Criminal Series

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1.

When policewoman Xu Yun entered, the woman was still hanging from a rope.

The woman was naked, suspended from a bathroom pipe by a white, soft rope.
The rope constricted her tightly, stretching and deforming her beautiful neck.

Her head was tilted to the left, her vacant eyes half-open, staring ahead. Her face was
swollen , and her swollen, purplish tongue was strangely stuffed into her mouth.

Her hands were handcuffed behind her back, and her bare feet were tightly bound with rope ,

stiff and straight.

The woman's body was sallow, looking like a plastic model, unreal.

Her body was covered with dark red, net-like spots, especially on her legs and feet.

There was a puddle of water and some feces on the floor beneath her feet, and
dried .

Clearly, she had lost control of her bladder when she died.

When Xu Yun entered, she saw an artistic photograph of the woman in the living room. The beautiful woman in the photo smiled, elegant
yet haughty.

Xu Yun stared blankly at the female corpse hanging from the water pipe. The woman's elegance and arrogance were gone,
replaced by a poignant beauty.

Her round breasts had erect nipples, and large, dark areolas with white spots.

Between her curly, bushy pubic hair, her labia were swollen and purplish.

Her male colleague remained calm.

"It was an accident, no external force involved. White-collar worker, single, 27 years old, accidentally hooked up with a male prostitute—a textbook
case. This woman must have had a good time when she died!"

Xu Yun disliked his nonchalant attitude, but admitted it resembled a sexual asphyxiation accident.

Typical, textbook.

Her male colleague looked relaxed.

"Her feet are so clean!"

The woman had large feet, her toes long and thick, almost blackened at the tips. The deep
soles yellowish calluses and rough skin.

But these feet looked unusual… unusually clean.

"Not a single flaw, indeed," Xu Yun said.

That night, Xu Yun was still thinking about the hanged woman.

In her drowsy state, she glimpsed a woman, completely naked, standing on a stool, her hands cuffed behind her back, her
feet tightly bound.

The woman kicked over the stool, her feet dangling in the air…

A man bent down and kissed and caressed the woman's bare feet.

Then he slowly wiped the dead woman's feet with a towel…

When Xu Yun woke up, she felt hot all over, and she began to touch herself…

II. Ying:

The woman was completely naked, her hands and feet bound to the bed.

The man licked and kissed the woman's body.

The woman was much older than the man, but she was well-maintained, her skin very white, almost impossible to guess her actual
age.

The woman's feet were white, large and flat, probably from wearing high heels often; her toes were
tightly squeezed together, somewhat deformed.

The man slowly caressed the woman's feet with his hands, then brought his face close to smell them. The woman's feet smelled
musky; even an old woman's feet smelled so good!

He couldn't resist sticking out his tongue to lick and kiss the woman's sweaty toes, the strong scent emanating from between them, the soles covered in yellowish calluses
.

The woman's cheeks flushed like a young girl's…

The man, nibbling on her toes, mumbled indistinctly.

"I really want to eat them!"

"Stewed or roasted?" the woman asked, twisting her toes.

"I like roasted, slowly roasted…"

she murmured, lost in her imagination.

"Roasted to a golden brown, her toes smelling so good…"

The man noticed her nipples hardening, and between her legs, wet and glistening, a few drops of clear fluid clinging
to her pubic hair.

The man said,

"I've prepared a gift for you." He left.

She listened to the sounds he made in the living room.

She didn't care what he was doing.

After a long while, the man returned.

He untied the ropes binding her hands and feet.

He helped her sit up.

Bound for so long, her limbs were a little numb.

"I've prepared a surprise for you!" the man said.

The woman, helped by the man, entered the living room, her mouth agape in surprise.

"Oh my God!" the woman whispered, a coquettish charm beyond her years.

A noose, made of soft white rope, hung from a hook on the ceiling.

Would he really hang her? She didn't know.

"Stand up!" the man interrupted her thoughts.

The woman trembled as she stood on a stool, and the man stood on another stool, placing the noose over her head.

The man jumped off the stool, pinning the woman's arms behind her back. The woman heard a soft click as her
hands were cuffed.

The man made the woman bring her feet together, then tightly bound them with rope.

The woman noticed a bulge in the man's crotch.

She was a little nervous.

She asked softly,

"Will you hang me?...?"

"Enjoy it!" A mocking smile appeared on the man's lips.

The man kicked away the stool beneath the woman's feet.

The woman's feet were now dangling in the air.

The seemingly harmless soft rope suddenly tightened around the woman's delicate neck. An unbearable pain shot through her, and she screamed
, only to be met with a series of soft gurgling sounds.

Pulled down by her own heavy body, the woman was surprised to hear a crackling
sound as her neck stretched.

A wave of dizziness washed over her, and she felt nauseous.

Her lungs burned, her heart pounded as if it would burst from her chest, and her whole body went numb.

The woman's face was contorted with pain, and her swollen tongue slowly squeezed out of her mouth.

Her eyeballs bulged from their sockets, and the swirling vision around her began to blur.

Her limp body hung helplessly on the rope, her bound feet kicking, and occasionally her body would twitch
unconsciously .

The man watched with great interest as the woman's body writhed on the rope...

Finally, the woman hung motionless on the rope.

A stream of urine gushed down from the woman's limp body, wetting her pale legs and feet, dripping down her
stiff, outstretched toes, leaving a dark puddle on the carpet below.

...

The man waited another ten minutes to confirm the woman was completely dead.

He carefully wiped her feet with a towel and dried the water on the floor.

He placed the electric stove under her feet and turned it on.

The heating element slowly turned red and glowed, illuminating the woman's dangling feet, making her soles appear a
beautiful, bright red.

Soon, wisps of smoke rose from her feet, and a strange fragrance filled the air...

Two hours later, the man turned off the stove.

The woman's body remained motionless on the rope.

Her bound feet were charred yellow, the soles slightly burnt...

III. Hui, the Bank Clerk.

A beautiful bank clerk, Hui, was naked, her arms tied behind her back, hanging from the attic stairs.

A loose white rope loop around her neck was also tied to the stairs.

Her shoulders ached terribly, as if they were about to snap.

Her feet dangled helplessly in the air.

As time passed, the pain intensified.

The pain in her shoulders showed no signs of abating, and her wrists throbbed with a throbbing pain.

Her heart raced, feeling like it would leap out of her throat.

Hui was a tall girl with an oval face and large, perpetually smiling eyes beneath slender eyebrows.

Those who had been to the Agricultural Bank usually remembered the beautiful, gentle-speaking girl with a smile at window number 4.

Hui's eyes were closed, her long, wet hair plastered to her lowered face, her beautiful features contorted in agony.

Her mouth was covered with duct tape.

The man had bound her feet with a thin copper wire.

Hui's bare feet were long, white, and had long, rounded toes.

The man licked and kissed Hui's toes; the girl's feet smelled faintly sour,
a .

Whether from shame or pain, Hui's snow-white soles turned rosy.

Hui never believed she was a pretty girl.

At school, she was much taller than her peers, like an ugly duckling.

Her feet were also too big, size 40; she never wore sandals in the summer.

A searing heat emanated from the soles of her feet, and Hui realized there was an electric stove beneath her.

The stove heated Hui's feet, turning her beautiful feet a bright red in the heat.

Hui couldn't utter a sound.

...

Hui fainted, a gush of fluid spurting from between her legs. The man quickly used a large cup he had prepared to catch the fluid,
making sure no water dripped onto the stove.

The cup was about half full of a golden liquid. The man sniffed it and took a sip.

"Genuine," the man muttered to himself.

Hui's feet continued to heat on the stove, wisps of smoke rising from their soles. The man slowly
applied salad oil to her feet with a brush... The air was filled with the aroma of barbecue.

Hui's bare, white feet slowly heated on the stove, turning a beautiful golden color, then a charred yellow...

...

The man turned off the stove.

He untied the ropes binding the girl's arms, which took quite a while because the knots were a bit tight.

The girl's weight rested on the tight noose around her neck, and the still unconscious girl seemed to twitch a few times.

Her slender body swayed slowly from the rope, her black hair obscuring her face, her beautiful features
slightly distorted.

Her long, shapely feet, bound tightly with copper wire, swirled in the air.

The man was mesmerized, admiring his creation.

"A girl with such big feet, it'll drive anyone crazy!"

IV.

Policewoman Xu Yun in a club.

This was an underground SM club, and Xu Yun knew that the victims had all frequented it before their deaths.

Xu Yun ordered a vodka and sat comfortably in the bar, occasionally being approached by men or women. In Xu Yun's
eyes, none of them looked like assassins.

Suddenly, he appeared—tall, dark-skinned, and handsome.

"Do you know what I'm thinking? I saw a beautiful woman drinking alone here?" he asked casually
.

"Oh, what?" Xu Yun said, feigning indifference.

"I think you need a noose around your neck."

"Hmm," Xu Yun's heart pounded.

Was this the man? Was he an assassin? Maybe...

"Many girls have fantasized about being hung up."

"I know. I, well, I've thought about it. You know, hanging..." Xu Yun could hardly believe she was saying
that .

"Never tried it?"

"No, I don't think I have the courage."

"Well, this is your chance. I have a gallows at my place. What will you say? I
've never seen a girl not have an orgasm on a gallows."

"You're an assassin?"

"Yes."

"You're under arrest! I'm a policeman!" Xu Yun pointed at the man, making a gun gesture with her hand.

"You've got me!" The man raised his hands dramatically.

The man stared at Xu Yun for a moment.

"You're not really a policeman, are you!"

"I was just kidding. I'm a student, Lily."

The man seemed relieved.

"I was just kidding too. I'm a writer. My name is Lauren."

He shook his head and, like Xu Yun had done before, pointed at her with a gun gesture.

"What do you write?"

"Crime novels."

"For example..."

"A hitman catches a policewoman and hangs her."

"Why not the policewoman catches the hitman and brings him to justice?"

The man smiled noncommittally.

"Wouldn't that ending be too dark?"

"Uh, reality is dark, I just put people's dark desires into words."

"Where are we going?" Xu Yun asked.

"I'll tell you. My place."

"No, I mean, where do you live?"

"Not far."

Damn it!

As they left the club, the man blindfolded Xu Yun with a piece of black veil.

Xu Yun felt herself being helped into a car.

After the car stopped, she was helped to walk again, and she heard the sound of a lock opening.

After removing the black veil from her eyes, Xu Yun slowly realized she was in the living room. All the windows, if any,
were covered by heavy curtains.

Near the curtains, a metal bar stretched across the room, and in the middle, a loop of white soft rope rested on
the bar—his noose.

Xu Yun stared intently at it; the noose hung in the air like a long-awaited lover.

Xu Yun hesitated for a moment, then began to undress. Her body was wet; the man would surely notice.

Xu Yun often fantasized about being suspended.

"Don't tie my hands, okay?" Xu Yun timidly stood on the stool placed under the noose.

"I mean, we, uh, we've only just met."

"No problem, I understand. You decide!" The man put the noose over Xu Yun's head, tightening it until
the rope constricted her throat!

"Trust me, you won't regret it!" The man's voice was almost a whisper.

There was a kind of magic in his voice.

"Put your hands behind your back!"

Xu Yun obediently crossed her hands behind her back.

"Good girl!" The man handcuffed Xu Yun's hands.

He then made Xu Yun bring her feet together and tied them tightly with rope.

"Shouldn't we have a safety password?" Xu Yun said.

"Good idea," the man agreed.

"Slowly roast them! How about that?"

"Oh my god, it's him!"

"Is this your new story?"

"Maybe..."

Xu Yun exclaimed, "Why roast a woman's feet?"

"Why? Maybe he wants to tell the stupid cop that it wasn't an accident! Maybe he wants someone to stop
him."

Xu Yun was a tall, beautiful woman. She lacked femininity in her features but had a kind of heroic spirit. Her friends
had jokingly said she was handsome!

The man affectionately stroked Xu Yun's bare feet.

Xu Yun had always mocked herself for having men's feet. These feet were white, with large knuckles, and now they were shifting restlessly on
the stool .

"You want to be hanged, don't you, Officer Xu Yun?"

The man leaned closer, his voice like a whisper.

"Hang for me."

The man's voice was almost hypnotic.

"Now."

Xu Yun tentatively moved her bound feet toward the edge of the stool.

Xu Yun's breasts were singing, but her reason warned her no!

Xu Yun's vagina was singing.

Xu Yun's bound feet were singing too, her whole body was singing.

Xu Yun felt her inner desire rising.

Xu Yun stretched her feet off the stool, the rope loop tightening around her neck, a feeling she had always longed for.

She gritted her teeth and kicked over the stool beside her feet.

The stool tipped over.

Xu Yun's feet dangled in the air, her body falling, heavily twirling in the rope loop.

The rope made a squeaking sound, her bound feet kicking wildly.

The rope dug deep into Xu Yun's throat, she felt her delicate neck was about to snap, it hurt, and it was uncomfortable.

Xu Yun's hands were cuffed behind her back, her feet were also bound, Xu Yun hung helplessly on the rope, she discovered that she
actually liked this feeling.

She saw the man moving around the room, and she barely managed to follow his figure through her half-open eyelids.

Xu Yun's tongue protruded from her mouth, sticking out long.

She felt like a hanged bitch with her tongue sticking out, and she remembered the women she had seen hanged. She
liked this wanton appearance in front of men.

The reaction of hanging was erotic, and Xu Yun could feel her body awakening.

The man buried his head between Xu Yun's hairy legs, his tongue probing into her vagina—warm, soft, and moist
.

Xu Yun wanted to moan, but the rope tightened around her throat, and she heard only the sound of gagging.

Xu Yun could only silently accept the rough caresses of the man's tongue.

In the suffocating pain, she was now focused on her pleasure.

Her clitoris was bitten by the man, and the pleasure burned Xu Yun, more intense than ever before. In extreme
pain, Xu Yun's sharp orgasm erupted.

She began to shake and convulse uncontrollably.

Her legs were pressed tightly together, and the man could feel wave after wave of pleasure surging from her vagina. Water glistened on her
lush pubic hair. She arched her hips, then straightened them, repeating this motion as if
making love with a lover in the air…

Xu Yun heard the man's voice. The voice was distant.

"The police caught the killer. The story's too cliché; nobody likes to read it anymore."

The voice faded into the distance.

"The real world isn't like that…"

…

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