Shh~ Be careful on your way home from get off work (01-05)

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(I) A light, misty rain began to fall on the streets at dusk. L gripped the steering wheel, the radio crackling with the rapid-fire chatter of a talk show host. The rain caused traffic to move slowly, sometimes stopping, sometimes starting. The hazy air made it difficult for L to see the traffic lights ahead; he could only carefully avoid bumping into motorcycles weaving through the gaps. It seemed to be a red light; three crimson lights illuminated the rear of the SUV ahead. L slammed on the brakes, the tall car slowly coming to a stop, the sweltering air puffing white smoke from the air conditioner. L shifted into park, letting his tired right leg rest for a moment. He habitually glanced left and right, then casually picked up a cigarette from the dashboard and lit it. The glow of the burning tobacco reflected the man's face on the window; the woman in the back seat of the taxi next to him seemed drawn by the light, glancing up at L. On a late summer night, a layer of white mist condensed on the taxi window. The woman held a small book; judging from the color blocks on the cover, it vaguely resembled a novel by Miyabe Miyuki. The taxi slowly began to move forward, and the woman's face, half-hidden by the book, shifted from profile to her back. I liked her sideburns and black-rimmed glasses. I pressed the accelerator,
abruptly turning the steering wheel to the left, cutting into the left lane. ********** ... Whether it was the strap of her purse or something else that caught on the car door, the woman crouched down as if to pick something up. Her long, straight hair suddenly cascaded down, obscuring her neck, chest, and half her face. She quickly darted past the taxi with its hazard lights flashing and squeezed into the parking space ahead. The headlights of oncoming cars shone on the taxi door, casting long shadows of her high heels onto the wet asphalt. She grabbed a package from the passenger seat, jumped out, and ran into the office building lobby. The rain intensified. **********************************************************************************
The woman exited the elevator on the 10th floor. She came out from the 13th floor and casually turned left towards the direction of the lights. "Mr. Lin Zhicheng's package." "Sorry, we don't have that person here!" replied the woman behind the reception desk, who was tidying up to leave work. "Oh?" l pretended to pick up her phone, muttering to herself for a while. "Excuse me, is this 313-3, 13th floor?" "That's the building next door, you've gone to the wrong place." "Sorry, thank you." l left the office and turned to walk towards the fire escape. l pushed open the fire door and walked up the escape stairs to the 10th floor. In the office on the left, a figure was still moving…
The person slowly left the office, and the lights in the space behind the glass door gradually went out, until finally only the spotlight on the counter at the entrance remained. The figure moved out of the glass door, looking down and rummaging through a purse for identification or keys. It was her… The woman felt a sudden darkness before she lost consciousness.
The first impression the woman had when she regained consciousness was a pungent smell of cigarettes. The woman's nose, allergic to smoke, made her want to cough, but the huge object stuffed in her mouth prevented her from coughing up. "You're awake, Miss Chen?" a deep male voice came from somewhere. "By the way, should I call you Wanfen or Tracy?" Tracy opened her eyes; all around her was darkness. Tracy tried to struggle, but found her hands bound above her head, her legs fixed at the ankles, stretched wide to the sides. Tracy twisted her wrists and body, trying to kick her legs. She didn't move… The woman's nostrils flared with agitation, tears streaming down her face. She gasped, panted, shouted, screamed, but only heard her own sobs. She twisted, twisted, twisted, feeling her sweat trickle down her chin, neck, and collarbone, slowly seeping into her bra. The woman didn't give up the opportunity and continued to work hard... (II) Tick-tock... Tracy was tired, her sweater soaked with sweat. Tracy's hands and feet were sore and numb, and the mascara that had melted from her tears was about to smudge her eyes. Tracy was tired, and stopped resisting and struggling... After no longer struggling in vain, Tracy saw more things in the room and heard more things. The clock in the distance ticked away, then suddenly chimed. Tracy suddenly realized that she was in her boss's office, and behind her was the sofa in the room. Occasionally, the headlights of cars on the street below flashed across the ceiling. Ding~ Ding~ Ding... It was eight o'clock. The building manager would go home and lock the gate after eight o'clock, and after that, except for the occasional person using a chip card to enter or leave the building, every company in the entire building would be asleep. Tracy couldn't imagine what would happen to her next. *********************************************************************
"If you had listened earlier, you wouldn't be so tired now," the man's voice drifted from the darkness again. "Look at you, your makeup is all smudged." The man's huge shadow appeared in front of Tracy, reaching out to take a tissue to wipe away Tracy's tears. The man's eyes shone brightly in the darkness, staring directly at Tracy. "Be good, and you won't get hurt, understand?" The man's gaze was very persuasive, making Tracy nod involuntarily. "I'm going to take that thing out of your mouth now. Don't scream, understand?" The man whispered in Tracy's ear, his face close to hers, Tracy could clearly feel his body heat. "If you scream, I'll punish you," the man's whisper sent chills down Tracy's spine. The man untied the ribbon behind Tracy's head and removed the ball from her mouth. Tracy first felt a sharp pain in her cheek, then realized that saliva had already soaked her chest. The man wiped the saliva from Tracy's face and body, poured a glass of water to her lips, and then Tracy realized that because she had been keeping her mouth open, her throat was so dry that she couldn't make a sound. "You can only speak when I tell you to, otherwise I will punish you," the man commanded. "Are you going to rape me?" Tracy asked tremblingly. "Beep! You've broken the rule!" Tracy suddenly felt a powerful electric current run through her body from her waist, causing her to arch up like a shrimp and then fall back down. The current caused Tracy's tears and snot to gush out like a fountain, accompanied by screams. "You can only answer when I ask you questions, and you are only allowed to answer what I ask you," the man's voice held a hint of pleasure. "Otherwise, next time I will punish you in a more severe way, understand?" "Yes," Tracy replied like a mosquito. "What's your Chinese name?" "Chen Wanfen." "And your English name?" "Tracy." "How old are you?" "25." "What's your height and weight?" Tracy looked at the man beside her, confused. "Answer quickly, or I'll punish you." The man in the darkness seemed to be smiling. "163cm, 50kg." "What are your measurements?" "Huh? This…" Tracy felt the man's stun gun pressed against her waist again. "34, 25, 35, I guess." "What do you mean by 'I guess'? Do you want to be punished?" "I haven't measured in a long time…" Tracy explained hastily. "What bra size?" "D…" "Do you have a boyfriend?" "No." "Have you dated before?" "Yes." "How many?" "Two." "Do you have any sexual experience?" "Huh?" Tracy hesitated for a moment. This time, the current didn't come from her waist, but from between her toes. An electric current started between Tracy's toes and traveled upwards through her spine, neck, and to the top of her head. Tracy lost control of her bladder. Urine slowly trickled down her thighs, filling the air with the smell of ammonia. The woman sobbed. "Have you ever had sexual experience?" "Yes..." "How many times?" "I forgot." Fear filled the woman's eyes. "I really forgot, please don't punish me." "When was the last time?" "About a year ago." "What positions do you like?" "I don't know..." Tracy answered timidly. "Front? Back? Or with you on top?" The man's figure gradually approached Tracy. "I've only ever been front, I'm afraid to be behind..." The woman's voice grew softer and softer. "Then where on your body are you most sensitive?" The man's face was now close to Tracy's ear. "I...I don't know..." The woman's voice grew softer and softer... softer and softer... (III) Tracy hoped that all of this was just a nightmare. The man seemed in no hurry to enter her body. He began by licking and nibbling at Tracy's ears, patiently stimulating her delicate earlobe again and again. Sometimes he bit, sometimes he teased Tracy's earring with his tongue. Tracy felt the blood rush to her head, making her ears feel hot and throbbing. The man's tongue licked along her sideburns and neck, gently scraping Tracy's skin with his teeth. He rubbed his stubble against Tracy's collarbone. Contrary to Tracy's expectations, the man skipped over everything covered by her clothing and buried his head between her thighs. He avoided her underwear, persistently licking the inside of Tracy's thighs back and forth. Tracy sobbed, while the man's tongue made her thighs tense to the point of cramping. The man's tongue moved from the front of her knees to the back, then down her shins to her ankles. The man delicately played with Tracy's ankles, which were wrapped around the straps of her sandals, causing her toes to involuntarily curl. He slowly took each of Tracy's carefully painted toenails into his mouth. "Please don't..." Tracy pleaded like a mosquito. "You spoke without asking, you deserve punishment." Tracy wanted to scream but held back, a sharp, bright pain shooting through the area where the man had plucked her pubic hair. "Don't what?" the man asked. Tracy didn't speak again, only shaking her head and weeping. The man's arms encircled Tracy's waist, lifting her up. Tracy felt a chill on her waist, as if the man had pressed something metallic against her skin, followed by a "smack-smack" sound. "Such a beautiful thong," the man said, placing his prize on Tracy's face. "It's a pity the smell is a bit too strong." Tracy turned her head to try to get away, but her chin was held by the man and she couldn't move. The man's figure disappeared from her sight again. Tracy felt a hot air blowing on her genitals. It must be the man blowing on her genitals... Tracy closed her eyes and just prayed that it would all be over soon. Tracy felt the man's tongue kiss her clitoris, while his fingers parted her labia. The man skillfully used his tongue and mouth, playing with her from the opening of her labia majora all the way to her clitoris, vaginal opening, and anus. A strong sense of nausea and disgust surged into her heart. Tracy couldn't control the twisting of her whole body. Suddenly, her vaginal opening was stretched open, and Tracy's heart skipped a beat. "Finally..." Tracy thought... But things didn't go as Tracy expected. There was a little pain when her vagina, which hadn't been penetrated for a long time, opened, but the feeling of penetration was not the fullness she felt when her boyfriend penetrated her body before. Instead, it felt more like the feeling of using a tampon. A strong vibration came from deep within her lower body, the intense stimulation on her cervix making Tracy's eyes roll back. Tracy dared not ask; the intense, periodic vibrations felt like a thousand ants gnawing at her bones, and the tears she had finally managed to stop were violently reopened. Tracy gasped for breath. Tracy took deep, heavy breaths. Tracy closed her eyes and shook her head violently. Tracy's face was contorted. Tracy didn't know how long her limbs had been tense, only that every muscle in her body felt like it was about to cramp. She lost all sense of time... she lost all sense of space... Tracy vaguely felt her muscles relax, the vibrations in her vagina echoing in her ears like thunder. She didn't know how much time had passed... She was tired... She didn't want to resist anymore... Tracy suddenly found herself floating in mid-air... Looking at herself, bound to the sofa in an inverted T-shape... Like a rag doll... "Do you want me to fuck you?" A gentle voice sounded in her ear, pulling Tracy back to reality. "Do you want me to fuck you?" the man asked again. "Yes..." Tracy answered reflexively. The next second, Tracy felt endless doubt and fear at the fact that she had answered that word without thinking. ********************************************************************************
He leaned back on the sofa, watching the woman struggle to stand up. The woman's legs, which had been bound for hours, had no strength and she fell and rolled onto the carpet. He lit a cigarette, leisurely enjoying the scene. "I'll count to five, and if you don't come over, I'll punish you." The woman, scrambling and stumbling, reached L's feet, a remote control raised in her right hand. L grabbed her waist and lifted her onto his lap. The woman didn't resist, obediently straddling L's waist. She dared not look L in the eye; her long, dark hair fell down, obscuring her downcast face. L rolled up her skirt, one hand reaching around her buttocks, slowly withdrawing the vibrator. As the vibrator left her vagina, the woman's muscles tensed, and she made a clicking sound. "Sit on top yourself, count to three hundred and I'll let you go," L said, brushing her hair behind her back and supporting her waist. The woman looked up at L, her eyes filled with exhaustion and resentment. "Sit on top and move yourself, count to three hundred and I'll let you go." **********************************************************************************************
Tracy felt she had lost all sense of shame. Although her reason was still telling her it wasn't right, her body had mustered its last bit of strength to stand up. Her hands, still bound behind her back by the man, meant Tracy could only barely maintain her balance by relying on his hands supporting her waist. "Ah..." Tracy felt her clitoris hit something hard, and slowly moved her waist, trying to align it with her vaginal opening. After several attempts, Tracy finally managed to wed the hard object at her vaginal opening. Tracy tried to slowly lower herself, feeling her lower body gradually being stretched and swollen. The man seemed endless; no matter how much Tracy lowered herself, she couldn't reach the end. Suddenly, Tracy felt her body being lifted upwards; the man's waist suddenly arched. Tracy felt her legs buckle, and she lost her support, falling onto the man. The hard object, like a giant wooden stake, surged into the deepest part of Tracy's body as she fell. Every muscle tensed, every pore opened, and Tracy felt as if her entire lower abdomen had been pierced, as if the man had shoved a breath into her stomach. Tracy wanted to scream, but only gurgling sounds came out. Tracy felt her toes curl, her toenails scraping against the leather of her sandals. Tracy felt her hands clench, her long toenails digging into her palms. Tracy felt all the secrets of her body being filled by the man. Tracy arched her neck, gasping for breath… gasping for breath… **************************************************************************
He sat up, wrapping his arms around the woman's waist, and unbuttoned her light blue blouse. Her half-cup bra was revealed, her full breasts appearing even whiter in the moonlight. l felt the movement of his body cause his glans to scrape against the woman's soft cervix, and the woman's face flushed as she let out a soft moan. l leaned down again, letting the woman's entire weight press down on his glans through her uterus. The woman still didn't move... l unhooked the woman's bra, and her pear-shaped, full breasts suddenly popped out. "Aren't you going to start moving? If you don't move, I'll punish you!" (IV) "Please...please...have mercy on me..." After the third or fourth time her whole body convulsed, the woman cried and collapsed onto l. The scent of jasmine in her hair wafted into l's nostrils, making l almost want to pity her. "You've only counted to two hundred and fourteen...there are still eighty-six more." "I really can't take it anymore..." The woman cried with snot and tears streaming down her face, burying her head in l's chest and desperately trying to beg for mercy. "Then it's my turn." The woman still didn't lift her head, nodding frantically in l's chest. "Then I'll punish you for not exercising enough to build up your strength." He flipped the woman onto the sofa. The woman didn't struggle at all, obediently lying face down. "I'll punish you with eighty-six strokes first." He took out something and applied it to his enormous penis. ********************************************************************************
The man's penis penetrating her anus came so suddenly that Tracy had no time to react. Her boyfriend had previously inserted his fingers into Tracy's anus, but that experience had left her in excruciating pain for the next three or four days. It was even more painful than her first sexual experience… When the man made Tracy lie face down, she only thought he was going to adopt a rear-entry position…
but unexpectedly… Tracy couldn't even scream. It wasn't pain… actually, being penetrated by the man now didn't hurt at all… it felt like having diarrhea and about to throw up. The man's enormous penis thrust in and out, and Tracy felt as if her body was being torn in two... The man's enormous penis thrust in and out, and Tracy felt her uterus contracting repeatedly... Tracy felt a strong surge of heat flowing through her lower abdomen, sometimes to her bladder, sometimes to her uterus, sometimes rushing up her legs to her toes, and sometimes rushing back to her abdomen. The man's thrusting was like a giant pump, slowly draining Tracy of all her remaining reason. Tracy couldn't control her throat; she felt as if she were
screaming, or perhaps moaning. Tracy felt her lower body dissolving, as if she had lost control of her bladder once again. ********** ... The woman's anus offered no resistance, only clenching rhythmically with the numbers. Her hands, bound by tape, gripped L's wrists, her taro-colored nail polish intertwined. "Two hundred and ninety-nine...three hundred..." With the woman's weak voice, L stopped. L stopped moving, but the woman's body continued to writhe. L felt his penis swirling inside her, circling. Strong spasms emanated from her skin. The woman's body stopped twisting, only soft sobs emanating. L turned the woman over, facing her. L lifted her bound hands, the tape hissing as he untied it. L grasped her freed hands, gently loosening her stiff joints. L held the woman in his arms, slowly penetrating her… no wild thrusting, only gentle circular movements of his hips. The woman's legs automatically wrapped around L's waist. The woman rested her head on L's shoulder, rubbing against his neck. The woman hugged him tighter, her sharp nails lightly gliding across L's back. Her moans turned into cries, then back into moans. L hoisted the woman's legs onto his shoulders, her white high-heeled sandals swinging weakly. The woman's nails dug into L's arms before releasing them… In the darkness, their Y-shaped figures finally overlapped. (V) The light turned red, and L slowly applied the brakes. A motorcycle slid quickly through the gap on the right and stopped ahead. A woman wearing a cream-colored knit top, the dark bra straps faintly visible beneath the fibers. "It's time for song requests…" came the familiar voice of the radio host. "Tracy from Taipei is requesting a song for that handsome guy from that rainy night. Tracy says that although it was only a short one-night encounter, she really wants to see him again, the unknown handsome guy. Tracy says you have her phone number and address, please contact her quickly…" The traffic started moving again…

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