The girl who took the medicine

In the depths of Taipei at night, Johnny's studio apartment is shrouded in darkness, its curtains drawn. Inside, the sounds of crashing waves mingle with the cries of seagulls and the distant whistles of ships. ... Soon, the faint, ethereal strains of an electric organ drift in, as if playing medieval European religious music... ...

The continuous, resonant notes grow clearer, more melodious and varied; like celestial music rising from the heavens, soaring into the night sky; then, as it scatters like boundless golden light, about to fill the room with the bliss of paradise...

Suddenly, a low, heavy, and murky chanting of monks arose from the ethereal atmosphere, like tendrils of vines coiled in a dark forest, binding a lost traveler in the damp gloom… refusing to loosen their grip on his (or her) limbs, slowly, step by step, gnawing and eroding his (or her) flesh…

Lying on her back on the bed, Yang Xiaoqing's petite body twisted and writhed with the chorus of male voices; her hands seemed to struggle incessantly, sometimes clutching the sheets and pillows, sometimes rubbing and smearing her naked body, as if trying to drive away, yet unable to brush away, the vines clinging to her; they were like countless living, writhing snakes, centipedes, lizards, and scorpions, coiling and wrapping around her limbs, crawling back and forth on her naked flesh…

Just moments before, amidst the surging waves and splashing spray of the sea, Xiaoqing had desperately begged Johnny, whom she had just met, not to make her wait any longer, eagerly pleading with the man to insert his large penis into her body, to give her "pleasure" and satisfy her

.

...

... Although Yang Xiaoqing had long since lost all reason, both physically and mentally, and didn't care at all who she slept with; and her aroused body,

stimulated by the oral sex with Xu Libin at the teahouse that evening and the passionate dance with a man at "Silver Star" after dinner, was incredibly excited and ready to accept male genital penetration!

However, this journalist and photographer from England to Taipei seemed unsatisfied with merely seducing a beautiful woman into bed; he also wanted the woman, in a state of blurred consciousness, to allow him to record her burning desire and the frenzy of her body being enjoyed by a man. Based on the superiority complex of white colonialists, he wanted to occupy and conquer the so-called "exotic" Eastern woman in his mind; using near-perverted, even sadistic methods to manipulate and play with the female body "objectified" by his male consciousness…

Even if Johnny didn't know these reasons, and couldn't possibly admit to having such a mindset, it was undeniable that he had no interest in understanding Yang Xiaoqing's feelings and behavior. He had used only verbal skills, alcohol, drugs, and fantastical music to manipulate her, leaving her bewildered and desperately seeking physical comfort and sensual satisfaction.

However, at this moment, Xiaoqing's thinking was completely confused and her emotions chaotic. She was powerless to question or resist what was happening before her eyes!

She felt an extraordinary abnormality throughout her body, inside and out. All her organs were extremely sensitive, as if no part of her could accept even the slightest stimulation. Not to mention the raging fire of lust within her, which had ignited every nerve, every vein, and every muscle; it was as if the oil and fat in her body were burning fiercely; the boiling blood and all the secreted fluids were overflowing from her internal organs, dissolving her bones and flowing into every inch of her skin…

Xiaoqing's naked body convulsed and trembled uncontrollably on the bed; she writhed and tossed about uncontrollably... Her hands frantically pulled at her hair, squeezed her breasts, and frantically dug at her nipples; her legs opened and closed repeatedly... Her buttocks spun like a millstone, rising and falling... She grabbed a large tuft of dark pubic hair and tugged at it; she pinched her labia and frantically rubbed her purplish-red clitoris...

"Click, click! Click..." Johnny didn't miss the chance and continued to film Xiaoqing's condition.

The video camera on the tripod, flashing a red light, automatically recorded this heart-stopping scene; amidst the chanting of the monks, Yang Xiaoqing's moans and sobs; her shrill screams and cries; and her continuous, urgent calls and cries... without missing a single detail, faithfully and completely. The soaring

,

almost sacred, electronic keyboard music contrasted sharply with the low, unified chanting of male monks. It was like a traveler mired in mud, struggling and yearning for a distant, ethereal liberation and freedom. The music alternated and intertwined, creating a scene reminiscent of a Borsch painting: countless naked figures reveling in ecstatic bliss, then being cast into the magma of purgatory, suffering unimaginable torment.

In this chaos, Yang Xiaoqing felt as if she too was destined for the same fate, as if she were destined to bear and endure the suffering of this life before she could escape the sea of misery and taste the joys of paradise. She even felt she had to deeply experience the unbearable torment and torture before she could possibly find liberation and freedom.

Whether it was the music filling her ears or the dreamlike vision she was witnessing, Xiaoqing's mind conjured an image of Christian martyrs bound to crosses, burning in the flames, crying out in agony as their bodies were seared by the flames, yet gazing up at the sky billowing with smoke, their eyes filled with infinite longing, waiting for the Father to extend a merciful hand to embrace them and lead them into heaven…

She saw Saint Sebastian, half-naked and bound to a tree trunk, riddled with arrows from his neck and chest to his abdomen and thighs, bright red blood gushing from his pale body; she watched as the saint's body convulsed, twisted, and trembled in pain, yet at the same time, she saw his bright eyes, pleadingly looking towards the sky, as if he had already found release in God's kingdom…

Xiaoqing heard countless screams, like the cries of men, women, and children huddled together in an ancient arena, being devoured by lions; like the howls of monks and believers being whipped in a medieval church;

like the agonizing cries of prisoners undergoing torture in their cells. What heinous crimes had these people committed? Why must their bodies be cut open and severed; their skin and bones torn apart and broken? Why must their organs be dissected and ripped out; their skin to be corroded and rotten?…

Yes! The guilty must repent to be forgiven; but who teaches whom to sin, or are all people born with sin, destined to suffer punishment and divine retribution? Or is it that everyone who has never erred is also destined to bear the sins of others? Or must they experience the pain of others to be redeemed?…

“No!…No! I don’t understand, I don’t understand!…Am I wrong? Am I guilty too?”

…

Xiaoqing felt utterly desolate and sorrowful; but she truly did not understand. Even if she wanted it, she couldn't possibly understand. She could only scream in her heart again and again. Because at this moment, Johnny had already put down his camera, leaving only the video camera on the tripod, continuing to record his further manipulation and treatment of Yang Xiaoqing.

He pulled Xiaoqing's legs off the bed, her eyes glazed over, her head shaking violently, constantly moaning and crying out, until her buttocks were almost touching the edge of the bed…

Johnny grabbed Xiaoqing's ankles and pulled them apart, lifting her legs high, bending her knees, and pressing her against the edge of the bed, so that her entire vulva was wide open, facing the video camera. Her bright red opening, glistening with semen, swollen like flower petals, was prominently displayed between two large, white, plump labia majora... And at the top of her vulva, the mons pubis, covered by tangled pubic hair, rose like a small hill, like a freshly steamed bun with a deep slit cut in the center, revealing the juicy filling inside; under the spotlight, it appeared even more vibrant and alluring! …

Xiaoqing lay on her back, her legs pinned down by Johnny, unable to close them. She could only continue to groan and cry out, twisting her upper body repeatedly. Her hands flailing and tearing at the sheets and her own body; her long, disheveled hair, tangled with sweat, clung to her cheeks as she shook her head. …

The black bedspread, hastily pulled up by Xiaoqing, partially obscured her white body, creating a stark contrast in Johnny's eyes and on the video camera. Xiaoqing, already delirious, was neither able nor attentive to these details. When the smooth satin fabric of the bedspread touched Xiaoqing's naked body, she felt her entire skin become sensitive; as if her burning body was being comforted by the cool dampness, she felt it sliding up and down her flesh like ripples of water; it made her desperately need its coverage, so she pulled the sheets even more urgently, pulling them closer to herself...

"You can't cover your naked body! Kimberly, I want you to be completely naked for me today!"

Johnny insisted in a low voice, refusing to let her have her way. At the same time, he ripped the black satin bedspread off Xiaoqing's stomach and chest. Xiaoqing instinctively bent her elbows, using her bent arms and hands to cover her breasts, shaking her head and crying out:

"No!... I'm so ashamed! I... I'm so ashamed!" But her nipples were already hard and swollen!

Xiaoqing pulled the black satin back with her other hand and covered her face. This time, Johnny let her have her way, only forcefully pulling Xiaoqing's hands away from her chest, ordering her to spread her arms wide like the Chinese character "大" (da, meaning "big") with her palms and elbows facing upwards, and not to move unless ordered to.

Yang Xiaoqing obeyed. She felt like a nun in a convent, having broken some rule and now being punished by the abbot on the church altar. ...Amidst the increasingly low and murky chanting of the male monks around her, her nun's habit was lifted up, stripped naked underneath, and her legs were spread wide apart; the nun's headscarf, which she had been wearing but had been torn in half, covered her face, making it impossible for her to see the glaring torch in the darkness, or to recognize the priest's face.

Xiaoqing seemed to hear a stern voice pointing out that she had committed the sins of greed, blasphemy, and shamelessness.

They said she was consumed by lust and forgot to revere the divine; they said that although she had converted to God, she refused to abstain from animalistic desires, indulging in the pleasure of masturbation day and night; even as a nun married to the Father, she repeatedly deceived God and committed adultery. ... Therefore, she must be nailed to the cross, under the dying gaze of Jesus Christ, before the image of the Virgin Mary's lament, to receive punishment and to appease the Father's anger...

Xiaoqing, her face covered, heard whispers from the monks' chanting, as if commenting on her naked body, saying how could she not even control such a small body; how could she so easily succumb to emptiness? So easily tempted by the devil, she became so wretched that even her flesh was soaked!

She felt as if the monks were scrutinizing her spread legs; she heard them discussing the unsettling reaction she would have when the "torture insects" burrowed into her vagina; she heard one monk say she would violently twist her hips, another say she would be too scared to move, because any movement would result in a whipping, so she could only squeeze her buttocks together...

Her face was covered by black satin, and Xiaoqing shook her head violently. Her mind screamed:

"No!...No! Don't use any...torture insects. Punish me!...Oh God!

Please, whatever punishment you give...I'll accept it, but please don't use any torture insects!"

Yang Xiaoqing, completely naked, struggled to twist her upper body left and right; trying to cover herself, but her outstretched arms were bound to a cross, unable to move; trying to close her legs and kick, she found her ankles shackled to the edge of an altar, and her knees pried open by the monks, preventing her from closing them. In her mind, Xiaoqing knew she had no choice but to resign herself to fate and let the faceless priest deal with her and punish her in place of God! ...

The

so-called "torture worm" was nothing more than a snake-shaped thing that Johnny had taken from a drawer, something he'd somehow acquired. It was about a foot and a half long and an inch in diameter; one end had a "glans" the size of a plum

; but its slender, soft body was actually a pinkish-white, opaque aphrodisiac. To put it bluntly, this thing was simply a vaginal aphrodisiac for women experiencing vaginal dryness and insufficient lubrication during sexual intercourse. ...

When inserted into a woman's vagina, the stick would gradually dissolve with body heat, stimulating the vaginal walls and causing them to secrete abundant sexual fluid. Because of its potent effects, when used on a woman with low libido, it is sufficient to lubricate her and make her receptive to penile penetration; however, for a woman already aroused, if inserted into her already hot and moist vagina, the pill will immediately cause her to overflow with vaginal fluid, urging her uterus to contract violently and resulting in excessive vaginal discharge!

The sound system continued to play the monks' chanting, and the video camera, still flashing its red light, automatically recorded everything happening on the large bed. Johnny remained silent, first setting the pill aside, and then began to gently scrape Yang Xiaoqing's naked body with his fingernails. This immediately caused Xiaoqing's sensitive skin to itch intensely, and she couldn't help but moan. But what she saw in her mind was hundreds of tiny insects, lice, and cicadas crawling on her exposed body; and as they passed, they left behind countless pupae and lice eggs, which covered and stuck to her skin in spots…

“No!… Ah~, no, don’t!… No!” she groaned in helpless resistance…

Yang Xiaoqing trembled with fear, her skin shaking uncontrollably. But her outstretched arms were immobile; only her small hands kept clenching into fists, opening and closing, then clenching again… She couldn’t pull her legs off the edge of the bed, and could only maintain the posture of her knees spread apart and her thighs fully extended. …As if in this posture, Johnny would think she was completely voluntary, that she was eagerly awaiting his next move!

Suddenly, the monks shouted loudly and loudly in unison a Latin chant, yelling out demands and pleas of unknown meaning. Xiaoqing's trembling became uncontrollable; her spread knees trembled violently as she felt sensations within her body; like crawling ants, they were burrowing into her vagina; some clung to the vaginal walls, biting incessantly, while others crawled deeper into her flesh…

"Quick! Quickly give her the torture insect! She needs it!… She desperately needs it!" the monk chanted.

"She has betrayed the Father! The woman who has betrayed the Father desperately needs the torture insect!" the monk repeated.

"Shameful! Filthy!… This woman's body, how shameful, how filthy!" he chanted again and again.

"No!… No!… Oh God! Ahhh! Oh God!" Yang Xiaoqing screamed.

Because Johnny had already parted her wet labia and inserted the large, snake-like glans of the drug into Xiaoqing's vagina. The egg-sized round head was pushed deep into her vagina!

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