Self-bondage - Midnight naked walk

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I'm a very special girl. I've had a very strong sex drive since I was thirteen or fourteen, but my family was very strict,
so I satisfied it through self-harm. At first, I would expose myself and masturbate when no one was home.
Later, I learned a lot of things online, which progressed to SM and enemas. If I wasn't afraid of breaking my hymen, I
would have used a vibrator.

Sometimes when there were people at home, I would go to their places during lunch breaks and at night to have sex with them. Several times I almost got
caught , but the more dangerous it was, the stronger the orgasm. Every time afterward, I would tell myself that this was the last time, but after
a few days I couldn't control myself.

The most dangerous time was a Sunday. My parents were working overtime and said they wouldn't be home for lunch, so I made sure I was
well-rested in the morning, ready to have some fun and try something new. After finishing my homework and having lunch, I rested
for a bit , then took off all my clothes and put myself in a turtle shell bondage.

I tightened my waist, the ropes digging deep into my skin, and the two ropes on my bun made it stand
out. I then inserted a sausage into my anus (I finally managed to restrain myself from stuffing sausages into my vagina
; I still care about my "virginity"!), and tightened the ropes from front to back—
oh, it felt both uncomfortable and pleasurable in my anus and vagina!

I put on a pair of 13-centimeter-high stilettos—
the kind of high heels I saw on the internet worn by Western SM actresses, which I had gone to great lengths to buy—now I was completely
naked wearing such sexy high heels, with ropes tightly wrapped around my body, standing prettily in
front of the dressing mirror in the living room.

I admired my pretty face and curvaceous figure—the ropes made my waist appear even
slimmer and my breasts even more prominent… Ah, my inner chambers were already burning! But that wasn't enough. Following my plan, I wrapped
the ropes from my thighs, knees, calves, ankles… all the way down, then
tied another rope around my wrists, biting the rope with my teeth and pulling it tight.

Next came the most difficult step: I sat on the ground, leaned forward, and tried to slip my hands, bound to my wrists, from
in front of my feet to behind my back. Getting past my knees was easy, but at my ankles, I couldn't move.
I had tied my wrists too tightly; there wasn't enough space.

I simply knelt on the ground, curled my body into a ball, and desperately pulled my hands, bound to my ankles, backward…
to the insteps… to my toes… Ah, I was stuck there, stuck in the middle, unable to move!
My chest was pounding, making it hard to breathe; the rope binding my wrists felt like it was digging into my flesh…

But I was already beyond stopping. I took a deep breath, desperately tightened my body, and pressed my forehead and knees
to the ground, pointed my toes, and tucked my calves tightly against my buttocks. With a sudden burst of strength, my bound hands swept past
my toes and flipped behind my back! The pre-made loops on my wrists were perfectly placed around my ankles!

I was so exhausted that I was half-kneeling and half-lying on the floor, panting heavily. That "difficult move" had left my back and arms aching, and I
was drenched in sweat. Luckily, I was on the school's art and sports team, so I was flexible enough; otherwise, I could never
have accomplished such a "masterpiece."

I tried to straighten my body—ah, so tight! The ropes seemed to have tightened even more, and my wrists and
ankles felt like they were about to snap. My shoulders and hips were also incredibly sore and numb.
I tried to move my hands and feet, but they felt like they were glued together.

Suddenly, a serious problem occurred to me: It's already so difficult for me to bind myself like this, what will I do when I need to
untie myself? Wouldn't that be several times harder? But whatever, there's still plenty of time,
there'll always be a way. Besides, I can't worry about that now, because the surging passion within me has made
me oblivious to everything else.

I turned my head to look at myself in the mirror—my hands were tied behind my back and my feet were bound together, forming a "four-horse
-backed" position. My white body, tightly bound by ropes, was bent backward like a bow, my breasts appeared high and firm,
my beautiful face was helplessly tilted back because my hands and feet were pulled together, my long black hair hung down in disarray, my eyebrows were slightly furrowed, and
my cherry lips were slightly parted… Ah, what a beautiful woman in distress! At this moment, I am the most beautiful, most moving, and most
charming woman in the world! A surge of excitement washed over me…

My heart pounded, my breathing became heavy, and I mimicked the movements of those Western SM actresses online,
gripping the stiletto heels of my high heels with my fingers, thrusting my body forward to tighten the ropes and
accentuate . Simultaneously, I gently bent and stretched, feeling the friction of the ropes binding my anus and clitoris, and
the pleasure of the sausage inside me moving in and out… I had a premonition that this would be an unprecedentedly intense and perfect
climax!

Suddenly, the doorbell rang. My nerves tightened, but I only paused briefly before continuing my movements,
unwilling to give up, because the climax was almost here, and this wasn't the first time; guests would assume no one
had left if no one answered.

But then I heard the sound of keys being fumbled in the lock! I was terrified: it was either my parents!
If they saw me like this… Oh my god, I didn't even want to think about the consequences! Untying the ropes all at once
was impossible; I couldn't even stand up. I could only frantically twist my knees and
incline inwards towards my bedroom—oh my god, why did I tighten myself up so much?

My bound knees felt like they were fused together; each step barely moved an inch! Luckily,
both my front door and bedroom door had multiple locks, and the lock on the bedroom door wasn't very good, taking some
effort , but even so, it would only take a few minutes! Just then, I heard men's voices—it was
my father and another man!

Tears welled up in my eyes: Why was I so unlucky today? Did I have to let other men see me make
such a fool of myself and embarrass me like this?! I used every ounce of strength I had, thrusting my body with all my might,
but even that didn't make me much faster, and with each thrust, my anus and clitoris were intensely stimulated
… Oh my god, I couldn't hold back anymore!

The keys outside were jingling loudly. I heard the security door open. Oh my god, faster, faster
! In my haste, I lost my balance and fell face-first to the ground! I had no
way and no time, to get up again. I was frantic, like a startled snake desperately trying to escape! Like
a maggot wriggling on the ground without hands or feet!

Or to put it more vividly, I was like a snail wriggling along the ground,
my hands and feet, tied behind my back and raised high, were like my shell. I could only
inch forward by wriggling and twisting my lower abdomen and chest!

Because the rope connected my hands and feet, the tighter it was, the more I wanted to go faster, and the more intense the stimulation became.
The worst part was that when I rubbed my chest against the ground, I was actually rubbing my breasts! I had just
tied my breasts so high and so erect with the rope, and my nipples, red and hard from the impending climax,
were now sticking out and rubbing against the ground, bearing my entire weight... This bittersweet feeling was
suffocating ! I couldn't take it anymore! I felt waves of heat rising in my groin, and streams of
liquid gushing out from my secret place!

The door creaked open, and I had just "burrowed" into my room, using my head to push the door shut!
My father and his driver came in, seemingly having come back to get something. They called out to me as they searched, asking
if I'd eaten lunch and done my homework. I tried to suppress my panting and answered casually, all the while
thinking about how to explain myself if my father caught me: I could say I'd been robbed—but nothing was missing
, the door was securely locked, and besides, how could I explain my flushed, aroused state?

Just then, my father, having found the things, came towards me, asking, "Xiaoxuan, what's that
water stain ? What did you put on the floor?" Oh my god, it was my semen! I'd ejaculated all over the floor! I
heard my father's footsteps at the door, his hand already turning the doorknob! I was incredibly tense,
almost fainting, and then, at the same time, another climax struck!

Just then, my father's driver shouted, "Manager, we're running out of time, hurry up!" My father stopped and
asked at the door, "Xiaoxuan, are you alright?" I quickly replied, "I'm fine, just... just a little sleepy."
I heard my father's footsteps heading towards the door, and then, with two loud bangs, the bedroom door and the security door slammed shut.
Thank , I finally escaped this ordeal! I couldn't hold on any longer; my heart relaxed, my body
went limp, and I drifted off into a daze, not knowing anything...

When I regained consciousness, I didn't know where I was. I just felt a burning, numb, and painful sensation
all over and my body felt like it was enchanted and wrapped in stone, unable to move at all!
It took me a while to remember what had happened today—I almost embarrassed myself on the spot! Thinking about
this , my heart clenched tightly, but amidst the waves of lingering fear, there was also an irrepressible sense of smug satisfaction:
how well I had bound myself up today! And then there was the scene of Little Buns splashing everywhere while mopping the floor…

and I actually fell asleep in that “four-horse-hoofed” position (actually, I should have been scared
unconscious). Thinking about this, my body started to heat up again… I suddenly realized that it was already dark.
I looked up at the clock on the wall and it was already past six o'clock! I was startled and fully awake. I had to quickly
untie the restraints, otherwise, I wouldn't be able to escape when my parents came back.

I began my “journey of suffering” again, crawling into
the living room like a maggot, chest and belly on the ground. Perhaps it was because my earlier experience had exhausted my strength, perhaps it was because my hands and feet
were so tightly bound that I was almost numb, or perhaps it was because there was no immediate danger, but at this moment I was
completely limp and couldn't muster any strength. I was covered in sweat and could only crawl a few inches before I had to stop and catch my breath.

What made me utterly ashamed was that even in this state of exhaustion, my sexual desire was still so
strong . In that short "journey" of less than ten meters, I ejaculated again and again,
soaking the floor... How could I be so lewd?! I finally managed
to sneak , knocked over the coffee table with my head, causing the fruit knife on it to fall to the ground, and then, with
tremendous effort, turned sideways, grabbed the fruit knife, and cut the rope...

After that, I behaved myself for a while. Even when I did self-bondage or SM, I didn't dare go to such extremes again.
But what goes around comes around. Finally, shortly after I finished my college entrance exams,
a and even called to harass me, saying this and that.

Especially the first time I received a phone call. I was masturbating in the living room, bound to my own body, when the phone rang. I knelt
on the floor and shuffled towards it with my knees. Since my hands were tied behind my back, I used my chin to press the speakerphone button.
It felt so good to answer the phone like that. I had answered the phone like that before, mostly for my father.

No matter who it was, I would answer in a sickeningly sweet voice, imagining myself as a beautiful but tragically fated
female slave, kneeling on the floor receiving my master's orders and discipline... Sometimes, just answering a phone call like that would make
me come.

But this time, the voice on the phone made my scalp tingle: "Little sister, your skin is so white, and you have a nice figure
." I immediately knew someone was spying on me, and I instinctively turned my head to look at the building across the street from the window. Although I always kept the curtains open when I did
self-bondage and SM, and imagined several thugs spying on me, just thinking about it
would make me even more excited. But I never thought this would actually happen.

I live in a high-rise building, more than ten stories high. Although there are several other high-rise buildings around, what are the chances that
someone would see me? So I let my guard down, but I never expected this to actually happen!

"Little sister, no need to look, you can't see me. I can see you clearly, I
bought you a high-powered telescope. Tsk tsk, your skin is really white, tsk tsk tsk, and your breasts are quite big... Hey, you little
slut, kneel down in front of the window and let me have a good look!"

I was both ashamed and anxious, and tears were streaming down my face. This shameless guy actually called me a "little slut" and told me to kneel down
in front of the window and let him "admire" me! I didn't even bother to turn off the phone and quickly twisted my body and shuffled towards my
bedroom.

The phone rang again: "You little slut, you still dare to run away? Do you believe I've already taken pictures of you?
If you don't listen to me today, I'll enlarge the photos and post them in your building's hallway right now! Do you believe me?!
Kneel down in front of the window right now so I can have a look!"

I didn't know if this guy was serious or just bluffing, but I really didn't dare to take the risk, so I could
only sob and kneel down in front of the window.

"Hey, that's more like it... Wow, you little slut, you're really horny, even your little buns are standing up!"

I looked down, and my little buns were indeed red, hard, and perky, and my honeypot was starting to
get wet ... God, I'm so shameless! I begged the guy for mercy in a pitiful voice: "Big brother... Uncle, please spare
me, I... I'm kneeling here, will... will someone see me!"

"You little slut, you want to be a whore and also want to have your cake and eat it too, don't you?
What ? Kneel properly for me, stick your tits out! Damn it, if you piss me off, I'll go and call seventy or
eighty people to come and admire your shameless slut appearance!"

I could only try my best to stick out my chest and perk up my tits, letting the guy "admire" me. At that moment, I was so
ashamed I wanted to die! I felt like there were people behind every window of that tall building across the street,
"admiring" me with high-powered binoculars! Oh my god, how am I supposed to face people after this? Tomorrow, the moment I step out of the house, everyone
will be pointing and whispering behind my back… Incredibly, while I'm terrified, I'm
also trembling with excitement, my body jerking as I ejaculate, my semen flowing down my thighs to the floor.
This sight makes the guy across the street burst into laughter…

After that, I was too scared to leave the house for days, pretending to be sick and staying home. But I
couldn't escape his harassment; he called several times a day. At first, he called me "little slut," but later he went on to call me
"bitch," "whore," and "loose woman." His demands on me escalated daily. At first, he just wanted me
to tie myself
up for him, but then it escalated to me squeezing my breasts and spreading my legs to show him my "cunt" (that's what he called it). Later, he even wanted me to go on a date with him, saying he wanted to "personally"
"fuck" me... Oh my god, at this rate, I was really going to become his sex slave!

Just then, my college entrance exam results came out, and I missed the cutoff score by a few points. Since I couldn't stay at home anyway
, I made a snap decision to run away to the south (my parents still don't understand why I insisted on leaving
them ). As for whether he would actually post my picture after I left, I could only leave it to fate.
(Later I learned that this didn't happen; I don't know if he took pity on me or if he simply
didn't have my picture).

After arriving in a southern city, I first worked in a factory and met Xiaoli. At first, we were just ordinary
friends. Later, one time we took a shower together, and I noticed faint rope marks on her body. People without such experiences
wouldn't notice them. I realized I had met someone like-minded, and we started dating. Xiaoli and I moved out of the dormitory and
rented a house nearby. Partly because it was cheaper, and partly because it was an old residential area, and the landlord
had moved to a newer area and only came to collect the rent quarterly. We didn't tell anyone the location of the house, so we could be carefree
the rest the time.

There was a garden in front, and behind it, separated by a wall, was a construction site. I heard it used to be a cemetery, but
construction stopped halfway through because they ran out of money. Without going into too much detail, several months have passed, and we've tried every trick in the book
. These past few days I've been working the night shift; there's not much work, I go at midnight and come back at 3 AM. The weather's starting to get
cooler, it's pitch black outside, and there's hardly anyone around. I had a new idea and told Xiaoli about it:

when I go to my night shift, I'll tie her up, put a coat on her, take her outside, then put her down and
take the coat away. She'll walk back naked and bound. Just thinking about waiting outside naked for three hours makes me
incredibly excited. Xiaoli absolutely refused, saying she'd only agree if I went first. Fine, anyway, it's her turn
to work the night shift next week.

Monday finally arrived, and we got ready. We left promptly at 11:30. Occasionally, one
or . Because it was dark, and I was wearing a coat, they couldn't see that I wasn't wearing anything underneath
and was tied up. Xiaoli rode her bike with me out of the neighborhood, heading towards the suburbs for about ten minutes. We even ran into
a colleague on the way, which terrified me so much I almost peed my pants. Luckily, he didn't notice. When we reached a secluded spot, Xiaoli
put me down and added a few more restraints. The already tight ropes were pulled even tighter—oh, so tight!
That damn Xiaoli, she's so ruthless.

At that moment, facing the dark and terrifying surroundings, the excitement I felt when we first left
had completely vanished. Actually, I wanted to turn back on the way there, but I was too embarrassed to say so.

Seeing Xiaoli get on her bike and leave, I could no longer care about saving face or pride. I hurriedly whispered, "Xiaoli... I
... I... maybe we should just forget about it, you should... you should take me back..."

Unexpectedly, that damned Xiaoli laughed, "Hahaha... my little princess, scared now? Too late
! Do you know what 'self-inflicted wounds' and 'reaping what you sow' mean? You'll enjoy yourself today!"

With that, she rode off without a second thought! I was left alone, too terrified to even breathe. It took me
a while to come to my senses. Realizing it was already too late, I had no choice but to grit my teeth and endure it.

My current restraints were basically a tight, elaborate binding. My arms were tied behind my back in a "butterfly
bondage," and the noose around my neck was attached to my wrists behind my back, forcing my head to be held high. Two more
ropes were tightly bound to my anus and back door. A plastic glue bottle, which I bought from a store, was inserted into my anus.
I thought it looked like that thing the moment I saw it, and I thought the seller was really clever with their design; they probably even considered its purpose.

I was completely naked except for these ropes, wearing only a pair of high-heeled shoes.
The ropes were wrapped up to my knees, forcing me to take tiny, shuffling steps, especially in those high heels!

I carefully and cautiously moved forward, almost falling several times. Good heavens,
how long would this take? I shuffled to the side of the road, the main road leading to the city. It
was wide, with a raised median strip. It was completely dark now, and
the road was brightly lit by the dim streetlights.

It was quiet and deserted. My courage slowly grew. I suddenly had a urge to
cross the road! I almost couldn't resist the urge to be naked and bound, exposed on the bright road! At this point
, one or two cars would pass by on the highway every now and then, which made me even more eager to experience the thrill of
risking ! I thought that as long as I seized the opportunity and acted quickly enough, everything would be fine.

I listened quietly for a while, and when there was no sound in the distance, I walked towards the road. Because it was a bit uphill, it took
more effort and time than I expected. A car drove by, and I quickly tried to squat down, only to realize that with my bindings, I could only
kneel down , prostrating myself like I was kowtowing. It took me a while to stand up, and by then, I was already
getting wet down there. Crossing the middle lane for vehicles was the most nerve-wracking part. Although it was only twenty or thirty meters, it
felt longer than a long-distance run. I took small, quick steps backward,
the "clack-clack" of my high heels hitting the pavement particularly loud in the quiet night.

As I approached the safety barrier, I heard the sound of a car and quickened my pace. But when I got there,
I discovered a terrible problem: because of the bindings, I couldn't get onto the platform. My legs, bound up to my knees
, were impossible to step onto. It was too late to back out. I experienced
the feeling . With a heavy heart, I bent over and climbed onto the barrier first, then rolled to the side.
The ropes tightened from top to bottom, and I almost couldn't breathe. I was unable to move for a moment, just lying there on my back, cursing Xiaoli for binding me too tightly while hoping the car would pass quickly and not discover my white "thing" on
the barrier . 　　The car sped past, and I breathed a sigh of relief. I slowly adjusted myself and sat up, then rolled off the median strip again to walk towards the other side. Just as I reached the side, I heard the sound of a car, followed by a car with its headlights on, coming from the opposite direction. My legs went weak, and I tumbled off the roadside. This was terrible! The friction between my body and the ground was both painful and exhilarating, and the tightening rope only intensified the excitement. 　　Just then, I heard a man's voice: "What's wrong, young lady?" I didn't know how to answer, so I pretended to faint. The man shone a flashlight on me, hesitated for a moment, then bent down, picked me up, and quickly walked to his car. He put me in the back seat, started the engine, and as soon as the car started moving, I recognized it as the same car . He must have seen me and was coming back from the front. 　　I couldn't help but feel scared. Fortunately, the car stopped again soon after. He took a towel and started wiping my body . I was both ashamed and anxious, and I didn't dare to open my eyes to look at him. I tried to move my body frantically, but it didn't work. Instead, it only increased my allure. His towel moved over my sensitive areas, and when it touched my private parts, he couldn't help but laugh and say, "You've already come once, haha!" 　　I had no choice but to open my eyes and say, "Don't touch me. Take me home, please." 　　"Okay, but tell me what happened first." 　　I told him the story I had just prepared, saying that I owed someone money and couldn't pay it back, and that the other party wanted me to walk etc. I didn't dare say that I had encountered bad people, afraid that calling the police would make things worse. But he didn't seem to care. While listening to me, he untied the rope on my lips and started stroking them. Finally, he said it was okay, play with me for a while, and I would drive you home later. I quickly said no. But I knew it was pointless to say anything. He looked like he was almost forty years old. What good could it be 　　if he called me "brother" ? And who told me to "deliver myself" like this? "I reaped what I sowed " and Xiaoli was absolutely right. 　　I won't go into details about what happened next. He initially used a condom, afraid of catching some disease, but once he discovered I was still a virgin, he took it off. Especially after he entered me and discovered the secret of my anus, I was utterly ashamed and could only close my eyes and resign myself to fate. Moreover, he only untied the ropes on my legs completely ignoring the ropes on my upper body. 　　The feeling of having sex with a man for the first time can only be described as a mix of emotions. Finally, he ejaculated inside me , then got up and lit a cigarette. I could feel him admiring my body with satisfaction. Suddenly, he blew smoke into my face, making me cough and tear up. He picked me up, placed my legs between the front seats, and pressed my head between his legs. I knew what he was going to do. After struggling futilely for a while, I could only serve him with my mouth. He also used his toes to dig into my clitoris, rubbed my breasts with his legs, and pressed his hand against my anus. I reached another orgasm. 　　After that, he took me back to where we started. He got out of the car, carried me out, and then, after thinking for a moment, found a black cloth and covered me with it. I knew he was afraid I would see his license plate. I was both angry and anxious and wanted to scream. He looked at me, put me back in the car, took out a sausage, stuffed it into my mouth, tied it with a rope, and then mischievously into my private parts. Only then did he put me out of the car. 　　Hearing the car drive away, I felt a mix of hatred and fear. How was I going to get home? After this ordeal, all I wanted was to get home and take a hot shower. First, I needed to remove the blindfold. Relying on my memory, I groped my way to a tree . The person had removed the rope binding my legs to make it easier to penetrate me, so my steps were slightly larger, and my legs could spread apart, but it was still far from my normal walking ability. Since I couldn't bend my upper body, I could only use my legs to grip the tree trunk, rubbing the blindfold against my eyes by slightly bending and straightening them. After more than ten minutes, I had only managed to move the blindfold down a little. The back-and-forth movement caused the three cylindrical objects inside me to move constantly, and I was about to reach my limit. 　　Just then, another car drove up and stopped by the roadside. I heard someone say, "Almost home, can you relieve yourself now?" I vaguely saw two or three people get out of the car, followed by the sound of urination. I pressed myself tightly against the tree , hoping not to be seen. But then I heard someone exclaim "Huh?" and I knew something was wrong. Sure enough, several people surrounded me. One of them said, "Little sister, what's wrong? Let us help you." 　　I quickly nodded, thinking I'd met some kind people, but reality told me I was wrong again. They didn't untie my ropes before carrying me to the car. I was laid flat on the laps of three men, and my body was harassed all over. As the car moved, one of them took out his penis and rubbed it all over my body. After a while, the car stopped, and I was lifted off. By then, they had removed everything from my body, which made me feel a little relieved, but what happened next was something I would never forget. 　　I was first placed on a mound, and I couldn't help but think of the cemetery behind our house (I later learned that was it). They positioned me on my back, and they attacked me from both above and below. One entered my anus from below, another entered my vagina from above, one sandwiched his penis between my breasts, and another put it in my mouth. My body was pushed to its limit.

Soon after, they began to ejaculate one after another, busily switching positions. They then positioned me face down,
binding my hands and feet together with a rope and pulling me tight.

Only my abdomen was pressed against the grave mound, the rest of my body hanging precariously, making it even more unbearable. The constant orgasms were driving me
crazy. Then someone suggested that such a classic scene should be photographed, and the others agreed.
One person drove away and returned shortly after. Another person said, "Take a full picture of her; we'll only take pictures of her lower body."
They positioned me in an airplane pose and entered my body from various angles. The person who entered my mouth pulled down my
mask, grabbed my hair, and forced me to tilt my head back and turn my body to the side so that my face could be photographed.

When I opened my eyes, I saw the car headlights illuminating the area around my body. The camera was bright, and the license plate was covered with a cloth. It was mounted on
a tripod. After taking a few pictures, someone said it was too slow and suggested I film with a video camera while my face was covered.
Suddenly, a naked man with a masked face appeared before me. I quickly closed my eyes, but the person ordered me to open them. Hesitating for a moment
, I was struck several times on the face. I had no choice but to open my eyes wide.

At this point, I could see my surroundings clearly; it was probably the construction site behind my residence. We were on the edge of
several buildings, surrounded by overgrown weeds. The grave beneath me was relatively neat. They seemed to live
nearby, and because of the recent crackdown, they were being very cautious. After an unknown amount of time, and I don't know how many
times each of them shot, or how many tapes they recorded, I was blindfolded again. I could only hear the sound of car engines driving away.

After a while, my mind gradually cleared. Forgetting my shame, I had to find a way back.
I rolled down the grave mound, moved around, found a protruding object to use as a pillow, and rubbed the
cloth off my head – something I'd thought of when I was being raped while lying on my back. I also found a small piece of metal and cut the ropes connecting my hands and feet.

These things sound easy, but you'd know how difficult it is if you were tied up like a horse. I had to
rest, straightening my numb legs, but I couldn't move for a moment. After a while, I felt something
moving between my legs. I was terrified and wanted to scream, but I didn't dare. I hoped it wasn't a snake.

Then I felt something furry touch my genitals – a rat!! My God, I tried to move
to scare it away, but my blood hadn't fully circulated, and I couldn't move. I tried to make a sound to scare them away, but
my throat was constricted, and I could only make a faint sound. Soon, I felt it tasting my private parts, and then another
one moved onto my body. A moment later, another one reached my chest. Thankfully, I had taken out the sausages; otherwise,
the consequences would have been unimaginable.

I felt both scared and itchy, and my desire was stirring. Just then, a mouse tried to climb onto my face.
Instinctively, I rolled over, and with a series of squeaks, the mice ran away. I could move again and struggled to my feet. I
initially wanted to break the rope binding my wrists on the scaffolding, but seeing that the scaffolding was unstable and that it was
almost decided to go back first.

I chose my direction and started walking back, step by step, each step causing excruciating pain, and I was afraid of bumping into
anyone. It was already getting light. When I reached the wall separating our neighborhood from ours, my heart sank. The iron gate was
locked. The light outside the gatehouse was about 100 watts, but the light inside was off. It seemed the construction site was about to
start again; there hadn't been anyone here a while ago.

I hid in the shadows for a while, then steeled myself and went over. One of the gaps in the iron bars was larger,
probably made by kids playing on the construction site; I wasn't sure if I could manage.

I stretched one leg through, scraping a piece of bread between the bars, and then my bottom hit the cold iron railing.
The iron gate started swaying back and forth, making a loud noise that was particularly jarring in the quiet night, which terrified me
. Luckily, there was no sound from inside. I struggled to squeeze my head through, then my other half got through, but the iron gate still
made a loud noise. I heard someone shout "Who's there?" from inside, then the lights came on. I quickly ran to the nearest building
, crouched down against the wall, and hid. I heard someone shout "Who's there?" and shining a flashlight around, thankfully not hitting me
. At that moment, I couldn't hold back anymore and wet myself.

This place was still five buildings away from where I lived; I had to get back immediately, otherwise, my breakfast stall
would be in trouble.

I carefully circled around the buildings, thankfully no one was there, and finally I arrived. I gently bumped my head against the door, but
there was no response. Just then, I heard Brother Wang Er from next door heading out to deliver goods, tying them up. I panicked
and bumped my head against the door a few more times, still no response. Brother Wang Er had already opened the door, and I was so anxious I was almost in tears
. Suddenly, someone hugged me from behind. I was startled and turned around to see Xiao Li. I couldn't help but scold her, "
Where have you been?"

Before she could answer, the back of the cargo tricycle was already out. It was too late to open the door now.
In a moment of inspiration squatted down under the holly tree between the two houses and urged Xiao Li to open the door quickly. Xiao Li opened the security door, and Brother Wang
Er had already come out. He chatted with Xiao Li while tidying up the goods. Suddenly, Xiao Li said, "Hey! Why can't I open this door
? Brother Wang Er, can you help me?"

I heard Brother Wang Er reply that he was coming right away. I was already terrified, and upon hearing this, my lower body tensed
, and I ejaculated again. However, after a night of activity, the amount was minimal. I heard Xiaoli laugh and say, "No
need, it's already open."

I then realized that this little girl had deliberately scared me. After Wang Er rode away on his bike, I immediately slipped into the house.
Xiaoli followed me in, saying, "Where have you been? I couldn't find you anywhere."

She untied the ropes and poured me a bath. While I was bathing, I told her about the night's events,
only omitting the fact that I had been photographed. She was completely dumbfounded. At the end, this little girl actually asked me
again , "Did you enjoy it or not?" Wow! I was so angry I almost fainted.

The following week, I told Xiaoli that it was her turn to experience it, but she always made excuses and refused.
However, events eventually led her to the same fate of being naked.

I had just returned home that day and was changing my clothes when I heard a knock at the door. Xiaoli went to open it and came back in a moment with an
envelope tell what was going on just by looking at her expression. I asked, "Who sent this?" "I didn't see
anyone. I only saw these things when I opened the door."

I took the photos and my face turned bright red with anger. There was not only a photo of me on a grave, but also one of me
crawling through an iron gate. So they were still secretly following me—ah, they must want to know my address and
identity so they could further "play" with me! Sure enough, the letter told me to meet them at the usual place at midnight that night, and...
They told me to tie myself up and blindfold myself like last time, or they would release the photos.

Xiaoli saw me in a daze and asked what I planned to do. I thought for a long time and decided to give them a taste of their own medicine
. So I discussed it with Xiaoli: I would go to the meeting, and Xiaoli would lie in wait with a camera. That way, we'd have leverage over them
, and if they pushed us too far, we could report them to the police.

That evening, I took a detour to the construction site, while Xiaoli rode her bike to the other side to lie in wait. When I arrived at the site, I found
the grave from last time, and with a heavy heart, I shook off my coat, took out a black cloth, and blindfolded myself. A moment later, I heard a car
approaching , I ducked down. Several people got out of the car, one of them saying, "Why aren't your hands tied? You're so
disobedient."

Then they tied my hands behind my back, and the others started rummaging through my body, saying things like, "
You cut corners! There aren't any sausages left!" I wanted to disappear into the ground, thinking, "Once I
get the evidence, I'll send you all to jail and show you I'm not someone to mess with.

" Just then, someone said, "Who said the girl cut corners? It was buy one get one free!" Then someone
called out, "Xiao Xuan!" It was Xiao Li's voice; it seemed Xiao Li had been taken control of as well. Xiao Li then
received the same treatment I'd had last time, and I was back in jail for the second time. I could vaguely hear the sound of a camera recording. I thought to myself, "These people
don't seem to have any new tricks up their sleeves!" Their leader seemed to understand what I meant and said, "The little girls
don't seem satisfied! Let's try something new with them."

They put us in the truck bed, climbed into the driver's seat, and started the truck. To avoid being seen,
we had to crawl on the ground. After a while, we arrived at a place where they first gave us a bath, then put things on our necks,
hands , knees, and feet, connected by ropes, forcing us to crawl on the ground like dogs. They also
stuffed something into our anus, making it look like we had a dog's
tail .

Several men removed our blindfolds and led us up a small path to a hill. They were all wearing
masks, but nothing underneath. One person was in charge of filming, and there was also a large wolfhound. We
were not allowed to close our eyes; if we did, we would be whipped several times. Someone applied something to our genitals, and the
wolfhound kept rubbing against them. If we weren't being led, it probably would have pounced on us
. To avoid it, I had to crawl as fast as I could.

The ground was covered in pine needles, and with something protecting me, it wasn't too bad, but my genitals felt increasingly itchy. Hearing the wolfhound
's heavy breathing, I had a bad feeling. The humiliation and fear, along with the stimulation of the rope and the object inside
my body , made my consciousness gradually blur.

It was already daylight, but the mountain was remote and no one came here. Then someone draped a leather-
like object over my shoulders, and the person holding the dog let go. The dog ran behind me and sniffed my crotch.
Now that it was off-leash, I tried to scramble away from the wolfhound, but to no avail. It finally tasted my
genitals, and I felt a tingling, numb sensation, and couldn't move anymore. Soon, I was overwhelmed by its taste.

Suddenly, the dog lunged at my back, and I collapsed to the ground, my arms giving way. Its penis
entered me, warmer than a human's, and constantly swelling. I tried to get away, but its bow held us
tightly together. Its rhythm was rapid, and I quickly reached orgasm. During this
time

, I saw Xiaoli giving oral sex to someone. The camera captured our shameful act, but I didn't care. I felt
waves of intense pleasure washing over me. About half an hour later, the dog and I were separated.
A short while later, they forced me to perform oral sex on the wolfhound, while the dog was licking Xiaoli's genitals.
After I licked the dog's penis until it was swollen, the dog then had sex with Xiaoli, and I continued to serve them. By this time, I could faintly hear the sounds of people exercising and chopping firewood nearby
, but I was numb and no longer felt any fear.

Finally, these men tied Xiaoli and me back to back
and without leaving us a single piece of clothing or cloth.

We had no choice but to rub the rope against a rock, but we were discovered before we could break it. This time, we were fortunate to find an honest
local farmer who helped us untie the rope, gave us two sets of clothes, took us to his hut on the mountain to
cook for us, and even gave us some money for the journey home. We had no way to repay him, so we helped him satisfy his
physical needs. Anyway, we were no longer virgins, and we had already done the shameful thing of mating with a dog, so what else
couldn't we do?

We had no choice but to make a "strategic transfer" and go to another city to work. In the new environment,
Xiaoli and I even had the experience of self-bondage and naked walking, thankfully we were never discovered again—but
deep down, I had a longing: I actually hoped to be discovered again, to be bullied
like a dog! However, I couldn't even tell Xiaoli this thought:
wouldn't a real, shameless bitch?

One time, Xiaoli and I went to the suburbs. On our way back in the evening, we passed a dilapidated video arcade.
The sign outside advertised "Top-Tier Adult Film 'Shameless Bitch'." Xiaoli and I exchanged a glance, our faces
instantly turning red. We both thought of that time we were treated like dogs. We usually didn't go to these kinds of "wild"
video arcades; they were full of shady, uncouth men and disreputable women. But this time, Xiaoli and I
inexplicably went inside.

When the video started playing, I was horrified to find the scenes so familiar: a desolate cemetery,
a half-built building, a remote mountain path… Good heavens, those two naked women being led around on the ground were
Xiaoli and me! Next, the screen showed scenes of Xiaoli and me having intercourse with several men, and then
scenes of Xiaoli and me merging with dogs!

Close-ups of various parts of Xiaoli and me kept appearing on the screen: my labia being penetrated by a dog's penis,
me sticking out my tongue to taste a dog's penis, my face, dazed and intoxicated by the dog's penetration, smeared with the dog's
semen and my own saliva…

It turned out that our videotapes had been sold to a group that specialized in producing pornographic films, and after being digitally
edited they were made into videotapes and distributed everywhere! The men sitting around me were breathing heavily, their faces flushed and veins bulging. I
was so ashamed and angry that I wanted to disappear into the ground!

I wanted to leave this filthy place, but my legs wouldn't obey me; I wanted to close my eyes and not look at
those incredibly embarrassing moments, but those images seemed to have an irresistible magic, drawing
my gaze... I completely forgot everything around me, and in this humiliating environment, surrounded by a group of
strange men, I actually came!

"Hey, miss! You're having a good time, aren't you!" Through the dim light, I saw a pair of burning
eyes staring at me like a wolf. It was a pockmarked man in his thirties, and with his voice came a pungent
smell of alcohol—oh no, he must have noticed my "abnormal behavior"!

Before I could react, the man exclaimed again, "Hey, this girl looks just like
that bitch in the video!" I almost fainted from fright and quickly denied it, "I'm not her, I'm not
her, I'm really not her!"

The man chuckled, "Even if you're not that bitch, you're just as slutty as her!" As he
spoke, he reached out and touched my genitals.

I was terrified and tried to run away, but several men surrounded me, groping me and
chattering, "Don't run away, miss, have some fun with us!" "You're having fun by yourself
, and you're having fun with us, why waste it?" "Don't pretend to be virtuous.
If you come to a place like this to watch this kind of video, you're no good!"

No matter how much I resisted, it was useless. In less than a minute, my clothes were stripped off, and I became
a "white sheep" in the wolf pack. Then I heard Xiaoli scream again, and I knew she had suffered the same
fate as me...

I don't remember much after that; I was already delirious. I only vaguely remember that
dozens of men raped me that night. My anus, genitals, and mouth were violated dozens of times, and I screamed
and cried out as I was violated, not knowing whether it was pain or pleasure...

When I came to my senses, it was already dawn. Xiaoli and I were lying naked on the side of the road,
surrounded by hundreds of men and women watching the spectacle... Instinctively, I tried to turn over to cover my
exposed anus and genitals, but as soon as I moved even slightly, my whole body felt like it was broken, and
liquid was gushing out of my anus, genitals, and even my mouth—it was
the "divine water" that those stinking men had expelled into my body!

"Ah!" "Oh!" "Eek!" The surrounding crowd exclaimed in surprise, as if they were watching a wonderful
show.

Later, two policemen came and took Xiaoli and me to a police station. Whether intentionally or unintentionally,
the two policemen didn't give us any clothes, not even a piece of cloth to cover ourselves!
Xiaoli and I were essentially paraded naked through the streets in broad daylight!

Along the way, the fluids flowing from my vagina and anus smeared my thighs and calves, all the way down to
my feet, causing the onlookers to laugh repeatedly. At that moment, I truly wished I were dead…

We didn't dare tell them what happened that night. We didn't want the police to know about those videotapes,
so we made up a story: we were raped by a group of thugs on our way home. The police didn't investigate seriously. They
must have thought we were prostitutes. Since we were prostitutes, being raped was our own fault, our bad luck
. They couldn't care less about such trivial matters.

Xiaoli and I were moved to another city again. Perhaps our fate would continue to be this
constant relocation? But not long after, one morning Xiaoli left without saying goodbye, leaving only a note saying that
her family had found her a husband and she was going home to get married and have children. So I was alone again.

If you have the chance to go to a city in the south, and if you happen to be in a remote suburb at night,
you might see a pale figure wandering on a path or in the bushes; if you quietly follow and take
a closer look, you will see a truly bizarre scene: a beautiful
woman staggering alone…

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