouth one by one. The dumplings, with their special ingredients, emitted an unpleasant smell, and many hairs were found inside. Fuya blushed and, under the gaze of these women, ate the dumplings one by one, enjoying the pleasure derived from this humiliation. The women, meanwhile, were enjoying the "crabs" that Fuya's breasts had caught, talking about the amusing things that had just happened. "Madam, were our methods acceptable?" the bearded woman asked. Fuya thought for a moment and said, "This is truly eye-opening! There are so many ways to play! But this seems a bit too little. I want to see something more exciting." The bearded man interjected, "Sure, but we don't have a day off tomorrow. It's the day after tomorrow." As soon as he finished speaking, his wife smacked him on the head. "You silly goose, can't we play just because we don't have a day off tomorrow? I have a suggestion, but I don't know if you're still willing to pay, madam?" Fuya smiled and said, "Of course, I'll still pay. If it's more exciting, I'll pay double every day." The bearded man's wife told everyone her idea. As soon as she finished speaking, Fuya immediately exclaimed "Ah!" It was clearly an incredibly bold and exciting plan. (V) Angels and Hell Sunday, the hotel was bustling with activity. People came and went, and the sounds of conversation, collisions, and cooking mingled together. It was just an ordinary day. Oh no, in a corner of the hotel, something extraordinary was happening. A stunningly beautiful young woman, Lady Fuya, dressed in a white velvet top, black skirt, stockings, and white boots, was bound hand and foot and thrown into a corner. A vibrating dildo was slowly vibrating against her lower body. Bound in a busy restaurant? No way! Yes! That's right! In the restaurant kitchen, inside a huge rectangular metal container used for recycling food, Fuya helplessly huddled in a corner. Normally, this container only had a single circular opening on the right side of the top; Fuya was currently on the left, completely invisible unless the lid was lifted. And the person in charge of cleaning this container was none other than the bearded woman's wife. "Sister Yao, there seems to be a lot of leftover food today," the long-haired woman said, approaching the woman clearing the table. "Yes, I've already thrown away dozens of perfectly good dishes," the bearded woman replied. "Won't someone find out?" the long-haired woman asked worriedly. "Don't worry, that bitch's having a good time in there. What's there to be afraid of with me watching over her?" "Sister Yao, something bad has happened! A customer vomited all over the floor. I swept up all the filth, is that...?" The short-haired woman came over and said. "Of course, just pour it back in there. Pigs don't care about such things." A Yao said loudly. From the dark container, the foul mixed smell wafted into her nostrils. Her lower body, already buried under the food, was still being stimulated by the vibrator. The murky soup seemed to seep into her fair skin. It was only noon, but the food had already reached her waist. Every movement brought a sticky, nauseating feeling. Fuya picked up a whole steamed fish and ate it. Thinking that she was picking up food in such a filthy place, worse than the dirtiest beggar, Fuya couldn't help but feel excited again. Having grown up in a wealthy family, this filthy experience gave her a strange and intense pleasure. She put her hands, covered in food scraps, inside her clothes and rubbed her proud breasts. "Mmm... Ah..." Soft moans escaped her lips. If she weren't afraid of being overheard, she would have already screamed in excitement. "Qin, throw in the leftover hot pot too. The pigs have been eating a lot lately, and there's not enough left," Ayao said to a woman carrying a hot pot towards the toilet. "Juan, don't want those things, throw them in too." "Sister Yao, this is rotten food, isn't it bad?" "It's okay, throw it in, pigs digest quickly." ... That evening, the container was almost full of food, and Fuya had to sit up straight inside. Even so, the murky food had soaked down to her snow-white neck, and the stench almost made her faint. The thought of her snow-white body being soaked in such filth, her lower body with the vibrator inserted even having been soaked in this dirty liquid, sticking to the vaginal walls, filled her with an inexplicable excitement that grew stronger and stronger. This was something she'd been dreaming of, she thought, writhing her body and rubbing against the now-deactivated vibrator. Waves of stimulation surged through her again. "Ah... um..." Finally, the restaurant closed. The bearded man, Ayao, and the two women deliberately stayed behind. Once everyone had left, they lifted the lid and saw Fuya sitting upright in the food, only her head sticking out. They burst into laughter. Wearing gloves, they pulled Fuya out and placed her in the oval container. Then, using a bucket, they poured the mixed food into Fuya's container until the food completely covered her body.Cover her up, leaving only her head peeking out from the edge. The iron container sat on the stove, the bearded man had turned on a low flame, and the food inside was slowly heating up, but not enough to burn her. "This is your bed tonight. Sleep well. We're leaving tomorrow morning; we're going to have a good day," said A-Yao, her gloved hand removing the vibrator from Fuya's lower body. The early winter morning was a bit chilly. On the windswept highway, a small truck carrying three cylindrical plastic barrels sped along. During the loading that morning, the unusual heaviness of one of the barrels, where Fuya was, aroused the driver's suspicion, but A-Yao quickly covered it up. Now, A-Yao and two women, one with long hair and the other with short hair, sat together in the truck bed, watching the barrel containing Fuya. The lid of the barrel was slightly ajar, allowing Fuya to breathe. While loading the barrels, Fuya was stripped naked. Her exposed skin was now intimately in contact with the murky liquid, making her feel sticky and nauseous. The pungent stench kept her alert. "Sister Yao, why are so many people going today?" the driver called out from the front. "Yeah, we're going to check on Ah Hong. Haven't seen her in a long time." The truck stopped in front of a dirt road, and the people on it unloaded the plastic barrels onto a handcart parked nearby. The road ahead was too rugged and muddy for the truck to pass. "Sister Yao, Ah Hong's place is behind the mountain, usually there's no one else there, right?" "That's why they choose this place." Ayao stopped and looked behind her. The road was no longer visible; all around were dense trees. She said, "From here on, there's usually no one. Let's fish that bitch out and tie her up." She pointed to a wooden pole on the handcart, originally used for securing things. "Should we parade her through the streets? Okay!" When Fuya was pulled out of the bucket, she was covered in foul-smelling liquid, her fair skin stained yellow from the food, and she reeked of an unpleasant odor. "It stinks, ugh, I wonder if she can ever get clean." The long-haired woman covered her nose and said. Fuya was tied to a wooden stake, her hands wrapped around the pole, bound there as if she were being paraded through the streets, her bare breasts and genitals enduring the cold wind. Although there was no one around, being tied up like this in the sunlight was still extremely stimulating for her. "Hmm, where should we go today?" After sleeping all night, Fuya's spirits were surprisingly high. "A good place, and there are two other people waiting. You said you'd pay according to the number of people who come, right?" Ayao replied. "Money is no problem, as long as you can let me have some fun." The rugged mountain path was uneven, and Fuya, bound there, had her full breasts trembling constantly. Her pretty face was full of anticipation. Thinking about what kind of torment she might be subjected to today, she felt a little wet in her lower body. Before long, the mountain path came to a close, where a small brick house stood. A woman in her forties was drying grain on the flat ground in front of the house. "Sister Yao, so early!" The woman spoke first upon seeing Yao. "Is that the woman you were talking about? She looks like a slut." "Yeah, she's been soaking herself all day. Now she's not just a slut, she's a stinking slut, haha..." As they approached, the middle-aged woman carefully examined the bound Fuya. "She has a great figure, a firm chest, a pert butt, and a slim waist. She's a real beauty. Isn't it a waste to ruin her like this... Hmm, wait, you look familiar. You are...?" The middle-aged woman stared intently at Fuya's face, seemingly trying to remember something. "What, do you know me?" Fuya asked first, seeing the middle-aged woman's appearance. "Ah!" the middle-aged woman exclaimed. "Ah Hong, come out quickly, see who's here." "Hmm?" A young woman in her twenties ran out of the house and asked as soon as she came out, "What's wrong? Sister Yao is here?" The middle-aged woman whispered something in her ear, and Ah Hong looked up at Fuya in surprise. After looking closely, she shouted, "That's right! It's you!" "What's wrong?" Fuya could feel her heart pounding. This was an affair, and if an acquaintance saw them... Ah Hong stared at Fuya's eyes and said, "Do you remember when you were a teenager, in People's Park, a little girl accidentally bumped her ice cream into a girl in a fancy dress, and the man next to that girl immediately slapped her? The girl's mother went up to protest but was also pushed down. That might not mean much to you, but how could my daughter and I forget such public humiliation?" Fuya thought for a moment, then shook her head and said, "That was my dad's bodyguard, right? I forgot. But if that's true, you can get your revenge today, hehe, I'll pay you." "First, let's give her a bath, this woman stinks," A-Yao said, breaking the awkward silence. "A bath? Let's use the tub we use to scald the pig, there's hot water right now," A-Hong said. ... In the steaming heat, Fuya stared at her own body. Such a bold act should only exist in dreams. She sighed; the heat seemed to remind her of many things. However, this opportunity was once in a lifetime. In this humiliation, a pleasure unlike her usual quiet life welled up within her. "So my body reacts so strongly to sex." She had fallen deeply in love with this unrestrained pleasure, like a long-term drug addict unable to extricate herself. "Mmm, rub harder, it feels so good." The rubbing of her sensitive areas brought her back to reality. She said to A-Hong, who was wiping her lower body with a towel, and couldn't help but moan. Under the dual stimulation of the heat and the rubbing, she felt a surge of heat throughout her body, and her cheeks unconsciously turned red. Beside Ahong, Ahong's mother looked at Fuya with disdain. The short-haired woman was recording with a digital video camera, recording all the exciting moments as Fuya had instructed. The long-haired woman and Ayao were helping Fuya wash up with soap. To them, it was just a transaction; as long as Fuya was happy, there was no grudge. "Finished washing? What do we do now?" Fuya blinked and asked with a smile. "You came here today to help me with farm work," Ahong said irritably. "Farm work? But we agreed that you were supposed to—" Before she could finish, Ahong interrupted rudely, "This is my place, and it's not up to a rich lady like you to interfere!" The middle-aged woman took out a small hemp rope, which Ahong snatched. She tied the rope tightly around the base of Fuya's breasts, making her soft breasts bulge out like two balloons hanging on her chest. The rough hemp rope dug deep into the tender white flesh. As she tied them up, she said, "These things are bigger than a sow's, they're obviously no good. Watch how I torment them, you'll regret having these two pieces of flesh." "Good sister, my little sister is very sensitive here, don't worry about tying them, look how red and comfortable they are, your little sister doesn't like it gentle, tying them until they burst is even better!" Fuya's face was full of seductive charm, she knew in her heart that the more she stimulated Ayao, the more suffering she would suffer. "Don't talk big, you use these breasts to help me pull feed to feed the pigs, hurry, the pigs are hungry." Ahong looked down on Fuya. The two ropes binding Fuya's breasts were connected to a small wooden cart behind her. The small wooden cart had four wheels and an iron bucket on it. At this moment, Fuya was like a donkey, with all four limbs on the ground, tied to the cart. Ayao filled the iron bucket with the delivered feed and said, "Alright, let's go." Ahong slapped Fuya's swollen breasts and said, "Let's go, we'll have to make many trips. What, you're reluctant to part with it, you spoiled young lady?" Fuya sighed and said, "Good sister, you want me to be a donkey, how can a donkey move if you don't hit it?" "Fine, you think your butt is too white, don't you?" Ahong found a forked leather whip and lashed it hard against Fuya's big buttocks. "Crack!" "Ah!" With a scream, Fuya struggled to crawl forward. There wasn't much on the cart, so pulling it wasn't difficult, but it was a test for her soft breasts. Fuya's entire breast was pulled backward, and the part that was constricted was red from congestion. Waves of pain surged into her mind, and at the same time, a wave of humiliating pleasure surged out, assaulting her mental defenses. The pigsty wasn't far from the cart, just behind the house, but Fuya walked very slowly, stopping frequently to catch her breath. Ah Hong followed behind with a whip, striking her with it at opportune moments to urge her to hurry. Seeing this, Ah Yao grabbed an electric vibrator and inserted it into Fuya's vagina. The familiar sensation stimulated Fuya's body, and she smiled, saying, "Sister Yao is so good, she understands me." With the vibrator and the whip, Fuya finally pulled the cart to the pigsty. A middle-aged woman waiting there emptied the contents of a metal bucket into the feeding trough. "Hurry up, Miss is useless, she can't even do this much work," the woman said, spitting on Fuya's back. "Quick, pull it back!" Ah Hong kicked the vibrator in Fuya's genitals, the vibrating head pressing against her cervix. The intense stimulation almost made Fuya cry out. She pulled the cart back. One trip, two trips, three trips… After about ten trips, finally, only the last bucket was left. Ah Hong kicked it hard and said, “Hurry up and pull!” The kick tilted the bucket, and Fuya fell to the side. The cart was on the way.The house tilted and collapsed. "Well, look what you've done!" Ah Hong lashed Fuya's back with a whip. "It's my fault, punish me, punish me!" Fuya sat up and looked at Ah Hong. "Punishment? I was going to have you pick it up, but I'll let it go since there's plenty of food today. But a beating is inevitable, thirty lashes, you can choose where you want it." "Can I ask someone to help?" "Help?" "Hmm..." Fuya beckoned Ah Yao and the long-haired woman over, whispered a few words to them, and Ah Yao and the long-haired woman immediately grabbed one of Fuya's legs, lifting her smooth, wet vulva upwards. "What? Hit here? Aren't you afraid of tearing it apart?" Ah Hong said, brandishing the whip in her hand. "Hmm, this is my most sensitive spot. I've always dreamed of being beaten so hard in my pussy that I pee...hehe, so if you can make me pee, I'll give you thirty lashes on my breasts too, okay?" Fuya's face was full of lewdness. "Okay!" Ah Hong laughed and lashed out, the whip landing precisely in the center of her vulva, striking the pink flesh inside with a loud thud. Fuya shuddered and stretched her neck. Before she could even cry out, the second lash landed accurately on her swollen clitoris, the intense stimulation causing Fuya's eyes to roll back. She let out a loud scream, but still praised Ah Hong for hitting her so hard, telling her to hit harder. The whipping continued, and her wet vulva splattered with vaginal fluid from the lashes, her pink labia quickly becoming red and swollen. Fuya, the daughter of a wealthy family, was always radiant and had a group of men following her around. They worshipped her like a fairy. The humiliation of being specifically whipped in the genitals gave Fuya a tremendous shock. A thought flashed through her mind: "What would the men who used to pursue her think if they saw her being whipped in the genitals? They'd definitely think she's so cheap. But she likes this feeling." After more than twenty lashes, Fuya screamed even louder. Suddenly, a stream of pale yellow liquid spurted from her lower body, landing on her buttocks, filling the air with a foul odor. "Haha, our noble lady peed! Look at her, like a pig!" Ah Hong laughed loudly. Fuya blushed with shame. Her lower body burned with pain, and urine flowed uncontrollably, the hot liquid bringing her a pleasurable sensation. "Alright, alright, pull her up. I'm going to teach those naughty breasts a lesson. Too bad she doesn't have any milk, otherwise I'd just squeeze out her stinky milk to clean the toilet." After the whipping, Fuya lay weakly on the ground, panting, drenched in sweat, her breasts and lower body covered in whip marks. Ayao squatted down and wiped Fuya's breasts with a damp cloth, saying, "Madam, do you like it like this? There's something even more intense coming up." Fuya blinked, smiling, and said, "Really? It's so exciting! You know, my breasts are very sensitive. If you can torture them even harder, it'll feel great. I even had two orgasms while being whipped." "This time I guarantee you'll be satisfied. You probably never thought that these pampered fat pieces of yours would almost burst one day," Ahong said with a smug look on her face. There was a small stream behind the house, with small fish swimming by from time to time. Several women came here, and Fuya was still naked. Ah Hong took out a long pair of embroidery needles, each threaded with string. She said to Fuya, "Think carefully, this is going to hurt a lot." "It's okay, look how firm they are, just think of it as a massage, but..." Fuya said. "But what?" "Don't show favoritism, my little hole is protesting! It's saying you only massage my breasts and not it!" "Haha, don't worry, it gets good treatment too." Ah Yao and Ah Hong each grasped one of Fuya's breasts, holding the embroidery needles, and pressed the shiny needles against Fuya's skin as if embroidering. "Madam, is it alright to pierce it like this?" Ah Yao hesitated. Fuya stared at the gleaming steel needles; this was the first time she'd experienced such torture, and she was worried about the risk of injury. But the thought of the intense pleasure of steel needles piercing her breasts made her heart pound. After a moment's thought, she said, "It's alright, go ahead and do it." Ayao exerted force, and the cold needles pierced her delicate skin. Fuya trembled; she could feel a chilling, bone-deep pain penetrating deep into her breasts. Yet, the stimulation of seeing her breasts being pierced gave her intense pleasure. "Hmph... I'd rather not get my needles dirty than stick them into this slut's breasts. These rich girls' breasts are all rotten water," Ahong cursed, still harboring resentment towards Fuya, as she continued piercing. She grabbed one of Fuya's breasts with one hand and quickly inserted the needles with the other, as if she were inserting a piece of pork. Fuya groaned in pain, gritting her teeth as she watched the needles being inserted into her breasts. Eight needles were inserted into each breast, arranged in a circle, making it look as if Fuya's breasts had grown thorns, or rather, been cut in two by steel needles. But that wasn't enough. Ah Hong and the others pinched Fuya's areolas and inserted a thin steel needle, passing it through one areola and out the other, piercing the entire breast. Fuya cried out in pain. The piercing of sensitive areas caused both agony and a deadly pleasure. Fuya felt her face burning, and looki

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