slut, so slutty

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It's already 2 a.m., and there's no one on the streets. The empty community square, the dim lights, and the willow branches swaying in the wind—the silence makes me feel incredibly safe. I can enjoy my planned one or two-hour walk without any worries.

There's a small river not far from the community, with many artificially planted trees on both banks. For pedestrians' convenience, there are also many stone benches. Normally, this is a popular place for people to relax after dinner, but today it's all mine. I plan to walk to the bridge about a kilometer away, then cross the river to go home. Normally,

it takes about four or five minutes to walk to the bridge, but today, with my gear, it's quite a struggle. The bandage on my knee made it impossible for me to take long strides, and with 12-centimeter high heels, I moved forward unsteadily like a toddler learning to walk. To make matters worse, each step tugged at my nipple clamps, sending waves of pleasure through me. The vibrating egg in my vagina vibrated tirelessly, and coupled with my own fantasies, a constant tingling sensation ran through my body, making it even harder to move forward. With great effort, I finally reached the steps leading down to the riverbank. Just as I was about to squat down to make it easier to descend, I sensed a convoy approaching; judging from the sound, it was motorcycles. Afraid of being discovered, I quickly sat down. Although a headlight flashed past me, I figured no one would notice. So, I calmly and slowly descended the stairs.

Truly, the trees may wish to be still, but the wind will not cease. The river darkens, rain is imminent, waves whiten, and the wind begins to rise. As soon as I came down the stairs, I sensed someone approaching. Terrified, I shuffled to a corner. Then I heard someone urinating and saying, "Things went really smoothly today. Let's see if that guy dares to be so arrogant now. But why won't the boss let us sleep with his daughter? She's really pretty." Then another person said, "Xiao Dong, you know the boss doesn't like us messing around with girls. Weren't we punished enough last time?" "Hey, the boss is really something. We're gangsters, why so serious?" "Haha, sorry to bother you." Then they left. Walking in the corner, I couldn't see what they were doing until I heard the motorcycle drive away. I was really scared. Being discovered by gangsters is worse than being discovered by my parents.

That scare almost made me orgasm. I found a stone bench to sit on and rest, to calm myself down. I didn't want to orgasm so soon, otherwise I wouldn't have the strength to walk the rest of the way.

After resting for a while, I continued on my way. This was much easier; the elastic bandage on my leg must have lost its elasticity from being stretched for so long. At that moment, I was truly grateful that it was a counterfeit, otherwise I really wouldn't have had the strength to complete the whole journey tonight.

Along the way, I walked slowly, stopping frequently, and resting against a tree whenever I got tired. I kept building up pleasure, but controlled myself from ejaculating; the immense exhaustion at the climax still lingered in my mind. It took me about forty minutes to reach the bridge. I thought that after crossing the bridge, it would only be a few dozen more minutes to complete tonight's nighttime activity.

However, ideals and reality are always so inconsistent. Just as I was about to cross the bridge, that voice from before came again: "Little girl, don't go! It's inconvenient to play this kind of game alone. Let me help you. Haha."

Could it be this bad? Judging from the voice, it should be that person named Xiao Dong. Didn't they all leave? Now I was truly scared, even more so than when my mother suddenly came to visit last time.

I felt him approaching. I didn't have time to turn around and see if he was handsome; I just wanted to get out of his sight immediately. So I quickened my pace, but the distance between us only grew closer. Then, that annoying voice came again: "Little sister, don't go any further. You can't keep up with me."

"Pah! I'll die if I don't leave!" A voice inside me urged me to keep going, but he was still getting closer. I looked back at him; a tall, thin man was creeping closer to me. I knew I couldn't escape, and I knew how terrible it would be to fall into his hands. Jump, maybe jumping would be the end of it. Thinking this, I struggled to climb over the railing and jump into the river. But an endless surge of pleasure, accompanied by fear, shame, and exhaustion, rushed to my brain. Love enveloped me like a tide, and my body trembled as I slowly slid down.

I had another climax, an unprecedented climax. My thoughts were devoid of reason, only boundless desire remained. It was as if I were living on a cloud, floating in the air, detached from the world. But soon, like a wounded bird, I plummeted to the ground. My clear-headed mind surveyed my surroundings and sensed something was wrong.

I saw a thuggish-looking man lewdly staring down at a beautiful woman who was unable to move. The woman looked up at him with helpless eyes, only to be met with a cold gaze. Despair set in; she closed her eyes, letting tears stream down her face and soak her collar.

Why was I this pitiful woman? Why was I the beautiful woman unable to move? If only I were the outsider director.

At this moment, the man couldn't hold back any longer. He reached out and grabbed me, saying, "Look at how enraptured you were just now, I didn't even have the heart to disturb you. You must be a sadist who practices S&M every day." I replied, "No way, I'm a lovely lady loved by everyone. (I didn't even believe that myself, so I didn't dare say it.)"

"Big brother, don't come any closer!"

"As long as you let me go, I'll give you any amount of money you want.

" "If you dare touch me, my parents won't let you off the hook!"

"You'd better let me go, or you'll regret it!"

There were too many threats and inducements. I used sobs to express what it meant to feel like I had no freedom of speech in this society with free speech.

He forced me to stand up, and I was surprised to find that my 12-centimeter high heels made me taller than him. This was the only comfort at that moment. The rest is that I'm deprived of my freedom, held in the hands of a gangster, powerless to escape, and without the chance to commit suicide. (God, give me a chance to kill myself!) That annoying voice rang out again: "You actually had the courage to commit suicide just now, not bad. Now that you're in my hands, don't even think about suicide. Since you're a masochist, you'll enjoy endless pleasure with me from now on." "

I don't want to! (Waaah...)" I shook my shoulders in protest, but it was no use. So he pushed me to where he parked.

"Come on, let's go to my place and continue your favorite SM games."

My brain still couldn't quite believe it was real. Everything happened so suddenly. I used to be a carefree heiress. The thought of becoming a sex slave without a miracle was unbearable. No, I can't go with him. Reason compelled me to instinctively refuse him, twisting my body to try and get rid of him, but it seemed to anger him.

"Hey, I was going to give you a ride to my place, but it seems you're not too keen. Well then, don't blame me for being impolite." He rummaged through his toolbox, seemingly looking for something, but apparently didn't find it. Then, he roughly lifted my skirt and started groping around.

"Hmm, this elastic bandage around your knee is making it hard to walk, isn't it? Let me take it off for you."

"............Waaah..."

It was really taken off, and my legs were free again. I wanted to run, but what happened next prevented me from running. As he tied one end of the bandage around my waist, he said, "I told you to run, but you wouldn't listen. This time, I'll let you run as much as you want. My place is four or five miles from here, so you'd better run there. Haha, I picked up a girl today and got a free beauty to take home. Worth it." After saying that, I was tied to the back of the motorcycle.

"Aaaah, do you have to be so cruel? How can you treat a beautiful woman like me so roughly?" Now I was being forced to run five miles with the motorcycle, and I wanted to curse.

"Hmm, it's better not to let you know where I live. I'll have to blindfold you."

"You pervert! Why don't you just die?!" I twisted and struggled, but it was all in vain. He lifted my skirt again to look, then put it down. What was he trying to do? Was he going to blindfold me with my underwear? Haha, I wasn't wearing any.

"Damn it, you're not wearing underwear? Well, I guess I'll have to use mine." He said, and then, shamelessly, started taking off his pants right in front of me. I quickly closed my eyes and turned my head away. (Although both actions have the same result, people are used to doing both.) Ugh, it stinks! I smelled a pungent, unpleasant odor. (If this is what men smell like, then I only want men who don't smell like men.) Then my eyes were covered and tightly bound behind my head. If it weren't for the gag, I would definitely have vomited.

Then he lifted my skirt.

"Turning the setting up will give it more power," he said, turning my vibrator to the fastest setting. I'd been receiving sexual arousal all along, and I probably would have already orgasmed, but I was afraid of letting my desire subside a little. But now the vibrator was vibrating even more vigorously, and I couldn't hold back anymore. My whole body was getting hotter and hotter, and I was drenched in sweat.

"Ah, let me die. Dying during an orgasm shouldn't be so scary, right?"

"Who's pulling me?" After my climax, that jerk Ah Dong started the car, and I had to run after it, very slowly, but wearing high heels and blindfolded, I could barely keep up. According to the plan, I should be lying in bed reminiscing about everything that happened, but what happened? Ugh, I can't bear to think about it. So tired, so tired, let me rest, you bastard. Did he hear me? He saw I was about to give up, so he stopped the car, but he left again after less than two minutes. How could I, so pampered, endure this kind of torture? I couldn't take it anymore, my legs gave way, and I collapsed. Luckily, the bandage wasn't long and was elastic, so I didn't fall to the ground. Seeing me dangling beside the car, he panicked, braked quickly, and untied me.

After three climaxes tonight, I ran about two miles exhausted before passing out. After that, I don't remember anything. I must have been carried into the car and driven back. After some more handling, I regained some consciousness. I knew we were in the den of iniquity. He carried me inside, turned on the light, and removed my blindfold, but didn't untie anything else. He took off my coat, and when he tried to take off my skirt, I instinctively twisted my body in protest.

"Alright, alright, it's almost five o'clock. I'm tired today, so I won't play with you anymore. There's plenty of time later."

Then he carried me to the bed, and without even washing up, he took off his shirt and got into my bed. I've never slept with a man before. Today, a man suddenly appeared in my bed, and he was filthy too. I couldn't accept it. I looked at him with panicked eyes, whimpering. He understood what was going on and explained, "You're such a nuisance. I only have one bed. Do you expect the master to sleep on the floor and the slave to sleep on the bed? So, tonight, we're sharing a bed."

"As for the wedding night, you have a chastity belt, and I'm quite tired too, so I won't satisfy you, haha." I had no choice but to accept it. Then he placed his hands on my breasts and fell fast asleep. I planned to sleep like that too, but the vibrating egg kept vibrating, the constant stimulation making it impossible for me to sleep. Now, only this stinky man could help me.

So I shook myself awake, and he said impatiently, "What do you want now?" I whimpered, my eyes fixed on my genitals. In the deep of night, he seemed to hear the buzzing sound and knew I wanted him to turn off the vibrator.

He said with a forced smile, "You like its stimulation, don't you? Let it keep you company while you sleep," and then lay back down.

I was really tired and sleepy, but the stimulation kept my brain excited, making it hard to fall asleep. So I mustered my courage and shook him awake again.

He looked at me helplessly and said, "My goodness, please spare me!"

I said, "Then spare me first." I didn't say it aloud, but just shook myself violently. He had no choice but to lift my skirt again and turn it off for me. I glanced at him with a slightly smug look. Then I heard him say,

"When I'm feeling better tomorrow, I'll make you orgasm ten or eight times..."

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How threatening those words were!

That night, the same man lifted my skirt three times. What would people who didn't know think? What would people who did know think? I didn't care about any of that. I was only worried about how I would have the courage to face all the terrible things that might happen to me in the future.

I thought this night would be a huge turning point in my life, that I would have to live a life controlled by others from now on, but it wasn't. Real turning points aren't that easy, but that's a story for later. I

was too tired, so I fell asleep without thinking about anything.

[The End]

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