[Desperate Imprisonment] Chapter 18: The Most Mad and Confused Moment (Includes TXT Collection)

Chapter 18 of 　　*Desperate Imprisonment* : The Most Ecstatic Moment
[Extended Chapter]
I lay comfortably on the large bed, leaning against the gray-white leather headboard, watching Lulu
once again perform the erotic scene of a pure virgin helplessly removing her panties and putting on her bra.
Actually, from yesterday until now, I had forced Lulu to perform several times in front of me,
from her school uniform to her polo shirt, from her bra, from her bath towel to her nightgown, and today, this
t-shirt that had already been stripped down to its bare undergarments… A beautiful young girl, helplessly removing her modesty
clothing in front of you, exposing her youthful body and shy private parts to a man's viewing and even fondling. This
process of "removing modesty and exposing oneself" is itself an unparalleled thrill, no less than sex.
Lulu had already been naked in front of me several times. Now, dressed in just a small pair of panties and a tattered t-shirt, her
two long, slender, white legs were bare to the roots, with a small inverted triangle between her thighs. Above that
, her vulva, encased in panties, bulged out, making her even more alluring and sexy than if she were completely naked. But still
… she was a pure seventeen-year-old virgin, possessing an instinctive sense of shame. When she was once again forced to reluctantly remove
her panties for my viewing pleasure, she still risked angering me by slightly turning her body to the side, barely
concealing her vulva and the bright color of her nipples. She carelessly tossed aside the already tattered piece of t-shirt
… her entire fair and delicate upper body was exposed again, though of course, it was just a piece of fabric wrapped around her waist
anyway, so the difference wasn't significant. Then, she gritted her teeth, seemingly pursing her lips in a mournful gesture, and
reached her hands inside her waistband. With a slight pull, she loosened the elastic panties
a little, removing them from her round, pink buttocks. What adorable panties! Rolled up on a girl's
naturally plump and firm buttocks, they subtly "pull" the flesh down, creating a beautiful and sexy
effect that I could never tire of. Then, she pulled them down to her thighs, lifting one leg, then
the other, until finally, the panties were off her body. Her delicate, smooth genitals once again came into
view.
"Throw them over..." I knew that after playing with Lulu for half the morning, even eating scrambled eggs on her breasts,
she was, after all, a girl, and her lower body was already overflowing with desire. Those panties probably wouldn't escape her fate either.
Sure enough, Lulu didn't dare look at me. She tossed the panties onto the bed, and I picked them up and ran my fingers over them. Although they weren't
completely soaked, the pink "hello" crotch area was noticeably damp and sticky
, even the color of the middle three letters of "hello" had changed slightly—quite a sight.
Meanwhile, Lulu couldn't wait any longer and quickly fastened her bright red, semi-transparent,
low-waisted lace thong—her sister's—onto her hips.
Ah, the fiery passion, paired with Lulu's snow-white thighs and buttocks, was truly beautiful. Only when those panties
were actually on Lulu's buttocks did they actually look so stylish. The entire fabric of the panties, except for
the crotch area which was slightly denser, was actually semi-transparent lace with delicate patterns. It covered Lulu's buttocks
, making her vulva and pert buttocks appear even more alluring. The flesh-colored fabric
peeked through the red mesh, like a fiery invitation. At the sides of her thighs, the panties
narrowed rapidly, leaving only a thin rope at the joint, each tied with a bow.
It was unclear whether these were real knots or some kind of decoration. The most captivating part was, of course, the front design. Lulu's mons
pubis, already high and adorable, was now
tightly wrapped in a low-waisted triangular piece of fabric that almost revealed her labia. A tuft of heart-shaped pubic hair was already peeking out from the edge of the panties. Even
the most crucial area, the vulva and labia, was only slightly covered by finer fabric; it was still
clearly visible, strand by strand. Luckily, Lulu's vulva was closed beautifully and innocently; otherwise, one might suspect
that the most sensitive part of her labia would be kissed and licked by the fabric of these panties day and night. These
weren't just panties for modesty; they were practically accessories inviting men to wantonly violate and ravage her.
Then… Lulu began to put on her bra.
The "snap" of taking off a girl's bra is, of course, heavenly music, but watching a girl
put on a bra in front of you is another kind of eroticism. The bra Lulu wore was the kind with all-over lace; whether it
was the 3/4 cup, the straps, or the back straps, everything was densely embroidered with lace, especially the edge of the cup, which was specially
embroidered with a circle of butterfly wings. Lulu slipped one snow-white arm through the holes between the strap and the cup,
and then put on the other side. Her beautiful, firm, and full breasts seemed to hide within two even more
alluring red clouds, while lace butterflies appeared to flutter around them.
The cotton padding beneath the bra cups kissed her nipples, and fine lace clung to her breasts. I had said that Lulu's breasts were
larger than I had expected—juicy, fleshy, and delicately beautiful—but that was relative to Lulu's age of seventeen
. This bra was clearly a larger size; I even suspected that Lulu might
be a D or a larger cup. However, when Lulu turned her back, straightened her chest, and fumbled for the bra clasp behind her back
, her breasts seemed to have grown another size. They complemented the mature, sensual, and sexy bra, with
playful flesh gently "picking" a crease along the edge. As Lulu fastened the back
clasp of her bra and instinctively adjusted the shoulder straps, the bra's natural push-up effect
beautifully accentuated her cleavage. The interplay of light and shadow created by that cleavage was dreamlike. On the other hand, the
cups were very thin, likely made of a fabric I wasn't familiar with—very elastic.
I could even see Lulu's two adorable little nipples gently protruding. The
delicate embroidered lace butterfly patterns on the cups seemed meticulously designed, as if several cute butterflies
were truly flying around the girl's two precious nipples.
So beautiful, so alluring, so captivating.
I'm so glad I was foolish enough to let Lulu wear lingerie again, especially this vibrant red,
mature and sexy set. Red, white, white, red… it's
a perfect combination of a girl's flesh and intimate craftsmanship. Like a shy bride, like a noble princess, like a flower waiting to be picked, like
a ripe fruit…
the way a girl looks in lingerie… from an aesthetic point of view, it's truly much better than being naked
. The allure and concealment, the half-concealed, half-revealed, seem to exude an even more intoxicating fragrance; as if her
breasts are fuller; as if her genitals are smoother; as if her legs are longer;
as if her buttocks are rounder… red, a fiery red; white, a snowy white. Lace,
snow-white skin, bone structure, fat, delicate ropes, alluring clasps, peaks, little toes—all perfectly integrated.
And… she stood timidly before me, knowing full well it was a humiliating performance, yet she had no choice but to obediently
perform this lewd scene of "wearing her sister's underwear" for me. Her hands hung limply, one hand holding
the other arm, trying to slightly tighten her body, while the other arm, hanging down, instinctively tried to cover her
genitals in vain. It was as if she wanted to block my view of the
tuft of pubic hair peeking out from above the lace edge of her red panties.
Such a beautiful girl.
Such sexy underwear.
Such a beautiful body.
Such a lewd performance.
Such a pure virgin.
Such sorrowful weeping.
Such a sweet fruit.
Such a slightly blooming flower.
It was like a beautiful oil painting.
Was Lulu wearing this underwear…appropriate? No. Her breasts were slightly "empty," and the color
was too bright. The accessories, the almost translucent texture, also seemed incongruous with Lulu's age and image
. But ironically, she exuded a strong sexual aura of being violated, coerced, and sexually abused to the point of madness
.
She truly resembled the Lulu I dreamt of making love with, yet it also seemed as if another girl
… no, another woman, a more mature, more alluring, and slightly proud woman,
was intertwined with Lulu.
And this girl, fused together with me, stood there helplessly, afraid to move, afraid to escape, even
afraid to cry too bitterly, enduring shame and humiliation, waiting for me to defile her virginity!
What was I waiting for?!
I chuckled, pounced, and knelt on the edge of the bed, face to face with Lulu…
I lifted Lulu's chin with my fingertips, admiring this
girl, now completely at my mercy, like a toy. Admiring the snow-white and vibrant red of her body. Lulu was in despair. Though her face was still filled with shame
and sorrow, her tears seemed to have dried up. Her eyes were still red, but there was a hint of waiting
... a shy anticipation of a man's pluck and violation.
I let out a rough "hmm," and pulled Lulu, dressed in her underwear,
into my arms with a somewhat impulsive, even violent, embrace.
Was this an embrace? No, it was fondling, touching! It was a frenzied desecration and invasion!
I felt I wasn't just touching Lulu's body, but also the red underwear she wore, a symbol of "losing virginity
." Or perhaps, the most beautiful work of art I had ever seen.
My hands moved wildly up and down, touching not only Lulu's spine, her hair, and her legs,
but also... most of all, digging, grabbing, and ravaging those sexy parts of Lulu surrounded by the three red laces.
The vibrant red lace mingled with Lulu's snow-white, pure flesh, driving me wild with passion. I used
Lulu's bra straps to rub against her collarbone; I used her suspenders to pinch the protrusion of her back; I
twisted Lulu's bra cups into a ball, wrapping them around her breasts and kneading them desperately until she couldn't help but let out a seductive moan
; I pressed down on Lulu's panties, cupping and playing with her buttocks from the bottom up,
slapping her buttocks hard with my fingers, until she cried out in pain; I used my fingers to push against her panties,
to the cleft of her buttocks, to tease her anus, listening to her sensitive moans when I touched her anus. As for
Lulu's genitals, that full, lovely, smooth slit covered by the finest cotton thread of her panties
, I gave it to a more stimulating part, rubbing and playing with it with my penis.
"Ah...ah...wooo..." Lulu, ravaged by me, quickly let out moans of unbearable shame
, her entire body trembling uncontrollably...and often, she couldn't help but respond to my lewd
actions. I noticed that after just one night of dramatic change, Lulu's body had become even more sensitive. Perhaps
thinking she couldn't resist, she simply succumbed to the torment of sex.
She had even started to "twist." This "twisting" wasn't just a purely instinctive escape
, but a search for more comfortable, softer, and closer points of contact with my body
—a manifestation of sexual desire. Was it unintentional? Or had she already fully embraced this
feast of losing her virginity and being raped? Did she know she couldn't escape and had begun to imagine this as her wedding night
?
When she twisted her neck, her little head would spin with a groaning sound, and her disheveled hair would
flutter even more wildly; when she twisted her torso, her breasts and nipples would crave my comfort through the bra cups
, as if providing a service of nipple play to my ribs; when she twisted her waist, her already fleshy vulva
would now feel like a small cushion, "supporting" my penis, rolling and kneading it there... I even confusedly
forgot when her arms and feet had become stuck to my body like glue... like
an active embrace.
"Ah... do you like it? Do you like it? Do you like it, Stone Brother... playing with you like this?" I continued to
ravage Lulu's body wildly, even seeming to pity the lingerie that had several pieces of accessories damaged by my rough hands.
My palms were already bleeding, but I was still panting like a bull, continuing to fondle and play with Lulu, my mouth spewing illogical and
obscene words.
I even pressed my entire body against Lulu's, pressing her petite frame so hard she could hardly breathe,
frantically licking her neck, my saliva flowing down her delicate neck to her collarbone, then
rolling that saliva with my tongue on her slender collarbone, making it even more abundant, rolling down onto her bra cups
...
Meanwhile, my lower body, using the force of my hips, thrust against Lulu's tender vulva again and again
. My glans, through the fabric, almost stretched open her labia majora... to explore
the tender, virgin world inside.
"Ahhh... It hurts... I like it... No... Be gentle..." Lulu seemed to have lost track of
what she was saying, but it was mostly a murmured, delirious voice: "No, no. Lulu was wrong... She misspoke
... Brother Stone, whatever makes you happy... Do whatever you want... Don't worry about Lulu's feelings... Ah..."
She gritted her teeth and pursed her lips, but she still couldn't resist the instinctive reaction of my frantic fondling of her entire body.
One after another, hazy moans and increasingly seductive groans flowed from between her teeth and tongue.
"Ah..." Then, when I had decided to take things a step further and start inserting my fingers and palms
into Lulu's red panties to caress her peach blossom honey hole,
something even more interesting and unbelievable happened.
Actually, it might just be an accidental movement by Lulu. At that time, I was kneeling on the edge of the bed,
and Lulu was standing on the edge of the bed. Because of the height difference, our positions were about the same.
But I kept hugging and fondling Lulu, and my palms kept touching and playing with Lulu's body. Lulu's two
hands clung weakly to my shoulders...
But perhaps because I used too much force when pinching the flesh of Lulu's vulva through her underwear,
Lulu couldn't help but let out a sharp "Ah..." and pushed me hard...
With Lulu's strength, such a push wouldn't have mattered; at most, she would have just
patted my shoulder. But at that moment, I was kneeling on the bed, to put it bluntly, kneeling on the Simmons mattress, and Lulu
's mattress was particularly soft, so my knees weren't very strong. When Lulu pushed me like that... I actually
lost my balance and fell backward with a "thud"...
"Ah...!!!" Lulu reacted immediately, letting out a startled cry, seemingly reaching out to pull me up
, but I had already fallen.
Of course, there was no pain or discomfort whatsoever. On the contrary, I comfortably lay down
on the soft bed, looking at the half-naked girl in front of me, who seemed embarrassed and flustered, afraid of angering me... Her appearance was even more adorable
, even more arousing my desire to ravage and defile her.
We remained frozen like that for a few seconds. Lulu was genuinely worried that I would get angry, and seemed to want to speak... but
she was too ashamed to utter a word. Because she had probably already figured it out... Besides offering her pure body
for me to repeatedly humiliate and play with, she had no right to beg for mercy.
I chuckled and lewdly beckoned her with my finger, giving her my command: "Come here, lie on top of me
... kiss me..."
Lulu trembled slightly, but didn't hesitate for long. She bit her lower lip, and just like a docile
lover or even a female slave, she crawled on all fours onto the mattress... slowly crawling over and nestling in my
arms. Proactively, shyly, tremblingly... she kissed my cheek.
"Kiss on the lips... harder, with feeling, you know what 'feeling' means? Don't be like a wooden doll. While you
're kissing, say something lewd to make Brother Stone happy."
Lulu stared blankly at me, her eyes filled with grievance, humiliation, and a kind of dullness and despair... After a
while, I watched as two large tears
welled up in her eyes, glistening and watery, and dripped down, "plop," onto my cheek.
To be honest, at that moment, I felt a little soft-hearted... This wasn't to say that I wanted to give up my
desire to rape Lulu and take her body and virginity, but rather that I knew the disgust, hatred, and fear Lulu felt towards me deep down. She was only
being coerced by me to protect herself and Xiao Ai's safety, helplessly offering her tender, juicy body
for my pleasure, hoping that I would get satisfaction from her body and thus give up the idea of harming Xiao Ai.
But to actually ask her to willingly be raped by me like a new female slave, and even to pretend to have some kind of affection...
what kind of "affection" could she possibly have for me?
For a moment, I was also a little discouraged, thinking that I should just give up and stop coercing Lulu into doing these painful, humiliating, and
shameful things. I should play my real role: the rapist, and let Lulu play her real role
: the raped girl. I should have rolled over, violently pinning Lulu's soft body down, holding down her struggling
limbs, sucking on her pink nipples, using my knees to spread her thighs, making her
two tender, white, silkworm-like vulvas, which had already been violated countless times, obediently open as wide as they could. Then I would have
thrust my already hard, burning-hot glans in, moistened by her honeyed juices, plunging deep inside,
exploring from the vaginal opening, enjoying the feeling of her tight vaginal walls enveloping me like cotton. Amidst Lulu's painful and sorrowful
cries, I would have pierced the pink hymen and the point where her vaginal walls met, letting the bright red virgin
blood flow out… Wouldn't that be the moment I wanted, Lulu's most painful moment of revenge?
Although… from last night until now, even I myself have felt that things are a little different from what I initially expected.
Defiled Lulu, taking her virginity and first time, was certainly a source of revenge and pleasure, but what truly gave me enjoyment
were all sorts of unexpected "fun": a beautiful room, beautiful clothes, beautiful lingerie,
beautiful items, beautiful bedding, even a beautiful showerhead and exquisite shower gel, and a
cute little girl who was always clueless in the next room… and also, all sorts of
subtle emotional changes in Lulu's tastes. Even her disgust for me, and her ever-changing "playful" ways of interacting with me since yesterday…
A feeling of shame, pain, yet an inescapable helplessness and humiliation, a sense of being forced to wallow in it.
Like now, what I truly enjoy isn't just Lulu's body, but also that perverse pleasure—
watching Lulu kiss me with suppressed disgust and a sense of shameful depravity…
Sure enough… while I was still hesitating whether to turn over, Lulu seemed to have given in before me. She seemed to have made
a decision, gritting her teeth—this time, the clenching was so loud it made a "crackling" sound—and besides the initial two large
tears, she actually wiped her eyes… forcing back the tears that were about to spill.
"Hmm…" Her voice and expression changed; although she was clearly suppressing a heart full of pain, humiliation, and
resentment, she actually seemed to be expressing some kind of "emotion."
She kissed me with a "plop," but this time, it seemed to carry a real emotion,
a passionate, earnest, yet humiliating kiss on my upper lip…
I felt a surge of pleasure, and contentedly opened my lips, extending my tongue to respond. She kissed me again and again
, her full, lovely lips and a delicate, juicy tongue tracing my upper, lower, and lip tips
.
I was being kissed in such a lewd way. I
felt blissful, as if floating on clouds, exchanging saliva with Lulu, relentlessly enjoying
the entwined, nibbling, and sticky kisses, indulging in unrestrained pleasure on her tender, plump, and juicy lips. This time,
it was truly different…
Compared to the tender kisses between lovers, there wasn't so much affection; more of a blazing
lust, even a cruel torment. The best proof was that our saliva was
overflowing, creating a "tsk tsk" sound in each other's mouths.
But it wouldn't be entirely accurate to say that, like the previous times, it was me who initiated the oral rape of Lulu. This time,
it was Lulu who took the initiative, even quite seriously,
rubbing her lips, teeth, mouth, and gums against every part of my mouth, little by little…
How to describe it? It was as if Lulu was offering her little mouth for me to violate. Yes, that's really
the feeling, like a little sex slave providing her master with ultimate service.
"Say…" I swallowed Lulu's tongue and saliva, feeling as comfortable as walking on clouds, yet still
managing to squeeze out a hoarse command from my throat. I believe that from yesterday until now, Lulu already knows
my preferences and what I want her to say.
I really enjoy hearing Lulu tremblingly utter those lewd words. What I like isn't just
the pleasure brought by the stimulating words, but more so, Lulu's pure innocence, yet desperately searching for
words to defile her virginity and personal dignity, that helplessness and utter shame.
"Waaah... Yes... Lulu kisses Stone Brother, Lulu serves Stone Brother, Lulu attends to Stone Brother... Okay
? Tsk tsk... Lulu licks Stone Brother's whole body, Lulu is very obedient, hoping... tsk tsk... Stone Brother is happy.
This is... waaah... tsk tsk... Lulu should do it. It's Lulu... tsk tsk... on her own initiative. Lulu is just
... waaah... shameless, shameless... wanting to lick Stone Brother... waaah... happy. That's good...
...ruthlessly... ruin Lulu. This is what Lulu should do, waaah... like Lulu's... homework
... tsk tsk... Lulu should do it well. Lulu can't say... waaah... Stone Brother, teach me... teach me...
"
She couldn't really say any lewd words, even using the ridiculous metaphor of "homework,"
but her shameful behavior, accompanied by drool and sobbing moans begging me to "teach" her how to say it, satisfied me.
"Mmm..." My mouth was full of sweetness, I was already quite satisfied with the taste, and I breathed heavily, "pushing" Lulu's head
down a little.
Lulu seemed to understand what I meant, she continued to kiss me, even sticking
out her tongue to lick my neck, and then... slowly, with my hand pushing her, her whole
body sank down to my chest, unbuttoned my pajamas and twisted them open, and began to lick my pectoral muscles and ribs, like a
puppy snuggling against me... and her body rose and fell with her constant licking,
the soft breasts in her red bra cups constantly pressing against my body through the cups. This time,
Lulu didn't dodge, I could even feel that she was deliberately pressing down her chest, so that her small breasts,
wrapped in the lace bra, would repeatedly press against my body, presenting every inch of my skin with
the tactile stimulation of virgin breasts squeezing against it.
Ah…it was a brilliant decision to let Lulu wear her sister's bra. Not only could I enjoy
the texture of Lulu's breasts, but the rustling sound of the lace bra straps created a wonderful blend,
sweeter and more exquisite than complete nudity.
"Ah…you lick so well. Yes, keep licking…lick my whole body, everywhere, especially my nipples
…come on…pull open your bra, don't take it off, just expose your breasts and nipples, use your nipples
to cup them and rub them against mine. Rub, yes, both heads, they have to touch…understand? Rub while
you say…"
I felt like I was in heaven, and I was already urge to ejaculate again, but I couldn't bear to give up this moment of
pleasure from being "clumsily served," so I babbled out incoherent commands.
Lulu, however, dared not resist at all. With a "whoosh," she pulled down the edge of the bright red lace bra cup
a little, causing her snow-white, delicate, full, and juicy breasts to spring out once more. Her
nipples, which were actually those of a seventeen-year-old girl, were practically "lifted" out by her movements. Then, she puffed out
her body, thrusting out her small chest, and with one small hand, like "milking a cow," squeezed her breast, causing her
pink, bean-sized nipple to protrude from her palm. She pressed, squeezed, and bulged it, beginning to
bump, rub, grind, and rotate it against my breast…
And this time… she actually learned to change things up. After a couple of rubbing motions, as if that wasn't lewd enough, or perhaps
feeling it was too dry, she switched to kissing and licking my nipple, moistening it with her saliva.
Then I switched to rubbing her nipples. Besides the firmness of her nipples, her soft nipples also contained
those adorable nipple buds, a symbol of a young girl's purity, rubbing against my chest like small pebbles. My thick
, dark brown nipples and Lulu's pink and cute nipples were truly "head to head," mingling with
Lulu's saliva.
Soft breast flesh, firm nipple buds, firm nipples, bumpy areolas, moist tongue, pretty
teeth, nimble lips... Lulu shamefully touched my nipples one by one, as if experimenting
with which combination of sensations would give me the greatest pleasure.
While serving me, she sobbed and murmured softly against my chest, as if lost in thought
.
"Is this okay? How about this? Waaah... Brother Stone... Lulu is like this, please, Brother Stone..."
…Cheer up. Brother Stone…play with me, play with Lulu. Lulu kisses you, Lulu rubs against you with her little breasts, Lulu
rubs against you with her little sister, Lulu lets Brother Stone play with every part of her, lets Brother Stone do whatever he wants with her, lets Brother Stone ruin her until there's nothing
left. Brother Stone…Lulu has grown up, she can be played with now, she can be bullied by Brother Stone however he wants
. Don't bully Xiao Ai anymore, just bully Lulu, just ruin Lulu, just
play with Lulu, okay? And don't force Xiao Ai to watch Lulu let Brother Stone play with her anymore, okay? If Lulu is too shy, she won't do it, afraid that Brother Stone…
won't play well…Spare Xiao Ai, Lulu can endure whatever Brother Stone plays with her…”
After that, there were some unclear
, lingering pleas, and I couldn't really hear what Lulu was saying anymore. She seemed to be pleading for Xiao Ai, and she really cared about her
little niece's safety and chastity. I avoided the topic, not wanting to admit my desire for Xiao Ai, nor
wanting to extinguish Lulu's hopes. But I was also, of course, immersed in the pleasure and enjoyment of the moment. I couldn't care less about
these other thoughts; my teeth were clenched so hard they were practically chattering, and I mumbled a response:
"Okay... Lulu, be good... okay... just like that, give you Stone Brother... um... just fuck your body.
Lulu... you really know how to lick, it feels so good... um... are you... ah... like a little puppy?"
Saying the words "little puppy," my penis twitched again, as if those three words, while humiliating Lulu
, also brought me a different kind of satisfaction.
This girl, just a dozen hours ago, was a spotless, pure, innocent
girl, probably never even given a boy's signature while holding hands. In the blink of an eye, she had been humiliated, played with, and coerced into becoming a "little
puppy"?
To my surprise, Lulu continued her "homework" on my other nipple while
mumbling incoherently, "Waaah...no. Brother Stone...no...call Lulu...little puppy, okay?"
It sounded like she was grinding her teeth at me, but her voice was plaintive and alluring, carrying a shameful
sob, yet it also seemed...not just bargaining, but more like...the kind of
babbling a girl makes during orgasm. It even sounded like she was trying to please me, randomly choosing a topic to enhance my
pleasure in humiliating her.
Perhaps at this point, she had come to terms with it? That she could endure any humiliation as long as I was
satisfied?
"Hmm?" My mind was in turmoil, unsure how to verbally humiliate and provoke
her next.
"Didn't we agree... that Lulu is... a little maid who's specifically for Stone Brother to abuse, rape,
play with, and serve? Isn't that enough?"
She stammered, adding suffixes little by little, hoping I'd be satisfied. Actually... I'm not that kind of perverted
person, and I didn't really need Lulu to admit that she was my puppy or anything. I was already quite satisfied, but I
could tell that Lulu was cautiously engaging in ambiguous interactions with me, so I pretended to ignore her.
She was indeed both ashamed and frightened, sobbing as she added, "So... isn't a little maid enough? Then...
a little sex slave. Is a little sex slave okay? Waaah... it's a female slave... waaah...
the kind of sex slave that Brother Stone bought. Lulu is Brother Stone's sex slave, Brother Stone is Lulu's master... waaah... a maid
is still a job... waaah... a sex slave... is someone you buy... you don't have yourself anymore... Lulu doesn't have herself anymore
, she's just for Brother Stone to play with, for Brother Stone to rape, for Brother Stone to fuck... here, here, above,
below... all for him. Brother Stone, you're also my stone master... okay?"
I was so overwhelmed by Lulu's sobs that I was completely disoriented. I really wanted to reach out
and touch her hair to show how great it was, but it was just too much fun. My fingers were so numb that they wouldn't move,
and even my throat was making strange gurgling sounds.
The girl lying on my body... perhaps Lulu, engrossed in her lewd service, was a little out of it.
She seemed oblivious to my approval, perhaps thinking I was still unsatisfied, and
burst into tears again, snotty-nosed, continuing to rub her breasts and lick me more vigorously, all the while whimpering
: "Waaah...that's my little puppy...waaah...as long as Brother Stone enjoys it. As long as
Brother Stone doesn't rape Xiao Ai. Lulu is Brother Stone's little maid, little sex slave, and also Brother Stone's little puppy...
it's Lulu who's wronged Brother Stone, so Lulu will be Brother Stone's little maid, little sex slave, little puppy
...to make Brother Stone satisfied...waaah...woof...woof...waaah...is that alright?"
She even seemed to have some inspiration and courage, making two barely audible "woof woof" sounds
, and even wiggled her cute little bottom.
I was truly enjoying it... I was infected by the profound and thorough torment of a girl's personality, by
the pleasure of trampling her until she lost all dignity. For a moment, I felt as if Lulu had truly lost
everything, and I had truly become her master... I felt as if I had obtained everything about this girl, completely destroying
her purity, even her human rights, and all my deepest desires and purposes for coming here had been
fulfilled. Even if I died right now, regardless of whether I had actually defiled Lulu's virginity, it would not have been a loss.
She had ruined my life. And she was already in despair, beyond redemption.
But I felt a pang of reluctance; I was even afraid that Lulu would suffer a nervous
breakdown and go insane from my torment. I frantically searched my mind for a more suitable source of pleasure, and suddenly
, looking at Lulu's worn-out red bra and panties, the delicate
lace embroidery undulating, I impulsively blurted out:
"Alright... little maid, little sex slave, little puppy, anything... how about your Stone Brother's little bride
?"
Lulu's body stiffened abruptly, seemingly shocked by the word "little bride." I felt a pang
of regret, because I truly didn't know whether this title would soften her feelings or intensify
the violation and humiliation. But before I could think further, Lulu only stiffened for a moment, then timidly
looked up at me.
Her eyes were brimming with tears, and it was impossible to tell what she was thinking.
...
"Mmm," she actually bit her lip and nodded, her breath coming in fluent gasps of passion:
"Anything is fine. Okay..."
"Hmm?" "
Whatever Stone wants Lulu to be, Lulu will be."
"..."
"If Stone wants Lulu to be a little maid, a little sex slave, a little puppy, Lulu will call Stone Master; if Stone
wants Lulu to be a little sister, Lulu will call Stone Good Brother; if Stone wants Lulu to be a good student, Lulu will call Stone
Good Teacher; if Stone wants Lulu to be... a good daughter, Lulu will call Stone... a good father; now,
Stone wants Lulu to be a little bride... Lulu will call Stone... husband."
She spoke faster and faster, and it was unclear whether she herself was confused by her own words, believing them, becoming absorbed
... She even bit her lip, a little flustered, and proactively pulled down my pajama bottoms, which were already flying up from my penis
!
She might have fallen into a state of frenzy, recklessly touching the most shameful and forbidden parts of her body
. She pulled down my pajama bottoms, but not completely; instead
, she dragged the ones I had on to my knees. This freed my penis, which was already fully erect and ready to ejaculate at any moment
. While she continued to lick my entire body—ribs, chest,
nipples, neck, belly—she was trembling, her gentle hands frantically kneading, stroking,
pressing, and servicing my penis.
Had she become so engrossed that she was willingly welcoming this penis that could destroy her purity? Did she know that her fate
, her virginity, her innocence, everything she had, would be destroyed in this place?
Having experienced breast sex, oral sex, and anal sex yesterday, Lulu probably understood men's desires more deeply
. This time, she used almost all her care and strength to tease my penis, more attentively and
frantically than yesterday… I felt the pleasure of being rubbed and enveloped from my penis, my blood rushing through my veins
, my head buzzing, and I really felt that I was about to ejaculate uncontrollably again, but I no longer
had the strength to stop her from serving my penis like this.
From top to bottom, from bottom to top, from the glans to the urethral opening, from the shaft to the testicles.
She rubbed my penis, stroking, kneading, touching, squeezing… She didn’t know what kind of
movements would bring a man the most pleasure; she just awkwardly changed her movements again and again, rubbing against my penis
. She even tried to press down on the veins coiled on my penis one by one along the vein lines with her
fingers, and then let them bounce back on their own… This was a completely accidental action, and it made me enjoy
the boundless pleasure of the interplay between smooth and blocked blood flow.
"Husband, ah...husband...Brother Stone is my husband, and I am...Brother Stone's little wife,
his bride. Is this okay? How about this?...Do you want it like this?"
She could barely speak, and I had to strain to understand her plea for confirmation of my pleasure. I was already in a
daze, just pressing down on my lower body to keep the semen there a little longer, so I could enjoy this boundless pleasure
and satisfaction. "Waaah... Lulu is a bride. A little one, the kind of 　　little bride
who lets her husband... play with her body every day . A little bride... waaah... so clean... never been played with by anyone before. 　　And then... she has to be completely... ruined and soiled by her husband alone. Lulu serving her husband... is that okay 　　? He can do whatever he wants with her. Okay? Waaah... Lulu's... bra and panties are all red 　　, just... waaah... what a little bride wears. The bride wears them, for her husband to see 　　... and he'll be happy... and even happier when he ruins her. Okay?" 　　Her two nimble little hands gradually seemed to have found their rhythm, changing positions, 　　serving my penis hundreds of times... Several times, the "pressing" motion under the glans 　　made me almost feel like I was about to urinate, let alone ejaculate. 　　I was speechless, completely intoxicated, even seeing stars... 　　When she mentioned her "bra, panties," as if to match, she lowered her head a few inches, cupping her 　　breasts, and used her snow-white, smooth, soft breasts, along with the hazy, densely woven cups of her bra already "stuck" under her nipples 　　, to envelop my penis, beginning to knead it. 　　This time, her hands were temporarily free, so my semen or urine wouldn't be immediately squeezed out, 　　but having her breasts enveloping my penis, so soft, fragrant, and delicate, was even more appealing. Having learned 　　from yesterday's experience of giving me a blowjob, she roughly knew what to do. She applied pressure from both sides with her hands, allowing 　　her not-so-full breasts to overlap my entire penis and scrotum, while 　　the satin ribbons and padding of her bra, along with the fiery red lace like tiny flowers, scraped against my perineum. 　　I watched my glans move in and out of Lulu's snow-white breasts, pink nipples, and fiery red bra 　　. My dark brown penis, crimson glans, disheveled pubic hair, and throbbing urethral opening resembled an extremely fierce...

The violent weapon rampaged through Lulu's purest, most delicate, and fairest parts... Even I doubted whether
my penis would pierce through Lulu's girlish little breasts.
"Waaah... Is this how it is? Is it enough for your husband to ruin the bride's breasts like this? Here,
here... and here... this head, this flesh... no one has ever seen them before, now they're all
given to you, all given... Are they too soft? Too small? Waaah... I'm sorry... husband... the bride
is still young, waaah... Lulu's breasts aren't big enough, is it not comfortable enough for you? Waaah... But
... the bride only has these breasts left, no matter how big or small, they've all been taken out, waaah
... waaah... all of them, waaah... the bride's body, all of them have been played with... waaah... there's
nothing left, Lulu has nothing left, nothing is left... waaah..."
At first, she seemed to be talking lewdly in a daze, but later... she seemed to be overwhelmed by the shame of being humiliated
, saying that she "has nothing left"... and cried even more pitifully.
Then, while crying, she switched hands and started stroking again. I couldn't figure out her position…
After a while, her hands were probably completely sore and weak, so she changed again… She actually used her wrist
to clamp my penis and start rolling it… This movement was strange and peculiar; I guess it was something Lulu
figured out without any sexual experience. The strength of the wrist is more abundant than the palm, and the tendons and blood vessels in the wrist,
combined with the delicate skin, created a unique sensation. My penis was once again squeezed inwards by the corpora cavernosa, reaching
an endless paradise of gentle pleasure.
To be honest, she changed positions several times, and I was completely confused… I realized that
Lulu was playing tricks on me again, actually teasing me and encouraging me to ejaculate… Maybe she thought that every time
I ejaculated, the time it would take for her to be raped and deflowered would be delayed? But… I was
powerless to stop her.
Because… after rubbing against my palms, fingers, wrists, breasts, nipples, bra, and even seemingly my thighs
… Lulu actually climbed on top of me again, and in some unknown position, began to rub my penis directly against her
softest, purest, most precious, and most shameful part—the delicate
pink labia visible through her panties.
She was probably half-sitting on me, but perhaps afraid of being uncomfortable, it seemed… she was
supporting her weight by propping her thighs against the bed rails, offering her most private parts
for gentle, intimate contact with my most ruthless member.
This position wasn't intense enough, but… that complete loss of self, offering her most shameful parts and position solely for a man's
pleasure, was simply too blissful. I was so happy I almost cried
…
I could hear Lulu’s soft, lingering, increasingly rapid moans and gasps, tinged with tears.
I could hear meaningless syllables like “hmm,” “ah,” “ooh,” and “cough” escaping from her throat,
echoing tenderly in her sister’s boudoir… It was as if even the bed, the bedding, even
the wallpaper, were being etched into her being by Lulu’s voice… etched into the most painful moans of a young girl, a mark
of transforming from a pure and innocent girl into a mere erotic sex toy for men
.
Of course… my ears, after listening to this beautiful sound for a short while, almost closed off. More
sensory stimulation was hitting my central nervous system; my brain couldn’t spare any more energy for auditory
enjoyment. More of a focus was on touch, the heat from the friction of naked male and female genitalia.
The man's penis was so sensitive; I could feel Lulu's full, smooth vulva. Her two
labia majora, wrapped in the silk crotch of her panties, looked like two plump, fleshy silkworms, frantically
rubbing my penis from both sides. My glans was already pressed against the incredibly thin center of her lace panties,
the lace fabric of which had penetrated a few centimeters into her honeypot. To be precise, I
hadn't actually done anything; Lulu had taken the initiative, welcoming my penis into a world completely enveloped by tender flesh
… even though it was only a few centimeters, even though there was still a thin layer of lace… Her slightly parted labia
seemed to contain the most tender folds of flesh in the world, and at the top, there was a small, twisted clitoris
, pressing against the very center of my glans, making the most intimate "point-to-point" contact. Lulu
… even offered up her clitoris?
This was practically the same as completely penetrating Lulu's vagina... I even
felt like I was one with Lulu. This time, Lulu was so proactive... I didn't know
what Lulu was thinking, or if I had driven her to the point of irrationality, but I knew... that I was the first to lose my
ability to think.
Honestly, countless impulses were urging me to get up, push Lulu onto the bed
, and rape her! Rape her! Rape her! At this point, after she had served me like this, after she had encouraged me like this, if
I didn't tear open her fiery red panties, penetrate those two snow-white silkworms, pulverize her pink,
juice-soaked little membrane, and enter her vagina, using my glans to directly greet
the depths of her vagina, watering her uterus with the juices of life, becoming the first man in the true sense of her life,
leaving an indelible stain inside her body... would I even be a man?
But... on the other hand, I felt that this was enough. I felt like I had gotten everything
I wanted. My legs were even cramping, a little painful, but it was just
the cramping from the extreme tension of my body.
Was it more pleasurable to rape a girl, or to be served and ejaculated upon by a girl with such shameless devotion
...? How should I know?! How could I possibly have the judgment to judge right now? And at this moment, the climax was
beckoning me. Did you want me to stop and do something else? I was... I was about to explode, okay
?!
Oh my god! I can't take it anymore. It feels like countless hot currents are surging and crashing through my body,
flowing backwards through all my arteries and veins, pushing and churning my blood towards the source of all pleasure. It's as if
reaching that source will release all the frustration and resentment in my life, giving me the most exhilarating catharsis and
satisfaction… I'm going to ejaculate again!!!
Lulu's movements, Lulu's tears, Lulu's ambiguity, Lulu's pleas, Lulu's breasts, Lulu's
mouth, Lulu's saliva, Lulu's panties, the wetness of Lulu's honey pot, accompanied by Lulu's
lewd words as a "bride," Lulu's vagina vigorously rubbing every nerve ending of my penis…
All of this, like fragments of a colorful, illusory scene, is crashing into my already convulsing brain.
Even if I really had a bride? Even if she really had a body like Lulu's, such
an age, such purity… she couldn't give me this kind of enjoyment, could she? This only happens under extreme confinement and coercion
, the pleasure of utterly ruining and crushing a girl's everything.
For hundreds of thousands of years, hasn't the conquest of women by men been achieved through such extremes?
If this isn't heaven, where is?!
I'm really going to cum again!!!
I'm dizzy and disoriented, my limbs stretched to their limit, but I feel an intensely pleasurable pain in my lower abdomen
...
"Ah..."...
a muffled groan! Release! Convulsions! Contractions! Opening! There's even...pain!!!
I actually cummed...even the sensitive flesh of my glans hurts!
Large gushes of semen gushed from my urethra like a high-pressure water jet.
Every cell in my penis seemed to bloom, sublimate, and ascend to heaven in that instant. I couldn't tell
where the semen went. There was definitely some on the bed, and some on my thighs, but most of it ended up on Lulu's panties
, labia, mons pubis, pubic hair, hands, breasts, or mouth. In
that frenzied ejaculation, what was the contact position between Lulu and my bodies? Which part of her body was being subjected to
this baptism? I was completely oblivious.
...
I was "half-conscious."
...
In my hazy state, I seemed to hear a "click"...
"Click"?
Yes, thinking back, at that moment, I was truly so satisfied that I lost my senses... I really lost my mind
. I lay there on Lulu's big bed, feeling dazed and confused, like I was drunk. I
didn't care about anything in the real world. I was like an infant reluctant to leave its mother's breast,
unwilling to pull my senses back to reality.
I just enjoyed it...
just enjoyed it...
just enjoyed it...
who cares about the sounds...
...How much time passed? A few seconds? A few tens of seconds? A few minutes?
Who cares... just enjoying it...
Lulu... probably passed out too? Or was she scared by my large amount of semen? I don't think I
felt Lulu's body touching mine. Was Lulu lying next to my legs? On the edge of the bed? Or
... had Lulu fallen off the bed?
Actually... a few tens of seconds really did pass before I regained a tiny bit of rationality.
The cramping pain in my legs from that "thrust" had subsided. I slightly lifted
my foot, wanting to kick Lulu, who should be lying next to me...
Eek? Did I miss? Didn't hit Lulu?
Whatever… just enjoy it…
The joy and satisfaction have spread from my aorta to my capillaries. The stars in my vision, initially appearing rapidly
, are gradually fading away… The dim light in the room is also gradually dissipating… My
vision is returning.
…How much time has passed? A few seconds? A few tens of seconds? A few minutes?
Wait…
wait, when I was in that hazy state, wasn't that a “click”?
A “click”? What was that sound?
It sounded familiar. I think I've heard it somewhere before, like just now.
Right, I remember now, it's kind of funny, when I locked Xiao Ai in the room twice,
that was the sound I heard when I locked her door from the outside. It sounds so familiar!
…
…
No!
No!!!
I suddenly realized…
during my semi-conscious state of being in a daze for maybe a few tens of seconds…
the door to this room was locked from the outside!
I abruptly opened my eyes…and looked around.
The ground beneath my feet was a mess. Only my pajama bottoms remained around my ankles, along with Lulu's
tattered underwear and t-shirt, which she had taken off first. The messy sheets were covered in my semen…
But where was that fair-skinned, delicate little maid, little sex slave, little puppy, little bride?
Lulu… she actually ran away!!!
And she locked the door!!!
Did Lulu decide to escape after bringing me to orgasm? Or had I been tricked from the very beginning
?
I… I was tricked like this!?
(To be continued)

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