An experience of a female writer

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Bai Tingting is a Chinese literature major at a university. Since childhood, she has loved writing and aspired to become a writer.

Because her father is usually very busy, and Tingting has always been obedient and well-behaved, he rarely interferes with her.

Also, now that she's in university and around eighteen or nineteen, she's unlikely to be influenced by society or others. Tingting is a very opinionated girl with strong analytical and observational skills. She prefers to live in her own world and is therefore an extremely individualistic young woman.

From a young age, she frequently participated in writing and speech competitions, consistently placing in the top three. As a result, her room is filled with countless certificates, medals, and trophies.

Tingting has a well-proportioned figure, long flowing hair, delicate features, and elegant manners. Her skin is fair and smooth, her breasts are full and shapely, and her firm buttocks are slightly upturned. No matter what she wears, her figure is always on full display.

She didn't have a boyfriend. Although many male classmates pursued her in high school, she didn't spend much time with any of them, believing it was all just fate.

One day, on her way home from school, Tingting looked up at the sky, pondering:

"What should I write now? What should I write? What have I written before? What haven't I written? What can I see? What can't I see or experience?"

She thought and thought, repeatedly, but couldn't find any clues. She was very restless. Unconsciously, Tingting walked to Ximending. Ximending, which fascinated some, was a dazzling, vibrant nightlife. Every night around seven or eight o'clock, one way of life in Taipei ended, and people plunged into another world of intoxicating pleasure. There, neon lights shone brightly, and long lines of people supported extravagance, oblivion, and passion.

Around midnight, the frenzied dancing and shouting subsided. The city's revelry quieted down in the darkness. Although some still searched for light in the night, most had fallen silent. Exhausted and weary, they waited for the next day's activities and the next night's revelry to begin again.

This was the long journey for hundreds of thousands of Taipei men, young and old, married and unmarried, from their factories and offices to their homes.

The world's largest metropolis had become the biggest entertainment venue at night; New York, Las Vegas, Miami, and Tokyo all had nightlife, diverse and ever-changing like a kaleidoscope.

Tingting finally arrived at the entrance of a nightclub. She seemed to have seen the advertisements outside and became interested in the performances inside. So, she made up her mind and went in to watch, regardless of the consequences.

When she sat down inside, she discovered that the hidden nightclub had a rotating frame on the ceiling. Two beautiful women on the stage were posing seductively for the audience, flaunting their bodies. Next, more women came up, each wearing tight short clothes, their breasts barely concealed.

Not long after, Tingting left the nightclub, thinking about something and continuing on her way. She hadn't walked far when she saw a bar again. She stopped, looked around, and went inside.

The bar was dimly lit, and she could vaguely see the bar girls serving drinks. Tingting found a seat, and a waitress in a miniskirt came over and asked,

"Miss, what would you like to drink?"

"A lemonade."

The waitress laughed and said, "Miss, this is a bar! We don't sell juice."

Tingting was surprised. Then, a little embarrassed, she said, "Then a brandy, please."

"Okay, thank you, right away."

Tingting thought to herself, "How embarrassing! Actually, I wanted to see what was inside so I could find some writing material."

The waitress brought the drinks, placed them on the table, and left.

Tingting began to look around. She noticed men talking, resting, drinking, thinking, smiling, flirting, kissing, and touching women... things she had never seen before, but now she saw them.

After about twenty minutes, Tingting paid and left the bar. She walked home.

Half an hour later, she returned to her room, where the house was quiet and deserted.

Tingting had been used to this kind of life since childhood.

Her father was always busy with his career, and her mother helped him on one hand, and acted as his secretary on the other. So, it could be said that Tingting was very lonely, and she had no siblings, only herself.

Although her father had hired a maid when she was young, Tingting had her father dismiss her when she went to university, and she handled all the housework herself.

She wanted to train herself, and also to help with her writing, making her works more relevant to real life.

She changed into her pajamas, crawled into bed, and stared wide-eyed, wide awake. Her mind raced, replaying everything she'd just witnessed. She thought,

"In the bar, men are the customers, women are commodities. You can buy all sorts of beauty and warmth anytime, anywhere, as long as you pay. Women's revelry, laughter, smiles, physical sensations—what do they really feel? I don't know."

Tingting slowly began to take an interest in this question, a growing curiosity. She thought,

"To be a writer, to engage in actual writing, yet unable to experience the lives of those women—it's truly a waste."

She always wanted to be a realistic female writer, but her lack of experience frustrated her greatly. Gradually, she fell asleep.

A few days later, Tingting still couldn't think of any other social genres to write about. But that question from that night kept surfacing in her mind. She wanted to dismiss it, but felt it was a waste; she thought about it but couldn't write anything, because she wasn't one of those women, and hadn't experienced their lives firsthand, so she dared not attempt to emulate them. This problem, once it arose, has been surging within her intermittently, seemingly growing stronger with each passing moment, slowly changing her life.

During these two or three months of dramatic change, Tingting seemed to be starting to see a way forward, thinking:

"If I could immerse myself in their lives and experience their lifestyle, it would greatly help my writing."

Tingting began to have this idea, thinking, "How to convince my father and mother is a major obstacle."

A few more days passed, and Tingting spent these days thinking about how to overcome this obstacle. She finally came up with a plan: "If I trick my parents into going on a six-month trip abroad, and then sneak out of the airport, I could use those six months to experience the lives of those engaged in the sex industry, it would work." She jumped for joy, finally

having found a solution, and began to act.

One day, Tingting's parents saw her off at Chiang Kai-shek International Airport. After her parents left, Tingting slipped out of the departure hall, took a taxi, and headed straight for Taipei.

When Tingting arrived in Taipei, she first moved her luggage into the pre-rented apartment, then changed into ordinary makeup and began her experience.

Tingting's goal was to document the lives of women in unusual and novel professions, using them as material for her future social realism writing.

She first went to a media company that was auditioning for actors, intending to groom them into stars. Given Tingting's looks, she was given priority and taken to their film studio.

Actually, it wasn't a film studio, but a rented villa. When she entered, all the filming was already underway, and the male and female leads were already on set.

Today, Tingting was just there to observe; she wasn't the lead actress, as she had already been cast in the next film.

When the director yelled, "Action!", the male and female leads came on stage to begin acting.

The female lead was playing a truck driver's wife. When she appeared, she was wearing the latest trendy lace pajamas, looking ready to go to bed.

Just then, the doorbell rang.

She quickly put on a cover-up and went to open the door.

A man in his thirties entered, very burly but not particularly handsome. He was a colleague of the female lead's husband, and he was the male lead in the film.

The male protagonist told the female protagonist,

"Your husband went on a business trip to Kaohsiung tonight and won't be back until tomorrow night."

He then turned to leave.

At that moment, the female protagonist's blouse accidentally slipped down. The male protagonist turned back and looked at her; his eyes immediately changed.

He quickly locked the door and approached her step by step, his expression one of lust.

The female protagonist looked panicked, afraid of his actions, and slowly backed away. Suddenly, the male protagonist pounced on her like a hungry tiger.

He grabbed her, and they rolled onto the bed, tumbling and pulling at her pajamas.

At this point, her lace pajamas were already torn open.

Tingting's heart began to pound, and she couldn't help but feel a little scared.

Suddenly, two large, bouncing breasts appeared before her eyes, her pajamas already ripped off.

Tingting's heart was pounding rapidly with each bounce of those breasts.

After a struggle, the female protagonist was completely naked. Completely exposed.

Tingting could clearly see her breasts and buttocks; the female protagonist was lying on her side.

When she turned around, her vulva wasn't exposed because the male protagonist's large hand was pressed against it.

The two naked protagonists were pressed tightly together, without any gap.

However, Tingting saw that the male protagonist's penis wasn't inside the female protagonist's vagina, so she breathed a sigh of relief. She only saw their hips rising and falling continuously.

The female protagonist was desperately twisting and struggling, and from her eyes

, it was clear she had been aroused by the male protagonist.

Tingting's cheeks began to flush.

She saw that the female protagonist's legs were clamped around the male protagonist's waist, seemingly refusing to let go. The female protagonist's hands were also gripping the male protagonist's shoulders tightly, and at this moment, her breathing became rapid.

The male protagonist lay motionless on top of the female protagonist, as if they had stopped moving.

Tingting slowly felt something strange and shifted her gaze to the male protagonist's buttocks. She saw his buttock muscles twitching intermittently, indicating that he was pleasurably ejaculating.

The male protagonist had already put on his clothes. The female protagonist was still lying naked on her side on the bed.

"I'm sorry, madam, please forget about this," the male protagonist said.

"No, I will remember it forever."

The male protagonist finished dressing and seemed to be leaving.

"No, don't go!"

"Madam, is there anything else you need?"

"Please...please do it again."

"Don't you...don't you hate me?"

"No...not at all!" the female protagonist said longingly, "I get love from violence, I want you to fuck me, fuck me hard, even if you fuck me to death, it doesn't matter."

After hearing these words, the male protagonist took off his clothes again.

The two indulged in another passionate encounter, but this time it was the female protagonist who took the initiative.

Then, the director yelled "Cut!"

All movement stopped, except for the two main actors on the bed, whose skin was still trembling, seemingly unable to calm their muscles.

After filming wrapped, the director walked over to Tingting and greeted her, asking,

"May I ask your name, Miss?"

"My name is Tingting."

"Oh! So you're Miss Tingting. Please come with me."

Tingting followed the director to another room, where only the two of them were present. The director closed the door behind them.

"Miss Tingting, please have a seat."

"Thank you!"

"I just heard from the producer that you're the female lead in the next film."

"No… I don't deserve that!" Tingting replied shyly.

"Have you ever acted before?"

"No!"

"Oh! Are you interested in acting?"

"Yes!"

"That's good."

"But...but I've never acted before?"

The director said reassuringly,

"It's okay, don't worry, we'll teach you when the time comes."

The director picked up a notebook from the table and read aloud,

"Next time, you will play 'the experience of a female student'."

Upon hearing "female student," Tingting quickly replied,

"I can act that, as long as I don't have any relationships with men and it gets filmed.

" "Of course we won't, but the 'sexual' indulgence is just something we'll use on camera. Don't worry, we won't do close-ups of your face."

"Thank you! Thank you!"

"Do you have any other questions?"

"I don't think so."

"Okay! You can go back now. Oh, by the way..."

The director handed Tingting the script for "A Female Student's Experience," saying,

"Take this home and review it. Also, memorize your lines. We'll start filming in three days."

Tingting looked grateful and quickly said,

"Thank you, Director. Thank you, Director."

Then, the director saw Tingting off.

For the next two days, Tingting studied the script in her apartment, a surge of joy welling up inside her. She thought,

"This is my first time stepping into society, but I didn't expect it to go so smoothly. My first film, and I'm the lead actress! Although the filming she saw was a bit revealing, I didn't find any need for such exposure in the script. The director also repeatedly assured me that there wouldn't be any scenes that would harm her, so I felt even more at ease. Besides, the purpose of this trip was to experience life in various industries. As long as I'm careful, I'm sure I'll return with a wealth of knowledge."

Tingting wrote these thoughts down in her diary.

She knew the script described "a female student's experience" as a story about a girl who, after school, encountered several delinquents on her way home. They took her to an empty house, assaulted her, and then she was rescued by patrolling police. Therefore, Tingting was quite reassured, believing no accidents could happen.

On the third night, Tingting went to bed early. She knew filming was very demanding, sometimes requiring all-nighters, and getting enough sleep would greatly benefit her mental state and complexion, allowing her to maintain her stamina without getting tired.

Tingting was already fast asleep, having set her alarm beforehand, so she slept peacefully.

Early the next morning… the alarm suddenly rang. Tingting got up, finished her chores, and went to the studio early, wanting to make a good impression.

The studio staff worked as usual.

Tingting greeted everyone.

She saw the director walk in from outside. So, Tingting went up to him and said,

"Director, good morning!"

"Good morning! Why haven't you changed yet?"

Tingting looked at her clothes, feeling embarrassed, and said,

"Um! I'll go change right away!"

"Okay, hurry up and change."

Tingting turned to leave, but the director called her back:

"Miss Tingting! By the way, when we're filming later, the producer will play the leader of our delinquent gang."

"Okay, no problem."

"By the way, if we start filming and I don't yell 'cut,' you can't stop... many times we'll have to start over."

"Okay, I remember."

"Also, if I yell 'cut,' you can't move around randomly, because all actions and positions must be continuous, and you can't say anything unnecessary outside the script while acting."

"Oh!"

"You remembered all that, right?"

"Yes! I remembered all that!"

"Okay! Go change your clothes! We'll start filming soon."

Tingting took her clothes and went to the bathroom to change.

Ten minutes passed…

Everyone seemed ready. The director called out,

“Ready?”

A chorus of “Ready!” came the reply.

Tingting, dressed in her university uniform, stood to the side, holding several books, watching the director. He was explaining the scene where the female student was dragged into an empty room by several thugs and subjected to humiliation. All the actors seemed to be listening intently.

Five minutes later, the director asked the actors,

“Did you understand?”

The actors nodded one by one.

The director checked everything; all preparations were complete. He shouted,

“On set!”

At the director’s command, “Camera!”

several thugs escorted Tingting into the room.

Tingting’s face was filled with fear; her large, dark eyes scanned her surroundings.

The room was empty; only a few lecherous men and her own loneliness stood before her.

Fear began to creep into Tingting’s heart; she clutched her books tightly to her chest. The burly men approached step by step, lewd grins spreading across their faces. She retreated step by step, until her back hit the wall. They continued to close in, and Tingting slowly moved her body towards the corner.

Then, Tingting felt she had nowhere to go, her back pressed tightly against the wall. They drew closer and closer.

Suddenly, Tingting threw the book she was holding.

The men dodged, returning to their original positions.

Now they were standing in front of Tingting, one of them reaching out to touch her delicate face, saying,

"This chick is quite pretty, let's all have a taste."

Just as he was about to make a move, a shout of "Stop!" rang out, and the men froze, turning to look.

Standing before them was a tall, burly, and muscular man. They were startled and exclaimed,

"Boss!"

"Hmm!"

the man asked,

"What mischief have you been up to now?"

"N-nothing...nothing, boss..."

The man walked over and asked again,

"Not yet? What's this?"

He pointed at Tingting and said,

"Where did you get her?"

"Heh...heh...yes...we grabbed her on the street...no...no...she didn't grab her, she came with us willingly..." one of the guys answered.

"Oh! Then why aren't any other girls with me?"

"...This..."

"You're lying to me again, you better watch out."

"No, boss, we wouldn't dare."

"Alright, you can leave."

"Yes, boss!"

As they looked back, they felt a deep sense of regret, never expecting such a swan-like beauty to fall into the hands of the boss.

This boss was none other than the producer himself, exuding an air of worldly wisdom.

He walked up to Tingting, gently touching her face, cheeks, neck, ears, and hair. Finally, he lifted her chin and said,

"Hmm! What a beauty."

Tingting looked at him with fear, too afraid to move.

He grabbed Tingting's hand and lifted it up. Tingting struggled, but the tighter his grip, the less she seemed able to break free. He scrutinized Tingting.

She was wearing a school uniform, a skirt, white socks, and black shoes, her legs pressed straight and together against the wall.

He suddenly tried to remove Tingting's jacket, but failed because she remained pressed against the wall.

Seeing that he couldn't remove her clothes, the boss suddenly grabbed Tingting's arms and began kissing her face wildly. Tingting kept twisting her neck to avoid his kisses. Although the eldest brother didn't kiss Tingting's lips, he kissed her cheeks and neck. Tingting felt a surge of heat wash over her, but she couldn't push him away.

The eldest brother was displeased that she wasn't very compliant, but he wouldn't give up. He pressed his chest against Tingting's upper body, making her unable to move, while his hands began to grope her delicate body.

The first thing Tingting felt was a pair of burning palms, kneading and rubbing between her breasts, waves of electricity slowly spreading from her nipples throughout her body.

Tingting began to scream:

"No...no...help...help me..."

But he ignored her, instead pressing his hands even more boldly against her breasts. Although his hands were pressing through several layers of clothing, the friction of the clothes made Tingting very uncomfortable. As the boss's hands kneaded, Tingting's bra rubbed against her nipples, sending waves of heat through her chest. She felt an indescribable sensation, a sensation she had never experienced before, a sensation that was both uncomfortable and pleasurable!

"Mmm...mmm..." she couldn't help but hum softly.

After kneading her breasts for a while, the boss quickly moved his hands to her waist, where he began to massage.

However, because Tingting's school skirt was very tight, he couldn't reach her genitals. He moved his hands to her buttocks, touching and kneading them, making Tingting feel uncomfortable all over. When his movements became too vigorous, his hand was accidentally pricked by the zipper of her skirt. At this moment, he realized that he should start there. Just as he was about to make his move, Tingting stopped him with her hands. The boss had a sudden idea and suddenly pulled her tightly with both hands. Tingting felt her breathing suddenly become difficult, and her hands loosened.

The boss used his buttocks to support her hands, and with his right hand, he pulled the zipper down forcefully. Suddenly, a hole appeared in the back of Tingting's school skirt.

He yanked hard with both hands, and the entire skirt belt snapped. Tingting tried to pull the skirt up with her hands, but it was too late. He quickly squatted down and pulled the skirt up to her ankles. Then, the leader quickly stood up. Tingting instinctively covered her genitals with her hands. The leader's hands immediately moved to Tingting's top, forcefully unbuttoning it.

At this moment, Tingting's bra was already partially exposed. She moved her right hand up to protect her breasts, while her left hand remained still, covering her genitals.

The leader paused for a moment, seemingly considering where to start. He reached into the school shirt and pulled it off along with the jacket. But the clothes didn't fall down; only the shoulders came down. However, Tingting's hands were bound behind her back, as if tied with rope.

Suddenly, what was revealed to the leader was a beautiful, fair-skinned young girl's body. At this moment, Tingting was only wearing a pure white bra and a semi-transparent lace panty. Tingting struggled, but she was surrounded by two walls, and there was also a human wall in front of her.

The boss began to lewdly laugh, touching Tingting's smooth and tender skin, and said:

"Haha...haha...haha...what a beauty...truly a masterpiece of God...haha...hahaha...haha...I never thought I would get her..."

His lewd laughter made Tingting realize her true nature, and fear gradually crept into her heart. She cried out:

"Help...help..."

"Little girl, who are you yelling for..."

"Wait a moment, if someone comes, you'll be in trouble..."

"Haha...haha...there isn't even a ghost around here, um...let alone a person...haha...haha...today...you're mine...haha."

He reached his hands to Tingting's chest, one hand pressing on her breast, the other pulling on her bra. The eldest brother tested it with his hand, then moved both hands to Tingting's chest and yanked hard, breaking the bra strap. He pulled the bra back, then placed his head on her nipple and licked it with his tongue.

Tingting felt a tingling sensation, and her breasts trembled a few times.

The eldest brother pressed his right hand on Tingting's left breast, twisting and kneading the nipple. He lifted her right breast with his left hand and sucked and licked the tender red nipple. Tingting's nipple swelled up, becoming as large as a plump red cherry. Her whole body felt a tingling sensation, and she unconsciously began to moan:

"...mmm...mmm...oh...oh...ah...ah..."

Tingting's legs trembled incessantly, as if ants were tickling her body. Tingting's vagina began to heat up, slowly boiling. This was a feeling she had never experienced before.

After his teasing, Tingting no longer knew where the play had gone. Tingting moaned, her body trembling.

The boss had been caressing her breasts for a while, sucking on one, then the other, licking this one, then that one, savoring Tingting's newly developed breasts.

After a while, Tingting suddenly felt a hot liquid flowing inside her uterus. Suddenly, she felt three "plop! plop! plop!" sounds in a row, and Tingting's vaginal fluid flowed out.

Only Tingting knew this feeling; it was like her menstrual period, gushing out from her tender vulva in spurts, soaking her white lace panties.

Based on the boss's experience, it seemed like it was almost time. At this moment, Tingting's soul seemed to float in mid-air, as if she were drunk. He reached out his right hand and scooped up some flesh on Tingting's mons pubis. Tingting seemed like a sleeping baby, awakened by some sound. The boss's right hand slid down, soaking Tingting's white panties with her vaginal fluid.

He chuckled, saying,

"Haha... little girl... what's wrong... couldn't wait... came first... haha... didn't expect... hehe... you're very sensitive... haha..."

The boss began to undress, saying as he did so,

"...hehe... little darling... won't... won't keep you waiting too long... almost done..."

While recalling her lines, Tingting acted out her fear. She stammered,

"...No...no...don't, I...I don't want to..."

The boss finally pulled down his underwear and walked towards her.

He grinned lewdly, saying, "...Haha...haha...little darling...I'm coming...I'm coming..."

For the first time, Tingting looked directly at a man's penis, standing erect amidst her pubic hair. That large, dark, fleshy rod, about seven inches long, stood erect between his legs, its glans as large as a small egg, purplish-red and shiny, proudly displaying its power. Before the boss's body even touched Tingting, the glans had already pressed against her vulva.

Tingting cried out for help:

"...Help...help...help...help...help..."

She screamed desperately, as if a burning iron block were scorching her.

The boss first gripped his penis tightly with his right hand, thrusting it wildly against Tingting's wet white panties. Tingting grew increasingly frightened, sweating profusely, unsure of what to do.

The boss squatted down and pulled Tingting's white lace panties down to her thighs, then stood up with a lewd grin. He gripped his penis again, pressing it against her wet vulva, while rubbing the glans against her pubic hair.

At this moment, Tingting's vulva was no longer protected by lace panties, completely exposed to the boss.

Although Tingting tried her best to resist, it was too late to escape. The boss pressed his body against hers. Instantly, Tingting felt a burning heat on her delicate body. The boss pressed his lips tightly against her fragrant lips, kissing and pressing them almost frantically. His right palm and chest rubbed and pressed against her breasts, like kneading dough. Meanwhile, his penis pressed and rubbed against Tingting's lower abdomen and vulva, like a piece of wood banging against a door.

At this moment, Tingting's breathing quickened, as the boss's pressure made it hard for her to breathe. However, such caresses were something Tingting could never describe through mere imagination.

Tingting gradually began to feel numb, itchy, and tingling, and slowly she succumbed. She seemed to be able to communicate with others through her actions.

The boss held Tingting's pink neck tightly and thrust his tongue into her mouth, swirling and sucking fiercely, making her tongue ache and hurt. Tingting couldn't escape even if she wanted to.

The boss was probably over thirty years old, and his actions showed that he was a seasoned womanizer. He knew from experience that the time was ripe.

Her white, milky skin and exposed breasts throbbed with a "plop! plop!" sound, making his blood boil.

Tingting's skin was fair and smooth, her two full breasts standing proudly on her chest. Her two moist labia, like two budding petals, protruded high, opening and closing intermittently, with clear, glistening vaginal fluid between them, abundant and arousing to behold. The fine, neat pubic hair on her mons pubis grew black and shiny on her vulva, like a fuzzy lawn, curving and covering the tender outside of her vulva.

Then, he lowered his head, stretched out his tongue, and licked her body vigorously. The eldest brother moved his head down, licking her pink neck, breasts, navel, and lower abdomen, until he reached the mysterious triangle covered by the fuzzy grass, and took her sensitive clitoris at the top of her labia into his mouth!

"Ah..."

Tingting's body had never been touched by a man, let alone licked with a tongue. Therefore, Tingting couldn't withstand such intense stimulation. Her blood surged, her slender waist swayed, and her legs trembled involuntarily.

Tingting's little mouth began to moan:

"...Ugh...Ugh...Hmm, um...Ugh...Ugh...Oh...Oh...Oh..."

The eldest brother spread her labia apart with both hands and inserted his tongue. He fiercely licked and sucked at her tender vulva, thirstily drawing in the sweet spring within to quench his thirst.

Tingting reacted instinctively; her virgin private parts were being attacked, and she naturally raised her thighs alternately to block his attack. This allowed Tingting to catch her breath slightly, as her hands were bound behind her back by her clothes and she couldn't move for a moment.

But the eldest brother, having tasted the sweetness, was unwilling to stop there. He continued to press down on Tingting's jade-like legs with both hands and licked her vulva with his tongue. This went on for about ten minutes. The leader squatted on the ground, his penis erect and hot between his legs. He stood up, his penis now perpendicular to his body, even more erect.

He pressed himself against Tingting, thrusting his thick penis wildly into her tender vulva. Perhaps he wasn't aiming carefully, or perhaps he wasn't targeting the entrance. So the glans couldn't penetrate.

But because of his wild thrusting, Tingting's vulva felt itchy and extremely uncomfortable, both inside and out.

Because Tingting had never been with a man before, she didn't know that a woman's vulva could accommodate any penis, regardless of size.

She was startled by the huge, thick, hard penis, breaking out in a cold sweat, completely bewildered.

Moreover, the director's script didn't describe it this way; it only said "being humiliated in an empty room," and the director repeatedly assured her that such a thing wouldn't happen, and certainly wouldn't be filmed.

Tingting thought to herself,

"Can I call 'cut'? It might upset the director, and he's instructed that no one can stop unless he calls 'cut.' Besides, he said he wouldn't let me suffer any loss, so I should just keep acting!"

The leader continued to touch her vulva with the head of his penis.

Tingting started crying for help again:

"...Help...Help...Quick...Quick...Help...Help...Help...Help...Help...Help...Help...Help me...Help...Help me...Help me...Help me...Help me..."

Tingting cried out dozens of times, but no savior appeared. She continued to cry out:

"...Help...Help...Help...Help...Help...Help...Help...Help...Help...Help..."

Tingting began to feel strange, asking herself,

"Why isn't the actor playing the policeman here? Did he forget? Or is the actor not here? Or is he asleep?"

Questions flooded Tingting's mind. She seemed to have forgotten that someone was having sex with her. No! It should be said that she was being raped. Her mind was already focused on these issues, and for a moment, her body seemed to ignore the sensory stimulation!

The boss used his right hand to grasp his penis and thrust it into Tingting's tender vagina.

At this moment, Tingting's mind cleared, and she felt a sharp pain in her vagina.

Tingting looked down and saw that the boss's glans was already halfway in. She knew that things were going badly.

The boss thrust hard again, and with a "whoosh," his seven or eight-inch-long penis went in a little further.

Tingting had never felt anything like this before; her vagina throbbed with pain, and she was in excruciating agony.

"...Ah...it hurts...it hurts...it hurts so much...ah...ouch..."

With that thrust, Tingting screamed, tears streaming from her eyes.

The boss's glans could feel a thin, resilient membrane blocking her vagina. He knew Tingting was probably still a virgin.

So, with all his might, he thrust, and with a "plop," he broke through her hymen! He pressed his advantage, ignoring Tingting's screams, and thrust again, a second thrust...his seven-inch-long penis was completely inside Tingting's tender virgin vagina. He wanted to press his advantage.

But Tingting cried out in pain:

"...ouch...ouch...it hurts...it hurts so much...it hurts so much...you...you...you...you...really...really defiled me...defiled me...you're so bad...you're so bad...so...so cruel...ah...ouch...ah..."

Tingting cried out in pain, her body convulsing and twisting wildly.

Seeing her weeping and wailing, the boss didn't care anymore. He gently withdrew his penis, then thrust it in hard.

"...You...you're going to die...ah...ah...you can't...you can't go in anymore...ah...help me...ouch...it hurts...it hurts so much...I...my vagina...my vagina is...it's about to tear open...ouch...ah...ah...no...don't...help me...it hurts...it hurts...it hurts so much...ah..."

The louder Tingting's cries for help grew, the more his blood boiled, and he thrust harder.

Tingting started crying incessantly, seemingly out of control; her voice became hoarse.

Seeing her like this, after thrusting fifty or sixty times, the boss suddenly felt pity and pulled his penis out.

Streams of vaginal fluid, mixed with a trace of virgin blood, flowed out with a "squeak...squeak...squeak..." sound.

Tingting threw herself at him, and the boss embraced her.

He gently placed Tingting on the ground and began to remove her skirt, underwear, coat, shirt, and bra. He used the clothes as a blanket.

Tingting sat naked on the cold floor.

He tried to comfort her, hoping to calm her down, but she started crying and screaming.

He tried to carry her to where her clothes were, but she wouldn't cooperate. Suddenly, she stood up and ran towards the door.

Realizing the danger, he pounced on her like a tiger pouncing on a sheep. A loud crash followed. He landed on top of her, and Tingting, unable to withstand the weight, fell face-first to the ground. Her breasts hit the floor with a loud thud.

He quickly scrambled to his feet and dragged her to the side with the clothes, a struggle that took him a great deal of effort.

Tingting rolled around on the ground, her body covered in patches of black and white, a pitiful sight. She resisted, struggling like a wild horse, stubbornly fighting back.

The eldest brother, no longer caring, pounced on her again, pressing his entire body against hers. Tingting lay on her back, her legs kicking and rubbing wildly in protest.

His right hand slid down her waist and pressed against her vulva. He began gently teasing her sensitive clitoris.

Feeling someone touching her vulva, Tingting instinctively swayed her hips.

The eldest brother then extended his middle finger, sliding it down into her vulva. Tingting trembled violently.

He slowly thrust, probed, drilled, teased, and dug, performing each action.

Under his intense teasing, Tingting's body trembled, her legs squeezing and kicking. She clenched her teeth, and moaned,

"...Ugh...Ugh...Shh...Shh...Hmm...Hmm...Oh..."

The boss had been playing with Tingting like this for over ten minutes, showing no sign of stopping.

A few more minutes passed, and the situation seemed to change again. Tingting groaned,

"Ugh...Ugh...It's so itchy...Ah...Ah...I...I...I can't take it...I can't take it anymore...Ah...Oh...Oh...Ouch...Ouch...I...I...I'm so itchy...So itchy...Ah...Ah...No...No...I can't take it anymore..."

Seeing Tingting's moans, the boss's penis grew even harder, swelling to a full eight inches long, and trembling constantly; he was desperately thirsty.

So, he launched another round of attacks.

First, the boss straddled Tingting's legs with his right foot. Then, he rubbed his thigh against her mons pubis, causing Tingting's genitals to heat up in waves.

After a while, he pressed his upper body against Tingting's delicate body again, rubbing his chest against her breasts. At this moment, Tingting's upper body gradually warmed up, and her nipples gradually became numb and swollen. Then, the older brother straddled Tingting's legs with his left foot.

Now, Tingting lay on her back in a "T" shape, while the older brother lay face down in a "|" shape.

Their physical contact seemed to be complete.

Then, the older brother began to do something naughty. He placed his hands under Tingting's armpits and moved his body up and down.

This way, not only could the older brother's chest be rubbed against her breasts, but his glans could also rub against Tingting's vulva, giving them both pleasure.

Tingting's delicate body was being rubbed by the older brother, and her heart was itching:

"...Ugh...Ugh...Oh...Oh...Hmm...Hmm...Itchy...Itchy...So itchy..."

Seeing that Tingting was starting to get aroused, the older brother pressed his chest against Tingting's breasts. He braced his toes against the ground, arching his body. He gripped the head of his penis with his right hand, his eyes fixed on her tender vulva, aligning the head with the opening.

Tingting was breathless under his weight, unable to push him away. She felt the boss thrust his hips forward, pressing down on her with a "plop," and the entire eight-inch-long penis plunged into her tender vulva.

Tingting screamed repeatedly:

"...Ah...it hurts...it hurts...it hurts so much...ah...ah...no...don't..."

She knew she had no one to turn to for help, and could only express the excruciating pain inside her vagina through screams.

Therefore, when the boss realized his penis was fully inserted, he immediately launched a powerful attack, repeatedly pulling out about five inches of his eight-inch-long penis before thrusting it back in completely.

Tingting began to feel waves of tingling pleasure throughout her body.

However, after the boss's thirty-odd thrusts... The fleshy opening of her vulva was being penetrated, causing Tingting to go from being in pain to falling into an abyss of agony.

She gritted her teeth, trying her best to suppress her pain, but it was still unbearable. She groaned,

"...Ah...Ugh...Ouch...Ouch...Ah...It hurts...It hurts...So...So painful...Ah...Ouch...I...I...My vulva...Vulva...My vulva...It's...It's going to tear...Ouch...Oh my god...Ah...Ah..."

Tingting's face was contorted with pain as she placed her hands on the boss's waist to reduce his thrusts. However, the more Tingting did this, the harder the boss thrust, as if he had an innate rebellious streak.

After about ten minutes, the boss had thrust nearly a thousand times.

Tingting's tightly furrowed brows finally relaxed. She no longer felt the previous pain; instead, she felt a tingling, numb, and aching sensation...

Only at this moment did a smile appear on the boss's face. He then lowered his head and took her nipple into his mouth, pulling and releasing it, causing her breast to sway, which was quite amusing.

The eldest brother took the nipple into his mouth, rubbing it with the tip of his tongue, sucking and licking it, giving it a hard time.

"...Ah...ouch...it's so itchy...ah...ah...it's so...it's killing me...so...so sore...uh...uh...um...um...oh...ah..."

The eldest brother's movements were practically like doing push-ups. His penis went in and out, filling her vagina with intense pleasure, making it feel full and swollen. At this moment, her two engorged labia were completely torn open. His large penis thrust in and out forcefully, the glans hitting the soft flesh of Tingting's clitoris with each stroke. The tender vagina was dripping with lustful fluid, making a "plop! plop!" squelching sound as the penis penetrated it.

"...Ugh...Oh...Hmm...Hmm...I can't take it...Ugh...Ah...It's so itchy...So sore...Oh...Oh...It's killing me with soreness...Ugh...Ugh...Hmm..."

Tingting was now completely out of her mind, not even knowing where the filming was going, whether it was still filming, or not. Her vagina was stuffed, numb and swollen, she was being violated to the point of aching and burning, her whole body was burning hot, her mouth was dry, and her heart was pounding like a drum.

Tingting's flower was wide open, and her lustful fluids gushed out of her vagina like a spring that had been dug out.

This time, the boss thrust in and out more than eight hundred times. Tingting's legs were weak, her limbs were powerless, her vision was blurring, and she was covered in fragrant sweat.

The boss thought to himself,

"I never expected this beauty to be untouched before I even got to enjoy her. Hehe! It feels so good, so satisfying and pleasurable!"

Tingting's body writhed violently, her buttocks twisting and turning, her vulva occasionally throbbing to meet the invading, hard penis. Therefore, every time the boss thrust his glans in, Tingting's whole body trembled and went numb.

Based on his experience, the boss judged that Tingting's stamina was waning and she probably wouldn't last much longer.

Tingting's hands clung tightly to the boss's waist, moving with the rise and fall of his body.

Suddenly, Tingting's moans rose and fell, a desperate plea:

"...Ah...ah...I...I...I can't...I...really can't...I...I...I can't take it anymore...Ugh...Ugh...Ouch...Ouch...It's killing me...Ugh...Ugh...I...I'm going to die...I...can't...Ah...Ah...Ah..."

When her cries stopped, she lay flat, her limbs motionless, like a dead person.

As streams of hot vaginal fluid gushed from her vulva, wetting the glans, the

man's penis trembled violently. His strength gave way, and he collapsed onto Tingting's delicate body.

His glans, hot from the vaginal fluid, trembled uncontrollably, and his semen involuntarily shot deep into her uterus with a "squeak...squeak...squeak."

At this moment, the director shouted:

"Cut! Wow! That's great, the best shot I've ever made in my life!"

The crew began packing up.

"Producer! Producer!"

the director called out, pulling at the producer. The producer woke up from Tingting's body and asked,

"Director, how did today's filming go?"

The director exclaimed happily,

"Great! Fantastic! So realistic! Producer, you can get up now, we're calling it a day."

"Okay!"

The producer got up and dressed, and the others left.

Now only the producer, director, and Tingting remained on set.

"Director, what about her?"

"Hey! She's too tired and still sleeping. Don't worry about her, let's go. She'll wake up on her own in a bit."

The producer covered Tingting's naked body with the scraps of clothing on the floor.

"Let's go! Go back and rest!"

With that, the two left together.

*** *** *** ***

Tingting didn't know how long she had slept alone on the floor. Suddenly, she felt a sharp, splitting pain in her vulva and slowly woke up.

Instinctively, she touched her vulva with her right hand, only to find it covered in blood-tinged vaginal fluid. She burst into tears.

Slowly, she stood up and wiped away the blood, vaginal fluid, and the man's semen with her underwear. Then, she put on her clothes, put her underwear in her bag, and left the empty room.

Like a soulless person, she walked the streets in the silent, dark night. She returned to her apartment and first wrote down what had happened that day in her diary. Then, she took out the underwear from her bag, the one that had been used to wipe away the virgin blood, vaginal fluid, and semen, and set it on fire in the room.

Although the evidence was burned, the inner pain could never be quelled.

Then, Tingting went to the bathroom to shower, hoping to wash away her trauma with hot water. But she knew it was impossible.

She turned on the tap. The water gurgled and splashed as Tingting began to wash away the day's experiences… [The End]

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