An experience of a female writer

Bai Tingting is a Chinese literature major at a university. She has loved writing since childhood and aspired to become a writer.
Because her father is usually very busy, and Tingting has always been obedient and well-behaved, he rarely interfered with her.
Also, now that she's in university and eighteen or nineteen, she's unlikely to be influenced by society or others. Tingting is a very opinionated girl with strong analytical and observational skills. She enjoys living in her own world and is an extremely individualistic young woman.
From childhood, she frequently participated in writing and speech competitions, and whenever she did, she consistently placed in the top three. Therefore, her bedroom is filled with countless certificates, medals, and trophies.
Tingting had a well-proportioned figure, long flowing hair, delicate features, and elegant manners. Her skin was fair and smooth, her breasts were full and shapely, and her firm buttocks were slightly upturned. No matter what she wore, her figure was always on display.
She didn't have a boyfriend. Although many male classmates pursued her in high school, she didn't spend much time with any of them, believing it was all just fate.
One day, on her way home from school, Tingting looked up at the sky, pondering:
"What should I write now? What should I write? What have I written before? What haven't I written? What can I see? What can't I see or experience?"
She thought and thought, repeatedly, but seemed unable to find any clues. She was very troubled. And so, without realizing it, Tingting found herself in Ximending. Ximending, the place that fascinates some, is a dazzling, vibrant nightlife. Every evening around seven or eight o'clock, one kind of life in Taipei comes to an end, and people leap into another world of bewildering joy. There, neon lights flash, and long lines of people support extravagance, oblivion, and passion.
Around midnight, the frenzied dancing and high-spirited laughter come to an end. The city's revelry subsides in the darkness. Although some still search for light in the night, most have fallen silent. They wait wearily and listlessly for the next day's activities and the next night's revelry to begin again.
This is the long journey hundreds of thousands of Taipei men, young and old, married and unmarried, take from their factories and offices to their homes.
The world's largest metropolises have become the biggest entertainment venues at night. New York, Las Vegas, Miami, and Tokyo all boast vibrant nightlife, diverse and ever-changing like a kaleidoscope.
Tingting finally arrived at the entrance of a nightclub. She seemed to have seen the advertisements outside and became interested in the performances inside. So, she made up her mind and went in to watch, regardless of the consequences.
When she sat down inside, she discovered that the nightclub was hidden deep within, with a rotating frame installed on the ceiling. Two beautiful women on the stage were posing seductively, flaunting their bodies. The next women to come up were all wearing tight-fitting short clothes, their breasts barely concealed.
Not long after, Tingting left the nightclub, thinking about something and continuing on her way. She hadn't walked far when she saw a bar again. She stopped, looked around, and went inside.
The bar was dimly lit, and she could vaguely see the bar girls serving drinks. Tingting found a seat, and a waitress in a miniskirt came over and asked,
"Miss, what would you like to drink?"
"A lemon juice."
The waitress laughed and said, "Miss, this is a bar! We don't sell juice."
Tingting was surprised. Then, a little embarrassed, she said, "Then a brandy, please."
"Okay, thank you, right away."
Tingting thought to herself, "How embarrassing! Actually, I came to see what's inside so I can find some writing material."
The waitress brought the drinks, placed them on the table, and left.
Tingting began to look around. She noticed men chatting, resting, drinking, thinking, smiling, flirting, kissing, and touching women—things she had never seen before, but now she was witnessing.
After about twenty minutes, Tingting paid her bill and left the bar. She walked towards home.
Half an hour later, she returned to her room, where the house was quiet and deserted.
Tingting had been used to this kind of life since childhood.
Her father was always busy with his career, and her mother both supported him and acted as his secretary. Therefore, it could be said that Tingting was very lonely, and she had no siblings; she was all alone.
Although her father had hired a maid when she was young, Tingting asked him to fire the maid after she went to university, and she took over all the housework. This
was because she wanted to train herself and, on the other hand, help her writing so that her works would be more relevant to real life.
She changed into her pajamas, crawled into the covers, and stared wide-eyed, wide awake. Her mind raced, reflecting on everything she had just witnessed. She thought,
"In a bar, men are the customers, women are commodities. You can buy all sorts of beauty and warmth anytime, anywhere, as long as you pay. Women's revelry, laughter, smiles, physical sensations—what do they really feel? I don't know."
Tingting slowly began to find this question interesting and curious. She thought,
"To be a writer, to engage in realistic writing, yet unable to experience the lives of those women—it's truly a waste."
She always wanted to be a realistic female writer, but her lack of experience caused her great distress. Gradually, she fell asleep.
A few days later, Tingting still couldn't think of any other social themes to write about. However, the question from that night kept surfacing in her mind. She wanted to dismiss it, but felt it was a waste; she thought about it but couldn't write anything, because she wasn't one of those women and hadn't experienced their lives firsthand, so she didn't dare try. This question, once it arose, has been surging intermittently within her, seemingly growing stronger with each passing day, slowly changing her life.
During the dramatic changes of the past two or three months, Tingting seemed to be starting to see a breakthrough. She thought,
"If I could immerse myself in their lives and experience their lives, it would greatly help my writing."
Tingting began to have this idea, thinking, "How to convince my father and mother is a major obstacle."
A few more days passed, and Tingting spent those days thinking about how to overcome this obstacle. She finally came up with a plan: "If I trick my parents into going on a six-month trip abroad, and then sneak out of the airport, I could use that time to experience the lives of those working in special industries—that would work!"
She jumped for joy, finally having found a solution, and so she began to act.
One day, Tingting's parents saw her off at Chiang Kai-shek International Airport. After they left, Tingting slipped out of the departure hall and took a taxi straight to Taipei.
Upon arriving in Taipei, she first moved her luggage into her pre-rented apartment, then changed into ordinary makeup and began her adventures.
Tingting's goal was to record the lives of women in unusual and novel professions, to use as material for her future social realism writing.
She first went to a media company that was recruiting actors, intending to groom them into stars. Because of her looks, Tingting was given priority and was taken to their film studio.
Actually, it wasn't a film studio, but a rented villa. When she entered, all the filming was already underway, and the male and female leads were already on set.
Today, Tingting was just there to observe; she wasn't the female lead, as she had already been cast as the female lead in the next film.
When the director yelled, "Action!", the male and female leads came on stage and began acting.
The female lead played the wife of a truck driver. When she appeared, she was wearing the most fashionable lace nightgown, looking ready to go to bed.
Just then, the doorbell rang.
She quickly put on a cover-up and went to open the door.
A man in his thirties entered, very burly, but not particularly handsome. He was the female lead's husband's colleague; he was the male lead in the film.
The male protagonist tells the female protagonist,
"Your husband went on a business trip to Kaohsiung tonight and won't be back until tomorrow night."
He then turns to leave.
At that moment, the female protagonist's blouse accidentally slips down. The male protagonist turns back and his gaze immediately changes.
He quickly locks the door and approaches her step by step, looking like a hungry man.
The female protagonist shows a panicked expression, afraid of his actions, and slowly backs away. Suddenly, the male protagonist pounces on her like a hungry tiger.
He embraces her, and they tumble onto the bed, rolling and tugging at her pajamas.
By this time, the female protagonist's lace pajamas have been torn open.
Tingting's heart began to pound, and a sense of fear crept in.
Suddenly, two enormous, bouncing breasts appeared before her, their nightgowns ripped off.
Tingting's heart raced wildly with each bounce of the breasts.
After a struggle, the woman before her was completely naked, utterly exposed.
Tingting could clearly see her breasts and buttocks; the woman was lying on her side.
When the woman turned around, her vulva was not exposed because the man's enormous hand was pressed against her genitals.
The two naked figures were pressed tightly together, without any gap.
However, Tingting noticed that the man's penis was not inside the woman's vagina, so she breathed a sigh of relief. She could only see their hips rising and falling rhythmically.
The female protagonist struggled and writhed desperately, her eyes revealing
her arousal.
Tingting's cheeks flushed.
She saw the female protagonist's legs clamped tightly around the male protagonist's waist, seemingly unwilling to loosen their grip. Her hands also gripped his shoulders, and her breathing became rapid. The male protagonist
lay on top of her, motionless, as if they had ceased their actions.
Tingting slowly began to feel a strange sensation, her gaze shifting to the male protagonist's buttocks. She saw his muscles twitching intermittently, indicating he was pleasurably ejaculating. The
male protagonist was now dressed. The female protagonist remained naked, lying on her side on the bed.
"I'm sorry, madam, please forget about it," the male protagonist said.
"No, I will remember it forever."
The male protagonist finished dressing and seemed to be leaving.
"No, don't go!"
"Madam, is there anything else you need?"
"Please...please do it one more time."
"Don't you...don't you hate me?"
"No...not at all!" The female protagonist said longingly, "I got love from violence. I want you to fuck me, fuck me hard, even if you fuck me to death, it doesn't matter."
After hearing the above words, the male protagonist took off his clothes again.
The two of them went wild again, but this time it was the female protagonist who took the initiative.
Then, the director yelled "Cut!"
All the action stopped, only the skin of the two male and female protagonists on the bed was still trembling, as if they could not calm down their skin and muscles for a moment.
After filming wrapped, the director walked over to Tingting and greeted her, asking,
"May I ask your name, Miss?"
"My name is Tingting."
"Oh! So you're Miss Tingting. Please come with me."
Tingting followed the director to another room, where only the two of them were present. The director closed the door behind him.
"Miss Tingting, please have a seat."
"Thank you!"
"I just heard from the producer that you're the female lead in the next film."
"No... I don't deserve that!" Tingting replied shyly.
"Have you ever acted before?"
"No!"
"Oh! Are you interested in acting?"
"Yes!"
"That's good."
"But...but I've never acted before?"
The director said in a reassuring tone,
"It's okay, don't worry, we'll teach you when the time comes." The 　　director
took a notebook from the table and read,
"Next time, you will play 'the experience of a female student.'" 　　Tingting, upon hearing "female student," quickly replied, 　　"I can act that, as long as I don't have a relationship with a man and it gets filmed." 　　"Of course we won't, but the unrestrained depiction of 'sex' is just for our camera work. Rest assured, we won't be doing close-ups of your face." 　　"Thank you! Thank you!" 　　"Do you have any other questions?" 　　"I don't think so." 　　"Okay! You can go back now. Oh, by the way..." 　　The director handed Tingting the script for "A Female Student's Experience," saying, 　　"Take this home and review it, and memorize your lines. We'll start filming in three days."

Tingting looked grateful and quickly said,
"Thank you, Director, thank you, Director."
Then, the director saw Tingting off.
These past two days, Tingting has been studying the script in her apartment, feeling a surge of joy. She thought,
"This is my first time stepping into society, but I didn't expect it to go so smoothly. I'm the lead actress in my first film. Although the film she saw was a bit revealing, she didn't find anything in the script that needed to be revealing. Moreover, the director repeatedly assured her that there would be absolutely no scenes that would harm her, so she felt even more at ease. Besides, the purpose of this trip was to experience the lives of people in different industries. As long as I'm careful, I'm sure I'll have a fruitful experience."
As she thought this, Tingting jotted it down in her diary.
She knew the script described "a female student's experience" as a story of a girl who, after school, encountered several delinquents on her way home. They took her to an empty house, assaulted her, and then she was rescued by patrolling police officers. Therefore, Tingting was quite reassured, believing that nothing unexpected could happen.
On the third night, Tingting went to bed early. She knew that filming was quite arduous, sometimes requiring all-nighters, and getting enough sleep would greatly benefit her mental state and complexion, allowing her to maintain her stamina without getting tired.
Tingting was already fast asleep, having set her alarm beforehand, so she slept peacefully.
Early in the morning... the alarm clock suddenly rang. Tingting got up, finished all her chores, and went to the film studio very early because she wanted to make a good impression.
The studio staff worked as usual.
Tingting greeted everyone.
She saw the director walk in from outside. So, Tingting went up to him and said,
"Director, good morning!"
"Good morning! Why haven't you changed yet?"
Tingting glanced at her clothes, feeling embarrassed, and said,
"Um! I'll change right away!"
"Okay, hurry up and change."
Tingting turned to leave, but the director called after her,
"Miss Tingting! By the way, when we're filming later, the producer will play the leader of our delinquent gang."
"Okay, no problem."
"By the way, if I don't yell 'cut' at the beginning of filming, you can't stop... many times we'll have to start over."
"Okay, I understand."
"Also, if I yell 'cut,' you can't move around randomly, because all actions and positions must be continuous, and you can't say anything unnecessary outside the script while acting."
"Oh!"
"You remembered everything, right?"
"Yes! I remembered everything!"
"Okay! Go change your clothes! We'll start filming soon."
Tingting took her clothes and went to the bathroom to change.
Ten minutes later...
everyone seemed ready, and the director shouted,
"Ready?"
The replies came one after another, "Ready!"
Tingting, wearing a university uniform and holding several books, stood to the side, watching the director. The director was explaining the scene where the female student was dragged into an empty room by several thugs and subjected to humiliation; all the actors seemed to be listening attentively.
Five minutes later, the director asked the actors,
"Did you understand?"
The actors nodded in response.
The director glanced around; all preparations were complete. He shouted,
"On set!"
At the director's command, "Camera!"
several thugs escorted Tingting into the room.
Tingting's face was filled with fear, her large, dark eyes scanning her surroundings.
The room was empty; only a few lecherous men stood before her, and she was all alone.
Fear began to creep into Tingting's heart; she clutched her books tightly to her chest. The men approached step by step, their faces lewdly grinning. She retreated step by step, until her back touched the wall. They continued to close in, and Tingting slowly moved her body towards the corner.
Then, Tingting felt she had nowhere to go; her back pressed tightly against the corner. They were getting closer and closer.
Suddenly, Tingting threw the books she was holding at them.
The group of burly men vanished in a flash, returning to their original positions.
They were now standing in front of Tingting. One of them reached out and touched Tingting's delicate face, saying,
"This little girl is quite pretty; let's all have a taste."
Just as he was about to make a move, a voice shouted, "Stop!" The men froze, turning around to look.
Standing before them was a tall, burly, and muscular man. They were startled and exclaimed,
"Boss!"
"Hmm!"
the man asked them.
"What mischief have you been up to now?"
"N-nothing...nothing, boss..."
The man walked over and asked again,
"Not yet. What's this?"
He pointed at Tingting and said,
"Where did you get her?"
"Heh...heh...yes...we grabbed her on the street...no...no...she wasn't grabbed, she...she came with us willingly..." one of the guys answered.
"Oh! Then why aren't any girls with me?"
"............This............"
"You're lying to me again, you better watch out."
"No, boss, we wouldn't dare."
"Alright, you guys get out."
"Yes, yes, boss!"
They looked back, feeling it was a real pity that this swan meat had fallen into the boss's hands.
This boss was either an actor or the producer himself, looking worldly-wise.
He walked up to Tingting, gently touching her face, cheeks, neck, ears, and hair, finally holding her chin and saying,
"Hmm! What a beauty."
Tingting looked at him with fear, not daring to move.
He grabbed Tingting's hand and lifted it up. Tingting struggled, but the tighter his grip, the less she seemed able to break free. He looked her over.
She was wearing a school uniform, a skirt, white socks, and black shoes, her legs pressed straight against the wall.
He suddenly tried to remove Tingting's jacket, but failed because she kept her body pressed against the wall.
Seeing that he couldn't remove her clothes, the leader suddenly grabbed Tingting's arms and began kissing her face haphazardly. Tingting kept twisting her neck to avoid his kisses. Although the leader didn't kiss her lips, he did kiss her cheeks and neck. Tingting felt a surge of heat wash over her, but she couldn't push him away.
The leader, displeased that she wasn't behaving herself, wasn't about to give up. He pressed his chest against her upper body, rendering her immobile, while his hands began to grope her delicate form.
The first thing Tingting felt was a pair of burning hands kneading between her breasts, waves of electricity slowly coursing through her body.
Tingting began to scream,
"No...no...help...help me..."
But he ignored her, instead pressing his hands even more boldly against her breasts. Although his hands were pressing against her through several layers of clothing, the friction from the fabric made Tingting extremely uncomfortable. As the boss's hands kneaded, Tingting's bra rubbed against her nipples, sending waves of heat through her chest. She felt an indescribable sensation, a sensation she had never experienced before, a sensation that was both uncomfortable and pleasurable!
"Mmm...mmm..." she couldn't help but let out a soft moan.
After kneading her breasts for a while, the boss quickly moved his hands to her waist, massaging there.
However, because Tingting's school skirt was very tight, he couldn't reach her genitals. He moved his hands to her buttocks, touching and kneading her pink buttocks, making Tingting feel extremely uncomfortable. When his movements were too violent, his hand was accidentally pricked by the zipper of her skirt. Only then did he realize where he should start. Just as he was about to strike, Tingting stopped him with both hands. The older brother, quick-witted, suddenly tightened his grip on her. Tingting felt a sudden difficulty breathing and her hands loosened.
The older brother used his hips to support her hands, his right hand pulling on the zipper, and slid down forcefully. Instantly, a hole appeared in the back of Tingting's school skirt.
He yanked hard with both hands, and the entire skirt belt broke. Tingting tried to pull the skirt up with her hands, but it was too late. He quickly squatted down and pulled the skirt up to her ankles. Then, the older brother quickly stood up. Tingting instinctively covered her genitals with her hands. The leader's hands immediately shifted, forcefully unbuttoning Tingting's top.
At this point, Tingting's bra was partially exposed. She moved her right hand to protect her breasts, while her left hand remained still, covering her genitals.
The leader paused, seemingly considering where to begin. He reached into the student's shirt and pulled it off along with the jacket. However, the clothes didn't fall down completely; only the shoulders slipped down. But Tingting's hands were bound behind her back, as if tied with rope.
Suddenly, a beautiful, fair-skinned young girl's body was revealed before the leader. Now, Tingting was only wearing a pure white bra and semi-transparent lace panties. Tingting was struggling, but she was surrounded by two walls, and there was also a wall of people in front of her.
The leader began to lewdly, touching Tingting's smooth and tender skin with his hands, saying:
"Haha...haha...haha...what a beauty...truly a masterpiece of God...haha...hahaha...haha...I never thought I'd get her..."
His lewd laughter made Tingting realize her true nature, and fear gradually rose in her heart. She cried out:
"Help...help..."
"Little girl, who are you yelling for..."
"Wait a minute, if someone comes, you'll be in trouble..."
"Haha...haha...there's not a ghost around here, um...let alone a person...haha...haha...today...you're mine...haha."
He reached his hands to Tingting's chest, one hand pressing on her breast, the other pulling on her bra. The eldest brother tested it with his hand, then moved both hands to Tingting's chest and yanked hard, breaking the bra straps. He pulled the bra back, then placed his head on her nipple and licked it with his tongue.
Tingting felt a tingling sensation, and her chest trembled a few times.
The eldest brother pressed his right hand on Tingting's left breast, twisting and kneading the nipple. He lifted her right breast with his left hand and sucked and licked the tender red nipple. Tingting's nipple swelled up, becoming as large as a plump red cherry. A tingling, numbing sensation spread through her body, and she unconsciously began to moan:
"...Ugh...Ugh...Oh...Oh...Ah...Ah..."
Tingting's legs trembled uncontrollably, as if ants were tickling her skin. Her vulva began to heat up, to slowly boil. This was a feeling she had never experienced before.
After his ministrations, Tingting had lost track of where the play had gone. She moaned, her body trembling.
The eldest brother had been caressing her breasts for a while now, sucking on one, then that, licking this, then that, savoring Tingting's newly developed breasts.
After a while, Tingting suddenly felt a hot liquid flowing inside her uterus. Suddenly, she felt three "plop! plop! plop!" sounds as her vaginal fluid flowed out.
This feeling was unique to Tingting; it was like her menstrual period, gushing out of her tender vulva in spurts, soaking her white lace panties.
Based on the boss's experience, it seemed he was close to finishing. At this moment, Tingting's soul seemed to be floating in mid-air, as if she were drunk. He reached out his right hand and scooped up some fluid from Tingting's mons pubis. Tingting seemed like a sleeping infant, awakened by some sound. The boss's right hand, covered in her vaginal fluid, slid down her white panties.
The eldest brother chuckled and said,
"Haha... little girl... what's wrong... couldn't wait... came first... haha... didn't expect... hehe... you're so sensitive... haha..."
The eldest brother started taking off his clothes, saying as he did so,
"...hehe... little baby... won't... won't keep you waiting too long... almost done..."
Tingting, recalling her lines, acted out the scene with a fearful expression. Tingting said fearfully:
"No...no...don't, I...I don't want to..."
The boss finally pulled down his underwear and walked towards her.
He lewdly grinned and said, "Haha...haha...little baby...I'm coming...I'm coming..."
For the first time, Tingting looked directly at a man's penis, and she saw it standing erect in the middle of his pubic hair. That large, black, fleshy rod was about seven inches long, standing upright between his legs, the glans as big as a small egg, purplish-red and shiny, proud and imposing, as if it were defying her. Before the boss's body even touched Tingting, the glans had already pressed against her vulva.
Tingting screamed for help:
"...Help!...Help!...Help!...Help!...Help!..." 　　She screamed desperately, as if a burning iron block were burning her. The boss first gripped his penis tightly with his right hand, thrusting it wildly into Tingting's wet white panties. Tingting grew increasingly frightened, sweating profusely, unsure of what to do. The boss squatted down and pulled Tingting's white lace panties down to her thighs, then stood up with a
lewd 　　grin 　　. He gripped his penis again, pressing it against her wet vulva, while rubbing the glans against her pubic hair. 　　At this moment, Tingting's vulva was no longer protected by her lace panties, completely exposed to the boss. 　　Although Tingting tried her best to resist, it was too late to escape. The boss pressed his body against hers. Instantly, Tingting felt a burning heat on her delicate body. The boss pressed his lips tightly against her fragrant lips, kissing and pressing them almost frantically. His right palm and chest rubbed and pressed against her breasts, like kneading dough. At the same time, his penis was pressing and rubbing against Tingting's lower abdomen and vulva, like a piece of wood banging against a door. 　　At this moment, Tingting's breathing quickened, as she struggled to breathe under the pressure from the boss. However, such caresses were something Tingting could never imagine or describe. 　　Tingting gradually began to feel numb, itchy, and tingling, and slowly she succumbed. She seemed to be able to communicate with others through her actions. 　　The boss held Tingting's pink neck tightly and thrust his tongue into her mouth, sucking and churning fiercely, making her tongue ache and sting. Tingting wanted to escape, but she couldn't. 　　The eldest brother was probably in his thirties. Judging from his actions, he was a seasoned womanizer, no doubt about it. Based on his experience, he knew the time was ripe. 　　Her fair, milky skin and exposed breasts bounced with a "plop! plop!" sound, making his blood boil. 　　Tingting's fair, smooth skin and two full breasts stood proudly on her chest. Her two moist labia, like two budding petals, protruded high, opening and closing intermittently, with a thick, clear, glistening fluid between them, so abundant it was incredibly alluring. The long, neat pubic hair on her mons pubis, black and glossy, grew on her vulva like a fuzzy lawn, curling and curving to cover her tender vulva. 　　He lowered his head, stretched out his tongue, and began to lick her body vigorously. The older brother moved his head down, licking her pink neck, breasts, navel, and lower abdomen, reaching the mysterious triangle covered in soft, fragrant hair, and then taking her sensitive clitoris into his mouth! 　　"Ah..." 　　Tingting's body had never been touched by a man before, let alone licked. Therefore, Tingting couldn't withstand this intense stimulation. In an instant, her blood surged, her slender waist swayed, and her legs trembled involuntarily. 　　Tingting's little mouth began to hum: 　　"............uh............uh............um, um............uh............uh............ah......yo............ah.........yo........." 　　The boss spread her labia apart with both hands and stuck his tongue inside. He licked and sucked hard at her tender vulva, thirstily drawing in the sweet spring inside to quench his thirst. 　　Tingting reacted instinctively, her virgin private parts being attacked, and she naturally raised her thighs alternately to block his attack. This allowed Tingting to catch her breath a little, because her hands were bound behind her back by her clothes and she could not move for a moment. 　　But at this moment, the boss was enjoying the pleasure, so how could he stop there? The boss continued to press down on Tingting's jade legs with both hands and licked the outside of her vulva with his tongue. After about ten minutes, the boss squatted on the ground, his penis erect and hot between his legs. He stood up, his penis now perpendicular to his body, even more so. 　　He pressed himself against Tingting, thrusting his thick penis wildly into her tender vagina. Perhaps he wasn't aiming carefully, or perhaps he wasn't targeting the opening. So the glans couldn't penetrate. 　　But because of his wild thrusting, Tingting's vagina felt itchy and extremely uncomfortable inside and out. 　　Because Tingting had never been with a man before, she didn't know that a woman's vagina could be penetrated regardless of penis size. 　　She was startled by the huge, thick, and hard penis, breaking out in a cold sweat and completely at a loss. 　　Moreover, the director's script hadn't written anything like that; it only stated "humiliation in an empty room." The director had repeatedly assured her that such a thing wouldn't happen, and that it wouldn't be filmed. 　　Tingting thought to herself, 　　"Can I call 'cut'? It might displease the director, and he's instructed that no one can stop unless he calls 'cut.' Besides, he said he wouldn't let me suffer any loss. I should just continue filming!" 　　The leader continued to touch her vulva with the head of his penis. 　　Tingting 　　started crying for help again: 　　"...Help!...Help!...Quick!...Help!...Help!...Help!...Help!...Help me ...

"...Help...Help...Help...Help...Someone...Quickly...Help...Help..."
Tingting began to feel strange, asking herself:
"Why isn't the actor playing the police here? Did he forget? Or is the actor not here? Or is he asleep?"
A series of questions flooded Tingting's mind. She seemed to have forgotten that someone was having sex with her—no! It should be said that she was being raped. Her mind was already processing these questions, and for a moment, her body seemed to ignore these sensory stimuli!
The boss used his right hand to grasp his penis and thrust it into Tingting's tender vagina.
At this moment, Tingting's mind cleared, and she felt a sharp pain in her vagina.
Tingting looked down. She saw that the boss's glans was already halfway inside, and she knew that things were going badly.
The boss thrust again with force, and with a "whoosh" sound, his seven- or eight-inch-long penis went in a little further.
Tingting had never felt anything like this before; her vagina swelled and ached terribly.
"............Ah............It hurts............It hurts............It hurts so much............Ah......Ouch......"
The boss's thrust made Tingting scream, tears streaming from her eyes.
The boss's glans could feel that there was a tough membrane blocking her vagina. He knew that Tingting was probably still a virgin.
So, the boss thrust with all his might, and with a "plop" sound, he broke through her hymen! He struck while the iron was hot, ignoring Tingting's screams, and thrust again with force, a second thrust... His seven-inch-long penis was completely inside Tingting's tender virgin vagina. He wanted to press his advantage.
Tingting cried out in pain:
"...Ouch...ouch...it hurts...it hurts so much...it hurts so much...you...you...you...you...you really...really defiled me...defiled me...you're so bad...you're so bad...so...so cruel...ah...ouch...ah..."
Tingting cried out in pain, her delicate body convulsing and twisting wildly.
Seeing her crying and wailing, the boss ignored her. He gently withdrew his penis, then thrust it in hard.
"............You............you're going to die............ah...............ah............you can............you can't............you can't insert it anymore............ah............help.........ouch............it hurts............it hurts so much.........I.........my vagina.........my vagina is about.........about to tear...............ouch...............ah......ah......no............don't...............help...............it hurts.........it hurts............it hurts so much.........ah.................."
The louder Tingting's cries for help grew, the more his blood boiled, and he thrust harder.
Tingting started crying incessantly, as if she had lost control, and her voice became hoarse.
Seeing her like this, after thrusting fifty or sixty times, the boss suddenly felt pity and pulled his penis out.
Streams of vaginal fluid, mixed with a trace of virgin blood, flowed out with a "squeak.........squeak.........squeak..." sound.
Tingting threw herself at him, and the eldest brother picked her up.
He laid her down on the ground and pulled off her skirt, underwear, coat, shirt, and bra. He used the clothes as a blanket.
Tingting sat naked on the cold ground.
The eldest brother tried to comfort her, hoping to calm her down. But things didn't go as planned; she started crying and screaming.
The eldest brother tried to carry her to where her clothes were on the ground, but Tingting refused. Suddenly, she stood up and ran towards the door.
The eldest brother, realizing the danger, pounced on her like a tiger pouncing on a sheep. A loud "thud" was heard. The eldest brother pressed his entire body against Tingting. Unable to withstand the immense pressure, Tingting collapsed face-first to the ground. Her breasts hit the ground with a loud thud.
The eldest brother quickly scrambled to his feet and dragged Tingting to the side of her clothes with great effort.
Tingting struggled on the ground, crawling around, her body covered in patches of black and white, a heartbreaking sight. She resisted, defiant, like a wild horse, stubbornly resisting.
The eldest brother, no longer caring about anything else, pounced on Tingting again. He pressed his entire body against her, causing her to lie on her back, her legs kicking and rubbing wildly, as if in protest.
The eldest brother's right hand slid down Tingting's waist and pressed against her vulva. He began to gently tease Tingting's sensitive clitoris with his hand.
Tingting felt someone scratching her vulva and instinctively swayed her hips.
The eldest brother then extended his middle finger, aiming at the opening of her tender vulva, until it slid down and inserted itself inside. Tingting immediately trembled all over.
He slowly thrust, pricked, drilled, teased, and dug, doing each step.
Under his intense teasing, Tingting's body trembled incessantly, her legs clamping and kicking forcefully. She clenched her teeth, uttering:
"...uh...uh...shh...shh...um...um...oh..."
The eldest brother had been playing with Tingting like this for over ten minutes, showing no sign of stopping.
A few minutes later, the situation seemed to have improved again, and Tingting hummed:
"Ugh...ugh...it's so itchy...ah...ah...I...I...I can't take it...I can't take it anymore...ah...oh...oh...ouch...ouch...I...I...I'm so itchy...so itchy...ah...ah...no...no...I can't take it anymore..."
The boss saw Tingting moaning like this. At this moment, his penis was even more erect, swollen to a full eight inches long, and trembling constantly; he was truly starving for it.
So, he launched another round of attacks.
First, the boss straddled Tingting's legs with his right foot. Then, he rubbed his thigh against her mons pubis, causing Tingting's genitals to heat up in waves.
After a while, he pressed his upper body against Tingting's delicate body, rubbing his chest against her breasts. At this moment, Tingting's upper body gradually warmed up, and her nipples gradually became numb and swollen. Then, the older brother straddled Tingting's legs with his left foot.
Now, Tingting lay on her back in a "T" shape, while the older brother lay face down in a "|" shape.
Their physical contact seemed to be complete.
Then, the older brother started to do something. He placed his hands under Tingting's armpits and moved his body up and down.
This way, not only could the older brother's chest be rubbed against her breasts, but his glans could also rub against Tingting's vulva, allowing them to experience pleasure together.
Tingting's delicate body was being caressed by the boss, her heart itching with desire:
".........Ugh.........Ugh.........Oh.........Oh.........Hmm.........Hmm.........Itchy.........Itchy.........So itchy........."
Seeing that Tingting was getting aroused, the boss pressed his chest against her breasts. He pushed off the ground with his toes, making his body into a bow shape. He held the head of his penis with his right hand, his eyes fixed on her tender vulva, aligning the head of his penis with the opening.
Tingting was breathless from his pressure, wanting to push him away but unable to. She only felt the boss thrust his hips forward, pressing his waist down from above, and with a "plop," the entire eight-inch-long penis was inserted into her tender vulva.
Tingting screamed repeatedly:
"............Ah............It hurts............It hurts............It hurts so much...............Ah............Ah............No.........No..............."
She knew she had no one to turn to for help, and could only express the excruciating pain inside her vagina by screaming.
Therefore, when the boss realized that his penis was fully inserted, he immediately launched a fierce attack. He pulled out about five inches of his eight-inch-long, thick penis one after another, and then thrust it in all the way back in.
Tingting began to feel waves of tingling sensations spreading throughout her body.
However, after the boss had thrust in and out more than thirty times, the flesh of her vaginal opening was being forced open and closed repeatedly, causing Tingting to fall from the initial pain into an abyss of agony.
She clenched her teeth, trying her best to suppress her pain, but it was still unbearable. She groaned,
".........Ah.........Ugh.........Ouch.........Ouch.........Ah.........It hurts.........It hurts.........So.........So painful.........Ah.........Ouch.........I...............I.........My vagina......Vagina.........My vagina...............It.........It will.........Tear..................Ouch.........Mommy.........Ah.........Ah.................."
Tingting's face was full of pain. She placed her hands on the boss's waist to reduce his impact. However, the more Tingting did this, the harder the boss thrust, as if he had an innate rebellious mentality.
After about ten minutes, the boss had thrust in and out nearly a thousand times.
Tingting's tightly furrowed brows finally relaxed; she no longer felt the previous pain, replaced by a numb, tingling, and numbing sensation...
Only then did a smile appear on the boss's face. He lowered his head, taking the nipple into his mouth, pulling and releasing it, the breast swaying—it was quite amusing.
The boss held the nipple in his mouth, rubbing it with the tip of his tongue, sucking and licking it vigorously.
"...Ah...ouch...so itchy...ah...ah...so...it's killing me with itchiness...so...so sour...uh...uh...um...um...oh...ah..."
The boss's current movements were practically like doing push-ups. The thick penis thrust in and out, filling her vagina with intense pleasure, making her vagina feel swollen and full. At this moment, her two engorged labia were completely split open. The large penis pumped in and out forcefully, the glans pounding against the soft flesh of Tingting's clitoris. Her tender vagina was dripping with lustful fluid, making a "plop! plop!" sound as the penis penetrated her.
"............Ugh.........Oh.........Hmm...Hmm...I can't take it...Ugh.........Ah.........It's so itchy...So sore...Oh...Oh...It's killing me...Ugh...Ugh...Hmm hmm............"
Tingting was now completely out of her mind, not even knowing where the filming was going, whether it was going to continue or not. Her vagina was numb and swollen from being filled, and she felt a burning pain in her cunt from being violated. Her whole body was burning hot, her mouth was dry, and her heart was pounding like a drum.
Tingting's flower was wide open, and her lustful fluids gushed out of her vagina like a spring that had been blasted open.
The boss thrust in and out more than eight hundred times this time. Tingting's legs were weak, her limbs were powerless, her vision was blurring, and she was covered in fragrant sweat.
The boss thought to himself:
"I really didn't expect that this beauty would be the one I enjoyed before she was even deflowered. Hehe! The taste is really good, it's so enjoyable and pleasurable!"
Tingting's body writhed violently, her jade buttocks twisted and turned, and she sometimes thrust her cunt to welcome the invading hard penis. Therefore, whenever the boss thrust his glans forcefully, it would make Tingting's whole body tremble and go numb.
Based on the leader's experience, he judged that Tingting's strength was failing and she probably wouldn't last much longer.
Tingting's hands clung tightly to the leader's waist, moving with his body's rise and fall.
Suddenly, Tingting's moans rose and fell, from soft to loud, a desperate plea:
"............Ah.........Ah.........I.........I.........I can't take it......I.........really can't take it.........I.........I.........I can't stand it.........Ugh......Ugh...............Ouch.........Ouch.........It's killing me......Ugh.........Ugh.........I.........I'm going to die.........I..............................can't take it.........Ah......Ah......Ah........................"
When her cries stopped, she lay flat, her limbs motionless, like a dead person.
As streams of hot vaginal fluid gushed from her core, wetting her glans,
the boss's penis trembled violently. He could no longer muster any strength, his arms went limp, and he collapsed onto Tingting's delicate body.
His glans, scalding from the vaginal fluid, trembled uncontrollably, and involuntarily, his semen shot deep into her uterus with a "squeak...squeak...squeak" sound.
At this moment, the director shouted,
"Cut! Wow! That's fantastic! This is the best film I've ever shot in my life!"
The crew began packing up.
"Producer! Producer!"
the director called out, pulling at the producer. The producer woke up from Tingting's body and asked,
"Director, how did today's filming go?"
The director exclaimed happily,
"Great! Fantastic! It's so realistic! Producer, you can get up now, we're calling it a day."
"Okay!"
The producer got up and dressed, and the other crew members all left.
Now only the producer, director, and Tingting remained on set.
"Director, what about her?"
"Hey! She's too tired, she's still sleeping. Don't worry about her, let's go. She'll wake up on her own in a bit."
The producer used the scraps of clothing on the floor to cover Tingting's naked body.
"Let's go! Go back and rest!"
With that, the two left together.
Tingting was alone, not knowing how long she had slept on the floor. Suddenly, she felt a sharp, splitting pain in her vulva and slowly woke up.
Instinctively, she touched her vulva with her right hand, finding it stained with blood-tinged vaginal fluid, and burst into tears.
She slowly stood up, wiping away the blood, vaginal fluid, and the man's semen with her underwear. Then, she put on her clothes, put the underwear in her bag, and left the empty room.
Like a lost soul, she walked the streets in the quiet, dark night. She returned to her apartment and first wrote down what had happened that day in her diary. Then, she took the underwear from her bag, which had been used to wipe away the virgin blood, vaginal fluid, and semen, and set it on fire in the room.
Although the evidence was burned away, the inner pain would never subside.
Then, Tingting went to the bathroom to shower, hoping to wash away her wounds with hot water. But she knew it was impossible.
She turned on the tap. The water gurgled and splashed as Tingting began to wash herself, washing away the lessons she had learned that day…
(The End)

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