Three articles about clubs

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The first coincidence

: "Darling, I won again last week! This is my ninth win so far. Just one more and you'll
get the grand prize! How are you going to reward me?" Qi Rong said sweetly. Approaching 40, she
was very well-maintained; while not as youthful as a girl, she possessed the fullness and charm of a mature woman.
She was fixing her hair in front of the mirror, her eyes slightly narrowed as she looked at her
husband standing behind her, zipping up her dress.

"Didn't I promise you before? If I win again this time, I'll let you be willful this once." Fang Wencheng was
45 years old, successful in his career, and Qi Rong was his second wife. Fang Wencheng truly loved his current wife
. They met at a club dinner party, and the main course that night was none other than his first wife.
Fang Wencheng still remembers that night when he personally beheaded his wife. Qi Rong,
staring at him with dazed eyes, was shamelessly masturbating in front of him,
her white dress stained crimson by the blood gushing from her severed neck. The blood bloomed like flowers on Qi Rong's dress, and Qi Rong, in the throes of masturbation,
let out a scream of climax, her body trembling as her climax sprayed onto the pool of blood on the ground. That scene was deeply
imprinted in Fang Wencheng's mind. After his wife's body was cooked into a dish, Fang Wencheng brought a plate of golden-
brown meat to Qi Rong. Everything that followed followed naturally. Eighteen years passed in a flash; their daughter
was now 16, and his son from his previous marriage was 18.

Fang Wencheng brought his head close to Qi Rong's head, taking a deep sniff of her faint fragrance. His breath tickled
Qi Rong, making her giggle. "Haha...it tickles! You said it, so don't regret it."

"No regrets!" Fang Wencheng said, hugging his wife from behind. His large hand slipped under her open neckline, reaching into her alluring
cleavage and kneading her soft breasts.

"Oh...you're so annoying, you've messed up my clothes. Waaah..." Qi Rong seemed annoyed, but her tone was coquettish.
Her sensitive body went limp in her husband's arms, her head turning to search for his mouth. After a long while, their mouths
parted. Qi Rong broke free from her husband's embrace, straightened her disheveled clothes, and stuffed her protruding breasts back into her
dress. She said reproachfully, "We're going to be late! Xing'er and Yan'er are asleep

, aren't they?" "They've been asleep for a while. Don't worry, we'll make it. Besides, are you in such a hurry?" Fang Wencheng's tone was somewhat annoyed
, because he knew his wife too well. Regardless of the outcome, he was very likely to marry his third wife
, but deep down, he always felt a strong sense of reluctance towards Qi Rong.

Qi Rong naturally knew what her husband was thinking. Like a young girl, she hugged his arm and gently shook it, softly saying
, "Husband, I know you can't bear to part with her, but she'll be 40 this year, and then she'll only be
fodder. Rather than that, I hope you can enjoy her beautiful flesh."

This was a question Fang Wencheng had been avoiding, so he could only nod helplessly and say, "Let's go."

After Fang Wencheng finished speaking, Qi Rong took her husband's arm, and together they left the house, driving towards the club
. The moment the couple closed the door, a long-suppressed groan erupted from their son's bedroom on the second floor.

"Ah...ah...Master brother, Yan'er can't take it anymore, I'm going to die...sob..." Clear
groans with a touch of childishness continuously came from Fang Xingsheng's bedroom. Panting heavily, Fang Xingsheng
pressed his younger sister, Fang Yan, firmly against the desk, his penis rapidly thrusting into her wet, sweet vagina.

Fang Xingsheng, his face flushed with excitement, watched his parents drive away through the window from behind the desk. He unleashed his pent-up lust,
roaring as he thrust violently, his large hands slapping his younger sister's delicate, upturned buttocks repeatedly. Fang Yan let out intermittent
gasps, her beautiful legs, which barely touched the ground, suddenly straightening. Her body, pressed against the desk,
trembled, her slender arms jerking up, her small hands leaving blurry marks on the windowpane. Her innocent
face was vacant, her pink lips slightly parted, drool dripping onto the desk, wetting her flushed
face.

Fang Xingsheng roared, suddenly grabbing his sister's neck from behind, his large hands trapping her
long neck, then forcefully pulling her up off
the desk. Then, like a pile driver, he dragged her body, thrusting violently in sync with his hip movements.

Caught off guard, Fang Yan's breath was choked. Her head was forced back, her long hair
swaying with her brother's movements. Her arched body formed a crescent-shaped curve, her well-developed breasts
heaving violently with each rise and fall of her chest, her two pink nipples erect with excitement, tracing dazzling arcs in the air
. Fang Yan's skin was flushed, damp with sweat, and tinged with a lascivious hue, thrusting with each of her brother's thrusts
.

Fang Xingsheng's movements grew increasingly rapid, as if he truly intended to strangle Fang Yan. The muscles in his arms bulged,
the veins on his fingers stood out, and his fingers dug deep into the skin of Fang Yan's neck. The table shook from the violent movements, and
Fang Yan's dangling feet kicked uncontrollably in the air, searching for a non-existent foothold. Her petite
body, though restrained, maintained its beautiful curve, her chest heaving rapidly from lack of air,
emitting gurgling sounds from her throat. Her arms, initially flailing wildly against the glass, gradually lost strength, and
her pale hands slowly slid down the glass. Her delicate face flushed crimson, the veins like roots showing
through her skin, resembling cracks in exquisite porcelain. Her slightly purplish mouth opened, her tiny tongue protruding against her palate
, saliva uncontrollably dripping down, wetting her pointed chin. Her eyebrows furrowed, her large eyes
trembled, her pupils rolled back, revealing bloodshot whites.

Finally, Fang Xingsheng, trembling, ejaculated all his semen into his sister's body. The whole process seemed to freeze time
, the air thick with the scent of eroticism and death. Only after the last spurt of semen shot out did Fang Xingsheng release
his hands, then take two steps back and collapse onto the bed, panting heavily. Fang Yan's body slammed onto the table,
then rolled down like a puddle of mud, sprawling limply on the floor. A fishy, foul smell
emanated from Fang Yan's lower body. Fang Yan had lost control of her bladder; urine mixed with milky semen
gushed from her still-open, pink vulva, quickly forming a wet patch beneath her buttocks.

Only Fang Xingsheng's heavy breathing filled the bedroom. A moment later, Fang Yan's body convulsed as if electrocuted
, followed by violent heaving of her chest. Her dazed face trembled rapidly, and a violent cough
escaped her lips, spitting out saliva and tears tinged with faint red blood. With each cough, Fang Yan's body
jerked, the sickly flush on her face gradually fading, her breathing returning to normal,
and her lifeless eyes slowly regaining their light. However, she still looked extremely weak.

After resting for a while, Fang Xingsheng got out of bed, kicked his sister who was still lying on the floor, and yelled
, "You slut, stop pretending to be dead and get up. You're the one who asked to attend this masquerade party; don't blame
me if you miss it."

Being called a slut by her brother made Fang Yan a little unhappy. She pouted and huffed, "Don't call me a slut!
It's all because of you! I'm not a slut!"

Seeing his sister's displeasure, Fang Xingsheng knew that he had indeed molded her into this way; she usually acted
like a well-behaved girl in public. He scratched his head sheepishly and changed the subject, asking, "..." Are you still going to the party that night?
Mom and Dad have already gone. Actually, I really don't want to go. I always attend club activities behind my parents' backs. If
you hadn't insisted on going to this party, I really wouldn't want to take the risk. If Mom and Dad find out, they'll beat me to death."

Fang Yan sat up with a look of disdain and said, "You're such a stupid man. Do you really think you can hide
your little secret from Dad? Dad's so smart, do you think he doesn't know? Stop talking nonsense, is everything ready?"

It has to be said that women are unpredictable creatures. At this moment, Fang
Yan seemed like a completely different person from the Fang Yan who had just been treated as a sex slave. Fang Yan's words stunned Fang Xingsheng, who hurriedly asked, "No way, Dad knows
? What do we do?"

"What do you mean, what do we do? Just deal with it! To tell you the truth, it was Dad who made me your sex slave. After all
, you're my worthless brother. According to Dad, I'm your first sex slave, to give you some
experience. But brother, your performance in this area really satisfies me; you must have inherited Dad's excellent genes,
hehe. Enough with the nonsense, get the mask out, let's go." Fang Yan's words left Fang Xingsheng speechless
, but he still opened the drawer, took out the prepared mask, dressed, and went out with his sister.

At 9 PM, Fang Wencheng and Qi Rong arrived at the club entrance on time, parked the car, and Fang Wencheng put on a
small golden face mask. Then, holding his wife's hand, they entered the club. People arrived one after another, and
the club's lobby became increasingly crowded. Apart from Qi Rong and the service staff, everyone else wore various kinds of masks
. This was a large banquet hall, decorated with a classical aesthetic. The lighting in the hall was not bright,
creating a slightly hazy effect while allowing people to see each other clearly.

Those attending this masquerade party were all long-time members of the club, and seeing a beautiful woman like Qi Rong without a mask
, they all knew what it meant, their gazes involuntarily drawn to her. Qi Rong's attire was also
unusual among the female guests; most of the women present were dressed either sexily or seductively, some even completely naked,
while Qi Rong wore a white evening gown. The off-shoulder bodice exposed most of Qi Rong's ample
breasts, with glimpses of her brown areolas intentionally or unintentionally revealed; the corset was cinched to its limit, so tight that Fang Wencheng's embrace seemed as if
it might break if he loosened his grip; the long skirt trailed on the ground, revealing a pair of
small feet in white high heels with each step. It must be said that this outfit perfectly complemented Qi Rong's气质 (qi zhi - inherent quality/temperament), exuding elegance, maturity, and charm.

At 9:30, Fang Xingsheng and Fang Yan arrived, donned masks, and entered the club. Both masks
were cartoon characters; Fang Xingsheng wore a wolf-face mask, but not fierce, with a slightly goofy, husky-like look,
while Fang Yan wore a bunny-face mask, appearing cute and lively. On the way there, Fang Xingsheng had been scolded by Fang Yan again
because she was very dissatisfied with the clothes he had prepared. So, Fang Yan simply
walked into the club naked. Fang Yan's body was just beginning to develop, bearing some resemblance to her mother; her breasts were full and already taking
shape, and her buttocks were pert, radiating youthful vitality. Seeing his sister's body exposed to everyone
, Fang Xingsheng secretly swallowed, inwardly grumbling, "This slut just doesn't want to wear clothes;
her scolding was just an excuse."

Not long after Fang Xingsheng and Fang Yan arrived, the party officially began. The host walked to the center of the venue, and
the guests consciously quieted down. The banquet's proceedings were familiar to everyone. After the host's introductions,
three women were brought forward by three men resembling executioners. The three women displayed different expressions. The older one appeared quite
composed, even enticing the executioners behind her. The two younger girls seemed
somewhat nervous, but neither struggled, obediently prostrating themselves on the ground, allowing the executioners to enter their bodies.

The hall was quiet, save for the sounds of flesh colliding and the three women's moans. Soon, the executioners finished
and withdrew from the women's bodies, leaving them kneeling on the ground, awaiting their final moment. The three executioners
each picked up a cleaver and stood behind the women, silently adjusting their positions. The older woman
seemed oblivious, and, as if unsatisfied, her hands
frantically working on her breasts and between her legs. The other two girls, however, were stiff-faced, their cheeks flushed, and their bodies trembling slightly.

The three executioners exchanged glances, then simultaneously swung their cleavers, bringing them down with deadly force. With a series of
thuds, the cleavers sliced open the girls' necks, and three heads flew off, rolling to the feet of the guests in front. The headless
bodies, splattering blood, rose to their feet, then collapsed to the ground, struggling helplessly. The executioners picked up the heads and
placed them on a display stand in the center of the arena. The stand had a circle of trays, one for each of the three heads, with
several empty spaces left unattended.

The three women's heads hadn't died immediately. Two of the girls had eyes of horror and confusion, their mouths
trembling, while the older woman was filled with excitement, even licking the bloodstains from the corner of her mouth
. Qi Rong, standing opposite the three women, watched intently, a few bloodstains on the hem of her white dress. She recalled
the first time she met her husband.

"Darling, do you want to see Rong'er's head lying there too?" Qi Rong
asked dreamily, holding her husband's arm.

"That won't do. Even if Rong'er is just a head, I'll keep her with me." Fang Wencheng kissed
his wife's cheek affectionately.

Across from them, Fang Xingsheng muttered to his sister, "Wow, that woman was really slutty. Her head was gone and she was
still masturbating."

Fang Yan said disdainfully, "I knew you liked sluts. Look, her body is still soft. If you like her, go for it
."

Fang Yan's words made Fang Xingsheng shrink back. The club didn't prohibit necrophilia, and some women even hoped to
be necrophilized after death, but Fang Xingsheng wasn't very interested in that. However, just as the two were talking, a
man who looked quite old climbed onto the corpse of the beautiful woman from before and began thrusting behind her.

At this moment, the host announced the start of free time. The executioner picked up the two girls' corpses and headed
to the cooking area on the east side of the venue, where they would be made into delicacies. The so-called free time meant unrestricted
sex, as long as both parties were willing. This is usually the time for men to hunt for women. Everyone wears a mask,
and no one knows the other's identity. Men often take the initiative, inviting women they fancy. Of course, some
bold women will also take the initiative to invite men, and as gentlemen, they generally won't refuse a lady's invitation. However, Qi
Rong was clearly an exception. No man invited her. It wasn't that Qi Rong wasn't attractive enough; it's just that at this kind of banquet,
women who weren't wearing masks had special rights. They could choose the men they liked, and they wouldn't be refused.

Not long after the free time began, Fang Yan left with a strong man who looked like a fitness instructor.
Fang Xingsheng also began searching for his target, and finally, he spotted a woman whose figure resembled Qi Rong's by about 70%,
and went over to her. Actually, the brother and sister had seen their mother when the banquet started, but to
avoid their parents, they had never attended such a masquerade party before and weren't very familiar with the rules. Furthermore, Fang Xingsheng hadn't
dared to go up and greet his parents, so he didn't know what not wearing a mask meant. However, Fang Xingsheng still
felt that something was going to happen because of his mother's actions, and he couldn't help but feel a strange unease.

A lewd atmosphere filled the hall, couples entwined, their sounds rising and falling,
fueling everyone's lust. The brother and sister were quite familiar with this part;
it was a staple of almost every club activity. Fang Yan was held in the arms of a strong man, her waist gripped,
her petite body like a helpless little rabbit, being lifted and lowered by him. Meanwhile, Fang Xingsheng was
excitedly thrusting into a beautiful woman from behind, his hands leaving handprints on her white buttocks
, eliciting moans from the woman.

Qi Rong, also moved by the atmosphere, slumped into her husband's arms, her face flushed and panting softly, stroking
his chest. Soon, Fang Wencheng lay down, letting Qi Rong, dressed in a formal gown, straddle him. Tonight, Qi Rong didn't
want to see other men; she only wanted to make love passionately with her husband.

In this crazy and indulgent era, many women were killed, passively or actively, in clubs. They
enjoyed the rape of men, their bodies wantonly displayed behind masks. Each one was the most wanton
harlot, because this might be their last time having sex. If they were selected in subsequent activities,
their heads would be placed on the display platform like the previous three women, but it didn't matter anymore;
at that point, they would just be pieces of beautiful flesh.

The extremely depraved party continued, everyone releasing their desires, but it was only the beginning.
As couples reached climax at the banquet, the next segment began. The crowd cleared the center of the venue,
and the host reappeared, flanked by Qi Rong and Fang Wencheng. The third segment of the banquet
began: a life-or-death competition. This segment pitted the women against each other; the loser would die and become
a delicacy at the banquet. Qi Rong is the reigning champion. She has already won nine matches, each one resulting in
the defeat and execution of nine women. Her opponent will be determined by drawing lots. As the champion,
Qi Rong no longer wears a mask. If she wins her tenth match, the club will grant her husband a request.
The champion is not a regular occurrence; most of the time, two women are randomly selected to compete. Only
women seeking extreme thrills actively request a champion, and few manage to reach the tenth match,
as the content and opponent are unpredictable. In most matches,
the mask is only removed after one woman is defeated and becomes a corpse, revealing her identity.

Today's event is hanging. Two gallows are placed in the center of the arena. The two women
will be hanged by their opponent's male partner. While they struggle, they will also be raped by their partner.
Only one woman can be saved alive. The host reached into a lottery box containing
the numbers of all the female guests present that day. After fiddling with the box for a moment, the host took out a small white ball, spun it, and
a red number appeared before everyone: No. 6213.

Upon seeing the number, Fang Yan froze, her mouth agape beneath her mask, and she stammered, "How
...how could it be me?"

Fang Xingsheng, standing beside her, also froze, utterly shocked, and stammered, "It's...it's over,
Dad and the others are definitely going to find us."

Hearing her brother's words, Fang Yan was somewhat angry, and growled, "It's not about being found out, it's about
one of us dying—Mom or I! We can't escape!"

Fang Xingsheng also reacted, feeling a strange, even excited feeling, and said, "So, I
have to go up too?"

Noticing her brother's and her own attention... They were completely on different wavelengths, and after the initial shock, they were now
agitated. Fang Yan, who had always loved her father, said to Fang Xingsheng with some disgust, "You
mother-obsessed bastard, since you drew my number, either Mom or I have to die. If I die, it'll be from Father's abuse
, which isn't so bad. If Mom dies, I'll become Father's sex slave, and you can forget about touching me."

Fang Xingsheng, resentful of his sister's scolding, chuckled and muttered, "Aren't you a father-obsessed bastard too?"

The siblings whispered to each other. Seeing no one step forward, the host raised the ball and loudly called out the numbers, continuously...
After being called twice, Fang Yan finally came out, followed closely by Fang Xingsheng. Seeing the two emerge
, Qi Rong was somewhat puzzled, finding the couple opposite her strangely familiar, but quickly dismissed the thought.
Such things were not uncommon; she had once beaten her best friend in a competition, only to find
her friend already dead by then.

The host, without further ado, announced the start of the competition. Qi Rong and Fang Yan walked to the gallows, stepping onto
a low stool. Fang Wencheng and his son Fang Xingsheng began adjusting the length of the noose to ensure
their penises could easily penetrate the women once they were suspended. At the same time, Qi Rong removed her dress
; beneath the white gown, she wore no bra, only black stockings with
suspenders pulling them tight around her thighs. Her vagina, recently filled by her husband, was incredibly wet, semen
slowly trickling down her inner thighs. Her delicate little feet, clad in white high heels and black stockings
, created a captivating allure.

Looking at his stepmother's elegant yet wanton appearance, Fang Xingsheng felt a surge of desire. He quickly adjusted the length of the noose
and positioned himself behind Qi Rong. Fang Yan, being smaller, took Fang Wencheng a little longer to adjust the noose, but
he finished quickly and stood in front of her. Looking at her father, Fang Yan wanted to call out "Father
!" However, after opening her mouth several times, she remained silent. Fang Yan's emotions were complex, a mixture of fear and
anticipation, her whole body trembling slightly with tension.

"Don't be nervous. Although I don't think you can win, I will do my best to let you enjoy the final pleasure,"
Fang Wencheng gently comforted her, noticing her nervousness and lack of recognition.

Although she knew he hadn't recognized her, being treated gently by her beloved father
stirred something within Fang Yan, easing her tension considerably. She secretly cheered herself on, hoping to defeat her mother.

A noose hung in front of the mother and daughter. Looking at the circular rope that could potentially take their lives,
both mother and daughter obediently put it around their necks. Seeing that they were ready, the host began the countdown. Both
mother and daughter were nervous, but all they could do was try to breathe deeply, hoping they could hold on until the end.

"Three, two, start!" As soon as the host finished speaking, the father and son simultaneously kicked away
the stools under their feet. The two delicate bodies, one large and one small, were instantly suspended in mid-air, their bodies sinking slightly before being pulled back by the rope around their necks. Their bodies
instinctively tried to struggle. However, compared to Fang Yan, Qi Rong quickly calmed down and restrained her movements.
Fang Yan, on the other hand, continued to struggle, even raising her hands to touch her neck. However, Fang Wencheng stopped her movements
, then gently lifted her waist, aimed his penis at his daughter's vagina, and inserted it.
At the same time, Fang Wencheng said gently, "Don't struggle. If you struggle like this, you'll lose quickly."

Fang Yan could still hear her father's voice. After the initial panic, she calmed down and intentionally cooperated with her father
's movements. However, she couldn't breathe and her head was a little dizzy, making her movements stiff. She was clearly
not used to this situation.

On the other side, Fang Xingsheng saw his stepmother's body hanging up, not struggling much. Her body
twisted slightly in the air, which he felt was seducing him. His lust exploded instantly. He grabbed Qi Rong's body and thrust
his penis into her body from behind, then began to pump rapidly.

Qi Rong, who was experienced in the air, felt the man's movements behind her and felt that this was not good. This kind
of guy would easily lose strength and would not be of much help to her. So Qi Rong tried her best to control her body and not struggle,
reducing the stimulation she gave Fang Xingsheng, but it didn't have much effect. Fang Xingsheng was extremely excited at this moment.
He not only thrust his penis forcefully, but also groped Qi Rong's full breasts, grabbing and kneading them
. This gave Qi Rong a series of stimuli.

The competition began, and the crowd became lively, shouting loudly. Some cheered, but most
were saying things like "fuck the two women to death." Fang Wencheng's rhythm was steady, skillfully thrusting his
penis, his hands constantly caressing Fang Yan's body, occasionally uttering comforting words. Fang Xingsheng seemed to be
infected by the crowd, thrusting even more vigorously, his movements becoming increasingly rough and brutal, occasionally slapping Qi Rong's
body with his palms, or twisting and kneading the soft flesh of her delicate body.

At this moment, both mother and daughter's faces had turned flushed, their eyes widened, and their mouths opened uncontrollably
. Their brains, deprived of oxygen, were sluggish, but their bodies twisted involuntarily. Fang Yan, in particular,
moved by her father, writhed with all her might, seemingly hoping her father would like her more.

Within minutes, Fang Xingsheng's movements quickened, and suddenly he grabbed Qi Rong's body, his own body
stiffening and trembling as he ejaculated into her. Still somewhat conscious
, Qi Rong immediately knew she was in trouble. According to the rules, once the man was unable to continue intercourse, he had to leave the woman's body. At that point, Qi
Rong would be left hanging on the rope, struggling, receiving no further help.

Although Qi Rong's mind was still relatively clear, her wanton body was unusually honest. As a warm current entered
her body, Qi Rong's voluptuous body trembled involuntarily. Her arms flailed wildly,
her body, held by Fang Xingsheng, twisted and turned like a snake, her long, beautiful legs kicking in the air.

Qi Rong gave up, feeling that she was likely to lose this time. Soon everyone would see her
dancing alone on the ropes. At this moment, even Qi Rong's sluggish brain began to stir with passion, and she was about to completely relinquish
control of her body.

Compared to Qi Rong, Fang Yan wasn't having an easy time either, but she was actively aroused. Her petite body
writhed freely in her father's arms, completely letting go of herself, her mind only focused on having her father bring her to the peak of orgasm.
Her masked face was now somewhat purple, her eyes the only visible part, bloodshot, yet
a smile played on her lips, creating an eerie scene with her slowly protruding tongue.

Even after his climax, Fang Xingsheng remained unusually excited, his penis still hard. His mind
was consumed by lust, and he showed no sign of stopping. He pulled his semen-covered penis from her vagina, spread
her soft buttocks, and thrust it into her tight anus without restraint.

Caught off guard, Qi Rong felt a hot steel rod plunge into her body, causing her entire body
to convulse in pain. However, she was also strangely delighted, never expecting the man behind her to be so powerful, managing to
have sex twice. Using her remaining clarity, she coordinated with his movements, relaxing her anus.

Fang Wencheng continued his methodical thrusting, his skill evident in the
girl's intense arousal. He chuckled and playfully slapped her breasts, saying, "Little slut,
you're almost dead, and you're still so wanton."

Fang Yan seemed to hear her father's words, her body throbbing even more violently, her vagina spasming intensely,
giving Fang Wencheng a surge of pleasure. He couldn't help but laugh and curse, "You little slut, you're really something, you almost made
me cum."

At this moment, both women's minds were blank; their bodies were reacting purely to instinct. Behind Qi
Rong, Fang Xingsheng grew increasingly frenzied, his eyes bloodshot. He grabbed Qi Rong's thighs, his penis thrusting
wildly in and out of her anus. Qi Rong's thighs were spread apart, her head glazed over, staring upwards. Her voluptuous body arched back and forth
, her arms trembling uncontrollably. Her open vulva dripped sparsely with vaginal fluid, wetting the ground in front of her
.

The now-mad Fang Xingsheng suddenly roared, "Mom! Mom, I'll fuck you to death! I'll fuck you to death, you slut!"

Fang Xingsheng's roar drew laughter from the surrounding crowd, but Fang Wencheng
, recognizing his son's voice, froze. He was certain it was his son's voice. His shrewd mind raced, easily realizing that
the woman clinging to his penis must be his daughter, Fang Yan. At this thought, Fang Wencheng lost his composure
; his penis throbbed, ready to ejaculate.

Fang Wencheng felt he was losing control, his movements instinctively quickening. He asked, somewhat annoyed, "Fang
Yan, is that you?"

Fang Yan, of course, couldn't answer. Her petite, wanton body, feeling the throbbing of Fang Wencheng's penis,
instinctively tightened her vagina, finally causing Fang Wencheng to erupt completely. Hot semen poured into Fang Yan's vagina
, seemingly giving her immense satisfaction. Her entire body trembled violently, hanging in the air. The mask concealed
her face, obscuring her expression, but her spectacular performance drew cheers from the crowd. Her petite,
fair body trembled powerfully, like a fish out of water, and a stream of fluid
gushed from her vagina, still blocked by his penis—she had lost control of her bladder.

Fang Wencheng had to withdraw his penis, and he no longer had the will or ability to continue. He could only follow
the rules, leaving Fang Yan's body, and continue his performance, looking at the increasingly familiar petite figure before him. Her trembling
body spun in the air, spraying urine around her, looking incredibly lewd, pleasing to the crowd, but
also putting her own life on the countdown.

On the other side, Fang Xingsheng remained ferocious, leaving Fang Wencheng speechless. Qi Rong's condition was clearly
much better than Fang Yan's; although she appeared dazed, her chest was still heaving violently. Being half-held by Fang Xingsheng,
she wouldn't die anytime soon. However, the position Fang Xingsheng had made was incredibly lewd, like someone holding her
while she urinated, and the constant opening and closing of her vulva, accompanied by occasional spurts of urine, made it even more vivid.

A few minutes later, Fang Xingsheng erupted again, finishing spraying his semen, and then he collapsed limply to the ground
. Qi Rong's body was released, hanging in the air, convulsing uncontrollably. Her body trembled as if electrocuted
, and semen mixed with urine flowed from her vagina, splattering everywhere along her wildly kicking thighs.
She had also lost control of her bladder.

Fang Yan, however, was almost completely still, only her limbs twitching occasionally. Her body
hung limply in the air, her head tilted to one side. A moment later, the host announced that Qi Rong was the winner,
loudly declaring that she had completed 10 challenges and that an additional segment would be added, allowing her master to make a request.

Only then were the mother and daughter lowered from the gallows. After the noose was released, Qi Rong's chest began to rise
and fall, while Fang Yan remained motionless. Fang Wencheng, with mixed feelings, walked to Fang Yan's side. According to the rules,
he would be the one to remove Fang Yan's mask.

He picked up the mask and, sure enough, saw his daughter's familiar face. Fang Yan's face was flushed purple,
her eyes wide and lifeless, but a strange smile played on her lips, suggesting
a strange satisfaction in her final moments.

Fang Wencheng sighed, glanced at his son who was panting and unaware of what had happened,
and went to his wife's side without saying anything. He helped Qi Rong up and gently patted her back. After a short while, Qi
Rong came to her senses and, seeing her husband beside her, exclaimed with delight, "Honey, I won?"

Fang Wencheng nodded but didn't speak. Qi Rong noticed something was wrong with her husband and asked with some confusion,
"Honey, what's wrong? You don't seem too happy."

Fang Wencheng sighed again and continued, "Your opponent was Yan'er."

Qi Rong was taken aback at first, then turned to look at Fang Yan lying on the ground. Even just from her profile, she recognized her
daughter immediately. Qi Rong was stunned for a moment, but not too saddened. She said, "I really didn't expect this."

Fang Wencheng also smiled bitterly, "Yes, I didn't expect it either."

Qi Rong quickly recovered and said leisurely, "Husband, don't be sad. Actually, Yan'er has always liked you
. You must have enjoyed it very much in her final moments."

Fang Wencheng was silent. He knew his daughter liked him, but he had made Fang Yan Fang
Xingsheng's sex slave for his son's sake. He never expected that she would die at his hands in the end. At this moment, Fang Xingsheng also recovered. Somewhat frightened,
he walked up to Fang Wencheng and Qi Rong. He knew he couldn't avoid it and whispered, "Dad, Mom."

Fang Wencheng looked at his son and said helplessly, "Go and help your sister get ready. If you want
a female slave in the future, you'll have to rely on yourself."

At this moment, some staff members approached Fang Xingsheng. Although Fang Yan had become a piece of meat, as
Fang Yan's master, Fang Xingsheng could still offer some suggestions on how to handle her. Moreover, he could take Fang Yan's head with him after the banquet
. Fang Xingsheng reluctantly helped the staff cut off Fang Yan's head, then placed it on
the display stand himself.

In the center of the hall, the host excitedly announced Fang Yan's victory, declaring her the "Ten-Victory Bitch," and explained
that due to the emergence of the Ten-Victory Bitch, an additional segment would be added to tonight's banquet. Fang Wencheng led Fang Yan away to prepare,
and the next, most tense and exciting segment began: random execution. In this random execution,
every female slave present could be drawn and slaughtered. In exchange, the chosen slave could choose
her preferred method of execution.

This time, instead of the host drawing lots, a lottery machine was used. The host activated the machine, and everyone
watched the small red ball fluttering inside. After a moment, a ball flew out and landed in a transparent box
. The host picked up the ball and loudly announced the number. A scream erupted from the crowd, and a
woman wearing a black dog mask was helped into the center of the hall by her master. The female slave appeared nervous, her body
trembling slightly, yet her lower body gushed with lustful fluids; she climaxed the moment she was chosen.

The host and the master and slave, who had entered the center of the arena, whispered a few words before announcing that the woman would be subjected to human stinging
. Fang Xingsheng, alone on the sidelines, watched with immense excitement. He saw two executioners push up a
platform, and the female slave, limp in her master's arms, was pressed onto it. Her limbs were then straightened and fixed
in a T-shape, lying face down on the platform. Next, a leather belt was tied around her waist, and a noose was placed around her neck
.

Everything was ready, and the execution began. The slave's master tightened the noose behind her and
entered her from behind. The noose around her neck tightened, her head, adorned with a puppy mask, was pulled up, her body
trembling and swaying with her master's movements, but her body remained fixed to the platform. Two executioners
, wielding large axes, approached the woman on either side of her. Knowing what was about to happen, she struggled violently, her
strangled throat gurgling. Tears welled in her eyes beneath her mask, yet they shone with a dazed and terrified light
. The surrounding crowd cheered; some even flirted excitedly and began making love. Amidst the
boiling shouts, the executioners swung their axes and brought them down heavily onto the platform. With two sharp thuds, the executioners,
with practiced skill, severed the female slave's arms at the shoulder. The slender arms remained on the platform, twitching slightly.
The upper body, now without arms, was abruptly pulled up, the noose tightening further, her breasts trembling,
her body convulsing. The man behind her seemed incredibly excited, rapidly thrusting his penis while
shouting incessantly.

Then, the two executioners raised their axes high again. The slave girl's eyes, hidden behind her mask, were vacant as she stared at
the falling axe, her body convulsing violently. The man grabbed the slave girl's belt, and the axe
fell again, severing her legs and lifting her body. The man ordered the noose in his hand to wrap
around his wrists several times, leaving only her torso suspended in mid-air. Her entire body was like a large
masturbation sleeve, being repeatedly thrust into by the man. Under the immense stimulation and pain, the slave girl lost control of her bladder, and a large amount
of urine gushed from her penetrated vagina.

Fang Xingsheng, watching from the side, was filled with lust. He had never attended such a masquerade party before and had no idea
it was so exciting. At this moment, he wished he could be that man, raping the slave girl, now a human stump, and letting her
slowly strangle him. Finally, the man ejaculated, his semen shooting into the slave girl's body. He released his grip, and the slave girl's body fell
to the ground, motionless. The mask was removed, revealing a delicate face, now somewhat grotesque, eyes
bloodshot whites, cheeks flushed, tongue slightly protruding.

The staff began cleaning up the mess, and a new round of drawing lots began, with female slaves taking turns to receive
their destined deaths. Fang Xingsheng saw the most alluring female slave choose to be brutally raped to death, but she held out
too long and was finally strangled to death by her master. Just as Fang Xingsheng was engrossed in watching, he suddenly felt
someone tap him on the back. Fang Xingsheng could see; he saw his parents behind him. Fang Wencheng
was still wearing a mask, so Fang Xingsheng couldn't see the boss's expression, but Qi Rong had a captivating smile on her face and said,
"Xingsheng, is this your first time at a masquerade banquet?"

Qi Rong had clearly dressed up again, her makeup exquisite, further highlighting her mature womanly charm. However,
there were some changes to her body. Two diamond piercings adorned her nipples, gleaming brightly under the light.
On her fair belly, four red characters, "Ten-Victory Bitch," were tattooed, and she wore a new
pair of stockings and high heels, looking incredibly alluring. Fang Xingsheng looked at Qi Rong with some surprise, especially
at the tattoo on her belly, wondering what it meant. However, upon hearing his stepmother's question, he obediently
nodded and said, "Yes. Before, Yan'er and I only came for small gatherings."

Qi Rong noticed Fang Xingsheng constantly glancing at her belly and smiled, saying, "You're here just in time. Help
Mommy out later."

Fang Xingsheng, confused, asked, "Help Mommy with what?"

Qi Rong pointed to her belly and said, "I'm a Ten-Victory Bitch now, you don't know that, do you? Every
Ten-Victory Bitch is executed that very night. The body becomes a club collectible, but you and your
dad can take the head. I've already chosen my method of execution: live piercing, and I've taken the club's
drug, so my body will remain active for a long time. You can use Mommy's head to masturbate later."

Qi Rong spoke softly, as if she weren't the one about to be executed, but Fang Xingsheng was utterly
shocked. But he asked with some doubt, "Then what will Daddy do?"

Qi Rong said with a grin, "Of course, we'll make love. This is also your dad's idea, to let you practice.
Don't worry, the piercing is easy, and someone will help you later. Here, this is my reward, it will keep you
energized all night."

After Qi Rong finished speaking, she handed Fang Xingsheng a blue pill. Fang Xingsheng recognized it; it was a special aphrodisiac from the club
, with excellent effects. He glanced at his father's erect penis and quickly swallowed the pill. Next,
the family of three watched the execution performance in the center of the arena. All three were aroused, making love frantically as they watched
.

Finally, when the seventh female slave's head was chopped off, the drawing of lots ended, and the host invited Qi Rong to enter.
And it was announced that Qi Rong would be performing live piercing. The center of the venue was rearranged, and a circular platform was raised.
Qi Rong knew the final moment had arrived; she was somewhat nervous, but mostly expectant. Her genitals were covered in vaginal
fluid. She lay down on the platform, spread her legs, and looked up at her husband, saying, "Husband,
let's begin. Don't keep everyone waiting."

Everyone saw the writing on Qi Rong's belly, and cheers erupted. Fang Wencheng came to Qi Rong and
secured her limbs to the platform, her head hanging off the edge, making her torso a straight line to prevent
her from instinctively struggling during the piercing. At the same time, he opened her legs to their limit, exposing her wet vulva and anus to everyone's
view, now opening and closing, appearing incredibly thirsty.

After securing her, under Qi Rong's loving gaze, Fang Wencheng entered her body without a word. The intense
sex began. Supported by the drugs, Fang Wencheng's thrusts were incredibly powerful and rapid, like a
sex machine, leaving Qi Rong dizzy and mesmerized, her face contorted with madness, her moans incessant.
Meanwhile, Fang Xingsheng, his blood boiling with desire, with the help of the executioner, aimed a two-meter-long piercing rod at
Qi Rong's anus.

Her pale brown anus was contracting desperately, wet with the lustful fluids flowing from her vagina, appearing even more
lewd. The silver piercing rod, its sharp tip gleaming coldly, was slowly inserted by Fang Xingsheng. The moment it made contact with her anus
, the soft flesh spasmed and tightened, instantly clamping the piercing rod. Qi Rong cried out emotionally, "Darling
, it's in, it's in, in Rong'er's anus, Rong'er is going to be pierced!"

Fang Xingsheng was also incredibly excited, his hands trembling as he gripped the piercing rod. After feeling some resistance,
he pushed harder, inserting the piercing rod into his stepmother's anus. He saw the tightly clenched anus being stretched open, the surrounding
soft flesh writhing into a thin membrane, enveloping the piercing rod. Feeling the piercing rod advancing inside her,
Qi Rong's eyes widened in terror, and she cried out in a daze, "Wencheng, no, ah... Rong'er is done for, it's in
, husband, can you feel it? I'm being pierced, I'm really being pierced!"

Hearing his wife's delirious cries, and feeling the hard object entering
his wife's body with his thrusting penis, Fang Wencheng also went berserk, his movements becoming increasingly rapid, the sounds of flesh colliding echoing
throughout the venue. His large hands grabbed his wife's breasts, kneading them forcefully.

Fang Xingsheng continued to insert the piercing rod into his stepmother's body, his movements becoming increasingly rapid. His eyes were red,
his expression almost ferocious; the thought of piercing his captivating stepmother fueled his growing excitement.
Gradually, Qi Rong weakened, ceasing her cries, but her beautiful eyes grew increasingly unfocused, her expression
shifting between pain and pleasure. Suddenly, Qi Rong opened her mouth as if to vomit, and one of the executioners standing above her quickly supported her
head, repositioning it. After several retches, Qi Rong's slender neck suddenly bulged, the piercing rod
advancing further inside. A moment later, Qi Rong opened her mouth wide, the tip of the piercing rod emerging from within. The piercing was complete
; Qi Rong was still alive. The surrounding audience applauded, but the performance was not yet over.

Fang Wencheng continued thrusting. Qi Rong's restrained limbs were released, and she grabbed her husband, her
body unable to move due to the penetration, yet her arms and legs clung tightly to him, emitting soft moans.
Finally, Fang Wencheng climaxed, ejaculating his semen into his wife's body one last time. At the same time, he felt
his wife's body spasm and tremble, her entire body convulsing as if electrocuted.

Then, Qi Rong, still intoxicated by her orgasm, saw Fang Xingsheng appear beside her with
a ferocious expression, holding a sharp cleaver. Qi Rong's pupils constricted; she tried to speak but no sound came out, her body trembling even more violently
, her limbs flailing wildly. Fang Xingsheng ignored her, raising the cleaver and slashing down at Qi Rong's neck,
the sound of metal clashing echoing. Qi Rong felt a chill on her neck, the cold sensation circling around it
. Qi Rong's neck was severed by the piercing rod; her limbs ceased flailing, and she slumped onto the round platform, twitching meaninglessly.

Her head was removed from the rod, but her headless body hadn't lost its vitality. As her perspective shifted,
she saw her husband riding her body, then she saw a grotesque, monstrous penis before her
. She opened her mouth with a hint of resentment and bit down on the penis, causing the lustful Fang Xingsheng to howl. Fang Xingsheng
looked down at his stepmother's angry eyes and realized he had been too hasty; his stepmother was clearly dissatisfied.
Quick-thinking, Fang Xingsheng simply turned Qi Rong's head around and inserted the penis through her severed esophagus. Unexpectedly,
this perspective had allowed Qi Rong to see her husband continuing to violate her body, while her mouth was filled from behind.
Even with only her head remaining, the aroused Qi Rong couldn't help but tease the beast in her mouth with her small tongue, instantly causing Fang
Xingsheng to moan with pleasure.

Fang Xingsheng grabbed his stepmother's head and used it like a masturbation device, vigorously manipulating it. Qi Rong, watching her
headless body being pierced, instinctively responded to her husband's defilement, writhing incessantly. Fang Wencheng continued
thrusting into this body that was about to become a club exhibit. The three of them grew increasingly frenzied, and the surrounding crowd also went wild,
bringing the club's banquet to its climax.

After an unknown amount of time, Fang Wencheng finally withdrew from his wife's body. Fang Xingsheng had also ejaculated multiple times, and Qi
Rong's head and chin were covered in his semen. Seeing his father approach, Fang Xingsheng obediently
handed Qi Rong's head to his father. Looking at his wife's head covered in his son's semen, Fang Wencheng did not use it again,
but instead made her watch as several executioners erected her body on the piercing rods. Qi Rong saw her headless body
being lifted up and forced to kneel on a round platform. Her legs, encased in black stockings, were spread apart, the heels of her high heels sinking into her
full buttocks. Her hands hung naturally at her sides, and her nipples were adorned with glittering studs. Her slender
waist remained sexy, and the silver piercing shaft had penetrated her buttocks, its sharp tip protruding from the severed neck
. The four characters "Ten-Victory Bitch" on her belly revealed the debauchery of this body.

The banquet had progressed to this point, and everyone was exhausted. Now, dishes made from the flesh of female slaves were being served
. The father, son, and Qi Rong all saw Fang Yan roasted to a golden brown and placed on a large platter
in the center of the room, becoming the main course for the evening.

As the banquet ended, Qi Rong's head, seemingly lifeless, slumped onto her husband's penis,
her eyes closed. Finally, Fang Wencheng used his privileged position as a "ten-times-victorious prostitute" to select two club-exclusive female slaves for Fang Xingsheng.
Under the cover of night, the father and son drove home with the two slaves.

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