Female graduate student applies for SM research institute (author unknown)

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I had just graduated from university and was worried about finding a job. One day, I received an offer from a precision machinery research institute to recruit female graduate students with full scholarships, and the pay was generous, so I applied. Soon after, I received an interview invitation. The institute's HR department was very considerate, even specifically informing me that the hotel's air conditioning system was malfunctioning and the temperature would be high, so formal attire wasn't required. In reality, the temperature at the interview location was unusually high, and with the lobby almost overflowing with girls, the room became incredibly hot. Within ten minutes, we had all taken off what we could, and everyone started complaining. The institute staff immediately apologized and provided brand-name tank tops, shorts, and iced drinks. I've never liked wearing revealing clothing, but I couldn't stand it, so I went to the restroom and waited in line for over ten minutes to change into a tank top and super-short shorts. By the time the interview officially started, the scene was no different from a summer swimming pool. The interview itself was quite relaxed, mostly questions about my preferences in clothing, novels, music, sports, etc., and some psychological test-like questions. Only at the very end were a few professional questions asked. Afterwards, I could choose one item from a large selection of souvenirs. Surprisingly, there was a pair of designer skinny jeans I'd been longing for – even if I didn't make it to the finals, it was worth it! Not long after, I received a notification for the second round of interviews.

I hadn't expected the research institute to be located in such a remote area, and it was incredibly large. When I arrived at the gate, a bus was already waiting. After a quick name check, I boarded. Two girls were already waiting on the bus: one a tall, blonde Caucasian, and the other, like me, a petite girl with yellow skin. We politely introduced ourselves. The blonde was named Jane, a classic beauty, but not very friendly. The Asian girl turned out to be Japanese, named Masako, with captivating eyes; for some reason, seeing her eyes immediately reminded me of the word "seductive." I thought to myself, if this were a beauty pageant, I probably had no chance this time. After a while, a lively and cute black-haired Caucasian girl bounced onto the bus. Then the bus started moving. The last girl to board and I naturally sat in the front and started chatting.

"Ahem! My name is Phoebe. Are you Chinese?"

"Oh, yes, my name is Xiao Gui. Are you also here to apply for the Precision Mechanical Design Scholarship?"

"No. I applied for Mechanical Testing. But I heard that the interview is the same no matter what you apply for."

"Really? An aptitude test? I'm tired of those IQ tests." "Oh!? You didn't research the institute before coming for the interview?" "

I didn't research it very thoroughly, why?"

"The research this institute does is very secretive. You have to sign a confidentiality agreement before the interview. Sometimes the interview involves helping them with experiments. It's said to be all hands-on, no written test."

"Wow... this institute is huge! The gate is so far away I can't even see it."

"Of course! This institute is funded by the military and large corporations. This open area is used to prevent outsiders from sneaking into the research area. My boyfriend works as a security guard here. So I want to work here too... Oh, we're here!"

The secretary greeted us at the entrance and led us to a large hall. She had us sign a confidentiality agreement of more than 20 pages, promising not to disclose the interview content and such. I was too lazy to read it and just signed it. After signing the agreement, the lady said, "Please note, everyone, the first round of interviews is a preliminary interview. You will enter the cleanroom through the door behind you. Once inside, please clean your body as instructed and change into the work clothes. If you feel uncomfortable, you can press the light to leave the interview at any time. This round of interviews will determine the job you are most suitable for, which may be different from what you applied for initially. If you pass the interview and accept our job recommendation, you can discuss the specific employment contract with the supervisor. The women's work clothes are newly designed, and the trial results were a bit awkward, but the improved version is not yet ready, so please bear with it. Okay, please enter the cleanroom."

Behind the door was the cleanroom's changing room. There were individual cubicles. I randomly walked into the nearest one, and the door closed automatically. A computer-generated female voice came from the ceiling: "Please put all your clothes in the small cabinet on your right. Once you are ready, press the red button in the lower right corner to spray disinfectant. When spraying disinfectant, please raise your arms horizontally, stand with your legs apart, and keep your eyes closed until the 'stop' sound stops." It seems my morning makeup was unnecessary. I opened the small cabinet on the right with a girl's symbol drawn on it. Inside, the compartments were clearly categorized, labeled with items for outerwear, bras, underwear, accessories, socks, and shoes. There was also a small button that read, "Press this button for special assistance during your period." Not wanting to procrastinate during the interview, I quickly stripped naked and stuffed myself into the cabinet. I pressed the red button, and immediately heard an increasingly rapid series of beeps. I quickly stood in the position shown on the wall, arms outstretched and legs apart. As the beeps turned to a "beep," the disinfectant spray began. I felt a warm sensation all over my body, the powerful water jets massaging my entire body like a massager from head to toe. My nipples felt itchy from the water spray and gradually hardened. Suddenly, a stream of water shot up from the floor and hit between my legs. The water continuously massaged my anus, then rubbed against my vulva, making my whole body feel weak and sore. The annoying stream of fluid suddenly intensified, pushing my labia minora apart from behind, circling as it approached my clitoris, finally hitting it. "Oh!" I cried out involuntarily. A warm current seemed to flow from my lower abdomen to my genitals, an unbearable itch. I both wished the damned fluid would stop and yet wanted it to ejaculate more forcefully to relieve the itch. But this was during a job interview; I would be utterly humiliated if someone saw me. The more anxious I became, the more my body seemed to be working against me, as I felt a warm current flowing from my vagina. I tried to control my body, which was about to be overwhelmed by pleasure, while simultaneously trying to block the stream of fluid shooting towards my genitals with my hands. As soon as I lowered my hand, the flow of water from below suddenly intensified, forcing my tender labia to open and press against my inner thighs. My engorged and hardened clitoris was fully exposed to the water. "Ah...oh!" The long-suppressed moan finally burst forth. The electric shock-like stimulation from my clitoris caused my muscles to involuntarily tense, my body arched, my hands and feet trembled, and my juices flowed freely. My legs gave way, and I collapsed to the ground. The water finally stopped. I sat on the floor, catching my breath for a while before recovering. I'm actually not very sexually active, and my ex-boyfriend broke up with me because of that. I never imagined that during a job interview, in a strange bathroom, I would experience such a passionate outburst. I felt an indescribable sense of shame. With tears welling up in my eyes, I hurriedly dried myself with a towel.

With a hiss, a door in front of the small room opened. Inside, the walls were filled with bodysuits. These were specially designed bodysuits, looking like human skin that had been slashed open from the chest to the stomach and then peeled off. There were men's and women's versions. The men's ones even had a very realistic shape for the genital area, making me blush a little. The bodysuits were made of an unknown transparent material, like stockings. You could vaguely see transparent wires running through the fibers. A bundle of wires could be seen running through the crotch area, connecting to the buttocks to form a socket-like interface. Wearing them made it feel like you had an extra tail. The designer probably considered that the staff would be working long hours, so they added a catheter to the crotch area, connected to the tail by a thin tube. However, this catheter looked like a tiny guitar. When worn, the guitar-like suction tube spread the labia, the head just touching the base of the clitoris, and the suction port in the middle was slightly pressed into the urethra. Although it didn't hurt, it wasn't comfortable either. The large, round drum on the guitar body is the connector for the suction tube and the tail, which just happens to spread the labia and press against the vaginal opening. Putting this on wasn't difficult; it was like putting on pantyhose, smoothing out the creases at the thighs and calves, and then adjusting the embarrassing catheter device. The upper part of the bodysuit was basically a pair of long gloves attached to the clothes, so it was easy to put on. Just tuck your hair into a small pouch at the back of your head to secure it, then pull down the headgear to cover your entire head, leaving only your face exposed. Pulling up the bodysuit was a bit tricky; the middle section was like a corset, requiring some effort to pull it up. Fortunately, although my figure isn't great, my waist is slim, so it didn't take much effort. The bra of the bodysuit was uniquely designed, with a small indentation like a nipple at the top of the cup. My breasts aren't very prominent, so they were a bit loose in the bra. Just as I was about to adjust the excess fabric, it automatically tucked into that indentation. The fabric tightened, wrapping my breasts tightly from the base. The fabric slowly moved, rubbing against my nipples, which quickly hardened, pressing against the small indentation. But the movement didn't stop until my nipples were also sucked into the indentation, pulling me until I felt a dull ache. At this point, my breasts were already erect from the tight-fitting garment, my nipples swollen and engorged, tightly gripped by the indentation. Just after I finished putting on the garment, a blast of warm air blew out of the small room. The garment immediately tightened upon contact with the heat, shrinking even further, making it almost impossible to breathe. The suction tube and the large, round drum between my legs were pressed tightly, almost penetrating my vagina, leaving me feeling numb, itchy, and weak. Wearing the garment was practically the same as being naked, so a matching swimsuit was hanging nearby. After putting on the swimsuit, the door on the left side of the small room opened. I had no choice but to endure the numbness and tingling between my legs and slowly walk into the clean room.

It was completely empty. After all that torment, I thought everyone had left, and I was getting anxious. Then someone came out from behind me—it was Jane, just like me, frowning and struggling to walk. We exchanged an awkward smile. After a while, Phoebe and Yako came out one after the other, both with flushed faces and bright eyes, looking very happy. Phoebe excitedly tried to run towards me as soon as she saw me, but after a few steps, she cried out "Oh, oh!" and pressed her right hand against her lower abdomen, taking small steps towards me. I wanted to help her, but as I lifted my leg, the straw between my legs touched my clitoris, and a tingling sensation made me abandon the idea. "Hey

! Expensive, the bathroom is nice, but the designer of this outfit must be a man, he has no gentlemanly manners at all, he didn't consider the needs of women at all! I'm going to complain about his sexism!..." "

Yeah, I hope the interview ends soon," Yako chimed in frivolously. "Damn it! Ugh. Ah..." Jane cursed angrily, stomping her feet and moaning softly.

"Hey, Xiao Gui, your waist is so slim!" Phoebe said, glancing at my waist. When women meet, they naturally start to notice each other's figures, especially when tightly wrapped in bodysuits, revealing everything. Actually, all these girls had top-notch figures. Phoebe had the most impressive bust and rounded hips, but her waist was a little thick, no wonder she was so concerned about others' waists. Jane looked athletic, with excellent bust-waist-hip ratio and a pert, sexy bottom. Although Yako was petite, her large, bamboo-shoo-shaped breasts were in no way inferior to those of Western women. As for me, judging by how much I cared about others' breasts, I was clearly a size smaller than them.

"Ladies, please note!" A young man in a lab coat walked over. "First of all, thank you all for coming to the interview. Let me introduce myself. My name is Jin, and I'm in charge of the competency-based test. There are three practical tests, each lasting 90 minutes. You might be wondering why we're wearing this strange suit. This suit has a complete physiological detection system to ensure that you automatically withdraw from the test if there's any possibility of physical harm. The material is light, soft, and thin, but extremely tough, ensuring your skin won't be damaged. Now we'll go to the preparation room for the first test. The first test is deep-water work."

The preparation room for the first test was built over a large pool. The pool was dark and bottomless. A row of iron piers was fixed to a large iron pipe in the preparation room. Under Jin's guidance, we put on a pair of extremely heavy wristbands and metal shoes with ankle bracelets. "Now put on your oxygen tanks," Jin pointed to the oxygen tanks hanging on the wall above the iron piers. The oxygen cylinder was hanging directly above the iron bench, so we had to straddle it, lean against the cylinder, and then pull on the straps to sling it over our shoulders. I tried to lift it down from the wall, but I couldn't! Jin laughed when he saw this, "It'll be much lighter in the water. I'll help you on land." Unlike regular diving oxygen nozzles, this one was a spherical thing. Jin told us to put the entire spherical oxygen nozzle in our mouths and then plug our nostrils with a nose clip. He pressed the switch on top of the cylinder, and the spherical oxygen nozzle immediately expanded in our mouths, filling our entire oral cavity and pressing down on our tongues. Our cheeks were all bright red from being stretched. I tried to turn the switch off, but my hands couldn't reach it. As Jin watched us struggle, he said, "Don't move. None of you have diving experience, and these oxygen tanks are the safest. The switch is locked for 90 minutes, so even if you can reach it, you can't turn it off. Now sit down and save your energy to listen to my important instructions." He then moved behind us and forcefully tightened the oxygen tank straps on each of our shoulders, pulling my shoulders back and forcing my chest forward. He then abruptly ripped off the hooks of the oxygen tanks, the heavy tanks immediately causing me to lose my balance and fall onto the iron bench. The catheter connector pressed against my vaginal opening, pushing slightly deeper, the tip directly piercing the base of my clitoris, causing me to scream in pain. But with the oxygen tank plugged into my mouth, only a low "hmm" came out. Jin watched our flushed faces and the groans we made, and gave a barely perceptible, sinister laugh. Jin pointed to a picture of bracelets and anklets on the wall and said, "You're wearing magnetic bracelets, anklets, and shoes. These will help you stay afloat on metal surfaces in the deep sea. The switch is here on the ring. Pay attention to the polarity markings; if you choose the wrong one, the rings will interlock, which is dangerous. The chain above you will take you underwater, and when the time is up, it will bring you back up. Once you reach the bottom, separate from the chain and complete the marking task. Remember, when the light on the bracelet turns red, you must fasten the bracelet to the chain within three minutes; otherwise, the system will automatically fasten your anklet to the chain, bringing you up head to toe. That's very uncomfortable. Now try it: turn on the magnetic field of the bracelet and raise your right hand." Sure enough, with a click, my right hand was fastened to the chain above my head. “Now be careful,” Jin said, “you’re using something the lab made itself. Due to a design flaw caused by carelessness, there’s a big problem: if the two magnetic rings get too close, they’ll lock together. The most likely accident will happen like this…” As Jin spoke, he pressed a switch, pulling up the chain attached to my right hand. A sharp pain shot through my right arm, and my left hand instinctively reached up to grab the chain. As the rings approached, they clattered together. The result was that my hands were now suspended high above my head, while the oxygen tank pressed my body firmly against the iron bench, causing me both pain and embarrassment. My cries for Jin to lower the chain were muffled by the oxygen mouthpiece, turning into meaningless groans. The other three were also suspended like prisoners, just like me.

Jin continued his explanation, showing no sign of letting us off the hook. "Don't be afraid. Once we're underwater, the system will automatically release all the magnetic rings. When you go underwater, the chains will lose their magnetism, and you'll slide down them by gravity. Your bodysuits are better than any gloves available; they won't chafe your skin and won't compromise your tactile feel. Wrap the chains around your waist, squeeze them between your legs, put your left hand above your head and your right hand below, grip the chains, and control your speed. Okay, now for the most important safety precautions, underwater..."

We were listening intently to Jin's explanation when the large iron pipe under the iron stool suddenly rumbled, causing the stool to vibrate violently. The vibrations traveled to our legs, and the small guitar instantly transformed into a super massager. The four of us girls immediately started moaning, "Ugh... ugh..." Unfortunately, the oxygen tank was too heavy to stand up. With our hands suspended, we could only barely twist our bodies, helplessly enduring the relentless assault of the small guitar between our legs on our clitoris and anus. Amid our groans and the rumble of the iron pipe, Jin continued his explanation. Based on my exam experience, I knew what Jin was saying must be very important. I tried my best to suppress the electric shock-like stimulation between my legs, barely managing to hear through the noise, "Attention... unstable, move the skateboard..."

The iron pipe finally calmed down. Jin also finished his explanation and released our hands. "Okay, Jane, your targets are underwater marker number 1, Yako number 2, Phoebe number 3, and Xiao Gui number 4. Now, let's begin." Following Jin's instructions, we wrapped the chain around our waists, clamped it between our legs, and held onto the chain with one hand on each side, preparing to enter the water. The chain pulled us above the pool, its lower end dipping underwater with a thud. We slowly loosened the chain and began to slide into the water. Just as we were completely submerged, disaster struck. Without warning, the chain suddenly slipped downwards. I instinctively screamed and released the lower end of the chain with my right hand, trying to grab the upper chain with both hands. The disaster repeated itself immediately; my hands were clattered together. Before I could even tighten the chain, it suddenly stopped falling, and my upper body was dragged downwards by the oxygen tank. My legs, which had been clamped tightly against the chain, were still being pulled by it, bending me up to my waist. A slight clanging sound came from behind me. I thought: Oh no! I desperately gripped the chain to steady myself. Sure enough, the violent force caused the leg loops to stick to the oxygen tank behind me, forcing my legs wide open, my calves pressed tightly against my thighs. The chain, which was originally wedged between my legs, could barely slide between the three cylinders of the oxygen cylinder and the leg loops, but now it had become a U-shape, and I was sitting at the bottom of this U. My hands, gripping the chain, were bearing the weight of my body and the oxygen cylinder, causing excruciating pain. But if I loosened my grip even slightly, the chain, under the weight of my body and the oxygen cylinder, would dig deep between my legs until one link was pulled through the gap between the leg loop and the oxygen cylinder. Simultaneously, other links rubbed against the sensitive flesh between my legs, pulling the already deeply embedded tubes and constantly stimulating my clitoris. This brutal stimulation brought only needle-like pain, without any pleasure. To alleviate the pain, I had to pull hard on the upper chain with both hands until I could no longer bear the pain in my arms and had to let go, allowing the stinging pain in my lower body to take its place. This cycle of alternating attacks from above and below continued.

Not far away, the other girls weren't doing much better. About four chains had malfunctioned; Phoebe, the closest to me, was hanging upside down, head to toe. Her hands were clasped behind her back to the oxygen cylinder. Her legs, tightly gripping the chains, were trembling, but she had to keep gripping them because the chains were wrapped in an 8-shape around her large, firm breasts, then around her shoulders and wedged between the oxygen cylinder and her twisted hands. If she loosened her legs, her breasts would suffer. Jane, a little further away, was hanging upside down with four rings stuck together, but she was pulling the chains tighter with both her hands and feet, so her situation was much better than Phoebe's and mine. Yako's chain was empty; she probably had already made it down smoothly.

My hands were getting increasingly sore, and I was sweating profusely. Finally, I couldn't hold on any longer and completely let go. One by one, the rings on the chains passed between my legs. With each one, I convulsed and groaned, "Ugh... Ah." Waves of pain, accompanied by stimulation, surged from my genitals into my uterus and then spread throughout my body. The intense, agonizing pleasure, the humiliation and helplessness of having my hands and feet bound, the loneliness and fear of being surrounded by complete darkness and silence, coupled with the anxiety of not wanting to be eliminated in the first round of interviews—tears finally burst forth uncontrollably. The lower I went, the faster the speed increased, and the moans of "Mmm...mmm...mmm" grew louder and faster. Unconsciously, the pain became numb, a warm current stirred my uterus, and my vagina itched in waves. Pleasure spread through my abdomen, and my whole body tensed uncontrollably. My clitoris hardened against my bodysuit, enduring the increasingly frequent impacts of the catheter. The connector was slightly pulled out of my vagina by the chain head, only to be forcefully pushed back in as the chain passed, like being thrust in and out. I could no longer distinguish between anxiety, fear, and excitement. My vagina spasmed in waves, pain and reason drifting further and further away; I felt as light as a cloud floating in the sky.

When I awoke from my brief unconsciousness, I was lying on the underwater surface. Phoebe lay not far away, her hand groping between her legs, her expression somewhat dazed, bubbles rhythmically escaping from her mouth. She was probably masturbating. I thought to myself, "Isn't this the right time?" Thinking back on today, I realized how strange I'd been, managing to satisfy myself twice in this tense environment. Just thinking about it made my crotch feel warm and itchy. I almost wanted to join Phoebe. I'd never felt this strong sexual desire before. Jane hopped over from a distance, gesturing upwards. I looked up in her direction. Good heavens! If the oxygen canister hadn't been so tightly plugged in my mouth, I would have already spat it out.

About five or six meters above, Masako's hands and legs were twisted and glued backward to an oxygen tank. Chains bound her entire body. Her breasts were almost bursting out of her clothes. She straddled a steel column with a triangular cross-section, one end connected to a huge steel pipe, the other pointing diagonally upwards to the ceiling. Directly above the connection between the column and the pipe was an outlet, from which intermittent streams of water gushed, pushing Masako up the column, then pulling her back down by her own weight. One could imagine the merciless humiliation being inflicted by the sharp angles of the steel column. With each slide, Masako's body twisted and struggled violently, but the struggles only tightened the chains. Although all around was silent, Masako's screams echoed in my mind. I couldn't bear to watch any longer; I had to save her. Just as I was about to swim over, Jane grabbed me and wrote on the ground: "I'm going to save her. You and Phoebe help us with our homework, okay?" I nodded to her, and Phoebe, just recovering from the pleasure, nodded in agreement. The numbers 1, 2, 3, 4 were displayed on a huge, space station-like object not far away. I glanced at the questions; they were nothing more than simple button-pressing procedures. Not difficult, so I started with the ones closest to me. I vaguely remembered Jin mentioning the undercurrent, which Yako had already encountered, and the word "unstable," probably referring to the fact that this behemoth would fall apart. I carefully pushed each panel, making sure it was sturdy before engaging the magnetic force of the foot rings. Sure enough, several panels collapsed with a single push. After finishing the questions, I checked the clock on the ring; it showed time was almost up. I turned to find Phoebe, but bumped into Jane. Jane anxiously dragged me towards an area filled with steel frames. Following Jane's directions, I saw Phoebe in trouble. One leg was stuck to a protruding steel plate, dangling upside down in mid-air. She tried desperately to close her legs, but gravity forced them apart. Her swimsuit was pulled to one side, revealing her labia through the transparent bodysuit, pushed up by the catheter. We reached the edge, above Phoebe. There was a blood-red sign that read: "Strong Magnetization Zone. Magnetic rings must be turned off within the red area." Just as I was about to turn off the rings, Jane suddenly slammed into me from the side. I was thrown against the blood-red steel wall. The magnetic rings on my hands and feet immediately sensed an irresistible force, pulling me firmly against the wall with my arms and legs spread wide. An oxygen tank pressed against my back, and I could only try to straighten my chest to alleviate the pain in my arms. Just as I was struggling futilely, an even greater pain struck. A sharp pain shot through my breasts with a snap. Tears streamed down my face, and I gasped for breath. Looking closer, I saw a large cable, propelled by the undercurrent like a giant, soft whip circling in the air. Seeing it coming at me, I quickly tightened my chest, but with the oxygen tank behind me, it looked like I was bracing myself for the blow. *Snap!* The sound pierced my flesh, sounding terrifying, followed by a burning pain. Just as I regained my senses, I saw the cable swing again. This time, the undercurrent seemed to have changed direction, and the cable appeared to be a little further away. Before I could even feel relieved, the cable swept past, missing my breasts but also hitting my nipples. Though small, the pain in my nipples was far worse than in my breasts, almost making me faint. I stared nervously at the cable, wondering if it would hit my breasts or my nipples next. What I saw shocked me even more: as the cable swept downwards, it struck Phoebe squarely between her legs—no wonder her swimsuit was pulled up to one side of her buttocks. The cable swung up, right in front of me, hitting a shapely, firm buttock—it was Jane! I imagine she bumped into me and was pushed to the other side by the recoil, then also attracted by the strongly magnetized area. Face up, head against the steel wall, hands pressed against the steel wall above her head, feet also stuck to the wall between her head and hands, reminding me of an uneven bars athlete jumping from the low bar to the high bar. This position completely exposed her genitals and buttocks to the tyranny of the cable. I saw Phoebe writhing in pain in the water, then Jane's trembling buttocks, and finally, a burning pain shooting through my own chest. The three of us girls were being mercilessly tortured by the same cable.

My nipples, already forced engorged and erect by the small indentations in my tight bra, became extremely sensitive; a tap on them felt like an electric shock, while a tap on my breasts followed by a tingling sensation on my nipples. Electric shock, burning, and tingling—the three sensations combined randomly. Instinctively, I guessed where the next blow would land. "This time it's the nipple... oh no. Ah! The nipple... ah... the breast... no, ah... the breast... the nipple..." Slowly, it became indistinguishable whether the breast and nipple were trying to escape or waiting to be whipped by the cable. Each time I guessed correctly, a perverse sense of pleasure would arise within me. The breast and nipple became more like two women vying for favor, yearning to be whipped, anticipating the next lash. The pain returned to numbness, a tingling sensation spread to my lower abdomen, causing a stir, and a surge of heat coursed through my body once more. I unconsciously began to moan. My whole body was itchy, yearning only for caresses. With my hands and feet restrained, the only movement I could make fueled my unquenchable lust. The numb pain from the cable's sweep actually relieved the itch, but after the pain subsided, it made me itch even more, a terrifying desire rising within me: I wanted the cable to hit me faster, harder. My mind screamed: Faster, faster... My gagged mouth instinctively groaned with pleasure.

"What am I doing? This is an interview!" The last vestige of reason in my mind suddenly resurfaced. How did I become like this? A sudden fear filled my heart. I vaguely felt a demon inside me, constantly trying to take over my body. My body, which had suppressed its lust, became extremely sensitive to pain again; my breasts were burning, probably already swollen and red. Finally, time saved us. As the red light on the wristband flashed, we fell off the wall, our legs suddenly pulled high and pressed against chains. The remaining chains swung wildly in the water, occasionally whipping my buttocks hard. If it weren't for the oxygen tank, my spine would have been broken. The chains rose rapidly, the water washing over my swollen breasts. Just as Jin had said, this bodysuit truly didn't lose any sense of touch, giving me no chance to torture myself one last time. The pain almost made me faint, but the cold water splashing on my face even robbed me of the chance to pass out. And so, in excruciating pain, I was dragged back to the iron floor of the preparation room. The four of us collapsed to the ground, our faces a blur of water droplets and tears, too exhausted even to cry.

Jin helped us into a rest room, gave us strangely flavored hot drinks, and I drifted off to sleep. When I was woken up, I felt much better, but I felt incredibly wronged. "I can't take it anymore, I want to quit, I want to go home," I cried, tears streaming down my face. Jin said to us seriously, "You've broken records for the number of mistakes you've made this time. Unless you perform exceptionally well in the next two rounds, you have no hope of passing. I think you should consider quitting now. Jane?" "No! I want to continue!" Jane decided almost without hesitation, her voice filled with passion. "Yako?" "I... I want to continue too." I looked at Yako, who had suffered so much, in surprise. It was strange that she would say that, and her flushed cheeks and expectant eyes made me wonder if it was really her who had been rubbed against the steel pillar earlier. "Phoebe?" "Don't waste time, take us to the next exam room!" I stared dumbfounded at her crotch, wondering if it was just my imagination. I unconsciously pinched my own chest hard, hoping to confirm that the underwater ordeal wasn't a dream. The intense pain immediately pulled me back to reality. "Gui, Gui! Did you hear me?!" "Oh? Oh, I heard you." "So, do you want to continue?" Unable to bear the burning gazes of everyone, I lowered my head and reluctantly said, "I...I'll stay too." I secretly hoped for Jin's next persuasion or intimidation, so I could pretend to reluctantly leave. "Okay, everyone, follow me," Jin surprisingly agreed, smiling at my surprised eyes. "Aren't you happy?"

The second examination room was a large hall with a row of seats facing a large glass window, each with a platform in front. Jin told us to sit down. The seats were completely ergonomically designed, with leg-shaped recesses that looked like molds left from sitting on plaster. Once seated, with our feet on the footrests, our calves, thighs, and buttocks fit perfectly into the recesses, feeling very comfortable. However, it was obvious that the design hadn't considered female users, as the leg recesses were quite wide apart, forcing us to straddle the seats with our legs spread as wide as possible and our bodies leaning forward. Next to the calf recesses, there was a thickly padded knee pad that reached the heels. Pulling it over to cover the knees and pressing it back firmly secured the calves in the recesses. After securing the calves, the footrests sank down, changing our posture from a seated position to a semi-kneeling position, with our weight evenly supported by our knees and buttocks, making it very comfortable. At the junction of the backrest and seat, there was an interface; once we sat down, the interface at the back of our bodysuits automatically connected to the interface on the chair. "Operator, please fasten your seatbelts. System ready," the synthesized voice announced. My knees were already fully secured below the knees. Only the thigh and chest seatbelts remained unfastened. The thigh seatbelts were wide, one for each leg. They ran across the thigh from one side of the groove, inserting the end into the other side's slot, and automatically retracted into the chair, firmly securing each thigh in its respective groove. The chest seatbelt was a combination of four straps fastened in an X-shape at the chest, with two additional straps under the armpits, resembling a bra without cups. The seatbelts slowly tightened automatically into the chair, pulling my shoulders back against the backrest. As the chest seatbelts tightened, the chair back moved forward, slowly pressing against my waist, forcing my chest to thrust upwards. The seatbelts dug into my swimsuit, completely outlining my breasts, already tightly bound by the bodysuit. They were so tight that even the small indentations on the bodysuit's bra were clearly visible, resembling a pair of nipples. While this sitting posture was extremely uncomfortable, it was undeniably conducive to concentration. With the seatbelt fastened, the grooves under our legs and buttocks, connected to the chair back, lifted us into the air. If it weren't for the narrow armrests and backrest, it would have looked as if a steel arm had been inserted into our buttocks and lifted us into the air. I thought to myself that this design certainly ensured the operator's view was unobstructed. As if to allow the operator to see what was beneath their legs, the chair legs slowly parted to the sides, spreading my crotch so wide that my buttocks had to move forward further, the backrest unhesitatingly encroaching on the empty space. Now only half my buttocks were on the chair; if it weren't for my knees, I would have slipped off. Looking down, most of my genitals were exposed outside the chair; the small piece of fabric from my swimsuit barely covered my half-open vulva, pushed high by the catheter. The catheter connector was pressed against the edge of the chair; even a slight twist of the body would cause the connector to directly rub against the opening, causing an electric shock-like stimulation. Through the swollen vulva between my legs, I could see the large glass window in front of me.

Jin's voice came through the loudspeaker, "I apologize, due to yesterday's thunderstorm, the system circuit experienced interference. You may feel a slight electric shock during operation, which may be a little uncomfortable, but it is absolutely safe. Now, let me explain the control panel..." The control panel was actually quite simple. On the left armrest of the chair, there was a hemispherical ball slightly larger than a palm, with a small lever in the middle. When operating, the palm could control the ball to rotate left and right, and the fingers could move the lever for fine adjustments. It was quite similar to a mouse ball. On the right armrest, there were two sliding levers, each only about four fingers long, covered by rubber on both sides, presumably for dust protection. At the top of each lever was a small lever, slightly shorter than the one on the left. The task was also simple: control a virtual robotic arm to assemble parts. The left side controlled left and right, the right side controlled up and down, forward and backward, and the two small levers were for fine adjustments and selection, just like the left mouse button. Four huge 3D images of robotic arms were displayed in the air in front of us. After everything was prepared, the mild electric shock Jin had described occurred. First, a tingling sensation at the vaginal opening, then it spread throughout the entire genital area, especially the urethra, which I had never experienced before, making me feel like I needed to urinate. My legs and body were tightly bound by the seatbelts, making it impossible to rub my legs; I could only slightly wiggle my hips to relieve the itch. However, every time I wiggled my hips, the edge of the chair pushed against the catheter connector at the vaginal opening, stimulating the extremely sensitive nerves there, creating an indescribably awkward situation. The other girls next to me were also blushing, looking at their genitals, considering whether to scratch the itch. However, we immediately dismissed the idea because at that moment, a group of people walked in through the large glass window in front of us under the seats. Wearing tight swimsuits in front of a group of strangers, their legs spread wide, their labia pushed high, seemingly eager to push aside the small piece of fabric covering them. One wrong move and they would be exposed! Fear and extreme shame made me involuntarily focus my attention on my genitals. As my mind focused intensely on my genitals, the tingling, electric-like sensation was suddenly brought into the spotlight of my consciousness, its intensity amplified dramatically. The urge to urinate grew stronger with each attempt to suppress it. The nerve pathways from my clitoris, labia, urethra, all the way to my anus were filled with tingling, itchy signals. These signals spread into my vagina, triggering a surge of vaginal fluid, and then rushed into my uterus. I could clearly feel my uterus pulsating, and a warm current stirring in my lower abdomen. Involuntarily, I let out a soft "hmm," quickly covering my already wide-open mouth with both hands, desperately trying to suppress the moans of pleasure. The girl's reserve made us both struggle to suppress the itching within us. Finally, Yako couldn't hold back her body's instinctive reaction any longer, letting out blissful moans of "Ah~~~hmm~~~ah~~~~". These moans immediately transformed into an even greater temptation and stimulation, arousing our already insatiable and increasingly out-of-control bodies. Phoebe's pleasurable moans and Jane's excited cries quickly joined this lewd chorus. A strong sense of shame made me bite down hard on a piece of my hand in a final struggle. The pain finally and effectively stopped my lust from rising further. My uterus was still throbbing, and my vagina protested with a few violent contractions, marking an abruptly ended climax. My body, unable to release its desire, was punishing me mercilessly. An intense emptiness, an indescribable itch, and restlessness made me want to tear myself apart, regretting why I hadn't joined them and enjoyed their pleasure.

As the girls panted and moaned in a semi-conscious state, I could only watch the crowd behind the glass window with a sense of loss. They sat down one by one, seemingly oblivious to the lewd sounds outside. After they sat down, they all looked down at their own front, presumably at some kind of monitor. A few people suddenly looked up in my direction, whispered to each other for a while, and then looked back. The thought that my genitals were completely exposed to their gaze through only a small piece of cloth made my face and ears burn bright red. I had never felt so awkward and restless. My gaze involuntarily lowered, and I dared not look at the glass window. After a while, Jin's voice came, and a turbine-like object appeared in the air, with a pile of parts directly below. Our task was to assemble the parts into a turbine as quickly as possible using a robotic arm. The four of us girls all had good professional knowledge, and after looking at the blueprints for a while, we started the operation almost simultaneously. I turned the left hemisphere with my palm, and suddenly felt a tingling sensation in my chest. I couldn't help but cry out, "Ah!" and instinctively pulled my hands away from the control panel. "Ah!" "Ah!" "Ah!" The others cried out just like me. The four of us looked at each other, completely bewildered, unsure whether to continue. "The system shows a low-voltage current disturbance, it's alright, you can continue. We'll consider this and give you some extra points," Jin said to us through the megaphone. We had no choice but to grit our teeth and continue operating. Actually, having prepared myself mentally, the slight tingling was not only not unbearable, but quite comfortable. I rotated the hemispherical ball with my left palm, moving the mechanical arm onto the pile of parts, and pushed the first push rod with my right index finger, intending to lower the mechanical arm. I was waiting for the tingling in my chest, but unexpectedly, the tingling suddenly came from my labia. The tender flesh of my labia was suddenly attacked, and I instinctively let out an "Oh~" which I felt sounded extremely lewd. I immediately bit my lip, and thinking of the crowd behind the glass window, my face turned red with embarrassment. I pushed the second lever with my middle finger, positioning the robotic arm on a part. A tingling, itchy sensation moved with my finger along the line from my clitoris to my urethra to my vaginal opening. I bit my lip tighter, enduring the sensation. My left thumb and forefinger pinched the small lever on the ball, rotating and shaking it to fine-tune the robotic arm's position. Correspondingly, my nipples immediately felt the same stimulation, as if my fingers were pinching my two nipples. Pressing the lever, the robotic arm picked up the aligned part, and my nipples received a strong electric shock. Moving the part into the assembly area, another round of stimulation followed, targeting my breasts, labia, and the inner labia. Finally, enduring the excruciating stimulation, I moved the part to the assembly position. I held the small lever at the top of my right-hand pusher to make a fine-tuning motion. Suddenly, the area around my extremely sensitive clitoris was struck, causing a jolt throughout my body, followed by weakness and limpness. My fingers, acting on their own, pressed down the lever. My clitoris was immediately and sharply shocked by an electric shock, causing my whole body to convulse as I cried out, "Ah~ Oh~". The part wobbled slightly in the air, leaving the robotic arm, but it didn't quite settle into place! I tried the fine-tuning lever in my left hand, and a message appeared in the air: "The 'Pick Up' fine-tuning cannot be used in the assembly area. Please double-click the 'Assemble' fine-tuning to pick up the assembled part." I broke out in a cold sweat: if the part was misplaced, I would have to stimulate my clitoris twice before I could pick it up again. I took a deep breath, tightened my vaginal muscles, and quickly pressed the lever twice in succession. "Ah! Ah!" My entire body tensed up, and my body, which would normally arch backward, was now concentrating all its strength on my buttocks, the only part that could move slightly, because of the seatbelt. The catheter interface was forcefully thrusting into my vaginal opening, both painful and pleasurable. By the time I finally placed the part in place, I was drenched in sweat from the continuous stimulation of my clitoris and was panting heavily. Although the seatbelt still kept me upright with my chest out and stomach in, my head was already limply tilted to one side. I don't know when, but the lewd trio's singing had started up again in the hall. I was actually incredibly envious of them, but the thought of a group of people watching filled me with disgust. Just when I thought I had suppressed my lust, the diagrams of the parts in my mind would inexplicably transform into an image of myself masturbating, my left hand kneading my breasts while my right hand moved in and out between my slightly parted labia, making my whole body burn. The resistance to masturbating in public and the lust were locked in a tug-of-war in my mind, greatly increasing my burden. By the time the robotic arm picked up the final central shaft, I was on the verge of a mental breakdown. My hands instinctively operated the robotic arm, my head lolled to one side, and I groaned weakly. Finally, the central shaft was inserted. I pressed the lever, but the expected stimulation of my clitoris didn't materialize. I thought it was over, and let out a long sigh. My tense nerves gradually relaxed. Suddenly, without warning, my clitoris felt an unprecedented, powerful electric shock. An orgasm surged forth like a burst dam. "Oh~~ Ah!" I pushed forward with both hands, my head uncontrollably tilting back against the chair back, my mouth wide open, my breathing becoming short, labored "humphs." My vagina tightened and tightened. It lasted a brief moment, then a buzzing sound filled my head, the pleasure exploded, my whole body trembled violently, and with a cry of "Ah~," everything went black, and I slumped limply into the chair. I vaguely felt my vagina begin to throb continuously and unconsciously. The catheter connector at the vaginal opening was activated, moving the catheter and stimulating my already extremely sensitive genitals. I tried to struggle, but my body didn't respond. I tried to moan, but only a few soft groans escaped my lips. Then even that last vestige of consciousness vanished.

I closed my eyes, one hand incessantly rubbing my breasts, my fingers pinching my engorged nipples, the other stroking my high, rounded labia majora, my fingers playing with my soft, parted labia minora. Waves of tingling pleasure could only be relieved by moans, "Ah~~~, ah~~~~," so good, so good, oh no! I forgot my interview! Ah! No! I'm having an interview! Oh no! I raised my hand to try and stifle the moans, but my hand wouldn't move. I bit my lips, but the moans didn't stop; instead, they became faster and louder. I was startled and opened my eyes. It was just a dream. My female companions, still assembling, were moaning rapidly and lasciviously, the parts moving and stopping in the air marking wave after wave of orgasms. Their joyful cries unconsciously stirred up an itch within me again; my cheeks burned, my lips were dry, and I longed to kiss them. After a while, my chair slowly lowered back to the ground, the seatbelt unbuckled, and a series of arrows appeared on the floor, guiding me out through a small door on the side of the lobby, down a corridor to a small room.

Through the window of the small room, I could still see Phoebe and the other two operating the robotic arm. The lobby was indeed soundproof; in the small room, I couldn't hear their moans at all. Jin was already waiting in the small room, pointing to a door and saying, "That's the women's rest room. There's some food inside; please help yourself. You finished this part quickly enough; you have enough time to sleep for a while." I couldn't help but say, "There's a women's!! rest room here?" Jin paused, then gave me a strange smile and said, "I'm not responsible for introducing this to you." I was exhausted. I pushed open the door to the rest room, which was actually just a bathroom with a tea room similar to a meeting room. I took off my swimsuit and bodysuit, took a comfortable shower, changed into a bathrobe, drank two large cups of the only hot drink provided by the company, which had a strange taste, and then fell asleep comfortably. When I was woken by the alarm, Phoebe and the others had already changed into bathrobes and were lying next to me. After a short nap, everyone felt much better. Recalling the lewd situation just now, we laughed awkwardly at each other, not knowing what to say, and quickly ran to put on our new work clothes.

The new work suit was still two layers, hardly even clothes. The first layer: a bathtub filled with blue liquid. My hair was tied up, and I was submerged head to toe. When I climbed out, I had an extra layer of blue skin. The second layer was even more terrifying. My hair was tied up on top of my head, and I lay face down on a strange bed covered with a thick black curtain. My body slowly sank down. Halfway down, another black curtain was pulled up from my feet, covering my entire body, head to toe. Then the two curtains contracted and stuck together, sealing me tightly like glued identification. A laser beam cut me off the bed, then ripped seven small holes open, leaving only my eyes, ears, nose, and mouth exposed. The black curtain seemed very sensitive to the laser; the beam was weak, barely even warming my face. The thick black curtain bound my body tightly, much tighter and stiffer than the previous bodysuit. And there wasn't a single opening in the lower body; I couldn't use the toilet until the interview was over. The new operating suits were so thick and covered our faces that it was impossible to recognize anyone after putting them on. So, we all got a letter on our chests and backs as a marker. Looking in the mirror, I saw that I was A. When I came out and saw everyone, they couldn't help but ask, "Who are you?" "I won't tell you." "Oh? Let me touch your chest and I'll know!" The thick operating suits completely concealed the embarrassment, and we happily started playing around again. Someone grabbed my waist. "This waist is expensive!" I recognized the voice and grabbed her huge breasts. "Whose are these big breasts? Let me squeeze them again!" "Oh~~, let go of me, it's me, Phoebe!" After a flurry of chatter, we finally figured it out: I was A, Jane was B, Phoebe was C, and Yako was D. Leaving the break room, Jin led us to a dimly lit, gloomy room. The room was lined with cabinets full of giant computers. A glass window in the front showed another room with many hospital beds, filled with patients. The patients were connected to wires all over their bodies. The girls exchanged bewildered glances, my heart pounding with fear. "This is a virtual reality lab," Jin suddenly spoke, startling us all into screams. "Sorry, I frightened you. This is a virtual reality lab. You've already passed the interview to be here, but our research institute has very high confidentiality requirements, so you must pass this security test to be hired. The people you see on the other side are criminals, top-tier European con artists and corporate spies, specifically targeting women to obtain business intelligence or swindle money. I'll show each of you a special pattern in a moment; seeing this pattern will cause characteristic changes in your brainwaves. Then you'll enter the virtual reality environment and choose one of the criminals to interact with. Although with current technology we can't observe your interactions with the criminals, if we observe characteristic changes in the criminals' brainwaves caused by a certain pattern, we can know who revealed their pattern to the criminal. You can choose to exit or continue now. But I can tell you, many candidates say this is the most wonderful experience of their lives, even if they fail, it's worth it." "Will it harm my body? They're criminals!" I was very sensitive to the word "criminal." “Oh, no, no, that’s a virtual reality environment. Every action you take in it is just your perception; it has no physical effect on your body. Look at the cables on those criminals. Once they’re connected to your suits, their nerve signals are transmitted directly to you, and your nerve signals are transmitted to them—it’s that simple. There’s nothing in between that can harm your body. Of course, you might feel pain in some situations, but it’s just a feeling! It has absolutely no effect on your body.” “What if he shoots me?” “You’ll think you’re dead and exit the system and come back. In fact, when the time is up, or when you say goodbye to the criminal and the connection between you is broken, you automatically exit the system and come back.” Jin finally convinced us. We lay on a frame with our limbs spread out, and a dozen or so robotic arms attached numerous wires to our suits, even covering our fingers. Then, our joints were fastened to the frame, immobilizing us completely. We were blindfolded, and inside the blindfolds were monitors displaying lines of copyright information. Ears, mouth, nostrils—all were plugged with devices or tubes. Once everything was ready, the stand sprang up. A strange yet simple graphic appeared, roughly resembling a cross with a horizontal figure eight wrapped around the crossbeam. Jin's voice said, "This is the graphic you're facing; it must be kept secret. No matter what happens, you cannot describe, draw, write, or hint at it to the criminal. Otherwise, you'll fail. Especially since only the two of you interacting with the graphic know what's happening inside, we can't tell whether you told the criminal or the criminal guessed it. So even if the criminal guesses it, it's equivalent to you failing. Be very careful. Now prepare to choose your interaction partner. We won't speak again until the interview is over. Have a pleasant and unforgettable experience. Goodbye!" I had already decided: the safest way was not to look at the graphic, or not to remember it, haha… I immediately closed my eyes until I felt a sudden brightening in front of me before opening them. Sure enough, it was a full-body image of the criminal. That damned graphic was still walking around there, trying to attract my attention. I resolutely refused to look at it again.

The criminals were very different from what I had imagined. They all looked handsome and dashing, stylishly dressed yet composed. There were all sorts of face shapes and body types; I'd never seen so many handsome men in my life. I slowly flipped through their pages two or three times, each time drawn to a tall, thin man with a gaunt face and a scholarly air wearing glasses. Reason told me I absolutely couldn't choose him; my heart couldn't resist his sweet talk. I finally felt the power of fate; in just a few glances, my heart was captured by his web, and I flew towards this conman like a moth to a flame.

It was a beautiful, tranquil beach. I was wearing a swimsuit and a thin sarong, walking on the sand, feeling the soft, fine sand tickling my toes, and enjoying the warm sea breeze gently tousling my hair. He slowly walked towards me. Dressed casually, wearing a simple straw hat, he smiled as he passed by me, my face flushed. I thought to myself, "Aren't you going to say hello?" I turned back to look at him, a little surprised. He seemed to notice someone watching him, turned back, slightly raised his hat, and nodded gently in greeting. I hated my own weak body; my heart was pounding in my chest, and my face was burning red. He turned and continued walking as if nothing had happened, leaving me standing there dumbfounded on the beach, head down in thought. "Did I mistake him for someone else? Could it not be him? Really, I even mistook my own Prince Charming! No, he's a conman!" Thinking about it, I couldn't help but laugh out loud. "Is my outfit that funny?" I didn't know when he had returned to my side. "Huh?...No...no. I was thinking about something else...whether I've mistaken you for someone else," I stammered. I wondered why I'd so naturally blurted out what was on my mind. "Hehe, so you've mistaken me for someone else?" "I...I...I don't know." My heart pounded even harder, and I lowered my head, unable to look at him. "Hehe, I'm so glad to meet a beautiful girl who shares my feelings today. May I ask you to walk with me for a while?" "Huh? This...is that alright?...I...I mean...okay!" For some reason, I felt like I'd suddenly lost most of my ability to think. He didn't take the opportunity to probe me; he simply walked quietly with me on the beach. I tried to calm my chaotic thoughts. He broke the silence by starting a conversation. "You were saying I felt the same way as you?" "Yes, didn't I?" "I don't know what kind of feeling you're talking about." "The feeling of waiting for someone. The feeling of waiting and not knowing if you've mistaken someone for someone else." "Hmm... How did you know I'd come?" "I don't know. I'm waiting for the person I'm waiting for, and I don't know if the person I meet is the one I'm waiting for. Aren't you the same?" "No! I'm waiting for you!" After I said that, I realized that what he said sounded a little different from what I meant, yet it seemed the same. A strange feeling welled up inside me. He suddenly leaned close to my ear and whispered, "Really? It feels so good to be waited for by a pretty girl." His warm breath brushed against my ear and face, a ticklish feeling that went straight to my heart. A flutter of desire rose in my heart. I thought he was going to kiss me, and subconsciously lowered my head and said, "No!" "No? It's rare to find such a beautiful seashell." I looked up, and before me was a colorful, heart-shaped seashell. "Wow! It's so beautiful!" I couldn't help but open my palm and look at him pleadingly. "I thought you didn't want it?" He pulled a thin rope from his pocket, tied it around the seam of the shell, and then skillfully tied a complex knot at the other end, making a necklace, which he hung around my neck. Touching the bright, rough bumps on the shell's surface, I felt a sense of being pampered. "You know, seashells can cry too." "Hehe... Do you think I'm some high school girl? This kind of sentimental stuff is so outdated. Hehe..." Seeing his embarrassed expression, helplessly scratching the hair behind his ear, my mood lightened considerably. "Careful, there are more loose rocks here. Let's go to that cliff over there. The view is much better." Following his direction, a rugged path led to a not-too-high cliff, behind which stood a small white house with a fireplace. He reached out his hand to help me, and I had long forgotten my reserve towards strangers, happily placing my hand in his. His thoughtfulness warmed my heart. "Oh right, I forgot to introduce myself. My name is Xiao Gui, what's your name?" He looked at me with a hint of surprise, then smiled strangely, bowed, and said, "Clever little Gui, Qiao is at your service." Although I didn't know why I had been given the title of "clever," I was still extremely pleased to be praised by him and couldn't help but chuckle. Inwardly, I scolded myself, "Shameless! He just said that, and you're already acting all sly!"

"What shape is the strangest seashell in your mind?" he asked me as we sat side by side on the cliff, chatting. The image immediately popped into my mind, though it was a bit blurry, I still vaguely remembered it. I shook my head and threw it back into the dustbin of memory, casually saying, "A square one!" "Oh, it's hard to believe that square things grow in nature?" "That rock over there is one!" "Haha...right, right, so what pattern would you draw on this square seashell to highlight your unique little seashell?" His indulgence of my unreasonable arguments greatly aroused the happiness of being pampered in my heart, making me feel younger, as if I had returned to my little girl days. I tilted my head, searching my mind for a "unique pattern." The pattern in the trash heap seemed natural, and Google (maybe my brain was using Yahoo!? :-)) found it. I threw it back into the trash heap, realizing Joe might be testing me, and deliberately said the opposite, "Draw a five-pointed star!" Joe pulled out a small notebook and, pretending to talk to himself, wrote as he wrote, "The clever little Gui sees a shape without edges, made up of lines..." You can imagine the terror in my heart! "Hey, what are you doing? You're cheating! You're making wild guesses and you'll easily frame me!" "Hehe, didn't you cheat too?" "I didn't!" "If you hadn't deliberately ignored the pattern, how could you not see my name?" "I..." I felt a little guilty, but even more confused. My emotions were suddenly pulled from heaven to hell by that hateful pattern. I wanted so much to hold onto this beautiful feeling, I wanted so much to be with him, but it was all an illusion, just a 90-minute game. Whether I pass the interview or not, I no longer care. Having tasted the pain of heartbreak, I know deeply that compared to the harm this experience will bring me, the job is dispensable. "If you know that symbol, this game is over, right?" "Yes!" Tears streamed down my face without my noticing. "Then I'll tell you the symbol now. A little less affection, a little less pain… The symbol is an 8… um…" Joe suddenly kissed my lips, silencing the rest of his sentence.

Instinctively, I tried to pull away, but he held me tightly, one hand on the back of my neck, the other around my waist. Joe sucked forcefully, sometimes gently teasing my lips with his tongue, quickly eroding my already feeble struggles. My whole body went limp, powerless, my attention consumed by the tingling pleasure from his lips, my aimless eyes slowly closing. I felt like a small boat in a storm, tossed to the crest of happiness and plunged into the abyss of despair with soft moans. The hand around my waist slowly stroked my back up and down, a ticklish, tingling, and incredibly comfortable sensation. (…The author deleted 260 words here…)

(Oops! I forgot this is an erotic novel, the author adds 260 words here :)

Suddenly, his hand slid from the edge of my swimsuit thigh into my buttocks. "Ah~~" I couldn't help but open my mouth and moan. Joe released my lips and instead took my earlobe into his mouth, gently playing with it with his teeth and tongue, while his hand gripped my buttocks and rubbed them incessantly with his palm. The itch in both places gathered in my heart, and my body began to tremble and moan with excitement in sync with his movements. The swimsuit was pulled to one side of my buttocks, and my genitals were completely exposed. His fingers pinched, flicked, rubbed, and wantonly played with my labia. My nerves were firmly under his control; a gentle press could send me to heaven, a flick could make me spin in the air, and a pinch could make me fall from the sky. Like a master, he easily directed me to moan and tremble at the rhythm he set, chasing the unattainable climax. It was the first time I had been played with by a man like this, the first time I had been played with so comfortably. His fingers suddenly invaded my body, and a shadow accompanied by fear quickly rose from the bottom of my heart—a painful memory. "No! No!" The pleasure quickly dissipated, and I struggled violently, trying to stop the fingers from invading further. Joe seemed oblivious; his fingers continued their advance, now penetrating deep inside me. Just as I remembered, a sharp pain shot through my vagina. My vagina contracted reflexively, and the pain radiated throughout my abdomen. I gripped Joe's hands tightly around my genitals, biting my lower lip, tears welling in my eyes, but I dared not cry, afraid that the movement would cause even greater pain. The air seemed to freeze. After a while, the pain subsided slightly. Joe carefully moved his fingers inside me, gently wiping away my tears and stroking my face and hair. His warm lips enveloped my lower lip, which had turned purple from being bitten. Only after confirming he wouldn't move his fingers again did I slightly loosen my grip on his wrists. Under the gentle caresses, the pain subsided quickly. "It should be okay now, just pull it out slowly. Oh...slower...slower." "Relax, relax, I haven't moved yet, it feels so warm and wet there, I don't want to move, just let it stay inside you." "Don't joke, it hurts so much." After waiting for a while, he really didn't move, so I had to grab his hand and slowly pull that damn finger out. I saw a row of purplish-black finger marks on his wrist, and for some reason, I felt a little heartache. "Ouch! It's all bruised, does it hurt? I'm so sorry." "Hehe, how could it hurt in a virtual environment? Look again!" The purplish-black finger marks were gone. "Oh? But...just now." "Come on, it's too cold in here, let's go inside and sit down." I pulled up my swimsuit and followed him into the little white room. (Author's note: Suddenly, a song by Wakin Chau started playing in my head: "Hey pervert across the street, look over here, look over here, look over here!")

The room was a simply furnished hall with a fireplace at the front, a small coffee table beside it, and a sofa chair next to the table. A row of tall cabinets, resembling wardrobes, lined the doorway, their surfaces inlaid with huge full-length mirrors. To the left of the hall was a makeshift bar. To the right were large floor-to-ceiling windows, offering only a view of the sea, no land in sight; the house probably jutted out a bit off a cliff. The center of the hall was empty, save for an antique-style ceiling fan in the center. The fan's control cord was a metal chain suspended in the center, with a small bucket hanging from the end. Joe gestured for me to sit down and then went behind the bar to make drinks. A fire was burning in the fireplace, and the room felt warm. Soon my body warmed up, my face burned, my breathing became rapid, and my throat was unbearably dry. That itchy, uncomfortable feeling I'd experienced many times today returned, and my lower abdomen also felt itchy and hot. I unconsciously scratched my chest, but the itch was still there, offering no relief. My genitals, which had been very painful, also started to itch, and I involuntarily rubbed my legs together, which provided some slight relief. "If it's hot, turn on the ceiling fan. The switch is on the chain with the little bucket," Joe said, his back to me.

I went to the center of the room and discovered that the little bucket was bottomless. The switch chain was far too short; even on tiptoe, I could barely reach the small bucket. The moment my hand touched it, it wobbled away. I had to strain to reach the bucket, but it was incredibly slippery, and I had to grip it tightly. But as I exerted force, the bucket suddenly collapsed, and my wrists, pressed against the edge of the bucket, were forced inside, then looped back around my wrists, handcuffing them like handcuffs. The switch chain wouldn't budge. I immediately realized it wasn't a switch at all, but a trap. As I struggled, my legs were suddenly spread apart with a series of "clicks," and my big toes were locked into small rings at either end of a roughly one-meter-long aluminum tube. Because my legs were spread, my toes couldn't reach the ground, and my weight pressed down on my wrists, causing excruciating pain that made me scream in agony. A heavy sandbag or something similar was placed on the aluminum pipe beneath my feet, and a sharp pain shot through my entire body, especially my toes and wrists. I didn't know if my joints had been stretched or if the switch chain had loosened. I could barely touch the ground with my toes, but my body was stretched straight, my legs spread wide. A man wearing a black hood and only black briefs walked up to me. I was startled. "Who are you? Where's Joe? What did you do to him?" The man didn't answer me immediately. He looked me up and down for a while, then walked behind me and slowly rubbed his hands up and down my waist, making me itch all over. He said in an icy tone, "Who is he to you? You can't even protect yourself, why do you care about him? In this game, he's just a fraudster, I'm the real protagonist." I was speechless at his question. Yes, who is he to me? Why would I care about him? "I like him!" I was startled by my own answer! "Like him? How long have you known each other? You like someone who lied to you? Don't you think you're stupid?" The man said, stroking my entire body. The feeling, which should have been pleasurable, was instead filled with disgust and filth, sending shivers down my spine. "Whether he's sincere or not, what I feel is real. Maybe he's just lying to me, but I'm willing to live in this dream." "Yes, women always live in dreams and die in reality. What that liar can give you, I can give you too. Your own body is the most faithful!" He pressed a rubber rod, about the thickness of a thumb, across my mouth, tying the ends behind my head with rope. This rubber rod, neither too thick nor too thin, prevented me from speaking, but it didn't stop me from screaming, shrieking, groaning, and moaning. Being unable to speak also deprived me of any space for thought. My consciousness was forcibly pulled into my body.

I have to admit this man was incredibly skilled; he touched every erogenous zone on my body without any rush, patiently waiting for my body to adjust to his caresses. Goosebumps slowly turned into a blush of shame. But the nausea and filth in my increasingly aroused body didn't lessen. The man found a knife, made a cut at my waist, and then slowly sliced my swimsuit in half horizontally. The cold blade moved terrifyingly across my waist, and I suddenly thought of death, of never seeing my family again. Terror gripped my heart, and tears welled in my eyes. The tension made my heart race, my blood boil, and my body become even more sensitive. The elastic swimsuit ripped open. The man threw down the knife, reached his hands up from my waist into the upper half of the swimsuit, and grabbed my breasts. My adrenaline-fueled nerves were suddenly triggered, and I cried out, "Mmm! Ah!" My muscles reflexively contracted, making my chest thrust forward, as if my breasts were pressing against his hands. My reaction greatly encouraged him. He squeezed and kneaded my breasts with both hands, while playing with my hardened nipples with his fingers. He whispered in my ear, "Your breasts aren't ideal! But your nipples are quite lewd." Terrified, I had no reaction to his humiliation. The feeling was so strange, so indescribable, both exciting and terrifying, like watching a horror movie at midnight—frightened yet strangely tantalizing. He ripped my swimsuit open, his naked upper body pressed against my naked back, his right hand playing with my left breast, his left hand gripping my waist, his hard erection pressing tightly between my round buttocks, its heat threatening my soft, helpless lips through my briefs and swimsuit. His lips kept kissing the back of my neck and the sensitive areas behind my ears, as if countless disgusting worms were wriggling on my back. I twisted my waist, desperately trying to avoid his filthy assault. But I desperately found that the more I twisted, the harder and hotter the beast pressing between my buttocks became. The man bit my earlobe, his breath hot and rough as he said, “As a woman, you hate your body, don’t you? Every month it torments you with pain, irritability, and makes you live in constant fear of being discovered for its filth. Your womanly body leaves you no choice but to be violated, to endure humiliating orgasms. Do you want to teach this vile body a lesson? Torturing your vile body can give you the double pleasure of revenge and orgasm. Want it? Want it?…” His fingers, through my swimsuit, pressed hard on my already engorged clitoris with each “Want it?” question, forcing me to respond with loud moans. “Want it?” “Ah!” “Want it?” “Ah!” “Want it?” “Ah!” This dialogue continued for several minutes. He grabbed my tattered swimsuit, now resembling swim trunks, and ripped it open with a sharp tear. “Ah!” With a scream, a cool sensation between my legs revealed I was completely naked. I tried to squeeze my legs together, but the aluminum tubes locking my toes only brought me excruciating pain. My genitals became the new target. The constant massage of my clitoris and labia caused my juices to flow uncontrollably. My moans had changed from screams of "ah ah" to hoarse "hehe". He untied the rubber rod covering my mouth and asked again, "Want it?" His fingers didn't relax their play with my clitoris at all. He probably thought I had been conquered by pleasure and would beg him to rape me. "You. Ah. Let. Hmm. I. Hmm~~ Hmm. Think. Think about it," I answered with a moan. This strange answer caught him off guard, and he stopped torturing my clitoris. This was the opportunity I had been waiting for!

I immediately tried to calm my breathing and slowly said, "My wrists are slipping out of the handcuffs. Don't you want to hold them tighter?" Sure enough, his eyes were fixed on my wrists as I guided them. "Look, look! They're coming out a little more! See? It's so slippery inside!" His eyes widened, and he stared nervously at the handcuffs locking my wrists. I felt immense pressure on my wrists; the handcuffs were digging into my flesh. I gritted my teeth and continued to shake his grip on the handcuffs. "They've slipped out a little more!" A sharp pain shot through my wrists as the handcuffs forced their way up a bit. I almost cried out in pain, but I held it in. I knew his resolve was wavering, and he was being led astray by my words into believing the handcuffs couldn't hold me. However, in my planning, I had forgotten to consider whether my wrists could withstand the moment he completely lost faith in the handcuffs. I had no choice but to take the risk. "Oops, the chains on my legs have come loose too!" In my panic, I mistakenly called the aluminum tubes "chains." "This is it! He'll realize what's happening!" My heart leaped into my throat. But then his gaze became even more confused. I saw the aluminum tubes under my feet suddenly transform into chains, then back into aluminum tubes, repeating this several times, breaking into several pieces, completely releasing my toes. "Ah!" he cried out in surprise. I loosened my grip, and the handcuffs came off. Without thinking, I grabbed the knife that had cut my swimsuit from the ground. The man let out a soft sigh and slowly pulled down his black hood. It was Joe! "Joe! It's you!" The tension and fear that had been supporting my body vanished instantly. The knife clattered to the ground, and my body went limp and I collapsed forward. Joe caught me and carried me to the sofa recliner in front of the fireplace.
"Little Gui, a woman's sexual desire and psychology are very closely related. Especially the first time, it often affects her understanding of sex for the rest of her life. Your partner didn't give you any sense of security the first time, no wonder your resistance to your partner's penetration is stronger than being raped. Do you believe me?" "It's alright." He smiled slightly, released me, and walked to the row of wardrobes by the door, opening one of the doors. Inside, there were many tools of unknown purpose and ropes of various colors and thicknesses. "Little Gui, once you walk out of this house, you'll pass the interview and get the job. I can walk with you a little further, if you're willing to walk naked and bound by me." I knew perfectly well that it was better to avoid trouble, so without thinking, I walked towards the door. The moment I opened the door, my heart skipped a beat. Humans are strange creatures; why does the thought of possibly never seeing each other again cause such heartache? My chest felt like it was being crushed by a thousand-pound boulder. I rubbed my chest, trying to comfort myself, "It's nothing, I've been through this before. It'll pass." My hand touched a hard little thing—the heart-shaped seashell Qiao had given me. Its vibrant patterns were as warm as Qiao's smile; our cozy walks on the beach, our joyful conversations—all flashed through my mind. Tears broke through my fragile defenses, dripping onto the seashell. The strength I had forced myself to maintain crumbled before my longing. I turned and threw myself into Qiao's arms, sobbing uncontrollably. Qiao gently held me. "Don't cry, don't cry. I was just a liar testing you. You're not worth my tears. And no matter what, I'll visit you in your dreams until you forget me." The more he said this, the more heartbroken I felt. He put his arm around me, walked to the door, kissed me deeply, and was about to push me out. Without hesitation, I hugged him tightly. "Joe, come with me! I'm willing to give you everything." Joe didn't say anything, just looked at me quietly. I knew he was giving me time to calm down, and I nodded firmly to him.

乔把我抱回衣柜前面，拉出一根和我差不多齐肩高的“人”字形铁柱。铁柱两腿固定在一个底座上。柱子顶端有一个小圆环，环顶凹陷成一新月状。他又拿出一困红色小指粗的棉绳来，吻着我的耳垂轻轻在我耳边哈气“要开始了，可能会有点疼，害怕吗？”我被他弄得全身酥痒，心猿意马那里还会害怕？“不怕，来吧。”。他轻轻地替我从肩膀到手指按摩了一遍才把我双手拉到背后，手背对手背靠好，铁柱在我的手和背之间。把棉绳对折，对折点贴在比手腕略高处，棉绳顺着小手臂拉下大约10厘米后，其中一条棉绳不动，另一条绕着两小手臂一圈一圈紧紧地往上绕直到手腕处把开始的一段棉绳除了对折点高出手腕的一小段外都埋在绳圈里。乔绕的很仔细，脉门处没有绕的太紧。把棉绳两端都穿过对折点形成的一个小绳圈后拉紧。我的手腕就丝毫不能动了。他把棉绳两端再穿过铁柱顶端的圆环后压进往新月状小凹，使劲往下拉，双腕被提高到极限，迫使我使劲挺胸来减轻被反扭的双臂的痛苦。他拿起一个小夹夹紧拉紧后的两股棉绳，让小夹卡住圆环，使棉绳不会松脱。这一次双手失去自由，我没有感到害怕，反而有种很轻松的感觉，皮肤被绳子勒着的感觉痒痒的，有点痛却又很舒服。乔吻着我后颈的敏感带问“疼吗？行吗？”“嗯~还好。”我轻声呻吟了一下。他把挂在我胸前的心形贝壳塞到我嘴里，让我含住。然后把双股棉绳从一边穿过我腋窝从乳房顶部横过胸部从另一边的腋窝绕回背后，穿过圆环，拉紧，再一次从乳房底部横过胸部绕回，把余下的一点绳头系牢在圆环上。再放开已经失去作用的夹紧棉绳的夹子。乔又拿出另一条绳子，居中对折后把勒紧在乳房上下的绳子在两乳房中间系在一块，打结，两乳房马上被勒得突了出来。乳头硬硬得挺了起来。乔含着我的乳头用舌头逗弄，直到我娇喘连连，把贝壳吐了出来，才停下来“手麻吗？”“嗯~呵，不……麻，有点疼”。新绳子在靠近胃部，小腹各打一结后拉到阴户。他分开我两片小阴唇，把绳子埋进粉红色的嫩肉里。在阴户处一连打了两个小结，穿过胯下，绳子向上拉起在脊骨尾近菊花处打结后，一边一条从腰部穿到前面，绕过前面的绳子再拉回背后，从后面拉紧，绳子在我腹部形成一个菱形，绳子在腰后打结后向上也穿过铁柱顶的圆环，系牢。捆绑过程中绳子不断磨擦我阴户各个部位，让我呻吟不断。乔又拿出一条新绳子，搬起我的右脚，用绳子从脚脖子开始，象困绷带似的紧紧缠住脚踝，使我的脚绷直不能动，绳子在缠满绳子的脚底打上结后穿过在我后腰上的铁柱和它两腿的交汇点处的一个圆环。铁柱的两条腿是两金属管和底座构成一等腰三角形。我的两脚已经分别被搬到金属管和底座的连接处。双腿被金属管分开成人字。乔开始整理我胯下的绳子，另一个小结压着我尿道口，又痒又痛的。他小心翼翼地把我的阴蒂从皮肤皱褶中剥了出来，用最后一个小结和那两条绳压住皱褶，绳结和绳子分别顶住和夹住阴蒂。他摆弄绳子的时候，差点没把我折磨死了。突然暴露在空气中的小豆豆感觉凉飕飕的，他呼吸的气息喷射在小豆豆上又痒由刺激，让我双腿不由自主地直打颤，发出“呃。呃……”的急速呻吟。每次绳结和绳子触碰小豆豆都让我被电击般全身反弓形痉挛。待他弄好，我是两腿张开一动也不敢动了。他从柜子里拿出一个用羽毛制成，风车一样的东西，插在我乳房中间的绳结上，风车顶部两条有弹性的细绳分别捆住我两个乳头，使它们向前挺出靠近风车顶部，这样两乳房就夹住风车了。轻轻转动风车，风车上的羽毛轻轻拂拭乳房和乳头，痒入心扉。嘴巴被塞进一个奇怪的塞口球，这东西随着我嘴巴打开咬紧，而变化大小，总是填满我的嘴巴，却又没有强力撑开我的嘴巴让我不舒服。

乔很体贴地用一个圆柱形垫子垫在我的腰和铁柱之间，然后开始拉紧缠住我双脚的绳子。当两腿离开都地面时，铁柱顶端的圆环就承担了我全部重量，身体往下滑，捆着上身的绳子全部被拉紧，手腕一下被提到几乎碰到颈椎，乳房被挤得硬硬的。更难受的是勒进阴户的绳子，一下加大了好几倍的力。肛门阴道里的两个绳结虽然入得更深，还能忍受，勒住阴蒂的绳子和绳结一下深深地埋进肉里，狠狠钳住阴蒂根部，把把整个阴蒂挤了出来，那一下比电击还要猛烈的刺激，让我尖叫起来，当然那个塞口球把尖叫变成了性感的呜鸣。趁着我全身反弓痉挛的时候，乔毫不怜香惜玉地拉紧系着两脚的绳子，打上结，再分别拉出来，分别把我两那已经紧贴了的大腿和小腿捆在一起。虽然大腿筋腱快被拉断般痛苦，大腿和小腿夹紧金属管却承担了许多身体的重量，大大减轻了手腕和乳房的疼痛。捆好以后，乔又用两条末端有小夹子的细绳，夹住我的两片小阴唇，往两边拉开，系紧在捆绑大小腿的绳子上，把我的整个阴户里的粉红色嫩肉都暴露无遗。他最后拿出一个毽球一样满是羽毛的东西吊在我那已经完全失去保护的阴户下面，只要轻轻一动，羽毛就扫过从阴道口到尿道口一带的极端敏感地带，尤其是两小阴唇内侧，是我最敏感的地方，被羽毛扫过，让我浪叫连连。羽毛有时还会直接扫过阴蒂，让我浑身痉挛跳动，异常难受，难受过后又很痒很痒，好想好想用手搔一下，却不能动，只能忍受，感觉快疯了。快要高潮的时候，不由自主扭动身体，带动勒紧阴蒂的绳子磨擦阴蒂，引发一次又一次的电击痉挛，把好不容易积聚起来的高潮感觉一下就冲散。乔还在一边火上浇油地爱抚我全身其它各处的敏感带。浑身都滚烫发热了，在快要高潮的地带徘徊却终不可得。乔突然轻轻拉开勒紧我阴蒂的绳子，羽毛在我小阴唇内侧快速有力地来回扫荡，“呵。呵呵呵呵……啊！”期盼已久的高潮终于爆发。正沈浸在高潮的迷糊中，阴道口传来一阵刺激，绳结被拉出，一条软绵绵，拇指粗的假阳具慢慢滑进我的密穴内，绳结又被拉好，压在假阳具底部。阴道本能反应地收缩阻止外物入侵，但是在已经泛滥成灾的淫水的润滑下，阴道的收缩反而一下把假阳具吸进了密穴深处，直顶到子宫口。密穴深处传来一阵阵异样的酥痒。假阳具可能是个特厚的气球，非常柔软，插入时并没有带来预期中的痛楚，阴道的痉挛收缩使假阳具中间收窄，顶着子宫口和穴口的部分即膨胀变得坚硬，由于穴口处被绳子压着，膨胀的力度转化成对子宫的冲刺，引起一阵阵强烈的瘙痒刺激，感觉象自己被自己抽插奸淫，这种奇怪的想法又让我更加兴奋起来。本应带给我极度痛楚的不受控制的阴道痉挛收缩，现在反而不断地带给我兴奋舒适的刺激，不断地挑起我的性欲望。随着我紧张的心情慢慢被快感的呻吟取代，阴道的痉挛也消失了。待我呻吟渐减，乔又推动假阳具，阴道又痉挛起来，我便又在穴口和子宫口的刺激下呻吟起来。如此反复了好几次，阴道已经适应了假阳具的刺激，不再痉挛了。乔重新整理好我全身的绳子，调整松紧，让体重平均分配到各条绳子上，让我舒服了许多。他把我的塞口球拿下，喂我喝了口水，对我说“退出系统的路有很多，可是有一条，只有我才知道。我带你去看看沿途景致吧。”。他把底座的轮子放下，又调整了一下铁柱的高度，使他垂下手就可以方便地玩弄我整个暴露无遗的阴户。抬手又刚好够着挺立的乳头。 “我们走吧”他说着，右手按在我圆润的臀肉上，把我连架子一起推向前，手指头有意无意地在菊花附近绕圈子。胸口，阴户处的羽毛慢慢地时不时扫过敏感点。各处的刺激使我“噢~~嗯~啊”地轻声呻吟。我们一下穿过了衣柜的镜子，进入一处黑森森燃着火把的大厅。有个穿暗红色燕尾服的男人朝我走过来。我大惊失色，大力挣扎，绳子一下勒紧敏感的阴蒂，身子不由自主猛地一弹。“噢~~”地大声呻吟起来。心想这样被人看见我还能活吗？

“别怕，他们看不到，也听不到我们。”乔在我耳边轻声说。果然，那男人在我们面前走过，好象压根儿看不到我们。“这是哪呀？”“别人的梦。别人的性幻想。”“谁的？”“和你同来得女孩。好好看，这里每一样东西都是她的潜意识的反应。”“能看吗？那样不道德吧？”。乔笑了：“能看，因为也许这只是你的梦。”。我环顾四周，这应该是一个刑房，我说‘应该’因为这个刑房实在是豪华到不可能是个刑房。只有墙上挂满的刑具，天花板吊满的锁链，镣铐，能说明它是个刑房。银造的锁链，黄金打成的镣铐，上面雕刻着精美的花纹。一系列的皮鞭，手柄上镶嵌着华贵的宝石，除了有黑皮鞭身，还有貂皮制的毛茸茸的鞭身，实在让人叹为观止。穿燕尾服的男人推开一扇门走了出去。乔推着我的屁股跟着他走出去，外面是个大阳台。阳台前站着一排穿燕尾服的侍从。裸体突然暴露在这幺多人面前，实在是太羞耻了，我挣扎着，快要哭出来了。“他们看不到，也听不到我们。”乔再次向我保证，看到我疑惑的目光，他一拳挥向一个侍从，拳头竟然象空气一样从侍从的身体穿过“现在相信了吧”。虽然知道不会被看到，可是羞耻感丝毫没有减弱。我不自在地扭动身体，又引起了一阵阵的酸麻，不禁发出淫荡的呻吟来，一下就丑红了脸。阳台外突然传来得欢呼，中间的两个侍从后退了一步，露出前面的两张大座椅来，左椅上坐着一个男人，穿着华丽看来是个权贵，右椅上坐着一个穿和服的女人。男人再女人耳边说了句话，女人转面的时候，我认得是雅子。男人站了起来，雅子犹疑了一下也极不情愿地站了起来。两个侍从把椅子拉开，“呀！”我惊讶得叫了出来。雅子华丽的和服竟然是没有后幅的，只有领子和腰带边上的两条细绳连着勉强把这半片和服挂在雅子前半身上。雅子的整个后背，臀部，穿着白色丝袜的大腿都在后面一览无余。细看之下，小穴口处还有一根细绳连进臀沟深处，估计两个洞洞都被塞了东西。雅子和那男人向阳台下的人群挥着手，男人转过头来朝侍从打了个眼色。一个侍从走到雅子后面，两手从后伸进雅子的和服，揉捏起雅子的乳房来。雅子身体一阵，面上一阵红，一阵白，强忍着刺激，装着若无其事地继续朝人群挥手。男人搂住雅子，手从腰部慢慢扫向臀部，雅子已经双脸潮红，牙齿紧咬着下唇，使劲忍住呻吟。淫水沿着胯下的细绳流满了整个大腿。男人拉住细绳，往下猛地一拉，拉出一个金球来，雅子双腿一软，但被侍从拿住两个乳房提着，没有摔倒，男人又一拉，两个大白肉球分开，露出肛门，一个银球被从肛门中来了出来贴在肛门上抖动，可想而知还有一串球塞在里面。男人分别从阴道和肛门又拉出几个球来，雅子全身发软，双眼已经目光散乱，男人把拉出来得球又一个个塞回去，然后猛地一下全部拉出来。雅子再也不住，头向后一仰，淫水跟着金球从小穴中喷出。阳台下的人群显然也留意到雅子的异常，欢呼声嘎然而止。男人一挥手，拿住雅子两个乳房的侍从慢慢后退，把雅子从阳台拖进那个华丽的刑房。讨厌的乔也学着那侍从握着我的乳房把我推回刑房。男人走刑房后，侍从关上门退了出去。男人从墙壁上拿下一条镏金麻绳，把雅子和服两袖拉到肩上，双手在背后交叠，麻绳对折后绕着双手好几圈，用力拉紧后再绕过上臂从乳房上方拉过胸口，回到背后，穿过背后的绳子再反方向拉紧，把上臂和胸部捆在一起，如是又从乳房下方勒了一道。绳子在背后大结后再分成两条，分别从脖子左右拉到胸前。穿过乳沟，把乳房上下的两圈绳子捆在一起，把雅子本来就丰满的乳房挤得高高耸起。然后在胸前连打了四五个隔开一段距离的结。绳子在腰部打结拉回身后拉紧。还没绑完，雅子已经呵呵地呻吟起来去了，此情此景让我回想起刚才被绑时的刺激，下腹的麻痒又升了起来。“这就是日本着名的龟甲绑”乔的解释把我的注意力重新拉回呻吟着的雅子身上。果然雅子身上已经被勒出许多凌形来。镏金的麻绳捆在雅子身上象为她那素雅的和服配上许多短金流苏。漂亮性感的衣裳，配上那无助中带几分兴奋的娇艳红霞的脸，显得楚楚可怜，惹人怜爱。“好漂亮呀！”我不由得赞叹。男人给雅子戴上一个塞口球堵住雅子的嘴巴，又把雅子的长发整理好，拉到后面绑在背后的绳子上，使雅子只能抬着头。然后把雅子放倒在地上，从屋顶两边拉下两条银锁链，用锁链末端的黄金镣铐分别锁住雅子的两个脚腕。男人把雅子的双腿用她的和服下摆裹好，又拿来一条手掌宽的红色绸带在脚腕处包着和服把雅子的双脚紧紧裹在一块。然后按动开关。两条银锁链分别向屋顶两边拉起，把雅子倒吊起来，远看就象一条美丽的项链挂在屋中，黄金脚镣和红绸带是链萼，而雅子就是那裹着金边的白玉链坠。男人围着雅子欣赏，乔一边玩着我的乳头，一边把我推到雅子背后，胯下的羽毛毽球又开始摆动，撩拨着凉飕飕的阴户，害我不禁和雅子一样呻吟起来。男人也转到了雅子背后，手上多了一条黝黑的软鞭。他用鞭头的细须轻轻地扫着雅子裸露的大腿和雪白臀肉。雅子发出更大的呜呜呻吟声，身体因为痒痒而不断地扭动。男人见时机成熟，退后两步展开软鞭，“啪”地一鞭抽在圆润的臀上，雪白的臀肉立马显出一道红霞。“呜！”雅子发出一声被闷在嘴里的哀鸣，身体紧抽了一下。看着软鞭又再呼啸奔向还在颤抖的臀肉，我的心也不由得提到胸口。就在软鞭达到雅子的屁股的同时，乔的手指也在我屁股的相同位置划过。“呜！”“啊！”我和雅子同时惨叫。她是吃痛，我是吃惊。但是心理的震撼估计没有多大差别。一鞭接一鞭，听者软鞭破空的厉哨，看着鲜红的鞭痕，我的心和受刑的雅子其实一样紧张，虽然画在我身上的是乔的手指，可是那感觉就象软鞭也打在我身上一样。那种紧张但又没法挣扎的感觉好象有万千蚂蚁在我五脏六腑乱爬一样瘙痒。身体很自然就把这种瘙痒当成了性兴奋，只有呻吟才能减轻一点痒痒，阴道不自觉地开始分泌淫水，等待搔痒的阳具。雅子从大腿到腰部的雪白身体很快就布满了一连串红红的鞭痕，地上流了一滩泪水和汗水混成的水渣。淫水顺着屁股沟流下浸湿了捆绑双手的绳子。男人转到前面，“啪，啪”两鞭打在雅子那紧紧顶着和服的乳头部位上，和服裂开，乳头蹦跳着从布料后弹出来，“嘶啦啦……”声不断，被挤紧的乳房撑大和服的裂口，挣扎着从裂口中钻出来，也在空气中弹跳起来。鞭极其准确接连击中跳动的乳头，雅子哀嚎连连，眼泪在挣扎中象雨点般在空中飘洒。

我看着惨不忍睹，“这太残忍，太暴力了，不就想知道那个符号吗？用不着这幺暴戾吧？这个男人是有虐待狂的！”乔微笑着说“他就是日本人口中的调教师，调教受虐型的调教师很少会有虐待狂倾向。调教师的职责是激发被调教者被压抑的性欲。整个调教过程都只能是受虐者在享受性快感。如果调教师自己本身有虐待狂倾向他就很难感受到被虐者的需求，而只顾享受虐待他人的快感。一旦调教师自己享受起来，受调教者本来就被压抑的欲望就会因为新的创伤而被更深地压制，整个调教就失败了。那个符号其实起了一种心理暗示作用，当人要保守一个秘密时，潜意识就会想起最不能保守秘密的场景。通常这都是人最容易放松的场景，而在催情药的作用下，你们都会把自己最容享受到性高潮的场景在这个梦中建立起来。你看，雅子快要高潮了！”

调教师停止了鞭打，雅子双颊潮红，口中仍旧呜呜地呻吟着，双腿夹紧，前后摩擦着，不用有经验的调教师都知道她已经痒得受不了了。调教师挥动软鞭“啪”的一声竖直打在包裹着雅子双脚的红绸带上。红绸带刺啦地裂开，在两条银锁链的拉力下，裂口迅速扩大，红绸带啪啦一声从中断开。雅子的双腿突然失去束缚，被银锁链猛地向两边拉开，露出已经隆起的阴阜，充血的阴蒂顶开层层皮瓣挺立在外，张开的阴唇在微微地一开一合抖动。调教师从墙上换下一条毛茸茸的貂皮软鞭。走到雅子身边三两下把和服撕碎从绳索下抽出来扔到一边，举起毛茸茸的貂皮软鞭在雅子的大腿两侧扫来扫去，却有意避开敏感的阴户。雅子身体比受鞭打时还剧烈地扭动。调教师退后几步，挥动貂皮软鞭，“噗”地打在雅子挺立的阴蒂上。雅子发出一声痛苦的“呃”声，把塞口球都咬得变了形，腹部收缩，身体向前屈起到水平。调教师不容她有喘息的机会，一鞭比一鞭快地打在阴户上。雅子已经发布出声来，痛苦使她腹肌收缩，上半身屈起已经超过水平。调教师小心地调整位置让鞭子避开她已快遮住阴户的头部。雅子上半身突然向后一甩，身体从前弓变成反弓。一条水线从阴户中喷射而出，稍停，又喷出一道，如是几次，才平静下来，剩下失去知觉得身体在空中荡来荡去。

“这样鞭打真能带来高潮吗？”我有点不太相信。“日本文化中对暴力的崇尚有时是很难理解的。有点过分简单地说吧，这是绝对权力环境下造成的心理影响。当有‘一个有生杀予夺大权的人也一定能保证富足的生活’这样的逻辑存在时，在潜意识的简单条件反射中这个逻辑就变成：”杀人有安全感‘和’能杀人的人有安全感‘。前者用施虐，后者用受虐来证明这种生杀予夺权力的存在。当然实际个案还有很多其它情况，但是雅子这个就一定是这种了“”为什幺？“”你看她选的场景，是宫廷，刑具都豪华地装饰了。这是她追求权贵的潜意识反映。调教师一直都没有脱象征皇权的衣服，这是她把性与权联结一起的反映。在阳台上被玩弄是对一个能操控她个人和其它人的强权人物的崇拜。而选择阳台这种有距离又能看清的地方，表明她既屈服于传统道德对性的压迫，又想挑战这种压迫的矛盾心理。你看，最后的解放。“

调教师已经把雅子放了下来，解开脚镣，抱到离墙不远处。那处地面上有两条导轨通向墙壁，导轨上分别有一支短桩，上有脚镣。调教师把雅子脸朝下放在两导轨之间，两腿分开到最大，分别锁在脚镣上。导轨中间上方还有一条导轨，悬空挂着，另一端深入墙壁，在雅子头部正上方的导轨上挂着一个金灿灿圆环，环内穿挂着一条红色棉绳。调教师用棉绳一端把雅子双手对上的一连串绳子全部捆到一块收紧，雅子吃痛，胸部挺得更加双峰突出。调教师把棉绳另一端从雅子双手和背之间穿过，用雅子捆着绳子的手臂作滑轮，把雅子拉起来，直到双脚被脚镣拉住，全身挺直，才把绳子也捆在雅子手臂上。完成后雅子就双腿叉，开身体笔直地与地面成大约60度角地微微吊离地面。调教师解开雅子的塞口球后来到雅子身后，站进雅子两腿之间，双手前伸把玩着雅子两个乳头。上方的圆环开始向墙壁滑动，把雅子慢慢拉向墙壁。快到墙壁时，墙壁突然向外打开，人群的欢呼声一下子充满了这个刑房。墙壁开出一个窗户来，三条导轨和一块狭长地板一直伸出窗外十米有余。“啊，不要呀！不要呀！求求你不要让别人看。”雅子惊叫继而摇着头哀求着，调教师在裤裆捣鼓了一阵，身体猛然向前一挺，雅子随即身体一抽紧，头向后仰起，嘴巴长大，确发不出声来，已经被插入了！调教师一手玩乳头，一手玩阴蒂，雅子的惊叫很快变成淫荡的“噢~~嗯~~啊。啊。啊……”。雅子被前进的圆环慢慢拉向前面。待雅子身体慢慢被抽离阳具，直到看见阳具头后的那道沟沟时，调教师才又猛地前跨出一大步，深深插入雅子体内，引来雅子一声高昂的呻吟。两人就这样慢慢走向人群中央的上空。

乔看我没有什幺兴奋的反应，没等雅子迎来高潮就推着我穿墙而过进入一个银色的世界。乳白的灯光下是一间极具科幻色彩的房间，是一个工作台，一个穿白色实验室大褂的男子站在工作台前聚精会神地操作着。“呵呵，近年来多了好多这种幻想呀。”“这又是什幺心理的反映呀？该不会是对科技太有兴趣吧？”“不是！是对男人的无声控诉！”“噢！？”“看完也许你就知道了”乔手臂搂着我的腰，把我推向操作台，一边手掌也不闲着，轻轻抚着我大腿内侧，又不时弹弹拉开我阴唇的那根细绳。把我玩得又舒服又痒又无奈，连合上双腿摩擦的自由都没有，心里恨死他了。来到操作台旁边，操作台后面是一个凹字形钢架子，左面的厚钢板中间有个半圆形凹槽，一个全身赤裸的女孩的半张脸和脖子都埋在槽里。女孩双手腕被锁链反扣在身后，向上拉起，迫使女孩挺胸翘臀跪着。在左面的厚钢板上有另一个更大的半圆形凹槽吞没了女孩的这个腰。女孩一双大腿被向两边尽量分开，锁在托着腰部的钢板的竖面上，双膝勉强跪到地上，从后面看是个八字，菊花和小穴都淫荡地暴露着。小穴中塞着一根银棒。女孩的一双乳头被两个金属乳夹夹着，乳夹下面用金属线垂吊着两个金属小球。两小球中间有另一排用固定在地面上的细针顶着的小球，所有小球都紧贴在一起。男人拉开夹着左乳的小球，一放手，小球甩回原位，发出清脆的“啪”一声，动量通过中间的一排小球传到右乳的小球，右乳的小球向外飞起，然后又落下。小球就象办公桌上的定时器一样，有规律地“啪，啪”飞起，落下。左右乳的小球下面还装了磁铁，在磁场推动下，补偿被乳房吸收了的动量。女孩开始轻微呻吟起来。工作台对面的墙壁闪出各种图表，还有女孩各个角度的特写镜头——是菲比。男人拧动一个旋钮，菲比全身一震 “啊噢！”地叫起来。小球碰撞时发出的蓝色闪光说明中间那排小球已经被通上高压电。左右乳的小球轮流有规律地贴上高压电，使菲比左右乳轮流被电击，电得菲比有规律地“啊，啊”叫着。男人按下一个按钮，左右乳小球下面的磁铁磁极一反，连小球同时飞起，又同时落下，电击菲比的电流变成短促而强劲，菲比叫声加快了一倍，屁股拼命扭动，无奈腰部被牢牢卡在凹槽内，扭动丝毫影响不了小球的运动。男人带上绝缘手套，拿起一根前面有个导电橡胶球的棒子，棒子后面连着电线，估计也是通了电的。橡胶球先在菲比腰部慢慢打圈，菲比“啊~噢~阿~哦”地呻吟起来，阴户慢慢打开，小穴已经湿润了。橡胶球滚到高高翘起的屁股，菲比的呻吟提高了好几分贝，更加急速了。橡胶球一下压在菊花眼上，“嗯！”菲比全身抽搐。墙壁上显示出三条扫描线，旁边分别标着：乳，肛和内压。乳，肛的扫描线是有规律的脉冲，而内压却是维持在一定水平上时高时低地漂移着。男人一边自言自语“怎幺不同步？”一边调整棒子上的旋钮。乳和肛的扫描线上的脉冲慢慢移动，相互靠近，然后对准了。“嗯，啊！啊！啊！啊！啊！”菲比的娇声呻吟也配合着扫描线上的每一个跳动准确地响起。“啊哈！同步了，现在找到频率就大功告成了”男人兴奋地拉过工作台上的键盘。扫描线上的脉冲一下加快，内压线开始时越升越高，线上的起伏越来越小，然后又散乱起来。镜头上的菲比满脸绯红，双眼半开半合，鼻翼因为急速的呼吸而扩张到极限。扫描线上的脉冲变成时快时慢，显然在寻找最优值。“啊~~~呵！呵！呵！呵！呵！呵！呵！”菲比的呻吟突然得粗犷急速。内压线乱跳一下后突然变成和另外两条线完全一样的脉冲。“oh， yes！！”男人兴奋得又蹦又跳了好一会，才关闭电源，把菲比小穴中的银棒一下猛拔出来，菲比淫水一喷而出，早泄了。男人解开已经半昏迷的菲比又抱又吻，极尽温柔地爱抚着菲比软弱无骨的裸体。“菲比，你太棒了，待会我们赢定了！”“你也好厉害，快把我玩死了。什幺时候才开始呀？”“还有时间呢，我们先看看对手的资料”男人说着，墙壁上的影像突然变成一个身材夸张地突出的性感卡通女郎。“那是一个电视游戏的女主角”乔解释道。我看着菲比红潮未退的脸，心中想起前男友老想培养我和他一起打电视游戏的情景，心想“想不到菲比还爱玩电视游戏这种男孩挚爱的东西。她男朋友一定爱死她了。”

“小贵……”突然听到有人叫我，我“哦？”地应了一声抬头一看，看到乔表情古怪地看着墙壁上的影像，也朝影像看去。“呀！这是什幺回事？”我大吃了一惊，墙壁上的影像竟然是穿着三点式泳衣的我。“看来菲比很羡慕你的某些地方，把你带进她的梦境成为她的竞争对手。呵呵，既然如此，你就可以身临其境亲身体验一下她的怪点子了” 乔没等我反映过来就把我推向墙壁，我们穿墙壁而过来到一间同样的工作室，只是没了菲比和她的男人。“菲比这个游戏很有趣”乔倚着工作台，拿起一根细长子弹形金属棒，子弹头顶着一个小圆球，“这是一个压感引擎”乔把金属棒放进水杯浸了一下然后用手握紧，再把金属棒底部的一个小插座插上一条电缆，然后用手握紧金属棒，棒头的小圆球飕地胀大成小馒头一样。棒身蓝光闪闪，靠近圆球和棒尾的两段带颗粒的棒身慢慢地转动起来。“棒身和液体接触后发生反应会产生电力，压力越大反应就越剧烈产生的电力也越强。”。“菲比要这幺个东西用来干什幺呢？”乔笑而不答，从工作台上拿起一个塞口球，走到我身边，手指一下按在我阴蒂上，趁我失声大叫时，把塞口球塞进我嘴里，在脑后扣好。这个塞口球好大好硬，塞得我牙关生痛，舌后跟都被压着，让我想吐，非常难受。乔提起我背后绑着的铁柱，铁柱和“人字”支架分开。双腿失去支撑，全身重量又压在勒着乳房和阴户的绳子上。勒得我浑身酸麻酸麻地痒。乔把我胸前的羽毛风车扔到一边，把我俯卧着放到那个虐待过菲比的凹形支架上。我恐惧地“呜呜”叫着挣扎。乔温柔地说“别怕，别怕，没有电击”。乔不知道从那推出一个小点凹形支架，然后把我移到小支架上，支架一端托住我肩膀和下巴，使我抬头看着前方，肩膀被牢牢锁在支架上。乔又把我脖子用厚厚的防震材料包好，也牢牢固定在支架上，我的头只能勉强左右转动。支架另端托锁着我小腹。乔又在支架上加了一些柱子分别托住我双腿和背后的铁柱。然后把我的各个角度特写影到墙上，让我看着。第一次看到自己被摆成淫糜的姿势绑在支架上，竟然有些莫名的兴奋，尤其是看到自己小穴插着假阳具的大特写，陌生的视觉和熟识的感觉交织在一起，小腹一下就热起来了。把两个葫芦形的管子安装在我双乳下面“这是真空吸管，里面还有一些机关，待会你就受用了”。嗡嗡声中，我双乳被吸进葫芦管里，葫芦管上升把我整个乳房吸了进去，窄窄管口如乳枷般勒住乳根。乳房在顶上的大葫芦瓶里，乳头即被吸进小葫芦瓶，两瓶间的窄小颈口布满了小颗粒，刺激着乳头根部和乳晕。大葫芦瓶里果然内有乾坤，一条螺旋形的按摩器紧紧拿住我的乳房，一转动，便象挤奶一样揉捏我的乳房。小葫芦瓶里也有一对满布小颗粒的半月形金属夹子套着乳头，夹子由两根有弹性的钢丝支撑着。夹子只是松松地套着乳头，没有夹紧。偶尔钢丝摇动，小夹子上的颗粒便摩擦乳头，冷冷痒痒的，又舒服又难受死了。乔蹲在我前面，把一个旧式水磨的水车一样的东西晃了一下说“这个叫极乐轮，仔细看看轮上的桨叶，是仿照猫舌头做的，有倒钩，舔在阴蒂上那感觉呀~~哇~~你一会就知道了”。这一惊非同小可，阴蒂那地方极度敏感，隔着皮肤碰都电击一样，直接暴露在空气中便已经让我全身酸软了，羽毛扫过都抽搐，现在竟然要把这有倒钩的东西贴上去，还不要了我的命！我拼命地大叫，叫声还是呜呜的象呻吟。又扭又踢，可是全身捆的跟粽子似得，腰也被锁在了支架上，任凭我怎样挣扎，身体一点动静都没有，只有手掌一张一合。我紧张地看着墙上的影像，看到乔蹲到两腿之间的耻部前，轮子装到一根支柱上，调整支柱慢慢上升，奖叶快碰到阴蒂时，他转动轮子，我已经高度紧张的神经以为轮子会碰到阴蒂，不由得“啊”地大叫，听在耳里是“嗯！”的一声，腰部也挺直了，不过在这种紧绑下已经觉察不到了。身体刚放松，乔已经找到他要的高度了，桨叶边缘刚好碰到阴蒂，他还来回地摇动轮子，整得我“嗯！嗯！嗯！”地乱叫，刺激尖锐得让我死去活来。他用一快小硬胶片把勒着我小穴口的绳子撑开，露出假阳具底部和菊花。 “好了！”他说着，拔出我小穴中的假阳具。已经习惯了假阳具的小穴突然失去填充，心里生出一阵失落感。没有假阳具阻塞，淫水从小穴中流了出来。“嗯！嗯！”阴蒂突然传来一阵强烈的刺激。原来是那桨叶吸收了淫水膨胀伸长，已经整片耷拉在阴蒂上了。阴蒂刚刚开始适应这种刺激，桨叶又慢慢开始变干收缩，无数细小倒钩钩在敏感的阴蒂上，象有无数牛毛细针插满了我阴户一样痛痒难受。我只能靠不断高声呻吟来缓解这难忍的痛痒，同时双手不自觉地握拳松开又握拳。我翘起的屁股后面架起了另一个固定在支架底盘上的小支架。小支架上有一根小钢柱，柱头是一个直径大约1cm的金属球正顶在我的菊花眼上。钢柱连到后面一个也固定在支架底板上的箱子里。箱子上面有许多接线和指示灯，估计是个控制盒。钢柱上方左右两侧还各有一个四方盒分别贴在我两个圆圆的臀上。乔在一个盒子里挑了根直径最小的引擎棒，虽说小直径大约也有2cm.引擎棒状在一个圆柱里只露出那个小圆球。圆柱后面是一个带螺母的插头。乔把插头插进控制盒，拧紧螺母把引擎棒固定在控制盒上，棒头的小球紧紧压住我小穴入口，乔然后把拉着我两片阴唇的细绳从大腿上的绳子上解下来，往后拉，用两片阴唇包住淫虐着我阴蒂的轮子的上半部分。又试了试保证两边阴唇会被转动的桨叶边缘刺激到，才把绳子绑在控制盒的支架上。“成了！想知道是什幺游戏吧？装进这个壳里头待会就知道了”乔说着从一扇门后推出一个箱子，把我连支架推进箱子，黑暗中，“咔哒”声连连支架被钉死在箱子里的装置里。“砰”的一声箱子从后盖上，我便处在绝对的黑暗中了。惊恐油然而生，黑暗中，失去自由的身体，成为恐惧的放大器。我一边徒劳地挣扎一边“嗯嗯”地叫，无法挣脱的恐惧在黑暗中竟变态地激发起我的性欲来。箱子突然晃动起来，乳房的按摩器竟然动作起来，慢慢地捏着我双乳，乳头被两片满是颗粒的金属片来回摔打，也慢慢硬起来了，传来舒服的酥麻感。身体慢慢变热，子宫痒痒得，我忘了恐惧，呻吟起来。

眼前突然一亮，箱子被打开了，外面蓝天白云，竟然来到了郊外！我前面挡着块玻璃，玻璃前面是一条黑黑的有一红绿灯柱的大马路，除了下方好象有两个轮子外，就没有任何东西阻挡我的视线了。两边传来得“嗯嗯”呻吟声吸引了我的注意力，我极力转动被固定的死死的头，看到了奇异的景象。菲比在我右边，头被和我一样固定在支架上，支架像一个枷把菲比双手锁在下巴下方。双腿跪着膝盖和手肘被锁在一起。双腿被极限分开锁着，一根钢柱顶住阴阜前耻骨处，配合压在腰部上的一个圆球，把臀部托得朝天翘起。乳房，阴部和屁股上被装戴上跟我一样的装置。手腕和脚腕处都被一个轮子遮住了。我突然醒悟过来，我也是同样被装成了一辆人肉机动车了！我左边还有两个女孩，就是乔说的电视游戏的女主角了。一个脸朝上被四马攒蹄地反捆成o形，四肢被捆在底板上，腰部被一钢柱顶得高高的。口中也塞着塞口球。车头竖起两根旗杆，杆顶拉下两条细线分别捆着女孩的乳头，把乳房拉得高高的。乳房周围贴着按摩器。阴部却和是我和菲比的穿戴是一样的。另一个女孩比我们都舒服，只是左手腕和左脚腕，右手腕和右脚腕分别捆在一快，俯卧着捆在车架上。乳房，阴部和屁股都和我们一样处置了。看着她们身后那比我的大了两三倍的引擎棒，不禁非常感激乔对我的体贴，兴奋中生出一丝丝幸福的暖意来。

我们四人都被连续地刺激着乳房，身体都已经潮红，子宫痒痒难忍，淫水长流，难受得拼命呻吟着企图扭动被捆得死死得身体。身后传来“叮叮叮”的声音，红绿灯柱上的灯由红变黄，还没反应过来，又是“叭”的一声巨响，绿灯亮起的一瞬间，一直顶着小穴的引擎棒从圆柱管中冲射而出，一举撞入阴道深处，阴道来不及反应，加上已经被大量淫水润滑，引擎棒毫无阻挡地深入到子宫，撞开子宫颈口，前面的小球直冲入子宫内。这一下又猛烈又深入，插得我又痛又解痒。我们四个女孩齐声“嗯”地叫起来。阴道收缩，子宫内的小球马上膨胀起来，撑满子宫，把引擎棒牢牢卡在阴道里。引擎棒在子宫口和阴道口附近的两段棒身旋即开始转动起来，上面的小颗粒剧烈地摩擦着子宫口和阴道口。“呜！”极度的刺激让我全身绷紧，还没有完全放松对外物的排挤的阴道又再次刺痛着剧烈痉挛起来。引擎棒受压反应加剧，发出一声尖叫，在子宫口和阴道口处更加飞快的转动。支架一颤，带着我向前冲出。阴蒂下的小轮估计是连着车轮的，伴着车轮转动，也开始转动起来，猫舌桨叶一下下添过阴蒂和阴唇，无数细小倒钩拉扯着阴蒂上的敏感神经，钻心的痛痒传遍五脏六腑。我尽力呻吟着，竭力的挣扎拉扯着紧绑全身的绳子，绳子更深地勒进肌肤，全身一片麻痒，四肢筋腱被拉得要断裂般痛。第一个高潮就这样在极度痛苦和刺激中来临了。高潮过后的阴蒂和阴唇变得更敏感，猫舌桨叶的每一下刺激都变成强电流，强迫全身肌肉抽紧，筋腱和肌肉被拉得酸痛无比。我闭着双眼享受着来自全身不知道是折磨还舒服的刺激，第一个高潮的余温还没过，第二个高潮便已经袭来。高潮的短暂快感很快就被强烈的刺激冲散，然后便又马上被推上另一个高潮。

不知道经历了多少个高潮，阴道内，阴蒂和阴唇的刺激都同时减弱下来。我才有机会调整一下快要令我窒息的急速呼吸。我张开眼睛，看到路旁的景物正以恐怖的速度飞快地略向后方，菲比她们三人都在我前方远处，显然她们的大引擎棒比我那根小的有力的多。不一会儿，前面出现一座高山，路在山脚下以一个近90度的右拐弯绕到山后。她们开减速准备拐弯，我越追越近了。被反捆成o形的女孩只比我快了半个车位左右，整个阴部暴露在我左前方。巨大的引擎棒插在她小穴里，一条电缆从连在控制盒上的圆柱体内伸出连在引擎棒底部。引擎棒末端疯狂地转动着象淋花的喷头一样抛撒着淫水。阴蒂肿胀得象乳头那幺大，被猫舌桨叶甩打得前后弹来弹去。一直松开甩打着我两个乳头的那两个半月形金属夹子，突然大力夹紧，硬生生地往下拉。痛得我眼泪直流，连连惨叫，痛苦盖过了阴部的刺激，失去压力的引擎棒几乎停止了转动。在我肩膀下方的轮突然向右拐，我转向右方，惯性力推着我横着向前冲，侧面撞上了被o形反捆的女孩，前冲的势头止住时，我刚好已经转过急弯，面向着山后的直路。贴在臀上的两个盒子突然刺出无数绣花针，突然而来的一片针刺痛楚使肌肉本能地收缩，压迫到阴道里的引擎棒，伴着我无力的惨叫，引擎棒再次启动。连在控制盒上的小钢柱也同时把它前端的钢球顶进我那未经人事的菊花眼，深入直肠。猛烈震动起来。“噢~~噢~~噢！啊！”后庭的震动带来一种新得刺激，兴奋的阴道又再收紧，直接次压紧引擎棒。我被一股大力推动，膝盖划过o形反捆的女孩柔软的乳房猛然向前冲，一下子超过了在我左面的菲比和另一个电玩女孩。乳头的夹子，不再拉扯乳头，改而放出一阵轻微的电流，按摩器也急速地揉捏起我的乳房来来，胸部传来一阵麻痒，配合着重新高速转动的猫舌桨叶轮，再次把我强行推向一浪接一浪的高潮。引擎棒中央不动的部分不知何时多了个突起，在我收紧的阴道里不停游走，偶尔经过一处，会让我有排尿的冲动，夹杂着加倍的麻痒，估计就是传说中的g点了。整个阴因为过度的刺激变得疼痛无比。一个接一个的高潮，快感混着痛楚，我已经分不清这是享受还是折磨。

菲比她们凭借粗大的引擎棒，很快就追回了我的领先优势，一个个红肿的阴户从眼前经过冲向远方。一座象游乐场里的云霄飞车一样的螺旋形钢桥出现在前方。我吓坏了，想减速，可是阴道的肌肉并不由大脑控制，处于兴奋中的神经丝毫不肯放松阴道。我尖叫着被高速推上钢轨，一个翻滚，又一个翻滚，血液时而被压上头部，时而被抽离头部，惊险的刺激让我本已因性兴奋而狂跳的心脏在胸腔里狂躁地乱蹦。“呵！呵！呵！啊~~！呵！呵！呵！”我野兽般地嗥叫着，全身和阴道一样一波一波地抽搐，享受到了从未经历过的高潮。高潮一过，被短暂屏蔽的刺激又从全身各处的敏感带传来。理智开始消失了，野兽般的性欲急剧膨胀，不管身体痛苦的警告，恨不得不阴蒂打烂，阴道撑破，才能解这钻心入肺的奇痒。从翻滚中冲出来，钢轨一个急转弯，猛向下冲，惊吓中又迎来一个狂野的高潮。我一下越过谷底，再冲向半空，钢轨竟然在前面消失了！我象起飞的飞机一样，被高速抛向空中。极度惊恐中，引擎棒两端突然涨大，疯狂转动，棒身的突起猛地压住g点振动，“噢~~”我阴户一热，失禁尿了出来。眼前一黑，脑袋在一阵嗡嗡声中，失去了对身体各部分的感觉，刚才还在猛烈跳动的心脏似乎已经停止了。“我要死了！”心中突然浮现出这幺个念头来。

“小贵，小贵……”声音由远至近慢慢来到我耳边。我一下张开眼睛。正浑身酸软无力地躺在乔怀里。束缚都解开了，可是四肢好象不是我的一样，一点气力都没有了。整个阴部火烧着痛。“快醒吧，我们不够时间了，还要去看简的梦呢。”“菲比这是什幺梦呀？差点没把我整死了。”“一边走一边说吧，我看你也走不动了，我用轮椅推你吧”乔把我上半身放到轮椅上，反拉向后，咔嚓地用手铐锁在了椅背后面。我正惊讶中，双腿被抬高，大腿被分开绑在轮椅两边扶手上。脚脖子被用绳子分别一圈圈捆住后，两条绳子分别向后收紧，把我双腿拉得笔直后，拉过轮椅椅背顶上的两个推手捆在扣住双手的手铐上。乔又用两根细绳一端捆着我的乳头，拉紧，右乳的绳子拉过左边大腿，捆在左边扶手上，左乳的绳子捆在右边扶手上。又把一条冰柱装进避孕套里，扎好，拉起小阴唇，让两阴唇含住冰柱，用胶带粘住两阴唇，使冰柱不会掉出来。看起来就象男人一样多了根挺拔的棒棒。寒气刺激下，我的阴户又有了反应，阴蒂竟然一下充血拔起了。禁不住“嗯~哦~”呻吟起来。在这个梦境里我的羞耻心正恐怖地减退着，享受性欲似乎变得天经地义起来。乔慢慢推着轮椅走向田间小路。

“怎样？变成男人的玩具的滋味怎样？”我以为他在说我现在被他任意玩弄的感觉。说实在得是充满了罪疚感的又刺激又兴奋。可是这怎幺能说出口呢？只好羞红了脸“呀！？”了一声。“刚才的游戏是菲比心中希望变成男友的玩具而生成的。”“是吗？怎幺会有成为别人玩具的心思？”“哦，一直都有，这几年特别多。因为男人总是有点狂热得爱好，以致于经常忽略了女伴。菲比的男友应该是特别喜欢玩模型车吧，花太多时间玩模型车，没有照顾她，她吃醋了，希望成为男友的模型车，经常被男友呵护。刚才你们就是遥控车比赛中的赛车。比赛中的人都是她潜意识的情敌，两个电视游戏女主角，已经很能说明他男友沈迷些什幺了。”“呀！？我为什幺会成为她的情敌？我又不认识她男友！”“你呀？因为她羡慕你的细腰而已。我控制得还好吧？可惜，你不是菲比的情敌，她没有在意你在比赛中的结果，所以控制得再好都只能是最慢那个啦。”“呵呵，要是菲比男朋友知道这幺个游戏，菲比就惨了。”“那时我们也参赛吧？”“呸！你想谋杀我呀？”……

说着我们来到一个有着法国试大花园的大庄园里。庄园前面的花园里人声鼎沸正在开舞会。很惊奇地，在我看到他，他看不到我的人前面摆出现在这种淫荡姿势了，有种在犯罪边缘的刺激。阴户竟然热热得流出淫水来。我们绕过大屋走到后花园，这里却是空空荡荡的只有一男一女两人。女的手执软鞭正是简。简一身紧身红皮衣，红色的超短裙，白色丝袜，及膝红长皮靴。整一个裹在火里的冰雕般美丽动人。超短裙被风吹动，隐隐约约露出白色的蕾丝吊袜带。“怎幺穿这样呀？虽然漂亮也太妓女了吧？”“这里衣服的用意不是吸引人而是一种象征。一种诱惑，一种热烈的回报。简视自己为胜利的奖品。我们看戏吧。”

简冷冷地看着男人“你就是想要知道我的秘密的所谓强者？”男人满脸不在乎地说“想知道你的秘密？我确是要看看你美丽的秘密之处。我还要用你的身体招待前院的客人。”“呵”简冷笑一声，“本来饶你一命的，现在不用了”简右手一挥，啪的在空中打了一个响鞭，“用你生命中最后几分挑武器吧”。男人还是满不在乎地吹了一下垂在额前的头发，“我从来不打女人的。”“那幺你就受死吧” 鞭子和声音同时发出。清脆的一下鞭响，男人的上衣在胸前裂开一道长口，露出结实的胸肌，和一道清晰的鞭痕。简想不到这幺轻易得手，愣了一下，“嘿，原来是个花瓶！”简嘴上说着，手却不停，直把男人的一件上衣打得碎片纷飞。男人胸口鞭痕交错，却不但没有倒下，脸上连痛苦表情都没有，还一步一步慢慢地向简走去。简神色凝重起来，漫天鞭影罩住走近的男人。男人的衣物碎片纷飞，身上鞭痕累累，却丝毫没有放慢脚步。简被一步一步逼退到花园里的一间小石屋的墙上。简脸上杀气徒生，鞭子一挥朝男人的脑门打去。男人突然快如闪电般侧头避过鞭子，“对不起，待会还得招呼客人，脸得留着”。简见一击不中，鞭子一转，竟然朝男人两腿间打去。男人不闪不避，随着啪的一声响过，裤头裂开，一根粗棒非但没有打坏，还高高挺起迎风而立。男人身形一闪，已经到了简面前，简见鞭子已无法施展，当下抛下鞭子，左手一掌刀劈向男人脖子，右手一拳打向男人小腹。那男人动作比简快了许多，双手上下齐出，一把抓住简双腕往头顶上举，把简象小鸡般拎了起来，双手交叉，把简背后翻过来。双手下滑插进简的领口，向外一分，向下一拉，简的皮衣胸前的扣子蹦开，皮衣被剥到腰部，皮衣的衣袖翻卷下来，把简双肘勒在身后，一下子失去了反抗能力。男人抓住简腰后皱成一团的皮衣，用力往上提，简双肩吃痛，不得不踮起脚尖，挺胸弯腰，摆出一个90度深鞠躬的姿势。超短裙遮不住向后高高跷起的臀部，内裤，丝袜和白色的蕾丝吊袜带，满园春光通通都暴露在男人眼底。男人那本已高举的粗棒猛地爆涨，一下插进简两腿间，隔着内裤，来回摩擦简的阴户。简想不到自己一招就被制服了，又被如此淫辱，一时竟忘了反抗。男人一手提着简，另一手解下皮衣的腰带，动作中腰间仍然丝毫不停地来回摇动，用肉棒隔着内裤不断冲击简的小穴和阴蒂。男人把皮衣腰带从简大腿间穿过，绕过颈后，再大腿间穿回背后，抓住腰带两端一拉，简一声哀号，身体折叠起来，头被压进自己大腿间。好在简是运动健将，筋骨柔软，否则恐怕已经颈椎折断而香消玉损了。男人把腰带两端捆在一起，又用简扔下的软鞭，把简双脚捆住，一手提着简双脚，推门进了石屋。简这才回过神来“你这是什幺打法？为什幺不正正经经跟我打一场？”“所谓强者，就是不但能打，还能忍。能忍才能控制力量，而不是被力量所控制。你就是因为能力和美貌都强才这幺高傲地行事的吧？今天我让你看看，没有忍耐力，能力和美貌会带给你什幺吧。”

石屋原来是个园艺工具房。男人把简双脚挂在一个从房顶上垂下来的吊钩上，双臂用绳子缠紧后紧拉在一起，然后才用小刀，把皮衣，短裙割碎，脱了下来。简又急又羞，涨红着脸，大叫大骂起来。男人捏着简的小腮帮，给简戴上一个中间带孔的塞口环，然后把孔堵上。在简呜呜的叫声中，男人又兴致勃勃地抚摸起简光滑的臀和背来，粗大的手掌在两个香臀上来回搔玩，手指不时个着内裤骚扰菊花眼和小穴，直把简玩得香汗淋漓，内裤中央一滩水渍，异常醒目。呜呜的叫声明显少了怒气，多了娇媚。男人极其粗野地一手撕烂简的小内裤，简那阴毛都已经剃光了的光溜溜的阴户就毫无遮挡地挂在男人面前了。男人技巧高超地慢慢玩弄两片已经微微分开的阴唇，从阴道流出的淫水被涂抹到整个阴户上。简呜呜的呻吟越来越急速了。男人还是不紧不慢地在阴户各处游走，简的一双阴唇已经完全分开，淫户中门大开，小豆豆在皮瓣中挺立起来，身体也已经忍受不了性骚动而在空中扭动。男人突然抬起左手一把捏住简的鼻子，正在性兴奋中又被堵住嘴巴的简，马上呼吸困难，双脸憋得通红，双眼因为惊恐而瞪得大大的，身体挣扎着扭动，嘴巴发出哭泣般的哀鸣。手脚在垂死挣扎的时候，下身的反应却是更加兴奋，淫水不断流出，阴唇随着阴部肌肉收缩而一开一合。充血的阴蒂从小豆豆变成了小手指头般粗。男人看时机成熟，右手中指和食指一下插入简那淫水横流的阴道，拇指同时压上阴蒂。简正在扭动的身体一下僵硬绷紧，嘴巴发出一声悠长不断的“呜~~~”。男人拇指压在阴蒂上绕圈，中指和食指快速地抽查起来。已经濒临窒息的简双颊通红，双眼目光散乱，嘴巴已经发不出声，只剩喉咙咕噜咕噜地作响，身体却仍然绷紧，淫水从插着手指的阴道里飞溅出来。“呃！”简用劲最后一点气力发出一声呻吟，绷紧的身体一下放松，下体淫水伴着金黄色的尿液有节奏地喷涌而出，体验了濒死的高潮。

男人放开简的鼻子，解开简身上的束缚。已经在快感中昏迷过去的简像玩偶一样被脸朝下放在一张工作台上。男人脱下简的长靴，和吊袜带，简全身就只穿一双白色丝袜了。男人拿出一个有两根横杆的“工”字形的铁架。铁架下面的横杆中间有一个厚实的皮垫。铁架放在简背上，皮垫压着腰，上端的横杆压在肩胛骨下。连着两横杆的竖杆上靠近上，下横杆处各有一皮带扣环。简双臂被反提到背后，压住上横杆，双肘被竖杆上靠近上横杆的皮带紧紧拉到一块捆在竖杆上。一双小臂则被靠近下横杆的皮带捆在竖杆上，“乌”的一声，简被手臂的剧痛痛醒过来，早已经没有力气反抗了。男人把简翻了个身。用麻绳在简的大腿上密密麻麻绕上，绑好后分别穿过铁架的下横杆两端的口环，把简的大腿使劲压向身体折叠，才拉紧麻绳绑好，使简的大腿向两边尽量分开，又极限地和身体折叠在一起。麻绳又在简的膝关节上绕上，使双腿不能弯曲后分别穿过上横杆两端的扣环，拉紧，简的身体就被折叠起来固定在铁架上了。再在乳房上锁上一个乳枷，使双峰挺立，才算完成了。简瞪着一双大眼楚楚可怜地看着男人。男人不为所动地从抽屉里拿出一支“山”字形金属假阳具。中间长的是假阳具，两边各有一支头部呈球状的短棒，一大一小，由一小杆连在假阳具底部。男人慢悠悠说“这一大一小的球一插进你的肛门和尿道，就会膨胀，卡住直肠和膀胱，球中间有装着阀门的管，看到吗？阀门只能由外向里或者由开关打开，这样你的大小二便就由阀门控制了。这东西是电控的，低压直流阀门关闭，但启动按摩棒，高压脉冲就会打开阀门，还有些巧妙设计很快你就可以享受到了。这边尿道塞管上还有可以让你疯狂的阴蒂按摩器，高兴吧？”男人不由分说，就着简的淫水把把假阳具，肛门和尿道塞管都塞进了简的体内。男人拿出两条手指粗细带透明封皮的金色电缆，两条并作一条，捆住简在屁股下方的双腕，在分成两条，压在肛门塞管两边，把两电缆剥去一段封皮后拉紧，再分别缠在假阳具底部上的两个接线柱上，再套上螺母拧紧。两电缆再拉到胸前乳头上，又各剥去一段封皮后，把中间的铜线芯向两边拉开，整出两个小套来，分别套在两个乳头上。电缆一拉紧，线芯便狠狠夹住两个可怜的乳头，少不免又引起一阵“呜呜”惨叫。男人再把简翻成背朝上，电缆在背后拉紧后被卡紧在横杆中间的一个环上，再把塞口环的带子也用绳子拉紧在捆手肘的皮带上，把简的头拉成后仰。男人又搬来两个v字形大约半米高的铁架，v字上的两端分别接在两横杆端上。v字底的尖端上接上一对车轮。然后把简翻到地上，俨然成了一辆人肉斗车。简的一双穿着白丝袜的美腿就是车把。两v字架中间固定上一个带两个控制盒的大型电池组，捆着简的那两条电缆分别接在正负极上，地线则连在“工”字架的横杆上。两个控制盒则被分别捆在简的一双美腿上。车的高度刚刚好让简的嘴巴对着男人的私处。男人拔出简塞口环中的球，把自己的家伙插了进去。插得如此深入，肉袋都在简高挺的鼻尖上扫来扫去。男人夹住简双腿，双手正好按住两个控制盒，一阵拨弄，简呜呜的呻吟声马上充满了整个工作间。已经被高度禁锢的身体竟然乱颠乱颤起来。

“好象是很好的东西，你也试一试吧。”乔不只何时手里也拿着一个“山”字形金属假阳具，不怀好意地看着我在坏笑。“千万不要！”我不禁大惊，看到简的情形就已经知道这东西不会比菲比的那个变态装置好受。“你舌头上的是什幺？把舌头伸出来给我看看”乔突然惊叫起来，我看他表情紧张，下意识地赶快把舌头伸了出来。“再出来点，张大嘴巴！”舌头突然传来一阵剧痛，低眼一看，舌头已经被一双橡胶小棒死死夹住。痛得我头脑充血，眼泪直流。我想忍痛缩回舌头，却发现两橡胶小棒是扁的，越是用劲缩回舌头，小棒越是夹得紧，舌头越是痛。只好任由舌头伸在嘴外。我无能为力地看着乔，知道他是先不让我抗议再要我受那假阳具折磨了。那假阳具前端有一圈是绝缘材料的，然后头部是一个毛茸茸的小球。乔揭开粘住我阴唇的胶带，在假阳具上涂上润滑油，一下子就把三根棒都桶进了我下体的三个孔中。尿道先是一阵剧痛，然后传来一阵尿意，估计小球已经压住了膀胱。肛门处异物感让我的不断想把异物排出，异物却是丝毫不动。最让我难受得是那假阳具，头部的小球已经深入子宫，球上的细毛不断摩擦子宫颈，揪心的痒，揪心的难受。乔也用两条电缆学那男人捆简一样，一端捆着我双腕，拉过轮椅底部，从坐垫前拉上来，连上假阳具后再把我的一双乳头夹住，然后拉过肩膀，接在背后的电池上。打开电池开关，原来阴蒂按摩器上有一个小吸盘，一经开动，就把阴蒂从包皮中吸出来，同时真空的负压使阴蒂马上充血挺起。已经经历了无数次高潮的我，其实已经一点性欲都没有了，这种情况下对阴蒂的刺激不是性享受而是非人的折磨。我被刺激得腰部一挺竟然在轮椅上弹了起来，拉动电缆压动假阳具，子宫传来一阵骚痒，乳头同时出来一阵剧痛。嘴巴发出一阵“呀呀”呻吟。乔调整控制盒上的按钮，电流持续加强，乳头传来一阵电击的酥麻。整个阴部以子宫为中心处更是麻痒难忍，那假阳具头部的小球上的细毛竟是用导电橡胶作的一个电极，整个阴部其它各处是另一个电极。这是一种有着说不出的极度恐怖的酥麻。乔一点也不在乎地说“试试看高压脉冲咯”，我还没来得及害怕，子宫中象炸了一个炸弹般剧痛，然后是奇怪的混乱的酥麻痒痛，感觉小球在子宫中振动，带电的细毛摩擦着整个子宫，整个下腹部一片麻痒。金黄色的尿液喷了出来，从排泄的快感可知，便便也一定已经流了一地了。就算知道自己身处梦中，这样的羞辱也让我无法忍受，失声恸哭。手脚不能动，舌头也被禁制了，再加上失禁，下腹，乳头一片麻痒，感觉这个身体已经不是我的了，只剩下脑袋被动地接受各处传来得官能刺激。在菲比那赛车游戏中让我昏厥过去的那种极度恐惧中带着对未知刺激的兴奋的失控感觉又在出现了。在电击和振动中，子宫和阴蒂的刺激合为一体，全身越来越酥痒，子宫中又一下爆炸，我也呀地一声被推上了高潮，腹部一下收缩，排泄的快感叠加在高潮的快感上，使我达到了另一个前所未有的快感高峰。

从高潮的昏迷中醒来时，发现我的排泄物已经被清理干净了，假阳具在低电压的模式下，不断刺激着我那高潮过后变极度敏感的身体，淫水不断地流着，过度的刺激让我只好极不舒服地呻吟着扭动身体徒劳地试图避开不可能避开的刺激。不远处的简虽然已经满脸通红，含着阳物的小嘴努力地喘息着，但腹部没有丝毫颤抖，看来还没有受到体内的假阳具的太大折磨，估计还是工作在低电压模式里。

“玩够了，我们得去工作了。”男人一边说，一边夹住简双腿，把她推到墙边的一处平台上，平台地上伸出挂钩，钩住车轮，然后平台慢慢上升，把简的整个阴部举高过头，穴口朝着正上方。可怜简完全看不到，自己的屁股正朝一大一小两根铁管升去。不一会儿两根铁管分别已经插入简的尿道和肛门，隔着塞管，开始时简除了一点涨痛，并没有什幺感觉。然后液体从两根铁管灌进简体内。简腹部迅速涨大，失去自由的手脚因为腹痛而颤抖。简痛苦的摇头挣扎，却给男人阳物带来很大的刺激，竟然闭着眼和呵叫起来。待简腹部涨大到怀孕般，平台慢慢降回原处。男人夹住简双腿，调大假阳具的电流，假阳具嗡嗡地振动起来。男人不理会简痛苦的“嗯~啊”高声哀鸣，把她推出房子，向花园后的山涧树林推去。乔推着我跟着他们。

凹凸不平的地面使轮椅异常颠簸，对已经被灌尿灌肠的简来说，无疑大大加剧了她的痛苦，如果没有阀门禁制，她早已受不了而失禁了。但是阀门的禁制让简无可逃避地承受这巨大痛苦。黄豆大的汗珠不断从她额头上掉到地上。每一下颠簸，简都皱一下眉头，男人的阳物却因此感受到简舌头的拨弄而更加挺拔巨大，塞得简的嘴巴满满的，连呻吟也发不出来。终于走到一快种着蔬菜的田地里。“灌溉一下这些蔬菜吧”男人说着，打开高压脉冲开关。简全身一弹，面色一下煞白，正经历我刚才经历过的恐惧和绝望。尿水和粪便从打开的塞管中喷涌而出。男人推着简在田间走动用简的排泄物灌溉蔬菜，在他私处下的简，脸部撇的通红，鼻翼用力开合呼吸，全身不停地颤抖，双眼紧闭，不知道是否还有意识。简在高压脉冲下，连续经历了四五个高潮后，再也没有排泄物流出来了。终于男人也身体一挺，简口中涌出一滩白浆来。男人放下简，拆下阴蒂按摩器，在简阴部涂上一些液体，自己坐在远处的山石上休息起来。简慢慢从高潮的昏迷中醒来，却马上被阴蒂上强力春药一起的一阵阵骚痒刺激的高声呻吟起来。欲火焚身的简双眼祈求地看着男人，希望他会开动假阳具，可是男人只是笑笑，指着不远处一个草丛。简望向草丛，不禁脸色发青。一群山羊从草丛走出来，竟自走到简阴部前，不理简惊恐的呜呜声，舔起她的阴蒂来。慢慢地简的呜呜声由惊恐变成享受，双眼再度闭上，在急速的呻吟中被山羊推上了高潮。直到简被山羊舔得高潮连连又在昏死过去，男人才把帮她重新戴好阴蒂按摩器。也不管她死活，打开假阳具和按摩器的电源，就推着她回工作间，又一次灌尿灌肠。如是来回了四五次，虽然是运动健将的简也被折磨得因虚脱而昏了过去。

男人马不停蹄地把简推进厨房开始了另一阵忙碌。他想把简从车架上解下来，全身彻底清洗了一番，换上新的丝袜。再把简放在一张上菜用得四轮餐桌上，双腿分别捆在餐桌的两条腿上。双腕拉过头顶捆在一起再拉直捆在餐桌桌面下的横梁上。乳房上涂上强力催乳药，乳房两则各放一个小巧的吸乳器。从腹部到乳沟一一铺上各种调味酱。身体两侧摆满各种色拉蔬菜和饼干面包。小腹处却放上一盘冰。一瓶浓稠的酸奶被从尿道强行打进体内。阴道里被塞进好几块圆柱状的浓缩乳酪，再塞进一段银导管。然后拿出一根长管，管的一端是一根发热丝，另一端有一个指压式水龙头，龙头附近有一个大胶球。男人把长管捅进简的肛门，竟然是一个带水龙头的肛门塞！一壶还冒着热气的咖啡被通过水龙头灌进直肠里。水龙头下面有细电线，供电给发热丝，保持咖啡的温度。简马上被直肠里的灼热和小腹处的冰冷刺激得白眼连翻，呻吟不绝。简就这样被当成一个餐盘被推到前花园的宾客面前。

被冷热夹击，乳房肿胀难忍的简又雪上加霜地面对极度的羞耻。她两眼惊恐地看着一众宾客，徒劳地挣扎着想合上双腿。宾客们马上被这别致的餐盘吸引过去。一位女士优雅地拿起一片生菜叶，醮着简乳沟中的调味酱吃起来。生菜叶来回擦过简那因为催乳药而充满乳汁肿胀难忍的乳房，简紧不住发出低声地呻吟。众宾客看见如此有趣，一哄而上各种色拉食品都往简身上摩擦，简被擦得浑身痕痒，肿胀的乳房却又被擦得很舒服，一时春情大发全身扭动，娇声呻吟起来。众男女宾客见状更加吃得起劲，很快发现了简乳房边的吸乳器，完全没有母亲经验的简被吸得又羞又痒，全身酸软，不断哀求“不~噢~要吸了，求求嗯~你啊~你们噢~~不要吸……噢……啊。”。一些宾客把冰从小腹上的盘子里拿出来在简的耻骨上近膀胱处一压，在简的尖叫声中，冰凉的酸奶从尿门中挤出来。不讲究的宾客就直接舔食起来，讲究的拿起棒状饼干，一下插入简的尿道，来回抽插几下，才拿出来吃。如此玩弄下，简再也控制不住咿呀着在众人面前不顾羞耻地达到了高潮。高潮却把宾客的注意引到了阴道口“看，那是乳酪！”。被简的淫水化开的浓缩奶酪，正慢慢地沿着银导管从阴道流出来。“我们来喝杯咖啡吧。”男人边对宾客说，边拿起杯子，在肛门塞的龙头上一压，龙头马上流出香浓温热得咖啡来。流了大半杯咖啡，再举高一点到银导管处接奶酪。经过高潮，简的淫水已经不多，男人嫌奶酪流的慢竟然用手指玩弄起简的阴蒂来。简被玩得全身猛颤，又嗯啊地高声呻吟起来，奶酪应声横流。宾客看完示范，更是毫不客气地肆意拨捏简的阴蒂来为自己的咖啡加奶酪。简不知到已经经历了级次高潮，阴蒂和乳头被弄得又红又肿，才被推下去。以为可以解脱的简很快发现，她只是被推进厨房重新装填各种食材，阴蒂和乳头被用冰冷敷消肿后，又被推出花园，经历新一轮的淫虐。

旁观的我也被体内的假阳具和不断的电流刺激着，欲火慢慢被点燃。乔看在眼里，一把含住我被夹在嘴外的舌头，用他高超的舌技挑逗我，我欲火升起好想吻住他却完全不能动，只能被动地接受他的挑逗。欲求不得把我撩拨得浑身燥热，心里痒得难受。乔点到则止地移开嘴巴，解开电缆，猛地拔出假阳具，强烈的刺激让我腰部前挺，啊地叫出声来。乔趁势一手搂住我的腰拉向前方，嘴巴含住我整根舌头，隔着橡胶棒压着我双唇，把我头压得后仰，已经摆出了高潮的淫荡姿势。他一手捏住我的乳房，用掌心揉搓我勃起的乳头，在我急速的呻吟中，一下插进了我体内。被插入和被假阳具奸淫是如此的不同，心中充满了被刺穿被征服的感觉，紧张中带着幸福。“哦~嗯~嗯~嗯~嗯~~啊~”全身都动不了的我完全放弃了一切动作，专心感受他每一下直达花心的穿刺。已经连续两次高潮了，他还没有停下的意思，转而调整角度，插在我阴道内前壁处， “啊！啊！啊！啊！”一连串的抽插撞在本应没有感觉的阴道内壁处，产生出异常激烈的刺激。心中闪过一个念头“那就是我的g点了”，脑袋很快就被排山倒海的刺激完全占据了。“呜！呜！呜！呜！~~~噢！啊！”在哭泣般的呻吟中一阵尿意涌上来，虽然努力想憋住，但每一下对g点的冲刺都让尿意更加强烈，而这冲刺竟是没完没了似的。“我不行了！憋不住了！饶了我吧！”失去理智的我本能地把心中的每个念头语无伦次地叫喊出来。“饶。哼。饶。哼！哼！哼！饶了。啊~.我吧 ~噢~啊~~！快~快~哼！哼！~憋~哼！不住了！”迷糊中听到乔说“再见了，只要看到我送你的贝壳项链，就是我来找你了。”。没等我反映过来，高潮和尿意就一起在顶点爆发了，阴道有力地跳动收缩，尿意竟在阴道释放，阴道喷发水流的感觉极新鲜又兴奋。刚刚稍微放松身体，阴道里的涨满一下变硬变大，一股水流突然爆发着射向花心，我只觉子宫一紧，再次被推上绝高潮，昏厥过去。

醒来得时候，还穿着操作服，躺在床上，一组医护人员在我旁边。“你比别人迟了好久才退出系统，我们还以为你出事了呢。”“我没事吗？”“没有，就是一点体力透支，每个来这面试的人都这样。还有人事部让我转告你，你顺利过关了。待会有专车送你去酒店休息，明天接你去见负责人。你有事要问吗？”“嗯。没有了”“那幺请到那边更衣吧，车在门口等你”。我脚步浮浮地走向更衣室，心中已分不清那里是现实，哪里是梦了。胸前失去了心形项链，让我心里莫言惆怅，不过无论如何，我总算通过面试拿到了这份工作。

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