Stranger

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On the outskirts of my city, there is a grove of trees. It's a very beautiful grove, lush and green. I'm a girl who loves nature, and naturally, I adore this grove. Whenever the weather is nice and I have nothing else to do, I come here for a walk. Stepping on the "carpet" of leaves, smelling the unique fragrance of the trees, and listening to the cheerful chirping of birds always gives me a sense of harmonious peace. The grove doesn't seem very big, but once you're inside, it feels incredibly vast. All you see are trees, and there are no fixed paths; you can easily get lost. At first, I made that mistake, but thankfully, after a while, I developed my own "fixed route." Until one day, I strayed from this "fixed route"... I strayed because I was chasing a small bird with colorful feathers. Of course, I didn't catch it, and instead, I got lost. Looking at the unfamiliar surroundings, I couldn't help but panic, and I wandered aimlessly for a long time. As it grew darker, suddenly, a figure darted out from the bushes beside me, and I screamed in fright. The man seemed taken aback when he saw me, then kindly asked if I was lost. I nodded shyly.

"No wonder," he chuckled, lighting a cigarette. "I was wondering why anyone else would venture so deep into the woods." "Luckily, my home is nearby. It's getting late, and the woods are dangerous at night. Why don't you stay at my place for the night? I'll take you home tomorrow!"

Honestly, I wasn't keen on staying with a strange man, but since he promised to take me home the next day, and I never considered spending the night alone in the woods, I obediently followed him. We hadn't walked far when we arrived at a small cabin. I was surprised to find a place to live so deep in the woods. He politely invited me in, then closed and locked the door. As

soon as I heard the lock click, I turned around, and he grabbed me from behind, showering my cheeks and neck with kisses. Startled and frightened, I desperately tried to break free. This seemed to anger him, and he slapped me hard across the face. I felt a sudden "buzz," and everything went black before I involuntarily collapsed to the ground.

"You slut! You want me to use force?" he cursed, pushing me down and sitting on my waist, pressing his weight down on me. Just as I tried to get up, he slapped me again. My hands and upper body were pinned down, unable to move, and I could only cry and beg for mercy: "Don't hit me, I'll be good! Don't hit me!" But he ignored me completely, continuing to slap me left and right. All I could hear was my own crying and the sound of slaps, my face burning with pain. Suddenly, I felt a chill down below; my underwear and pantyhose quickly became wet. I realized I had wet myself.

Seeing that I was so scared I had wet myself, he finally got off me. By then, I had no strength left to resist and could only lie there panting. The man took a bundle of hemp rope from a box beside the bed, turned me over, and helplessly let him tie my hands behind my back, then wrapped it around my breasts, knees, and ankles several times. He tied it very tightly, each rope digging deep into my flesh, and with each tie, I couldn't help but groan. After he finished tying me up, I tried to move, only to feel pain all over my body.

"So old and still wetting your pants? That's really disgraceful!" he said, pulling my black pantyhose down to my knees.

"No...no..." I quickly said, blushing.

"No? Then what is this?" He lewdly ripped off my wet underwear. I was speechless, and the intense shame made me cry again.

"What a bad child! You need to be taught a lesson!" he said, crumpling my underwear into a ball and stuffing it into my mouth. Instantly, a small stream of smelly urine flowed into my throat, and I wanted to vomit, but I couldn't.

He carried me to the bed and tore off my clothes. My breasts, painfully constricted by the rope, were engorged with blood, making them appear even fuller. He then pinched and kneaded my breasts, making me very uncomfortable. He circled my nipples with his tongue, while his other hand reached down to my genitals, caressing my labia. Gradually, my nipples hardened, and I was immersed in a strange pleasure. Just

then, a sharp pain shot through my nipple, pulling me back from the ecstasy. I looked down and saw a gleaming pin piercing my sensitive nipple.

"How's that? Exciting, isn't it?!" he said with a wicked grin, holding a small handful of pins.

I couldn't speak, only looking at him pleadingly and shaking my head desperately.

"Not exciting enough?" He pinched my other nipple hard, and a needle mercilessly pierced straight into my nipple hole. Another excruciating pain shot through me, and I arched my back, wishing I could faint immediately. A moment later, I lay there, drenched in sweat, dozens of pins haphazardly stuck into my two poor breasts. He untied the ropes binding my feet, pulled off my skirt, folded my legs up, and tied them back up. Now my thighs and calves were bound together, my lower body completely exposed to him.

"Next... here, right?!" He flipped my clitoris over, flicked it lightly, and began to tease it. Perhaps because my clitoris was so sensitive, I soon became wet.

"Hmm, very sensitive!" He nodded, seemingly satisfied, pinched my clitoris, and forcefully inserted the last pin. I trembled, lost control of my bladder again, and urine sprayed onto his face. I looked at him, both ashamed and frightened. Fortunately, he wasn't angry; he just laughed.

"Hehe, so excited? Don't rush, I'm going to have my way with you all night!" He patiently pulled out the pins one by one. Small needle marks remained on my breasts, from which beads of blood seeped. He wiped the bloodstains clean, then took out a bottle of ointment and applied it evenly to my breasts, clitoris, labia, and even inside my vagina and anus. After applying it, he took out a small bottle of pills, removed the underwear that was stuffing into my mouth, and forced me to swallow them.

The medicine worked quickly; I immediately felt my body start to burn, especially the areas where the ointment was applied, which were extremely hot, itchy, and uncomfortable. I tried to touch them with my hands, but they were tightly bound behind my back, and I couldn't move at all. I could only desperately twist my body and beg, "Please, let me go, it...it hurts so much!"

"Hurts? Where does it hurt?" he asked maliciously.

"There...there!" I gasped, stammering.

"Where is 'there'?" It seemed he was deliberately trying to make me say it myself.

The itching was unbearable. I struggled a few times, but couldn't break free of the ropes. I had no choice but to abandon my shame and cry out, "I...my...breasts...and...down there...it hurts so much! I'm...I'm going to die..."

"Ah, what a slutty girl! It's okay, I'll make you feel better right away!" he said, taking out an electric dildo, turning it to maximum, and inserting it into my already wet vagina. Then he took out three calligraphy brushes, inserting the thickest one into my anus. Instantly, I felt much better in my genitals and anus. He used the remaining two brushes to scratch my nipples and clitoris. My nipples and clitoris were already very sensitive because of the medication, and his actions completely overwhelmed my reason. My mind went blank, and my body became increasingly aroused. Soon after, I ejaculated. He didn't stop because I ejaculated; he continued to slowly and deliberately play with my nipples and clitoris. Gradually, my body, which had just been so aroused, began to feel again.

"No...don't...stop it...let me...rest for a bit..." I gasped for breath, pleading weakly.

"It's still early! I told you I was going to have my way with you all night, didn't I?!" He ignored my pleas and continued to tease me, and then, another climax came... That night, I climaxed repeatedly. My body had never been so wanton before. Each climax soaked the sheets with my juices, yet a near-mad pleasure numbed my senses. After countless climaxes, I finally lost consciousness... When I woke up, it was already dawn. My head was spinning; I didn't know how long I had slept. My shoulders and groin burned. I glanced around; I was still in the cabin. I tried to get up, but failed several times. I looked down and almost fainted again: my hands and feet were gone, leaving only my bare shoulders and buttocks, still bearing the stitches. I wanted to scream, but then I realized I had no feeling for my tongue either. It hung limply out like a dog's, as if it weren't mine. Saliva dripped from the corner of my mouth, but I couldn't control it. I could only sob and wail.

Then the door opened, and the man came in. Seeing I was awake, he came to my side, bent down to lick away my tears, kissed me, and said smugly, "Now you're my toy. Happy, aren't you?!"

I whimpered and twisted my body in protest.

"Ah! It's not over yet, don't move!" He slapped my buttocks hard several times, then pinched my clitoris and tied it with extremely thin wire, tightening it. Then he tied another section, tightening it again. He tied it in three sections, making my originally small and round clitoris large and long due to engorgement and binding. Its color also turned purplish-red. He tied one end of the remaining wire to the wire on my clitoris and fixed the other end to a beam in the ceiling, suspending my clitoris. Without my hands and feet, I could only try to lift my hips to reduce the pressure of the wire; any relaxation caused unimaginable pain in my clitoris.

Then, he took out a small syringe filled with some kind of medicine and pricked it into my nipple. I twisted my body to try and avoid it, but this pulled on the wire attached to my clitoris, causing me to break out in a sweat from the pain. I could only give up struggling and let him do as he pleased. He injected half of the medicine into each of my nipples. Then he began to massage my breasts, and gradually, my breasts became more and more swollen, as if something was about to burst out.

"This lactation-inducing agent is very effective!" he explained, and began to squeeze my breasts. I felt that my breasts were swollen to their limit, as if they were about to burst, and the swelling was so painful and uncomfortable. Sure enough, not long after, milk began to seep from my nipples. I really hoped that he could help me express some milk to relieve the pain in my breasts, but he stopped at that moment.

I whimpered in discomfort, and he seemed to understand what I meant. He patted my breasts and asked, "What? Do you want me to do it here?"

I nodded quickly, and he laughed, saying, "Don't rush, you little slut! Let me make you feel better down there first!"

He took out a large syringe, filled it with a lot of water, and then attached a rubber tube to the end.

"This thing is called an enema; it's used to clean out internal waste!" he said, spreading my buttocks and inserting the other end of the rubber tube into my anus. Instantly, I felt a stream of cold liquid forcefully rush into my body, and my stomach began to swell. After finishing one syringe, he filled it again and injected it once more. I never imagined my intestines could hold so much water. Watching my stomach gradually bulge, feeling unbearably bloated as if it might explode at any moment, I felt an intense urge to defecate.

"You can't poop or pee in bed, okay?" He seemed to know what I was thinking, and took out something that looked like a candied hawthorn skewer, plugging my anus. Then, he took out a long, thin plastic tube, pried open my urethra, and inserted it into my bladder. He inserted it very deep; I suspected he had injured my bladder. After inserting it, he clamped the plastic tube with a clamp. The plastic tube was already very thin, and clamping it like that completely blocked my urethra. Perhaps worried that I didn't have enough urine, he poured a lot of water into my stomach and then started pressing on my abdomen. My stomach was full of water, and with his pressure, the urge to defecate became even stronger, but both my urethra and anus were completely blocked, so I couldn't expel anything. My stomach was bloated and painful, as if it were about to burst. I tried to move a few times, but my clitoris was still hanging there, and any movement only made the pain worse. I felt like I was going to die, and I really wanted to end this torture by dying, but of course, I couldn't do anything now.

The milk on my nipples continued to gush out, and the pain in my breasts didn't lessen at all despite the pain in my stomach. He squeezed hard, and milk gushed out like a water jet. I felt like a dairy cow, a dairy cow that produced a lot of milk. After squeezing and pressing my breasts for a while, he inserted his fingers into my vagina. I then realized that my vagina was wet. Under such intense masochistic sensations, my body also enjoyed another kind of pleasure. He took out his already erect penis and unceremoniously inserted it into my vagina, thrusting it in and out, while one hand kneaded my clitoris. My whole body was in a state of excitement, and I could no longer distinguish whether it was painful or pleasurable. Finally, under the intense stimulation, I orgasmed again. He also pulled out his thing and ejaculated on my body. Then, he suddenly pulled out the device that had been blocking my urethra and anus for so long. There was a loud bang, and my feces and urine sprayed out together, filling the room with a stench. But with their expulsion, I felt a lewd pleasure.

And so, I became that stranger's toy, spending my days indulging in all sorts of sadistic games...

[The End]

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