SM - The Nightmare of Self-Abusive Girls

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The Nightmare of a Self-Abusing Girl
(Excellent Psychological Description)
We'll find a point of convergence between fantasy and reality, giving you an unforgettable experience
. University life is very free. Jing and I rented a room together for easier self-bondage. That day, Jing and I went to the park. Jing joked, "We haven't self-bondaged since we came here. Next time we do, we'll leave the keys here."
This park is particularly chaotic at night; you often see groups of hooligans loitering around, and rape cases frequently occur. My first sexual experience was being raped, so the word "rape" terrifies me. I urged Jing to leave quickly, but she insisted I hide a few keys there. Although I didn't understand what she meant, I hid them anyway.
When Jing came back that day, I asked if I should try something new. I asked Jing what was going on, and she said she'd found another girl who also liked this and wanted to play with us. Having another partner would be great, so I agreed. That
night, Jing said to me, "We've already discussed it; the three of us will take turns. Tonight it's your turn." I asked Jing how. A-Jing told me, "Zhang Xu is waiting for you at the street corner behind us tonight. Tie yourself up and go find her. I gave Zhang Xu the key you hid; she'll take you out to play." I listened to A-Jing, and it was about time for me to tie myself up.
I inserted a dildo, about an inch thick, into my vagina. This dildo had many functions and was custom-made. The dildo was divided into two sections. Besides the normal vibration, the second setting could mimic a man's penis, moving back and forth inside my vagina. If my vagina wasn't lubricated, I would feel like I was being raped. Then, the two sections of the dildo could rotate in opposite directions, further deepening the stimulation and making me uncontrollably excited. The final setting had many contact points that could discharge electricity to my vagina and cervix. At this setting, regardless of whether my vagina was lubricated, I would feel like I was being raped when the electric shock started.
At the very front of the dildo, I added an iron ball, mimicking my iron chastity belt, with a probe at the very tip of the ball. The functions are similar. If I relax, the iron ball will repeatedly strike my cervix, and the probe at the tip of the iron ball will penetrate my cervix and enter the deepest part of my body to discharge electricity. When I relax, the iron ball and probe will abuse my uterus; if I tighten, the dildo will constantly play with my penis.
If all these functions are used inside my body, because I've experienced the effects of vaginal penetration, I don't think the pain from vaginal penetration would be more intense than this. A few days ago, A-Jing learned about the enema method. She insisted on inserting an anal plug into my anus, then filled a bag with some kind of liquid and connected it to the anal plug with a tube, hanging the bag on my back.
This way, when I turn on the anal plug, I'll be automatically penetrated while walking. Later, I made myself a tortoise shell bondage. Because I was doing it myself, I couldn't pull it tight no matter what I did. Before that, I soaked all the hemp rope in water, knowing that hemp rope shrinks and becomes very tight when dry.
I bound my legs tightly with rope. Since I only needed to walk 100 meters, I only left about three inches of rope between my feet. However, I had to be careful, as my binding method was intended to gradually reduce my walking ability. If I moved too vigorously, the three-inch rope would shrink back to my legs, firmly binding my feet together.
I put on shackles, with only three inches of chain between them. I wore shackles because I was afraid that in case of an emergency, I might try to break the rope. Even if I broke the rope, my feet would still be bound together, and I would be powerless to struggle. I also attached a pair of bells to the shackles. Now, whenever I move my feet, the bells will alert others to me. I thought that
if someone noticed me, I wouldn't be able to escape and would be powerless to resist. Even though I had martial arts training, these self-torture devices on my body would make me obediently submit to being manipulated. Thinking about this, my body started to heat up. But I still didn't want such an accident to happen. I tested the bells; they were very loud.
Then I made myself a breast-binding bra with a rope. I wrapped it around my breasts three times above and three times below, tying a knot after each wrap. This knot could only be tightened by pulling the rope to both sides; in other words, it would only tighten further and wouldn't loosen on its own. The last loop wrapped around my nipples, and I untied a section of the rope, which perfectly tucked my nipples inside.
Then I tightened the rope, and my two lovely nipples immediately became red, swollen, and swollen due to lack of blood circulation. I finally tied it behind my back. I then used another rope to pull the several loops of the breast-binding bra together between my breasts. Then I used two thin ropes to connect my nipples to the breast-binding bra from top to bottom. Immediately, my chest protruded forward, but because my nipples were bound in a cross shape with the rope, each breast was squeezed into four parts with my nipples as the center.
My nipples were now very uncomfortable; I couldn't move my upper body at all, otherwise my two swollen nipples would be in unbearable pain. I tied a rope to the top of my bra, around my shoulders, and secured it at the back. The bottom of the bra was connected to the ropes on my legs, which in turn were connected to the tortoise shell binding. Now, no matter which rope I pulled on, my breasts would be tormented in agony.
I also made a thong binding, with three ropes around my genitals that would later join the tortoise shell binding ropes to torment my genitals. I added many small sections to the ropes of the thong and tied it to the ropes on my bra and legs—this was what A-Jing taught me. This way, every step I took would cause extreme torment to my genitals and breasts.
I used a brass lock to lock my dildo and anal plug to the ropes that tormented my genitals. This way, the dildo and anal plug would remain inside my genitals until the lock was opened. Even if someone pulls them out while raping me, this serves as a reminder to men to insert them again after they're done. Because any man wouldn't refuse to let a beautiful, naked girl freely insert a dildo into his vagina without any consequences. This ensures that I will always endure the intense torment of the dildo and anal plug on my vagina, uterus, and anus.
Also, because removing it will be extremely painful, this prevents me from pulling it out myself before unlocking it due to discomfort. I hang my homemade power supply on my waist; this power supply can guarantee the dildo's operation for 48 hours. This time ensures continuous orgasms. The power switch is based on the human body and has several states.
One is "on," meaning the dildo will start working as soon as an object touches the switch. Another is "standby," meaning the dildo will automatically start working and playing with my vagina when I clench it tightly. Another function is that if I clench too tightly, the iron ball inside my body will automatically impact my uterus under the action of a rotating wheel, which I must carefully avoid.
There's another type that can be turned off. The dildo only stops working when the switch senses someone else's body; I can't turn it off myself. This ensures that if I can't bear it anymore, I'll have to find someone else to turn it off.
If I happen to find a man, then what will happen after it's turned off is that I, this pitiful, beautiful, and sexy naked girl, bound and restrained, wearing many self-torture toys to control my body, willingly and without the ability to resist, will be raped. This is the kind of accident I least want to happen. I've become very careful now.
Now I start to restrain A-Jing. I first inserted a vibrating bullet into A-Jing's vagina, and the bullet began to vibrate and play with A-Jing's vagina. I tied A-Jing's genitals and breasts together and connected the ropes. I made A-Jing ride on the rocking horse, and A-Jing placed her pitiful two petals on the upward-facing edge of the rocking horse and sat on it with a pained expression.
The so-called rocking horse was just a triangular piece of wood supported by four legs, with the sharpest point pointing upwards. When a girl sat on it, her two petals would sit precisely on the sharpest point, just like A-Jing was doing now. I also inserted an anal plug into A-Jing's anus.
I would let A-Jing experience the taste of intestinal obstruction. I hung a water bag from the ceiling, connecting it to the anal plug with a rubber tube. I added more than just soapy water to the water bag, because I had boiled chili peppers in this soapy water beforehand when A-Jing wasn't looking. After a while, the chili water would be poured into A-Jing's anus, which I thought would satisfy her.
Poor A-Jing didn't know at this time that she was going to have her intestines obstructed with chili water. I endured the torment of the ropes on my penis and genitals, and shackled A-Jing's feet with a pair of leg irons. Because I planned to keep A-Jing riding on the rocking horse until I returned, I didn't add any chains between the leg irons, so A-Jing's feet were now firmly shackled together.
I then hung a sandbag weighing forty or fifty pounds, which I had prepared under the rocking horse, between A-Jing's legs. This would inflict far more torture on A-Jing's private parts than she desired. I pushed over the stool under the sandbag, and A-Jing cried out in pain, demanding, "What did you hang under my feet?"
Because she was riding the rocking horse, A-Jing dared not move; every movement would cause her greater pain. I handcuffed A-Jing's hands behind her back, and she looked at me in panic, unsure of what else I was going to do. Beforehand, A-Jing and I had hung a rope from the ceiling beam, with one end tied to a heavy sandbag that had been placed on top of a wardrobe. The sandbag weighed about a hundred pounds. Now we would use this rope.
I tied the other end of the rope into a noose around A-Jing's wrists, and she immediately understood what I was about to do. A-Jing struggled to free her hands from the noose, but how could I let her go? I pulled the sandbag down from the top of the wardrobe. A-Jing was suddenly hoisted high up, her hands behind her back.
Sandbags were also hanging from her feet, so her body was pulled straight up by the two forces. Because she was still struggling, her body swayed back and forth on the rocking horse, but the more she swayed, the more painful it became because her private parts were rubbing against the edges of the horse.
A-Jing screamed for me to put her down. Annoyed, I shoved a gag into her mouth and then locked it behind her head. Now A-Jing couldn't speak anymore. Poor A-Jing glared at me hatefully, now motionless. I knew what she was thinking.
The ropes suspending her hands were connected by a lock near her wrists. Sometimes we would suspend ourselves, and when we couldn't bear it anymore, we would unlock the lock to free ourselves, so the key was always in the lock. She wanted to unlock it after I left.
I used a thin rope to tie the vibrating ball in A-Jing's private parts to the anal plug inserted in her anus, and then slowly tightened the rope. The anal plug and vibrating bullet gripped the tender flesh between A-Jing's vulva and anus tightly, rubbing against each other slowly as A-Jing's body swayed. A-Jing's pretty face was flushed, she was trying her best to endure this stimulation she had never experienced before.
I tied the rope to the rocking horse, so that if A-Jing swayed too much on the rocking horse, she would know what it meant to be attacked from both sides. I blindfolded A-Jing and tied her to her back so that I wouldn't be annoyed by seeing her.
Now it was my turn to give myself the final restraints. I first put on my coat and tied it around my waist. I put on a blindfold. This blindfold was different from others; in order to walk a bit further, I could still see some things after putting it on, but it was very limited, only about two or three meters in front of me. I put a gag in my mouth, tied it to the blindfold, tilted my face back, and tied it behind my bra. This way, I couldn't lower my head, and if I wanted to walk, I could only slowly and tentatively move forward.
I turned on the switch for A-Jing's rectal device. The slightly reddish chili-soapy water gushed into A-Jing's anus. A-Jing whimpered, realizing that what was being poured into her anus wasn't ordinary soapy water. She desperately twisted her poor buttocks. Even if A-Jing knew she'd been tricked
, what could she do? She could only wait for me to leave and use the key to unlock the ropes binding her, but I wouldn't give her that chance; I pulled the key out first. A-Jing suddenly panicked for some reason, which I found strange. Even if it was because of the soapy water, A-Jing knew I would be back soon and shouldn't be so flustered. But I couldn't think about that anymore. I turned on my enema, handcuffed my hands behind my back, and slowly and tentatively moved out the door.
I hadn't taken two steps before I realized how difficult it was for me not to touch the dildo inside my vagina. Because just the movement that had bound A-Jing, the dildo had already started vibrating inside my vagina. Now, I could only follow my own plan and tightly clamp the dildo with my delicate vagina because I couldn't back out now.
I've done a good job of restraining myself; stopping now is just a dream. According to my plan, the tighter I clench my vagina, the more intensely the dildo will manipulate my erection. I tried in vain to touch the power cord with my pitiful hands hanging behind my back.
It had no effect whatsoever; if it did, it only made the ropes tighten further. Because of this simple struggle, the dildo intensified inside my vagina, its two ends rotating in opposite directions. I tried my best to relax my vagina to reduce the stimulation from the dildo's rotation.
I carefully quickened my pace. Because the tube leading to my enema was frozen, I could feel the ice melting quickly under my body heat. I would have an enema in a very short time. If I hadn't found Zhang Xu by then, I would be very sad.
I looked helplessly ahead with my blurry eyes; everything was gray and indistinct. Because it was already very late, there were few passersby. Thankfully, there were few passersby, so I didn't encounter any accidents along the way. The streetlights seemed gray to me.
I carefully avoided each light, weaving through the shadows. Because of this, it took me much longer than I expected, and I was now terrified of the enema. A cool autumn breeze swept over my tightly bound body, and I felt my body grow even hotter. The dildo between my legs was throbbing incessantly. I slowly moved my feet, trying my best to overcome the instinct to clench my fists. I felt my semen flowing down my inner thighs.
The bells on my feet were deafening in the quiet night. For a moment, I instinctively wanted to turn back, but then the hot liquid flowing through the anal plug brought me back to my senses. I could hear the liquid gurgling from the drain tube connected to my anus.
I suddenly felt the urge to go to the toilet, but because my anus was firmly plugged, I could do nothing but hope the enema would be shorter. But the sensations inside my body were making me extremely uncomfortable. Wherever the enema fluid flowed, it burned and then caused excruciating pain.
It turned out that not only had I added seasoning to A-Jing's enema fluid, but the mischievous A-Jing had also added chili peppers to mine. Every breath I took triggered throbbing pains in my lower abdomen. With each breath, my breast-binding bra, designed to fit my own chest, constricted my breathing, making it difficult. Each breath sent a sharp, unbearable pain through my two small, pink nipples.
Copious amounts of sweat streamed down the ropes. My delicate skin, already chafed raw by the rough hemp ropes, was now soaked with sweat, the friction of the ropes causing itching and a stinging, needle-like pain. With every step I took, a trembling pain shot through my genitals, accompanied by the flow of my vaginal fluid. I felt increasingly uncomfortable; the short hundred meters felt like a mile.
I finally saw the corner through my semi-transparent blindfold. But what terrified me was that I didn't see a single person, not even Zhang Xu. Helplessly, I lay on the telephone pole, enduring the torture of various restraints on my body. My genitals were red and swollen from the friction of the ropes, and the rotation of the dildo had become a source of agony. My breasts, pulled forward by the ropes, gleamed proudly in the night, two engorged nipples.
Amidst this torment, I reached my first orgasm of the night. My body remained on the telephone pole, because if I fell to the ground, I wouldn't be able to stand up on my own. After the orgasm, I came to my senses and was thankful that no one had passed by during that time. I tried to see clearly with my narrow eyes, but still saw no one. I turned my body with difficulty and noticed that the ropes were still relentlessly pulling at my delicate nipples and cute little breasts, just as I had designed.
I turned around and saw a sign on the street that read, "Nan Nan and Zhang Xu aren't coming back. I didn't let her come here. You have to find the key yourself in the park. – A Jing."
Seeing this felt like being struck by lightning; I was stunned, realizing how vast the city was, far beyond my imagination. I didn't want to go back because A Jing was also suspended, and my hands, bound, couldn't free her. Now, I had to get the key myself.
My tension made me unconsciously tighten the dildo, which automatically increased its intensity. The tip of the dildo moved in and out of my vagina, every second feeling like someone was passionately loving me. Worse still, the dildo caused the ropes to tighten and loosen, stimulating me. The alternating tension of the ropes on my body made it hard to endure. The ropes rubbed against my delicate skin, each rub making me regret binding me so tightly.
I was about two hundred meters from the park. Those two hundred meters seemed as far as the ends of the earth. I weakly twisted my legs and walked towards the park. Throughout the journey, I experienced continuous orgasms, the semen flowing down to my knees. I had to stop with every step, otherwise the relentless orgasms would drive me mad.
I finally reached the park, and the feeling became unbearable. I pressed myself against a wall, feeling another orgasm. The cramps in my lower abdomen had become excruciating. My breathing became rapid as I struggled to free my hands from the ropes and handcuffs tightly binding my back,
and to remove the tube leading to my anus. But it was all in vain; the ropes and handcuffs held my slender hands firmly behind my back, making it impossible to break free. Just as I was struggling desperately, the dildo inserted between my legs increased its intensity. A shocking electric current pierced through my vagina and uterus.
I felt a jolt, and semen gushed out like water from a fire truck. My body curled forward, and I involuntarily tightened my grip on the dildo. But the tighter I tightened, the greater the stimulation from the electric current and the dildo's thrusting. I writhed and groaned.
Just as I was struggling, someone approached. I endured the waves of sensation in my body and curled up, inching deeper into the park. My exposed feet, beneath my coat, gave me away. With every step I took, the bell rang incessantly; I hated those bells. But how could I possibly walk fast with only a three-inch rope between my legs? I hadn't gone far when the person behind me caught up.
I heard him say, "Miss, what's that on your mouth?" I felt both ashamed and anxious, too ashamed to turn around. I tried desperately to move, but it was futile, only increasing my allure.
He grabbed me from behind, and as soon as he did, I realized my hands were bound behind my back. I felt even more humiliated and could only close my eyes and resign myself to fate. After all, I had offered myself up. He then called another person to drag me into the shadows. I felt my coat being pulled off, and four large hands groping and twisting my naked body. Then, the thing between my legs was also discovered.
My eyes were tightly closed, my face flushed with shame. Someone was pulling a dildo between my legs. It felt like a real penis being penetrated; each movement of the dildo caused a strong reaction in my body. I stood there helplessly, twisting my body, feeling the dildo thrusting in and out of my vagina.
Just then, I heard someone shout, "What are you doing?" The two people holding me scattered. I let out a long sigh. Because I was still standing, and more importantly, I didn't know who it was, and I didn't want anyone to see me like this. My remaining gaze fell on a small path leading to an unknown place. I turned and walked quickly towards it.
Then, a mistake I would never forget occurred. In my haste to turn around, I accelerated my thrusting. The metal ball at the front of the dildo, driven by the rotating wheel, mercilessly slammed into my cervix. The probe at the front of the metal ball penetrated deeply into my uterus. The probe began to discharge electricity inside my uterus. The metal ball, as I had planned, repeatedly struck my cervix, and the probe emitted a dizzying electric current deep inside my body.
No girl could endure this torture. I was no exception. Although I had designed it myself, I really didn't want it to work at this moment. My body became limp and powerless under the stimulation of the electric current. Every fixed time, my body would arch back from the stimulation of this dildo.
I slumped weakly on the cold ground. I heard several people gather around, and someone said, "Look at this chick, she's pretty good-looking, and her breasts are quite big. She's tied up tightly. Good."
I knew immediately that I had encountered no good people again. I begged them, but my mouth was gagged and I couldn't say a word. Someone untied the ropes on my penis and played with it. What happened next is unnecessary to describe. Several men first pulled the dildo out between my legs. Because the dildo was locked to the ropes, every time it was pulled out a little, I felt like someone was splitting my legs with a knife.
Several men took turns pressing me down, and because I had already leaked a lot of vaginal fluid before, I didn't feel any pain at this time. What humiliated me most was that I was initially powerless to refuse, which allowed them to do as they pleased, but after they had played with me for a while, I actually had an orgasm.
A girl's orgasm can't be hidden from a man, and they quickly noticed. While they were playing with me, they said, "Brother, you're pretty good, aren't you? You came so quickly."
I blushed deeply, but I was still unconsciously twisting my body, my legs clamping tighter and tighter. My orgasms came one after another. Finally, they had enough, and one of them said to his companion, "I've seen this woman before. She studies at a university nearby and lives not far from here. I wonder why she's tied up like this today?"
I couldn't answer that question, and I didn't want them to know who I was. I heard someone answer, "I heard some girls at their school are weird and like to tie themselves up like dumplings. Is she one of them?"
Then someone else said, "Then let's send her back. We can go find them whenever we're bored." The voice from before strongly objected, "That won't do! What if she reports us?" "Those who do this are shameful. Look at this girl, she's not a virgin anymore. Who knows how many times she's been used because of this? She's afraid we'll spread it around. Otherwise, how could she face anyone?" Apparently, the others agreed with this, so they lifted me up again and took me home.
When I left, I hadn't locked the door for convenience when I came back; I only turned the handle to the locked position for A-Jing's safety. The door wouldn't open if the handle wasn't turned.
Soon we arrived at my rented place. Someone knocked on the door. But Ah Jing was still struggling in pain, so who would come to pick me up? A long time passed, and someone grew impatient, discovering that the door could be opened by simply turning the doorknob. I was led into the yard. The yard was quiet; there hadn't been any movement for so long. Only faint moans could be heard. Even I, in the gaps between my struggles of pain and pleasure, could hear them. Poor Ah Jing, too.
I heard someone say, "There's another one here," and I knew Ah Jing wouldn't escape this fate either. I was led into the house. Someone said, "Only the two of them live here. Lock the door
and we'll be fine." Someone actually went to lock the door, and I heard the heavy thud of the gate being locked. Someone whispered, "Keep it down, there are neighbors."
Perhaps for inconvenience, my blindfold was removed. I saw Ah Jing still pitifully on the swing. Ah Jing's private parts were red and swollen, just like mine. However, I had been played with by these men for too long, while A-Jing's private parts were rubbed red and swollen from being on the rocking horse for so long. A-Jing heard the men's conversation and knew things were going badly, but she was powerless to do anything about it.
Perhaps because she had been suspended for so long, when I came out, A-Jing was curled up, tilting her arms to ease the torment on her private parts. Now, A-Jing's body was suspended straight on the rocking horse, completely still, only occasionally moaning. She didn't struggle at all, even though she sensed the men's ill intentions.
The men probably found untying the ropes too troublesome, so they found a pair of scissors and cut the ropes binding A-Jing's body, letting her down. Because she had been suspended on the rocking horse and her stomach had been chapped for so long, A-Jing remained motionless even with her legs spread, letting the men place her side-by-side with me.
I touched A-Jing with my body. A-Jing had also practiced martial arts, and I thought that if A-Jing could make a lot of noise, she might scare them away, since there were only four or five of them. Ah Jing, having been bound for so long, only began to slowly move her rope-bound legs after the men entered her body. But it was to no avail; their penises had already forcefully entered her untouched genitals, firmly controlling her. Ah Jing
's legs, rather than struggling, were more like wrapped around the men, increasing her allure. Even so, one man took a rope from the corner and tied Ah Jing's legs in a wide V-shape to the headboard. The man's body thrust rapidly inside Ah Jing. With each thrust, Ah Jing would squeeze out a groan from her gagged mouth. Because it was her first time, Ah Jing's body trembled violently. The men, realizing she was a virgin, took turns pressing down on her.
Because her eyes were blindfolded, Ah Jing couldn't see who had taken her virginity.
The first man rolled off Ah Jing and rested beside me. He exclaimed in surprise, "Look at these two sluts, each with a bag hanging from their shoulder and a tube connected to their anus."
The man, kneeling on my other side, curiously grabbed my anal plug and pulled it out forcefully. My stomach had been hurting for a long time, but I couldn't defecate because of the plug. With that, I couldn't hold it in any longer. A "plop" sound came out of my anus, spraying right onto the man's hand.
Only then did the men realize that the bags hanging from our shoulders were for urination. After relieving myself, my lower abdomen felt relieved, and I kicked my legs hard behind me, landing squarely on the man's stomach. This knocked him off the bed. The man cried out, "Ouch, this slut's got some nerve."
I was furious and rolled over to kick him again. But there were two other men beside me, and before I could kick them, they pinned me down. One of them grabbed my buttocks and twisted them, and I immediately felt so weak I couldn't move. The man I kicked off the bed grabbed a rope from the corner and tied it to the headboard, then looped it around my neck and attached it to the bed frame.
My body was now stretched taut by the two ropes, unable to bend at all. I truly hated them for not taking the ropes away properly. The men sat up from my body and discussed how to deal with me.
One man came up with a truly despicable idea. He clamped the end of the enema tube that Ah Jing used with a clip, pulled it out, and inserted it into the bag. Then, to my horror, I saw the man insert that end through the round hole in the center of my gag, all the way down to my throat.
I desperately shook my head from side to side. But my gag was taut with the ropes around my body, and there was still a rope around my neck tethered to the headboard. What good were my struggles? The man held my head down and pushed the enema tube all the way down my throat. I felt waves of nausea and tried desperately to vomit the tube out.
But the intestinal tube was deeply inserted into my throat through the gag, and I was powerless to stop it. The man removed the clamp. I could see streams of a yellowish-green liquid flowing from the intestinal tube into my throat.
I turned my head to the other side, but it didn't help. A foul-smelling, hot, and pungent soup mixed with some solid particles flowed into my throat. I switched to breathing through my nose, watching as the soup finally stopped flowing. Seeing that he hadn't managed to force it down, the man pushed the intestinal tube deeper into my throat.
He didn't stop until it reached my esophagus. I couldn't control myself anymore; my esophagus throbbed, and I watched as the soup flowed from A-Jing's anus into my throat. That annoying A-Jing must have felt relieved at this moment, because I saw her abdomen contracting forcefully, trying her best to expel the liquid from her body. Most of the soup went down my esophagus, but a few drops flowed back into my mouth and dribbled out of the corners of my mouth.
A man refilled the bag hanging around my body with water and hung it up again, then inserted the anal plug into my anus. Now, not only was my mouth being filled, but I was also being enemasted again. The water flowed quickly and was soon poured into my anus.
The men weren't finished yet; they found a water dispenser bucket. They filled the bucket with water, inserted the other end of the enema tube into the opening, drilled a hole in the bottom, and hung it from the ceiling. The men surrounded me, watching me as I struggled to twist my body to avoid the two tubes.
The men didn't loosen their restraints. My movements not only increased my arousal but also brought me more unbearable pain and pleasure. I was now sweating not only from the enema but also from the semen I expelled during my urges. These gathered together below my body, forming a human shape.
A man, seemingly out of nowhere, went to the kitchen, retrieved a large amount of cooking spices, stood on the table, and poured them into the upside-down bucket. In a very short time, I could feel the seasonings adding a different flavor to the water inside my body.
This experience was even more intense than the chili water Ah Jing had given me. The pain in my lower abdomen quickly spread throughout my body. At this point, I was in so much pain that I didn't want to move. Seeing that I was no longer writhing, a man inserted the dildo hanging from my lower body back into my vagina.
The dildo was inserted all the way to the deepest part of my body. The iron ball at the front of the dildo, driven by the rotating wheel, relentlessly slammed into my cervix. The probe at the front of the iron ball was deeply inserted into my uterus through the cervix. The probe discharged electricity inside my uterus. The iron ball, according to my design, struck my cervix again and again, and the probe emitted a dizzying electric current deep inside my body.
Each insertion sent me to hell and then brought me back to heaven. No girl could endure this kind of torture. I was no exception. Every time the dildo was inserted into my body, I would first arch my body backward, my lower abdomen protruding high; then, driven by the dildo, I would curl up forward, squeezing my lower abdomen that was being filled with water. I kept wriggling my body like that.
Several men then used electrical wires to shock my testicles, eventually tying one end of the wire to my testicles and the other end to a power source attached to my body. They stood by and watched me writhe under the shocks. I went from heaven to hell in this way. I hadn't eaten much to begin with, and after being force-fed A-Jing's feces for so long, my stomach was already full.
With each wave of nausea, I tried to vomit A-Jing's feces. But with a tube in my throat, I couldn't vomit it out. With each contraction of my stomach, A-Jing's feces were pushed back through the tube.
Finally, even the partially digested food in my stomach was pushed back down along with A-Jing's feces. While I was pushing, A-Jing could feel something being forced into her anus, and she would then expel it back to me. This continued, one moment I was giving A-Jing an enema, and the next A-Jing was using her feces to wash my stomach. A large puddle of a mixture of sweat and semen flowed down A-Jing's body.
Several men, having finished playing with A-Jing, stood beside me watching as I was forcibly forced to swallow A-Jing's feces. The bucket hanging from the ceiling was half empty, the water flowing very slowly. My lower abdomen bulged high, the mixture of seasonings entering my large intestine from my anus, then, as my large intestine was full, being forced into my small intestine.
One man triumphantly held up a tool whose purpose I didn't understand, saying to the others, "Look, this is a catheter." It turned out that A-Jing had bought it, and now they had discovered it. This catheter was brutally inserted into my bladder at the worst possible time. Just like it was my first time having an enema, they didn't know the proper use of a catheter.
The insertion was excruciating, like they were inserting an iron pipe into my urethra. With each inch the catheter was inserted into my body, my already weakened body would tense up. It felt like an eternity; now, any stimulation brought me boundless pain. Because of the pain in my lower abdomen, I couldn't move at all, and the pain from the ropes had lessened considerably. My stomach was convulsing, and I was struggling to breathe through my tightly bound chest, while the electric current and the stimulation of the enormous dildo simultaneously plunged me into hell.
Soon, my bladder filled with water, and I groaned through gritted teeth.
The door opened again, and several men hid in the next room. It turned out that A-Jing had sent Zhang Xu to find us.
Zhang Xu hadn't noticed the men hiding in the next room. She went straight to the bed, finding our pitiful state amusing. Of course, she didn't know we'd been put in this state by others. Zhang Xu shook me and pushed A-Jing. We were both too painful to move. I wanted to tell Zhang Xu there were still people in the room, but my mouth was gagged. I barely opened my eyes to give Zhang Xu a look, but somehow my blindfold was back on. I could only shake my head weakly.
Zhang Xu misunderstood my actions, thinking I was blaming her for being late. Zhang Xu laughed like a silver bell, and said to us, who were disappointed again, "Haven't you two had enough fun yet? I'll join you."
Zhang Xu locked the yard gate, went back into the house, and took off her clothes. Under the light, Zhang Xu's smooth skin appeared even whiter. Zhang Xu took off all her clothes, and through the semi-transparent blindfold, I could see every detail of her body in the mirror on the wall. Zhang Xu stood at the head of our bed, curiously looking at the tube sticking out of A Jing's anus. Through the tube, I could see my mouth.
Zhang Xu said, "Ugh, you two are so disgusting. You even use A Jing's excrement to wash your stomach. And look how big your belly is, with such a big bucket hanging down. Be careful not to fill your intestines up and no one will marry you. You even have a dildo inserted into yourself. This dildo is really quite fun; it even moves. It goes in and out."
I blushed deeply at Zhang Xu's words, and Zhang Xu mischievously nudged the dildo inserted into my private parts with her hand. The dildo pressed against my uterus with Zhang Xu's movements, sending waves of indescribable pain deep within my body. Stimulated by the pain, I arched my back. As
I writhed in agony, Zhang Xu, amused, grabbed the protruding brass ring of the dildo and played with it, thrusting it in and out. Because the dildo was quite thick, it was gripped tightly inside me, requiring considerable force to insert it smoothly each time.
I was already exhausted, but the penetration aroused me again. My vaginal fluids flowed uncontrollably, wetting Zhang Xu's hands. Disgusted, Zhang Xu released her hands and spread her legs, taunting me. Although I couldn't see the room next door, I could imagine those men standing in front of the window watching this rare scene.
I couldn't bear it any longer. My stomach clenched, and I vomited up A Jing's feces again. The colorful liquid flowed through the tube towards A Jing's anus, only to be quickly forced back into my mouth by A Jing's contractions.
Zhang Xu was stunned. After a long while, he finally managed to utter a few words: "You can play like this?" Zhang Xu shook his head, looking incredulous.
Zhang Xu took out shackles from his satchel and put them on his feet. He then took out a gag. Unlike mine, the gag had a rubber tube at the back. The rubber tube was very flexible and could hold the gag in his mouth. Zhang Xu put the gag over his head, with the rubber tube behind his head and the gag on his chin. He could still speak temporarily, but when he opened his mouth wide, the gag would fall into his mouth, thus gagging him.
Zhang Xu said, "I'll play with you for a while too,"
and then took out a rope. Zhang Xu folded the rope in half, wrapped it around his chest once, then passed it under his armpits, and wrapped it around his chest again. He tied the rope behind his back. The excess rope draped over his shoulders and tied the two ropes together between his breasts. A simple fermented bean curd bra was thus made. Zhang Xu's breasts were larger than mine and A Jing's. Once bound, they resembled two small hills, adding to their allure.
Zhang Xu spread the ropes to the left and right, subjecting her breasts to some torture as well. Finally, she tied the ropes together behind her back. Zhang Xu threaded the handcuffs through the ropes behind her back and secured them. She glanced to the left and right; there was a stun gun in the corner. She hadn't worn any extra chains on her legs, so she had to twist her legs to reach the corner.
Zhang Xu picked up the stun gun and clipped the three wires to her breasts and vulva. The stun gun was something A Jing and I used to joke around with, so the voltage was quite high. Zhang Xu flipped the switch, and her pretty face immediately flushed red. The battery box was attached to her chest.
People who enjoy bondage share a common hobby: creating challenges for themselves to increase the difficulty of their struggle to escape. Zhang Xu removed the keys to the handcuffs and shackles and left them far away in the pitch-black courtyard. Zhang Xu reached behind her back and handcuffed her hands. Zhang Xu turned around and slowly moved to the bedside. While experiencing wave after wave of electric shocks on my private parts and **, she triumphantly bent down and used her handcuffed hands to remove the blindfold from my face.
I felt a sudden light before my eyes and quickly gave Zhang Xu a weak, panicked look. Zhang Xu was startled and looked behind her. Several men were standing in the doorway. Zhang Xu opened her mouth in panic. She had forgotten that she was completely naked.
But before she could even scream, the gag was inserted into her cherry-like mouth as she wished. The gag was just the right size, sealing the opening perfectly. The key had just been thrown into the yard, and with the men standing at the door, they couldn't remove the gag without letting go of her hands.
But to get the key, she would have to pass through the men. How could a naked girl, handcuffed and shackled, possibly get close to these strange men? Zhang Xu groaned and tried to hide behind the bed. How big could a room of a dozen square meters be? Before Zhang Xu could even move to the back of the bed, several men had already grabbed her and placed her on the bed.
Zhang Xu had truly delivered himself to their mercy. Several men ruthlessly stripped off their clothes, taking turns inserting their penises into Zhang Xu's anus. Zhang Xu writhed violently on the bed, beads of sweat dripping from his body.
One man exclaimed gleefully, "Two out of the three are still virgins, this is awesome!"
That man recklessly thrust into Zhang Xu with exaggerated force. Zhang Xu writhed beneath him, turning his head to the side. Having just bound himself, Zhang Xu's anus was completely dry. With each frenzied thrust, Zhang Xu's face and body ached and sweated.
The first man watched Zhang Xu for about twenty minutes. Seeing that Zhang Xu kept turning his face away, he pulled Zhang Xu's head to the headboard and tied it up face up. After a while, probably about to ejaculate, he pulled out his penis and ejaculated a stream of hot, foul-smelling, white semen into the center of Zhang Xu's gag.
Zhang Xu's mouth was gagged, leaving him helpless as the semen shot into his mouth. One man left, another came up, still showing no mercy as he relentlessly pounded into her. Zhang Xu writhed on the bed, unable to utter a sound. Any utterance would send semen gushing down her throat.
The men ravaged Zhang Xu for about an hour, then ejaculated into her mouth. The last man, satisfied, climbed off Zhang Xu's naked body, noticing she hadn't swallowed a drop of semen, and pinched her nose. Zhang Xu struggled desperately to free
her hands behind her back, but the handcuffs remained firmly in place. Blood gushed from between her legs, mixed with semen. Even if a girl doesn't consent, being ravaged for so long will inevitably cause her to arouse. Zhang Xu,
pale from the intense pain, rolled around on the bed. After a while, she couldn't hold her breath any longer, and with each inhale, a mouthful of semen gushed down her throat. This time, she couldn't refuse. After greedily swallowing the men's semen, Zhang Xu took a deep breath.
The night was long, but the three of us had been violated multiple times, and it was already quite bright in the east. The men didn't dare linger, but they didn't leave Zhang Xu unattended before they left. They lifted Zhang Xu's limp body, which was utterly exhausted from the pain. Zhang Xu's delicate, recently violated genitals were placed on the upward-facing corner of a wooden horse, and her hands were suspended from the ceiling by a rope threaded through a beam. The other end of the rope held a sandbag—the same one I used to hang A Jing last night, about a hundred pounds.
Zhang Xu's thin body was stretched ramrod straight, her hands hanging upwards behind her back. Finally, another sandbag was added between Zhang Xu's shackles. Zhang Xu was thus suspended and straddled the wooden horse. This position was extremely uncomfortable; if she relaxed, she would be suspended, but if she struggled, the horse would rub against her genitals. Zhang Xu, tears streaming down her face, bowed her head in agony. Finally, the men left. The three of us continued to be tortured by these instruments.
The agonizing night finally passed. My stomach was filled with fluid, rendering me completely immobile. Sometimes I even wondered why my stomach hadn't burst open. The dildos around me continued to writhe, intensifying the pain. I couldn't move at all. Zhang Xu was firmly suspended. I believe that even if she thought of breaking free, the torment in her private parts would make her give up the idea.
In the end, it was A Jing who slowly recovered. A Jing first loosened the ropes on her feet, then removed the anal plug from her rectum. At that moment, I felt like the world had changed; a large amount of feces gushed from my stomach, making me feel much better. A Jing found her key and unlocked the ropes binding her. Then she let Zhang Xu down. I was the last to be freed. A Jing found my key in the park, and finally, I was free too. By this time, because I had been bound for so long, my body was covered with deep marks left by the ropes.
Because of what happened that night, the three of us could no longer stay in this city. The next day, A Jing and Zhang Xu discussed transferring schools with the school. A week later, we found a new school in a southern city. A-Jing and Zhang Xu started school there a month later.
During that month, those hooligans bothered us several more times, but this time we finally got our revenge. A-Jing took a baseball bat and beat them up, leaving them bruised and battered, finally realizing how powerful we were. The funny thing was, because they were beaten up by girls, they were too ashamed to complain and had to accept their bad luck.
That night, I ingested a large amount of a mixture and was sick for over a month. Two months later, I also started school at my new school. From that point on, we never dared to be so wild and reckless during our university years, and things remained peaceful until we graduated and found jobs. Later, I asked Zhang Xu how it felt. What did he say? Zhang Xu said, "What did it feel like? Just pain, and more pain. I only came on the rocking horse. It wasn't as good as when I was restrained." From that moment on, none of us wanted men to join our group anymore. From then on, my partner grew from one to two.
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University life was very free. A-Jing and I rented a room together for easier self-bondage. That day, A-Jing and I went to the park. A-Jing joked, "We've never self-bondaged since we came here. Next time we do, we'll leave the keys here."
This park was particularly chaotic at night; I often saw groups of thugs loitering around, and rapes frequently occurred. My first sexual experience was being gang-raped, so the word "rape" terrified me. I urged A-Jing to leave quickly, but she insisted I hide a few keys there. Although I didn't understand what she meant, I hid them anyway.
When A-Jing came back that day, I asked if I should try something new. I asked A-Jing what was going on, and she said she'd found another girl who also liked this and wanted to play with us. Having another partner was great, so I agreed. That night, A-Jing said to me, "We've already discussed it. The three of us will take turns doing it; tonight it's you." I asked A-Jing how. A-Jing told me, "Zhang Xu is waiting for you at the street corner behind us tonight. Tie yourself up and go find her. I gave Zhang Xu the key you hid; she'll take you out to play." I listened to A-Jing, and when it was almost time, I started to tie myself up.
I inserted a dildo, about an inch thick, into my vagina. This dildo had many functions; it was custom-made. The dildo was divided into two sections. Besides the normal vibration, the second section could mimic a man's penis, moving back and forth inside my vagina. If my vagina wasn't lubricated, I would feel like I was being raped. Then, the two sections could rotate in opposite directions, further deepening the stimulation and making me uncontrollably excited. The final section had many contact points that could discharge electricity to my vagina and cervix. At this point, regardless of whether my vagina was lubricated, I would feel like I was being raped when the electric shock started. At the very front of the dildo, I added an iron ball, mimicking my iron chastity belt, with a probe at the very tip of the ball. The functions are similar. If my vagina relaxes, the iron ball will repeatedly strike my cervix, while the probe at the tip of the ball will penetrate the cervix and enter the deepest part of my body to discharge electricity. Thus, if I relax my vagina, the iron ball and probe will abuse my uterus; if I tighten my vagina, the dildo will continuously play with it. If all these functions were used inside my body, given my experience of gang rape, I don't think the pain from that could be more intense.
A few days ago, A-Jing learned about the enema method. She insisted on inserting an anal plug into my anus, then filled a bag with some kind of liquid and connected it to the anal plug with a tube, hanging the bag on my back. This way, when the anal plug is turned on, I will be automatically enemaed while walking.
Then I made myself a tortoise shell binding. Since I was making it for myself, I couldn't pull it too tight no matter what I did. Before doing this, I soaked all the hemp rope in water, because hemp rope shrinks and becomes very tight once it dries. I bound my legs with rope, because I only needed to walk 100 meters, so I only left about three inches of rope between my feet. However, I had to be careful, because my binding method was intended to gradually reduce my ability to walk. If I moved too vigorously, this three-inch rope would shrink onto my legs, thus binding my feet tightly together.
I put on shackles, with only three inches of iron chain between them. The reason I wore shackles was in case I had an accident and tried to wear through the rope. Even if I did break the rope, my feet would still be bound together and I would still be unable to struggle. I also attached a pair of bells to the shackles. Now, whenever I move my feet, the bells will alert others to me. I realized that if someone discovered me, I wouldn't be able to escape or resist. Even though I've studied martial arts, these self-torture devices on my body would make me obediently submit to anyone's will. Thinking about this made my body heat up. However, I still didn't want such an accident to happen. I tested the bell; it was very loud.
Then I made myself a breast bra with a rope. I wrapped it around my breasts three times above and three times below, tying a knot after each wrap. This knot could only be tightened by pulling the rope to both sides; in other words, it would only tighten further and wouldn't loosen on its own. The last loop covered my nipples. I untied a section of the rope, which perfectly tucked my nipples inside. Then I tightened the rope, and my two lovely nipples immediately became red, swollen, and swollen due to lack of blood circulation. I finally tied it behind my back. I then used another rope to pull the breast bra together from between my breasts, connecting the loops of rope. Then I used two thin ropes to connect my nipples to the breast bra, one above the other. My chest immediately bulged forward, but because my nipples were bound in a cross shape with rope, each breast was further divided into four parts centered on my nipple. My nipples were in great pain; I couldn't move my upper body at all, or my two swollen nipples would be unbearably painful. I tied a rope to the top of my bra, around my shoulders, and secured it at the back. The bottom of the bra was connected to the rope on my legs, and then to the tortoise shell binding. Now, no matter which rope I pulled on, my two nipples would be tormented in agony. I also made a thong binding, with three ropes around my genitals that would later torment my genitals along with the ropes of the tortoise shell binding. I added many small sections to the ropes of the thong and tied it together with the ropes on my bra and legs—this was what A-Jing taught me. This way, every step I took would cause extreme torment to my genitals and breasts.
I used a brass lock to secure my dildo and anal plug to the ropes that were tormenting my genitals. This way, the dildo and anal plug will remain in my vagina until the lock is unlocked. Even if someone pulls them out during my rape, it serves as a reminder for men to reinsert them afterward. No man would refuse to have a dildo inserted into the vagina of a beautiful, naked woman without consequences, ensuring I endure the intense torment of the dildo and anal plug on my vagina, uterus, and anus at all times. Furthermore, the pain of removal prevents me from pulling the dildo out before the lock is unlocked.
I attach my homemade power supply to my waist, which provides 48 hours of continuous operation for the dildo, guaranteeing me constant orgasms. The power switch is human-sensing, with several modes: "on" – the dildo activates whenever an object touches it; "standby" – the dildo automatically activates when my vagina is clenched; and "internal" – if I clench too tightly, an internal metal ball will automatically strike my uterus via a rotating wheel, which I must carefully avoid. There's another type that can be turned off. The dildo only stops working when the switch senses someone else's body; I can't turn it off myself. This ensures that if I can't bear it anymore, I'll have to find someone else to turn it off. If I happen to find a man, the only thing that will happen after it's turned off is that I, a pitiful, beautiful, and sexy naked girl who is firmly bound and has many self-torture tools to control my body, willingly giving up the ability to resist, will be raped. This is the kind of accident I least want to happen. I've become very careful now.
Now I start binding A-Jing. I first inserted a vibrating bullet into A-Jing's vagina, and the bullet started vibrating and playing with A-Jing's vagina. I tied A-Jing's genitals and breasts together and connected the ropes. I made A-Jing ride on the rocking horse. A-Jing placed her poor two petals on the upward-facing edge of the rocking horse and sat down with a painful expression. The so-called rocking horse is just a triangular piece of wood supported by four legs, with the sharpest edge pointing upwards. When the girl sits on it, the center of her two petals is exactly on the edge. Just like A-Jing is now.
I inserted another anal plug into A-Jing's anus. I'll let A-Jing experience the taste of intestinal torment. I hung the water bag from the ceiling, connecting it to the anal plug with a rubber tube. I added more than just soapy water to the water bag, because I had boiled chili peppers in this soapy water beforehand when A-Jing wasn't looking. After a while, the chili water will be poured into A-Jing's anus, which I think will satisfy her. Poor A-Jing doesn't know yet that she's going to have her intestines tormented with chili water.
I endured the torment of the ropes on my nipples and genitals, and shackled A-Jing's feet with a pair of leg irons. Because I planned to keep A-Jing riding the rocking horse until I returned, I didn't add any chains between the leg irons, so A-Jing's feet were now firmly shackled together. I also hung a sandbag weighing forty or fifty pounds, which I had prepared under the rocking horse, between A-Jing's feet. This way, the torment A-Jing's genitals would be far greater than she wanted.
I pushed over the stool under the sandbag. A-Jing cried out in pain, demanding, "What did you hang under my feet?" Because she was riding the rocking horse, A-Jing dared not move; every movement intensified the pain in her private parts. I handcuffed A-Jing's hands behind her back. A-Jing looked at me in panic, unsure of what else I was going to do. Beforehand, A-Jing and I had hung a rope from the rafters, one end of which was tied to a heavy sandbag that had been placed on top of the wardrobe. The sandbag weighed about 100 pounds. Now we'd use this rope. I tied the other end of the rope into a noose around A-Jing's wrists. A-Jing immediately understood what I was about to do. She struggled to free her hands from the noose, but how could I let her go? I pulled the sandbag down from the top of the wardrobe. A-Jing was instantly suspended high in the air, her hands behind her back. But I had also hung sandbags under her feet, so her body was now pulled straight up by the two forces above and below. Because she was still struggling, her body swayed back and forth on the rocking horse, but because her private parts were rubbing against the edges of the rocking horse, the more she swayed, the more painful it became. A-Jing shouted to put me down, but I got annoyed and shoved a gag into her mouth, then locked it behind the back of her head. Now A-Jing couldn't speak anymore. Poor A-Jing glared at me hatefully, now she was motionless.
I knew what she was thinking. The ropes suspending her hands were connected by a lock near her wrists. Because sometimes we would suspend ourselves, and when we couldn't bear it anymore, we would unlock the lock so we could get free, so the key was always in the lock. She wanted to unlock the lock after I left. I used a thin rope to tie the vibrating ball in A-Jing's private parts and the anal plug inserted in her anus together, and then slowly tightened the rope. The anal plug and vibrating bullet gripped the tender flesh between A-Jing's vagina and anus tightly, rubbing against each other slowly as A-Jing's body swayed. A-Jing's pretty face was flushed; she was trying her best to endure this stimulation she had never experienced before. I tied the rope to the rocking horse so that if A-Jing swayed too much on the horse, she would know what it meant to be attacked from both sides. I blindfolded A-Jing and tied her to her back so I wouldn't be bothered by seeing her.
Now it was my turn to give myself the final restraints. I first put on my coat and tied it around my waist. I put on a blindfold. This blindfold was different from others; it allowed me to see a little bit, though only a very limited view, maybe two or three meters ahead, so I could walk a bit further. I gagged myself with a ball gag, tied it to the blindfold, tilted my head back, and secured it behind my bra. This way, I couldn't lower my head, and if I wanted to walk, I could only slowly and tentatively move forward. I turned on the switch for A-Jing's rectal device. Slightly reddish chili soapy water gushed into A-Jing's anus. A-Jing whimpered, realizing that what was being poured into her anus wasn't ordinary soapy water. She desperately twisted her poor buttocks. Even if A-Jing knew she'd been tricked, what could she do? She could only wait for me to leave and then use the key to unlock and loosen the ropes suspending her, but I wouldn't give her that chance; I pulled the key out first.
For some reason, A-Jing suddenly panicked, which I found very strange. Even if it was just soapy water, Ah Jing knew I'd be back soon and shouldn't be so flustered. But I couldn't think about that anymore. I turned on my enema, handcuffed my hands behind my back, and slowly tried to move out the door. I hadn't taken two steps before I realized how difficult it was for me not to touch the dildo inside my vagina. The dildo had already started vibrating inside my vagina just from the way I'd restrained Ah Jing. Now, I could only tightly grip the dildo with my delicate vagina, as I couldn't back out now.
I was doing a good job restraining myself; stopping it now was just a dream. According to my plan, the tighter I gripped, the more intensely the dildo would play with my vagina. I tried in vain to touch the power cord with my pitiful hands hanging behind my back. It had no effect whatsoever; if it did, it only made the ropes tighten further. Because of this simple struggle, the dildo inside my vagina increased in intensity, and the two ends of the dildo began to rotate in opposite directions. I tried my best to relax my vagina to reduce the stimulation from the dildo's rotation. I carefully quickened my pace because the catheter leading to my enema was frozen, and I could feel the ice melting quickly under my body heat. I would have an enema in a very short time. I would be very sad if I hadn't found Zhang Xu by then. I looked
helplessly ahead with my blurry eyes, and all I could see was a gray blur. Because it was already very late, there were very few people on the street. Fortunately, there were very few people on the street, so I didn't have any accidents along the way. The streetlights all looked gray to me. I carefully avoided each light and moved in the shadows. Because of this, it took me much longer than I expected. I was really afraid of being enemaed. A cool autumn breeze swept over my tightly bound body, and I felt my body become even hotter. The dildo between my legs was constantly writhing. I moved my feet slowly while trying my best to overcome the instinct to clench my vagina. I could feel my vaginal fluid flowing down my inner thighs.
The bells on my ankles were deafening in the quiet night. For a moment, I instinctively wanted to turn back, but the hot liquid flowing through the anal plug brought me back to my senses. I could hear the liquid gushing from the tube connected to my anus. I suddenly felt the urge to go to the toilet, but because my anus was firmly plugged, I could do nothing but hope the enema would be shorter. However, the sensations inside my body were extremely uncomfortable. Wherever the enema fluid flowed, it burned, followed by intense pain. It turned out that not only had I added seasoning to A-Jing's enema fluid, but the mischievous A-Jing had also added chili peppers to mine. Every breath I took triggered throbbing pains in my lower abdomen. With each breath, my bra, designed to fit my own chest, constricted my breathing, making it difficult to breathe. With each breath, my two small, pink nipples experienced excruciating pain. I was sweating profusely, the sweat trickling down the rope. My delicate skin, already chafed raw by the rough hemp rope, was now soaked with sweat, the friction of the rope causing an itch that was also accompanied by a stinging pain. With each step, a trembling pain shot through my genitals, mingling with the flow of my vaginal fluid. I felt increasingly uncomfortable; the short hundred meters felt like a mile. Finally, I saw the corner through my semi-transparent blindfold. But what terrified me was that I saw no one, not even Zhang Xu.
Helplessly, I leaned against the telephone pole, letting the various restraints torture my body. My genitals were red and swollen from the friction of the ropes, and the rotation of the dildo had become a source of agony. My breasts, pulled forward by the ropes, gleamed proudly in the night with their engorged nipples. In this torment, I reached my first orgasm of the night. I remained leaning against the telephone pole, because if I fell, I wouldn't be able to get back up on my own. After the orgasm, I came to my senses, thankful that no one had passed by during that time. I tried my best to see clearly with my narrow eyes, but I still couldn't see anyone. I turned around with difficulty and noticed the ropes were still relentlessly pulling at my delicate labia and cute little nipples, just as I had planned.
I turned back and saw a sign on a street-side bulletin board that read, "Nan Nan and Zhang Xu aren't coming back. I didn't let her come here. You have to go to the park to find the key, A Jing." Seeing this was like being struck by lightning; I was stunned, realizing how vast the city was, far beyond my usual imagination. I thought about going back, but A Jing was also suspended by me, and my hands, being restricted, couldn't free her. Now I had to get the key myself.
My tension made me unconsciously tighten my vaginal muscles, and the dildo automatically increased its intensity. The tip of the dildo moved in and out of my vagina, every second feeling like someone was passionately loving me. Worst of all, the dildo was causing the ropes to tighten and loosen, stimulating me. The tightening and loosening of the ropes on my body was making it hard for me to endure any longer. The ropes rubbed against my delicate skin, each touch making me regret why they were tied so tightly.
I was about two hundred meters from the park. Those two hundred meters felt like an insurmountable distance. I weakly twisted my legs and walked towards the park. Along the way, I experienced continuous orgasms, my juices flowing to my clitoris. I had to stop after every step, otherwise the continuous orgasms would drive me mad. I finally reached the park, and the feeling was unbearable. I leaned against a wall, feeling another orgasm. The cramps in my lower abdomen had become excruciating. My breathing was rapid, and I struggled to free my hands from the ropes and tightly handcuffed cuffs, to remove the tube leading to my anus. But it was all in vain; the ropes and handcuffs still mercilessly bound my slender hands behind my back, making it impossible to break free.
Just as I was struggling desperately, the dildo inserted between my legs widened again. A shocking electric current pierced through my vagina and uterus. I felt a jolt run through my body, and my vaginal fluids gushed out like water from a fire engine. My body curled up tightly, and I involuntarily tightened my vaginal muscles around the dildo. But the tighter I tightened, the greater the stimulation from the electric current and the dildo's thrusting. I writhed and moaned. Just as I was struggling, someone approached. I endured the waves of sensation in my body and continued to move deeper into the park, my curled-up body exposed.
My feet, exposed under my coat, gave me away. With every step I took, the bell rang incessantly, and I hated the bell so much. But how could I possibly walk fast with only a three-inch rope between my legs? I hadn't gone far when the person behind me caught up. I heard him say, "Miss, what's that on your mouth?" I felt both ashamed and anxious, and dared not turn my head to look at him. I could only desperately move my body, but it was to no avail; it only increased my allure. He hugged me from behind, and as soon as he did, I realized that my hands were tied behind my back. I felt even more ashamed and could only close my eyes and resign myself to fate. I'm the one who delivered myself to their doorstep.
He then called another person to drag me into the shadows. I felt my coat being pulled off, and four large hands groping and twisting my naked body. Then, the thing between my legs was discovered. My eyes were tightly closed, and I blushed with shame. Someone was pulling out a dildo inserted between my legs. Just like being penetrated, each movement of the dildo caused a strong reaction in my body. I twisted my body helplessly, feeling the dildo thrusting into my vagina. Just then, I heard someone shout, "What are you doing?" The two people holding me scattered. I breathed a long sigh of relief. Because I was still standing, and most importantly, I didn't know who had come, and I didn't want anyone to see me like this, my remaining gaze fell on a small path leading to an unknown destination. I turned around and walked quickly towards it.
At this moment, a mistake I would never forget occurred. In my haste to turn around, I tightened my vagina. The metal ball at the front of the dildo, driven by the rotating wheel, mercilessly slammed into my cervix. The probe at the front of the metal ball deeply penetrated my uterus. The probe began to discharge electricity inside my uterus. The iron ball, as I had designed, repeatedly struck my cervix, the probe sending dizzying electric currents deep into my body. No girl could endure this torture. I was no exception; although I had designed it myself, I really didn't want it to work at this moment.
My body became limp and powerless under the electric current. Every fixed interval, my body would arch back from the stimulation of this dildo. I collapsed weakly onto the cold ground. I heard several people gather around, someone saying, "Look at this chick, she's pretty good-looking, and her breasts are quite big. She's tied up tightly. Good." I knew immediately I'd encountered some bad people. I pleaded with them, but my mouth was gagged, and I couldn't utter a word. Someone untied the ropes on my labia and began to play with them. The rest is history; the men first pulled the dildo out from between my legs. Because the dildo was locked to the ropes, every time it was pulled out a little, I felt like someone was splitting my legs apart with a knife. Several men took turns pressing me down; because I had already released a lot of vaginal fluid, I didn't feel any pain at this point. What humiliated me most was that I was initially powerless to resist, which allowed them to do whatever they wanted, but after they played with me for a while, I actually had an orgasm.
A girl's orgasm can't be hidden from men, and they quickly noticed. While they were playing with me, they said, "Brother, you're pretty good, aren't you? You came so quickly." I blushed deeply, but I was still unconsciously twisting my body, my legs clamping tighter and tighter. My orgasms came one after another. Finally, they had enough, and one of them said to his companion, "I've seen this woman before. She studies at a university nearby and lives not far from here. I wonder why she's tied up like this today?" I couldn't answer that question, and I didn't want them to know who I was. I heard someone answer, "I heard some girls at their school are weird and like to tie themselves up like dumplings. Is she one of them?" Then someone else said, "Then let's send her back. We can go find them whenever we're bored." The voice from before vehemently objected, "That won't do! What if she reports us?" "Those who do this are shameful. Look at this girl, she's not a virgin anymore. Who knows how many times she's been taken advantage of because of this? She's afraid we'll spread the word. Otherwise, how could she face anyone?" Apparently, the others agreed with this, so they lifted me up again and took me home.
When I left, I hadn't locked the door for convenience when I came back; I only turned the handle to the locked position for A-Jing's safety. The door wouldn't open unless the handle was turned.
We arrived at my rented place quickly. Someone knocked on the door. But A-Jing was still struggling in pain; who would come to pick me up? A long time passed, and someone got impatient, discovering that turning the doorknob opened the door. I was led into the yard. The yard was quiet; there hadn't been any movement for so long. Only faint moans could be heard. Even I, in the gaps between my struggles of pain and pleasure, could hear them. Poor Jing, too.
I heard someone say, "There's another one here," and I knew Jing wouldn't escape this fate either. I was led into the house. Someone said, "Only the two of them live here. Lock the door and we'll be fine." Someone actually went to lock the door, and I heard the heavy thud of the gate being locked. Someone whispered, "Keep it down, there are neighbors." Perhaps for inconvenience, my blindfold was removed. I saw Jing still pitifully on the rocking horse. Jing's private parts were red and swollen, just like mine. However, mine was from being played with by these men for too long, while Jing's was from being rubbed raw on the rocking horse for too long. Jing also heard the men's words and knew something was wrong, but she was powerless to do anything about it. Perhaps because she had been suspended for so long, when I came out, A-Jing was curled up, tilting her arms to ease the torment on her private parts. Now, A-Jing's body was suspended straight on the rocking horse, completely still, only occasionally moaning. She didn't struggle at all, despite the men's ill intentions. The men probably found untying the ropes too troublesome, so they found a pair of scissors and cut the ropes binding A-Jing's body, letting her down.
Because she had been suspended on the rocking horse and in pain for so long, A-Jing remained motionless even after her legs were released, letting the men place her side-by-side with me. I touched A-Jing with my body. A-Jing had also practiced martial arts; I thought that if A-Jing made a lot of noise, she might scare away the four or five of them. Because she had been bound for so long, A-Jing only began to slowly move her rope-bound legs after the men began to penetrate her. But it was all in vain, because the men's penises had already forcefully entered her untouched private parts, firmly controlling her. Ah Jing's legs, rather than struggling, were wrapped around the men, which only increased her allure. Even so, one of the men took a rope from the corner and tied Ah Jing's legs in a wide V-shape to the headboard. The man's body thrust rapidly inside Ah Jing. With each thrust, Ah Jing would squeeze out a groan from her gagged mouth. Because it was her first time, Ah Jing's body trembled violently. The men, realizing she was a virgin, took turns pressing down on her.
Because her eyes were blindfolded, Ah Jing couldn't see who had taken her virginity.
The first man rolled off Ah Jing's body to rest beside me. He exclaimed in surprise, "Look at these two sluts, each with a bag hanging from their shoulder, and a rubber tube connected to their anus." This man knelt on my other side, curiously grabbing my anal plug and pulling it out forcefully. I'd been in pain in my stomach for a long time, but I couldn't defecate because of the anal plug. Once
I pulled it out, I couldn't hold it in any longer. With a "plop," it gushed out of my anus, landing right on the man's hand. Only then did the men realize the bags hanging on our shoulders were for urination. After relieving myself, my lower abdomen felt much lighter, and I kicked my legs hard behind me, landing squarely on the man's stomach. This knocked him off the bed. The man cried out, "Ouch, this slut's got a good kick." I was furious and rolled over to kick him again. But there were two other men beside me, and before I could kick them, they held me down. One man pinched my labia and twisted them, and I immediately felt so weak I couldn't move. The man I'd kicked off the bed grabbed a rope from the corner and tied it to the headboard, then looped it around my neck and attached it to the bed frame. My body was now stretched taut by the two ropes, unable to bend at all. I'm really angry right now at why we didn't put the rope away properly.
The men sat up from my body and discussed how to deal with me. One man came up with a truly disgusting idea. He clamped the end of the enema tube that Ah Jing was using with a clip and pulled it out of the bag. Then, to my horror, I saw the man insert that end through the round hole in the center of my gag, all the way down to my throat. I desperately shook my head from side to side. But my gag was taut with the ropes binding my body, and there was another rope around my neck tethered to the headboard. What good were my struggles? The man held my head down and pushed the enema tube all the way down my throat. I felt waves of nausea and tried desperately to vomit it out. But the tube was deeply embedded in my throat between the gags, and I was powerless to do anything about it. The man removed the clip. I could see streams of a yellowish-green liquid flowing from the enema tube into my throat. I turned my head to the other side, but it was no use. A thick, hot, foul-smelling liquid mixed with some solid particles flowed down my throat. I switched to breathing through my nose, watching as the liquid finally stopped flowing. Seeing that he hadn't managed to force it down, the man inserted the enema tube deeper into my throat, all the way down to my esophagus.
I couldn't control myself anymore; my esophagus throbbed, and I watched as the liquid flowed from A-Jing's anus into my throat. That wretched A-Jing must have felt relieved at that moment, because I saw her abdomen contracting forcefully, desperately trying to expel the fluid from her body. Most of the liquid went down my esophagus, with a few drops flowing back into my mouth and dribbling out the corners of my lips.
A man refilled the bag hanging on my body with water and hung it up again, then inserted the anal plug into my anus. Now, not only was my mouth being force-fed, but I was also being subjected to an enema again. The water flowed quickly, soon filling my anus. The men weren't finished. They found another water dispenser bucket. They filled it with water, inserted the other end of the enema tube into the opening, drilled a hole in the bottom, and hung it from the ceiling. The men surrounded me, watching. I struggled to twist my body, trying to avoid the two tubes. The men didn't loosen their restraints. My movements not only increased my arousal but also brought me more unbearable pain and pleasure. I was now sweating not only from the enema but also from the vaginal fluids released during my arousal. These fluids gathered below my body, forming a human shape.
One of the men went to the kitchen and brought out a lot of cooking spices, standing on the table and pouring them into the upside-down bucket. In a very short time, I could feel the spices adding a different flavor to the fluids inside my body. This experience was even more intense than the chili water Ah Jing had given me. The pain in my lower abdomen quickly spread throughout my body. At that moment, I was in so much pain that I didn't want to move. Seeing that I had stopped writhing, a man inserted the dildo hanging from my lower body back into my vagina. The dildo went all the way to the deepest part of my body. The metal ball at the front of the dildo, driven by a rotating wheel, relentlessly slammed against my cervix. The probe at the front of the metal ball penetrated deeply into my uterus through the cervix. The probe discharged electricity inside my uterus. The metal ball, as I had designed, repeatedly struck my cervix, and the probe emitted a dizzying electric current deep within my body. Each thrust sent me to hell and then back to heaven. No girl could endure this torture. I was no exception. Each time the dildo thrust into my body, I would first arch my back, my lower abdomen protruding high; then, driven by the dildo, I would curl forward, squeezing my abdomen, which was being filled with water. I writhed like this again and again. Several men then used electrical wires to shock my nipples, finally tying one end of the wire to my nipples and the other end to the power source hanging from my body. Then they stood aside watching me writhe under the electric shocks. I went from heaven to hell in an instant. I hadn't eaten much to begin with, and after being force-fed A-Jing's feces for so long, my stomach was already full.
With each wave of nausea, I tried to vomit A-Jing's feces, but with a tube in my throat, I couldn't get it out. With each contraction of my stomach, I forced A-Jing's feces back down through the tube. Finally, even the partially digested food in my stomach was pushed down along with A-Jing's feces. While I was pushing, A-Jing could feel something being forced into her anus, and she would then expel it back to me. This went on for a while: I was giving A-Jing an enema, and A-Jing was using her feces to wash my stomach. A large puddle of a mixture of sweat and vaginal fluid was flowing from A-Jing's lower body. Several men, having had their fun with A-Jing, stood beside me watching me being forced to drink A-Jing's feces. The bucket hanging from the ceiling was half empty, and the water was flowing very slowly. My lower abdomen swelled high, the mixture of seasonings flowing from my anus into my large intestine, and then, as my large intestine filled, into my small intestine. A man triumphantly held up a tool whose purpose I didn't know, telling the others, "Look, this is a catheter." It turned out that Ah Jing had bought it with them, and now they'd discovered it. This catheter was brutally inserted into my bladder at the worst possible time. Just like it was my first time using an enema, they didn't know the proper use of a catheter. The insertion was excruciating, like they were inserting an iron pipe into my urethra. With each inch the catheter was pushed deeper, my already weakened body tensed. It felt like an eternity; now, any stimulation brought me boundless pain. Because of the pain in my lower abdomen, I couldn't move at all, and the pain from the ropes had lessened considerably. My stomach was mainly contracting, and I was struggling to breathe through my tightly bound chest, while the electric current and the stimulation from the enormous dildo simultaneously plunged me into hell. Before long, my bladder was full of water, and I groaned painfully through gritted teeth.
The door opened again, and several men hid in the next room. It turned out that A-Jing had sent Zhang Xu to find us.
Zhang Xu hadn't noticed the men hiding in the next room. She went straight to the bed, finding our pitiful state amusing. Of course, she didn't know we'd been put in this state by others. Zhang Xu shook me and pushed A-Jing. We were both too painful to move. I wanted to tell Zhang Xu there were still people in the room, but my mouth was stuffed with something. I barely opened my eyes to try and give Zhang Xu a look, but somehow my blindfold was back on. I could only shake my head weakly. Zhang Xu misunderstood my actions; she thought I was blaming her for being late. Zhang Xu laughed like a silver bell, saying to our disappointed faces, "Haven't you two had enough fun yet? I'll join you."
Zhang Xu locked the courtyard gate, went back into the house, and took off her clothes. Under the light, Zhang Xu's smooth skin appeared even whiter. Zhang Xu took off all her clothes, and through the semi-transparent blindfold, I could see every detail of her body in the mirror on the wall. Zhang Xu stood at the head of our bed, curiously looking at the tube sticking out of A Jing's anus. Through the tube, I could see my mouth. Zhang Xu said, "Ugh, you two are disgusting! You even use A Jing's excrement to wash your stomach. And look how big your belly is, with such a big bucket hanging down. Be careful you don't fill your intestines up and no one will marry you. You even have a fake penis inserted into yourself. This fake penis is actually quite fun; it even moves. It goes in and out." I blushed deeply at Zhang Xu's words. Zhang Xu mischievously nudged the fake penis in my genitals with his hand. The fake penis pressed against my uterus with Zhang Xu's movement, and waves of indescribable pain surged deep within my body. Stimulated by the pain, I arched my body backward. I writhed in agony, and Zhang Xu, amused, grabbed the protruding brass ring of the fake penis and played with it, thrusting it in and out. Because the dildo was quite thick, it was very tight inside my vagina, and she had to use a lot of force to insert it smoothly each time. I was already exhausted, but being penetrated like this aroused me again. My vaginal fluids flowed uncontrollably, wetting Zhang Xu's hands. Zhang Xu disgustedly released my hands and spread his legs to taunt me.
Although I couldn't see the room next door, I could imagine those men standing in front of the window facing this way, watching this rare scene. I couldn't hold back any longer. My stomach clenched, and I vomited Ah Jing's feces out of my body again. The colorful liquid flowed down the tube towards Ah Jing's anus, but was quickly pushed back into my mouth by Ah Jing's contractions. Zhang Xu was stunned, and after a while, he managed to utter a few words, "Is this how you play?" Zhang Xu shook his head with an incredulous expression.
Zhang Xu took out shackles from his satchel and put them on his feet. He then took out a gag. Unlike mine, the gag had a rubber tube at the back. The rubber tube was very flexible and could hold the gag in his mouth. Zhang Xu put the gag over his head, with the rubber tube behind his head and the gag on his chin. He could still speak temporarily, but when he opened his mouth wide, the gag would fall into his mouth, thus gagging him. Zhang Xu said, "I'll play with you for a while," and then took out a rope. He folded the rope in half, wrapped it around his chest once, then passed it under his armpits, and wrapped it around his chest again. He tied the rope behind his back. The excess rope draped over his shoulders and tied the two ropes together between his breasts. Thus, a simple fermented bean curd bra was made. Zhang Xu's breasts were larger than mine and A Jing's. After being tied up, they really looked like two small hills, adding a lot of allure. Zhang Xu spread the ropes apart, subjecting her nipples to some torture as well. Finally, she tied the ropes together behind her back. Zhang Xu then threaded the handcuffs through the ropes and secured them. She glanced at the corner of the wall and saw a stun gun. She hadn't been wearing any extra chains on her legs, so she had to waddle to the corner. Zhang Xu picked up the stun gun and clipped the three wires to her nipples and vulva. "This stun gun is something Ah Jing and I use to joke around with, so the voltage is quite high." Zhang Xu flipped the switch, and her pretty face immediately flushed red. The battery box was attached to her chest. People who enjoy bondage share a common hobby: creating challenges for themselves to increase the difficulty of breaking free. Zhang Xu removed the keys to the handcuffs and shackles and left them far away in the dark courtyard. Zhang Xu then handcuffed her hands behind her back. Zhang Xu turned around and slowly moved to the bedside. While experiencing wave after wave of electric shocks on my private parts and nipples, she triumphantly bent down and used her handcuffed hands to remove the blindfold from my face. I felt a sudden light before my eyes and quickly gave Zhang Xu a weak, panicked look.
Zhang Xu was startled and looked behind her. Several men were standing in the doorway. Zhang Xu opened her mouth in panic. She had forgotten that she was completely naked. But before she could even scream, the gag was inserted into her cherry-like mouth as she wished. The gag was just the right size, sealing the opening perfectly. The key had just been thrown into the yard, and with the men standing at the door, they couldn't remove the gag without letting go of her hands. But to get the key, she would have to get through the men. How could a naked girl, handcuffed and shackled, standing in front of strange men possibly get close to them? Zhang Xu groaned and hid behind the bed. How big could a room of a dozen square meters be? Before Zhang Xu could even move to the back of the bed, several men had already grabbed her and placed her on it.
Zhang Xu had truly offered herself up for them to play with; the men ruthlessly stripped off their clothes and took turns inserting their penises into Zhang Xu's vagina. Zhang Xu writhed violently on the bed, beads of sweat pouring from her body. One man exclaimed gleefully, "Two out of the three are still virgins, this is awesome!" That man, disregarding everything, thrust into Zhang Xu with exaggerated force. Zhang Xu writhed beneath him, turning her head to the side. She had just bound herself, and her vagina was completely dry. With each frenzied thrust, Zhang Xu's face and body ached and she was covered in sweat. The first man watched Zhang Xu for about twenty minutes. Seeing that she kept turning her face away from him, he pulled her head to the headboard and tied it up face up. After a while, probably about to ejaculate, he pulled out his penis and ejaculated a stream of hot, foul-smelling, white semen into the center of Zhang Xu's gag. Zhang Xu's mouth was gagged, leaving her completely at their mercy. She could only watch helplessly as semen was ejaculated into her mouth. One man left, another came on top, showing no mercy as he relentlessly pounded into her. Zhang Xu writhed on the bed, unable to utter a sound. Any utterance would send the semen slid down her throat. The men ravaged Zhang Xu for about an hour, then ejaculated into her mouth. The last man, satisfied, climbed off Zhang Xu's naked body. Seeing that she hadn't swallowed a drop of semen, he pinched her nose. Zhang Xu desperately tried to break free, her hands cuffed behind her back. Blood gushed from between her legs, mixed with a little vaginal fluid. Even if a girl doesn't consent, being raped for so long would inevitably cause her to secrete vaginal fluid. Zhang Xu, pale from the intense pain, rolled around on the bed. After a while, she finally couldn't hold her breath any longer. With a single inhale, a mouthful of semen slid down her throat. This time, she couldn't refuse anymore. Zhang Xu greedily swallowed the men's semen and took a deep breath.
Even though the night was long, all three of us had been violated multiple times, and it was already quite bright in the east. Those men didn't dare linger, but they didn't let Zhang Xu go before leaving. They lifted Zhang Xu's limp body, which was weak from the pain. Zhang Xu's delicate, recently raped private parts were placed on the upward-facing corner of the wooden horse, and her hands were suspended from the roof. A rope passed through the roof beam, with a sandbag hanging from the other end—the same sandbag I used to hang A Jing last night, about a hundred pounds. Zhang Xu's thin body was pulled straight, her hands hanging upwards behind her back. Finally, another sandbag was added between Zhang Xu's shackles. Zhang Xu was thus suspended and straddled the wooden horse. This position was very uncomfortable; if she relaxed, she would be suspended, but if she struggled, the wooden horse would rub against her private parts. Zhang Xu, tears streaming down her face, hung her head in agony. The others finally left. The three of us continued to be tortured by these instruments.
The agonizing night finally passed; my stomach was filled with fluid, rendering me completely immobile. Sometimes I even wondered why my stomach hadn't burst open. The dildos around me continued to writhe, intensifying the pain. I couldn't move at all. Zhang Xu, on the other hand, was firmly suspended. I believe that even if she thought of breaking free, the torment in her private parts would make her give up that idea. Finally, it was A-Jing who slowly recovered. A-Jing first loosened the ropes on her feet, then removed the anal plug from her rectum. In that instant, I felt the world change; a large amount of feces gushed from my stomach, making me feel much better. A-Jing found her key and unlocked the ropes binding her. Then she let Zhang Xu down. I was the last to be freed. A-Jing found my key in the park, and finally, I was free too. By this time, because of the long period of binding, my body was covered with deep marks left by the ropes.
Because of what happened that night, the three of us couldn't stay in that city any longer. The next day, A-Jing and Zhang Xu discussed transferring schools with the school. A week later, we found a new school in a southern city. A-Jing and Zhang Xu started attending the new school a month later. During that month, those hooligans bothered us several more times, but this time we finally got our revenge. A-Jing took a baseball bat and beat them up. These guys were all bruised and battered, finally realizing how powerful we were. The funny thing was, because they were beaten up by several girls, they were too ashamed to say anything and could only accept their bad luck.
After that night, I was sick for over a month because I ingested a large amount of mixed substances. Two months later, I also started attending the new school. From then on, we never dared to be so crazy and play around like that again during our university years. We lived peacefully until we graduated and found jobs.
Later, I asked Zhang Xu how he felt about that incident. What did Zhang Xu say? Zhang Xu said, "What did it feel like? It was nothing but pain. I only started to get anal fluids on the wooden horse at the very end. It didn't feel as good as when I was restrained myself." From that moment on, none of us wanted any more men to join us. From then on, my companions grew from one to two.

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