The Surprises of My Wife's Trip

Published on April 28, 2016, in the first chapter of First Club. Unexpected.

Qianhan is my wife. In the early days of our relationship, my impression of her was simply that of a beautiful, intellectual woman.

She had long, flowing hair, a slightly childlike face, a confident yet easily shy and adorable look, and usually wore black-rimmed glasses. She was always polite to everyone. However, after we had our intimate relationship, Qianhan gave me two huge surprises. First, her figure was completely different from her face; she had an extremely hot, curvaceous body. The moment she took off her clothes, the word "dignity" was thrown into the trash. Second, her level of acceptance of sex. I had indeed taken advantage of her while she was still a virgin, but her ever-evolving acceptance of sex left me far behind.

After Qianhan finished breastfeeding, we agreed to go on a trip together to relax and enjoy a few happy days. During her pregnancy, Qianhan wanted to try sex many times, but safety concerns always made us hesitant, so we both refrained for quite a while. Our first priority on this trip was to enjoy some quality time as a couple.

On the second day of our road trip, we arrived in a small town. It was quaint and charming, with beautiful mountains and clear waters, and few tourists, giving it a tranquil and leisurely feel. Qianhan and I strolled hand in hand down a quiet street. On one side were lush green trees, and on the other were dilapidated houses, with not a single resident in sight, making it seem somewhat desolate.

Our goal was to bypass this street and reach the other side of the woods to admire a small lake.

After turning a corner, Qianhan suddenly stopped. I turned to see her face—a pretty face with a hint of nervousness, a slight blush, and a burning gaze. "Honey, how about we do *that* here?" Her voice grew softer, but it carried a firmness.

"What? Are you hungry?" I smiled, feigning ignorance, though I was secretly nervous.

"Hmph, I am hungry." Qianhan glared at me, then grabbed my shirt and unbuttoned several buttons.

I looked around carefully. It seemed like no one ever passed by the woods. There was a recessed area around the corner, with only one side facing the street. The street was deserted; I couldn't see a soul as far as the eye could see. But to make love in such an environment? It was too daring, too exciting. Even with my very open-minded attitude, I was finding it hard to handle.

However, Qianhan didn't give me a chance to hesitate. After unbuttoning my shirt, she unbuttoned hers, revealing a black bra underneath. "Hurry up, there's no one around now, just do it right here and now," Qianhan's voice trembled, her face flushed, but her hands didn't stop moving.

"Hey, who's afraid of who? Let's have some outdoor sex today!" I steeled myself, went all out, grabbed Qianhan, kissed her lips, and moved my hands to her breasts. Qianhan's breasts were already round and full, and now that she had just stopped breastfeeding, they were even larger, looking quite impressive, and feeling incredibly smooth to the touch.

Qianhan's breathing became rapid, and she seemed more excited and fervent than before. She quickly pulled off her short skirt and slipped it over her ankles. My gaze swept around; this was outdoors, after all, it was incredibly daring.

Qianhan seemed to know my worries and whispered in my ear, "Nobody knows us here. Even if we are seen, it's not a big deal." Her voice was trembling with tension, but her body was rapidly heating up, and her movements became more direct.

Before long, Qianhan was practically naked; she was only wearing her shoes and socks, her ample breasts rubbing against my chest. My situation wasn't much better; one sleeve of my shirt was still draped over my shoulders, my pants were down to my calves, and my erection was throbbing, defiantly stimulating Qianhan. Qianhan blushed

, took my hands, and pressed them against her alluring breasts, then stroked my penis with one hand, her eyes shimmering with desire. Gazing at her skin, so white and delicate in the sunlight, my Adam's apple bobbed, and I could no longer restrain myself. "

Come on, let's fuck you right here in the street, you little bitch!" I roared, grabbing Qianhan's waist and thrusting my penis into her deep, tender orifice. Qianhan gasped, her waist twisting, and she turned around, grabbing my hands with both, panting, "From behind, fuck me hard." I immediately understood Qianhan's meaning. Using the rear-entry position in this place meant her beautiful breasts would sway towards the street, the intense stimulation breaking down our defenses. I thrust my hips forward, my penis filling Qianhan's vagina completely.

Qianhan's vagina was hot and tight; I hadn't expected her to recover so well after childbirth. The pleasurable sensation of each sucker was sending me to heaven. Qianhan also let out moans of pleasure, and our movements grew increasingly vigorous, the sounds of our fluids echoing through the empty street, utterly lewd.

Just as we were immersed in our passionate moment, a sudden voice from behind us instantly chilled the world to the bone. "Hehe, sister is so pretty!" This voice sent our breath away. We whirled around and saw a chubby head peeking out from above a broken brick wall, grinning foolishly. Behind the wall was a dilapidated old house, clearly abandoned for a long time. We were shocked to find someone there!

Startled, Qianhan and I immediately separated, but we couldn't put our clothes back on right away. Our eyes met those of the person peeping. This person had a blank face, lifeless eyes, and was chubby. He didn't react rationally to our disgraceful state, just grinning foolishly, drool dripping from his mouth.

It turned out he was a simpleton who, for some reason, had ended up in the abandoned house and witnessed our passionate moment.

After calming down a bit, Qianhan grabbed her clothes, pulled me along, and gestured for us to go inside. Qianhan's reaction was completely unexpected; shouldn't we have immediately moved away? Qianhan glanced at me meaningfully, then said shyly, "It's so exciting to be seen by strangers like this. Let's see who else lives in this idiot's house." I sensed something was off, but I followed her inside anyway. The old house was indeed dilapidated; only half of the ceiling was intact. It looked like there were two rooms that could provide shelter from the wind and rain, and it was hard to imagine that anyone still lived there. The idiot didn't stop us when he saw us come in; he just grinned at us. He was very strong, but his expression was distorted, giving him a strange look.

The idiot stared at Qianhan's smooth, soft body, his gaze fixed on her breasts. His fat bulged into a smile, like someone whose mind had been robbed of its senses by an aphrodisiac. He didn't approach us; he seemed relatively friendly, but people with mental problems like this couldn't be judged by normal standards.

Finding no one else around, Qianhan glanced at the idiot, then gently pushed me away, blushing as she said, "Honey, why don't you wait outside, okay?" Looking into her eyes, I saw a burning, unwavering determination. I roughly knew what Qianhan was about to do. "Are you really going to be this bold?" I asked seriously, looking into her eyes to confirm her resolve.

"Okay, I'll wait outside," I patted Qianhan's head and went outside. We've always been this open-minded; honestly, after her first time having sex outdoors, it was understandable that she wanted to try having sex with a stranger. I

went around to the back of the house and found a small gap in the broken outer wall. From there, I could see what was happening inside, and the distance wasn't far; I could even hear the two people talking.

Qianhan walked up to the simpleton, stared at him for a moment, and tentatively asked, "What's your name?" The simpleton chuckled and replied, "My name is Silly Egg, hehehe." The name was quite fitting; it must have been a nickname given to him by someone who knew him. Qianhan continued, "What did you just see?" The simpleton grinned and pointed at Qianhan, saying, "I saw you doing *shoo-shoo*, hehehe, so pretty." Qianhan blushed and said, "Do you know what I'm doing?" The simpleton nodded, his voice utterly naive, "I'm doing *shoo-shoo*. My older sister said that in the future I'll find a girl to do *shoo-shoo* with, so I can have children." "You...you know how to make love, no, how to *shoo-shoo*?" Qianhan placed her hands on her chest, the clothes she was holding to cover her body slipping slightly, revealing a breathtaking allure.

The simpleton thought for a moment, his expression becoming even more distorted, and after a long while, he shook his head.

"So, do you want to learn? I can teach you." Qianhan said, looking at his face until the fool nodded solemnly, then continued, "But you have to listen to me completely, otherwise I won't let you 'xiuxiu,' okay?" The fool nodded again.

"Okay." Qianhan's face flushed. She loosened the clothes covering her body, presenting herself completely naked in front of the fool, then pointed at him and said, "Silly boy, I've taken off my clothes, you have to take them off too, you can't wear clothes when you 'xiuxiu.'" "But I'll get sick if I don't wear clothes." The fool looked troubled. "Silly boy, you said

you'd listen, right? Your body gets really hot when you 'xiuxiu,' that's why you can't wear clothes, otherwise you'll get heatstroke." Qianhan continued to persuade him.

"Heatstroke? No, no, I'll get dizzy, I don't want to get heatstroke!" The fool shook his head vigorously and began to take off his clothes. As his flabby body slowly became visible, even from a distance, I could tell that this idiot rarely bathed; his body was incredibly filthy.

Qianhan, so close to him, must have already smelled the unpleasant odor. She frowned, but her gaze was quickly drawn to his genitals. It was a massive penis over twenty centimeters long. Although this idiot lacked intelligence, his penis was above average, now fully displaying his masculine prowess. The idiot looked

down at his erect penis and cried out, trying to cover it with his fat hands, but looking completely helpless. Qianhan gently took his hand, stopping his movements, and said softly, "Idiot, you're a man. If a man's penis gets bigger, it means he really wants to have sex with girls." The idiot scratched his head, seemingly understanding, and composed himself. He looked to be twice Qianhan's weight, yet his movements were as hesitant and timid as a shy young girl.

Qianhan said softly, "Listen to your sister, relax, don't be nervous. Now, sister will help you clean your little penis." Her eyes shone, her face flushed, and her slender hands gently grasped the throbbing dragon before kissing it with her cherry lips. The fool's breathing seemed to quicken slightly. He watched Qianhan's tongue slide across the glans, his hands motionless, unsure if he was enjoying it.

Qianhan licked the glans, which hadn't been cleaned in who knows how long, greedily sucking in the accumulated scent of the man, all while her husband was peeping. The immense stimulation gradually aroused Qianhan. Her waist swayed gently, and her legs involuntarily clamped together, rubbing her private parts between her thighs.

I watched Qianhan's lewd performance intently. Her expression was so intoxicated, even more so than I had ever seen before, a mixture of frenzy, dazedness, and ecstasy, her body trembling slightly, impossible to conceal. Qianhan's full breasts almost touched the fool's thighs. Their bodies, with their contrasting skin tones, were so close together that just looking at them made one's blood boil.

The idiot looked to be in his thirties. His unkempt appearance and foolish demeanor made him appear particularly filthy, and one could imagine the strong stench emanating from his penis. However, Qianhan only frowned slightly when she first touched him; now, she seemed to be sucking on a sweet ice cream.

The idiot seemed a little flustered. He didn't dare back away or touch Qianhan's body. It was Qianhan who led his hand to her breasts. "These are my breasts, do you like them?" Qianhan asked.

The idiot squeezed them with his large hand, the tender flesh changing shape in his grasp. He was a little confused, but it was clear he didn't dislike them.

"My older sister said you can't touch girls' breasts, it'll make them angry. I don't want you to be angry." "Silly boy, I allow you to touch them, so you can touch them. Your hands feel nice, a little harder." Qianhan's eyes sparkled, a strong aura of lust rising on her face, the pleasure of teasing her breasts washing over her body. After a short while, Qianhan gently grasped the fool's penis, groping it towards her wet, warm opening, her face growing increasingly red.

"Silly boy, do you want to have sex with your sister?" Qianhan gently stroked his face, her actions like teasing an innocent young man.

The fool stared blankly at Qianhan, the sensation from her penis arousing his primal instincts. "Sister, are you going to have my baby?" "Yes, you have to be a good girl." Qianhan pulled his hand, making him lie down on the ground, his erection reaching for the sky.

Then, Qianhan spread her legs and slowly sat on him, her vagina gently swallowing his penis, their bodies finally joined together. Qianhan let out a comfortable moan, her white legs clamping around the fool's upper body.

Under Qianhan's direction, the fool held her waist with both hands and began to slowly thrust in and out, his huge penis moving in and out of her opening, bringing out clear, lustful fluid. Qianhan's face flushed even more. She grasped the fool's hands, pressed them against her breasts, and said softly, "Now, I want you to hit this place hard, hit it with force." The fool asked curiously, "Sister, you haven't done anything wrong, why do I need to hit you?" Qianhan smiled slightly and explained, "This isn't punishment for me. When I'm having sex, I like to hit this place. Look, this place is soft, it's different from yours, isn't it? If you hit this place hard with your palm, I'll feel very comfortable. You like me, right? Then help me." The fool nodded. He raised his palm, shouted, and slapped it hard. The force of the slap made Qianhan's breasts shake wildly, and the sound startled me even outside the wall. Qianhan let out a comfortable moan, looking at the somewhat astonished fool, and said, "Good, hit me a few more times, okay?" Although the fool was simple-minded, he was surprisingly strong. He immediately mustered all his strength and struck with both hands, almost throwing Qianhan's breasts off, the delicate skin quickly turning red. Although Qianhan was breastfeeding, her nipples were still a bright pink, not black at all. Now, under the fool's brute force, those red dots danced wildly in the air, appearing extremely lewd.

Qianhan twisted her waist, using her vagina to tease the fool's penis. The fool gradually learned the basic movements, responding to Qianhan's body, thrusting his penis deep into her vagina again and again. This intense scene of sensuality instantly transformed the dilapidated house into a paradise of debauchery, a seductive atmosphere lingering in the air.

Just as the two were approaching climax, and Qianhan's cries grew louder, the front door of the house was opened again, and an uninvited guest appeared in the yard.

I was startled and looked in the direction of the sound. It was a girl with darker skin, wearing a light blue dress and carrying a lunchbox. The girl's appearance made Qianhan stop moving, and the idiot froze when he saw her. The girl, seeing this unbelievable scene, paused for a moment.

When she came to her senses, instead of being afraid, she pulled out her phone and started snapping pictures of Qianhan, saying, "How shameless! Raping my uncle! Pervert! Disgusting!" Seeing the sudden flash of the camera, Qianhan was terrified and instinctively lunged at her. However, the penis inserted into her vagina became a stumbling block, causing her to fall forward. As the penis withdrew from Qianhan's vagina, a stream of white fluid gushed out, falling backward and making a mess of the penis.

The girl, looking at the abnormality of Qianhan's genitals, took a few more pictures with a contemptuous gaze. It turned out that the idiot had already ejaculated inside Qianhan!

The girl put away her phone, hands on her hips, glaring angrily at Qianhan with undisguised contempt.

"Pervert! Doing this kind of thing secretly with my uncle! Have you no shame?!" Qianhan's face flushed crimson. The situation was incredibly awkward, leaving no room for explanation. Under the girl's interrogation, Qianhan was at a loss. The girl's gaze kept sweeping around, probably checking if anyone else was nearby. When her eyes swept over the wall, thankfully she didn't spot me.

The situation wasn't dangerous, just incredibly awkward, yet strangely exciting. The girl looked slender and alone; Qianhan could easily escape if she wanted, especially with me outside.

Qianhan stammered that she was a tourist in this small town, happened to pass by this little house, and, overcome with lust, had sex with the idiot. She didn't mention me, only that she was a solo tourist and didn't mention us having sex in the street.

The girl's questioning revealed that the mentally challenged man was her mother's younger brother, born with intellectual disabilities, and lived alone in this dilapidated house, with the girl bringing him meals. At this moment, the girl had come to deliver food but witnessed this scene.

Holding a nude photo of Qianhan, the girl grabbed Qianhan's hand without explanation, dragging her home to be dealt with by her mother. Qianhan, in an unfamiliar city, had no reason to fear the girl; the nude photos, without knowing her name or identity, weren't even a threat. Qianhan had begun to calm down; she probably knew all this, yet she didn't ask me for help, nor did she try to struggle; instead, there seemed to be a hint of joy?

The enraged girl roughly pulled Qianhan's hand and dragged her back. I hesitated, not coming out from around the corner, but secretly peeked from the bend. Although Qianhan's expression was terrified, her eyes remained unchanged, or rather, even more intense. In the instant Qianhan turned around, our eyes met—that familiar, reassuring gaze.

"I see," I thought, and temporarily abandoned my plan to pounce.

Our unspoken understanding told me that Qianhan wanted me to observe and not interfere. However, I would still secretly follow her.

After a while, Qianhan put on her clothes and obediently followed the girl home, leaving behind this silly girl, still savoring her recent experience of losing her virginity.

Chapter Two. The Model

Qianhan followed the girl home, while I followed at a distance. Although I didn't have any professional stealth tracking skills, the distance wasn't far; I arrived after turning a street. The girl's house looked quite ordinary, a two-story building, the kind you see everywhere in this city.

Reaching the door, I couldn't just rush in, but I couldn't see inside through the doors and windows. The building only had one door, and after Qianhan went in, no one else had entered.

Qianhan clearly had her own plans, and I didn't want to disturb her. While waiting for news, I noticed a small noodle shop diagonally opposite the girl's house. I ordered some snacks at the noodle shop to kill time. As a tourist, I inquired about the lives of the nearby residents, subtly shifting the conversation to the family across the street, and managed to glean some information from the owner.

The girl lived alone with her mother; her father worked away from home year-round, and her mentally challenged uncle rarely visited. The girl was still in school, and her mother did some handicrafts at home—nothing particularly unusual. In this small town, such families were common; their economic situation wasn't good, but they weren't destitute either. What would happen to Qianhan in such a family? I imagined countless possibilities, slowly immersing myself in them, and time ticked by.

About an hour later, I finished my bowl of noodles and sat there bored, waiting. Fortunately, this wasn't a busy area, and the noodle shop rarely had customers, so the owner didn't seem inclined to kick me out. Finally, a small truck stopped across the street, and three people emerged from the girl's house. The one in the lead was clearly Qianhan!

Seeing Qianhan reappear in my sight, I tried hard to suppress my impulse and continue watching with a blank expression. Qianhan's gaze swept over me, revealing a faint smile. She still looked radiant, her beautiful face as always, not like she had been hurt. Behind Qianhan was a middle-aged woman, who seemed to be the girl's mother. The girl only followed to the gate and then stopped, watching the two people in front of her get into the truck.

I wasn't confident that I would be so lucky to follow another vehicle. Fortunately, there were some commercial vehicles parked on the street, and I immediately got into one and told the driver to follow the truck.

This time the journey was much longer than before, covering several streets. The truck stopped outside a large iron gate, which looked like a warehouse. Qianhan and the middle-aged woman got out, and then a man with a crew cut got out of the truck's cab and led Qianhan through the large iron gate. Strangely, the middle-aged woman didn't follow them in; she got on a bus on the side of the road, seemingly heading home.

What was this unmarked, remotely located place that seemed completely incomprehensible? After getting out of the car, I circled the iron gate several times; it would be difficult to even ask someone for directions. After circling three times, I realized it was a large building with a five-meter-high ceiling and no windows more than three meters above the ground—perhaps a warehouse or a factory. The door to the building was tightly shut, and there was no one guarding it. For a moment, I felt a bit discouraged.

Qianhan was penniless, and anything could happen to her in this strange place. Safety was my primary concern, but judging from her burning gaze, she seemed to be expecting something, at least not forced to do anything.

Just as I was frowning and considering various options, the large iron gate suddenly opened, and a gaunt man walked out. After looking me over, his gaze settled on me.

"Excuse me, are you Miss Hanhan's friend?" the gaunt man suddenly asked.

I was startled and immediately replied, "Yes, is she here?" The gaunt man nodded, beckoned to me, and said, "Miss Hanhan said a friend is coming over; it must be you." I followed the gaunt man inside. Since Qianhan had said so herself, it must mean there was no danger.

It was indeed a large warehouse. The cold white light from the ceiling was a bit dazzling, and cardboard boxes were piled up all around, their contents unknown. There were several rooms on either side of the warehouse, with transparent glass walls covering almost the entire wall. In the room on the left, the gray curtains were drawn, and the yellow light made them gleam.

The gaunt man led me to this room. When I opened the door, the first thing I saw was Qianhan's face. Then, I was immediately shocked.

Qianhan was completely naked, her upper body bent forward, and the crew-cut man I had seen earlier was holding her waist, his imposing penis thrusting deep inside her. A lascivious aura emanated from Qianhan's face, a blush spreading across her cheeks, her eyes slightly glazed, yet radiating an indescribable pleasure.

Qianhan nodded upon seeing me, flashing a gentle, spring-like smile. "Come on, wait a bit." The crew-cut man, seeing me, didn't speak, but instead squeezed Qianhan's breasts forcefully, his thrusts intensifying. Beside him stood two other men watching, their groins clearly aroused, both erect.

What a lewd scene! Just as I was momentarily stunned, one of the spectators said, "You're Qianhan's friend, right? You're in line. She's really something, hehehe, I've never seen a woman so beautiful and so incredibly sexy." I nodded, now forced to accept the role Qianhan had assigned me: friend. Qianhan's ecstatic performance in the crew-cut man's hands aroused me as well, though I couldn't show it. Before me, Qianhan shone with a wanton luster. Her smooth, white body writhed under the man's thrusts, emitting trembling shockwaves. The dazzling, decadent aura made the volcano within me roar incessantly.

Trying to suppress the urge within me, I found a stool and sat down, then started chatting with the skinny man who had led me in. This skinny man seemed to be out of the loop for the time being; I wondered if he had already had his turn or if it just wasn't his yet.

Taking the cigarette he offered, this unbelievable conversation naturally began. During the conversation, I learned that the crew-cut man was named Ou Shan, the middle-aged woman's younger brother, and ran an adult merchandise agency business. This skinny man was one of Ou Shan's business partners, named Tan Hong. According to Tan Hong, Qian Han was a "lustful woman" introduced by the middle-aged woman, a traveler simply wanting to experience a thrilling life. She was introduced to Ou Shan by chance to cooperate in taking promotional photos for adult toys, free of charge, of course.

Listening to Tan Hong's description, I understood a few things. The middle-aged woman's definition of Qian Han as a "lustful woman" was likely with Qian Han's own consent; otherwise, she wouldn't have been so compliant. However, being a promotional model for adult toys sounded like the job would involve distributing her image everywhere, which crossed a line.

Knowing my concerns, Tan Hong laughed and said that Ms. Hanhan wouldn't need to show her face during the shoot, and even if she did, she would wear an eye mask. After all, it's normal for models in these kinds of photos to value their privacy.

After finishing a cigarette and drinking a few cups of tea, Qianhan gradually reached her peak, and Oushan was also about to climax. At the moment of his climax, Oushan tried to pull his penis out of Qianhan's vagina, intending to ejaculate onto her smooth back skin. However, Qianhan stopped him, softly saying, "My milk hasn't completely stopped, and my period hasn't returned, so you can ejaculate inside as you please." Oushan was taken aback, then roared, actually spraying a large amount of semen deep into Qianhan's uterus.

The two of them burst into joyful shouts. After Oushan's penis was pulled out, a thick stream of semen quickly gushed from Qianhan's vagina, looking incredibly lewd. Qianhan turned her gaze to me, staring at me for a moment, as if asking, what would it feel like to watch your beautiful wife being ejaculated inside by someone else? Perhaps sensing my burning gaze, Qianhan blushed and smiled, then pointed at Tan Hong and me, demanding that we both join in.

I was taken aback. Did I mean to have sex with my wife with another man? Although Tan Hong didn't know our relationship, I knew it myself. As I hesitated, Qianhan showed her displeasure. So, I gritted my teeth and followed Tan Hong forward, sandwiching Qianhan between me.

Qianhan took Tan Hong's penis into her mouth, letting him play with her full breasts, while I explored her anus. Qianhan had tried anal sex before, but not often, and her tightly closed anus was quite difficult to penetrate. At this moment, Ou Shan handed over a bottle of lubricant, and the narrow passage became a thoroughfare—truly a place for storing adult products.

This time, Qianhan was even wilder; she seemed to thoroughly enjoy this pincer attack, her pretty face occasionally slapping against Tan Hong's scrotum, making a slapping sound. Seeing Qianhan's lewd behavior, I also became aroused, grabbing her pert buttocks and thrusting in and out, completely disregarding her delicate and fragile nature.

After this round of lovemaking, I became somewhat familiar with Oushan and Tan Hong, and they all believed in my identity as a friend. After all, with Qianhan's lewd behavior, it was perfectly normal for her to make a few casual sex partners.

After waiting for Qianhan to climax several times, Oushan suggested starting to take photos as a prop model, which was also Qianhan's main task for coming here. I had already seen many unpacked vibrators and dildos around, so these must be the props for the photoshoot. In my mind, images of Qianhan with various huge vibrators inserted into her tender vagina flashed one by one. Her vulva was very tender, and it would probably look very good in the photos.

Oushan brought out a dark and inconspicuous chair and said, "Let's shoot with this as the first prop!" I was stunned and looked at the chair carefully. Although it was just plain black, the structure of the chair was extremely lewd. The chair back and armrests had leather buckles to secure the shoulders and hands. Two movable supports connected to a footrest underneath the chair, also with leather buckles, seemingly allowing for different leg positions. Most peculiarly, the chair back had two semi-circular adjustable metal shields attached. If a woman sat on the chair, these shields could be moved forward and firmly secured to her breasts.

"Shouldn't we start with something like a vibrator?" I asked tentatively.

Ou Shan shook his head, saying, "There are already enough promotional photos for those products; adding a model won't make much difference.

I have a lot of special props here. Without a beauty like Hanhan as a model, many clients won't experience the allure." Ou Shan had Qianhan sit on the chair, then secured her with the buckles, adjusting the metal shields so tightly that the rings constricted Qianhan's breasts, creating a layered effect.

Ou Shan spread and raised Qian Han's legs, finally exposing her vulva, the tender flesh of her vagina clearly visible. After doing this, Ou Shan took out two black leather straps and connected Qian Han's ankles to the iron bras on her breasts.

I couldn't help but change my expression. With these straps, if Qian Han were to put her legs down, it would immediately pull her breasts forward. In other words, if Qian Han's vagina was intensely aroused, her legs would involuntarily come together, stretching her breasts. This showed how terrifying the chair was.

"This is a gentler prop, let's start with this," Ou Shan said with a smile.

The prop in front of me was far from gentle. I couldn't help but start thinking about what the less gentle props would look like.

Ou Shan put a white flower-shaped blindfold on Qian Han, which could barely cover her face, but someone as familiar as me would still likely recognize her. Qianhan's body writhed. The blindfold seemed to embolden her, and she no longer cared much about her exposed breasts and genitals; instead, she felt a surge of excitement.

Ou Shan's gaze swept over Qianhan's body, finally settling on her exposed vulva, still wet and glistening with a wanton sheen from the intense sex. Ou Shan seemed to feel that this pose wasn't enough to showcase the prop's allure. He pulled a red electric vibrator from a box, applied lubricant, and inserted it into Qianhan's vagina.

"Alright, that's perfect now. Come on, strike a seductive pose." Ou Shan picked up his camera and pointed it at Qianhan. Facing the camera, Qianhan moaned, her legs slightly straining, her breasts stretching out, seemingly about to detach from her body—a powerful and seductive sight. Even I, who knew Qianhan so well, felt my throat go dry at this lewd pose.

Ou Shan kept pressing the shutter, taking more than a dozen photos in no time. He loudly praised Qian Han's lewdness and directed her to make more expressions. Qian Han's feet became props for torturing her breasts; after a groan, her breasts, stretched almost to the point of breaking, were visible, the white flesh reddened from the pulling, adding to her lewd allure.

By the time the promotional photos of this punishment sex chair were finished, Qian Han's vulva was already covered in glistening love fluid.

Ou Shan looked at the photos several times, clearly quite satisfied.

Next up was an X-shaped parallel bar frame with black binding straps. The main purpose of this frame was to suspend the woman in mid-air for pleasure. A vibrator was inserted into Qian Han's vulva, and after binding her up like a large dumpling, many close-up photos were taken.

Next up was a set of breast rings, two rings connected to a wide strap about two meters long, used to allow the man experiencing doggy style to pull on his partner's breasts with one hand, much like riding a horse.

They shot over a dozen sets of props; Ou Shan's warehouse was quite well-stocked. However, the props used for the shoot were mostly bondage and shaping items, along with vibrators, primarily intended to provide more sexual positions. Looking at the photos, Ou Shan smiled with satisfaction. He said, "Hanhan, my beautiful lady, thank you for your free modeling service. The money my sister made you pay is now wiped clean." "Ah, is that all?" Qianhan sighed, somewhat unsatisfied.

"What, you want to shoot more?" Ou Shan was a little surprised. The poses they had just posed were quite demanding; so many bondage straps had tormented Qianhan, even turning her breasts red. Logically, she should have already fully released her

pent-up desire. Qianhan pointed to a pile of goods in a corner of the warehouse and said, "Why are these props packaged in metal boxes? They're different from the others. Are they higher quality?" Qianhan's face was flushed, her eyes seemingly spitting fire. It seemed the previous orgasms had only ignited her lust.

Ou Shan followed Qianhan's gaze and said, "It's true they're expensive, but these props are relatively niche torture equipment. There are few buyers, and I only got a few samples. Generally speaking, these props are more suitable for filming movies, and they sell quite well." Torture equipment, high-end stuff—Qianhan's eyes suddenly lit up, and an uncontrollable excitement appeared on her face. Pointing at the props, she excitedly exclaimed, "Then I'll generously make a movie for free, and help people out to the end!" Her eyes were filled with desire and lust as she glanced at me, so I nodded and let go of the last restriction.

I knew in my heart that I also really wanted to see Qianhan star in a passionate little movie.

However, my expectations for this movie were too naive.

Chapter 3. Actors

Ou Shan stared into Qian Han's eyes, a hint of doubt in his voice, and asked, "I reiterate, these devices are generally not used; they can easily cause injury." At this moment, Tan Hong, who was watching from the side, quietly nudged me with his elbow and whispered, "What's wrong with this woman? At first, I thought she was a particularly unrestrained, lonely young woman, and Ou Shan just wanted to have some fun. Are

you familiar with her? Who is she?"

I hesitated for a moment, then replied in a low voice, "I've known her for a while. How should I put it? Our relationship is what you'd call friends with benefits. After she gained my trust, she likes to have me watch when she's having fun. As for her true identity, I'm not entirely sure. I can only say that she's a very proper professional woman in her daily life, only showing a different side in private. Her greatest hobby is actually humiliating herself in front of others, so your suggestion to make a movie is exactly what she wants." Tan Hong looked surprised and shook his head slightly.

At this moment, Qianhan's eyes were filled with fervor as she resolutely said, "Actually, I've wanted to let loose for a long time. Playing the dignified and elegant role in front of acquaintances is just too annoying. Occasionally, I want to try being treated like trash, dirty and ruined. Besides, I've already completed my nurturing duties, so it's okay if my body suffers any damage." Her face grew redder and redder as she spoke, her naked body trembling slightly.

After confirming Qianhan's wishes, Oushan was overjoyed and immediately made phone calls to contact relevant professionals, waiting for over an hour to complete the preparations. During this time, Qianhan gave Oushan a breastjob, allowing Tan Hong to ejaculate inside her vagina, and then experienced a super-sized electric vibrator with her buttocks.

Qianhan's lewd performance revealed Oushan's true lecherous nature. He had originally only wanted to take advantage of the situation to coerce a slut into taking free promotional photos; after all, finding models in this field wasn't cheap, and Qianhan was so attractive. Now, filming the movie, Oushan was overflowing with passion, constantly contacting people, arranging locations, preparing props, and designing plans.

Ultimately, the filming location remained the warehouse, albeit in a small, recently emptied room furnished with twenty chairs as audience seating. Tan Hong was in charge of filming, while the host was a beautiful woman named Li Shan, around thirty years old, with a very hot figure, wearing a black leather bodysuit and a hood covering the upper half of her face, revealing only her alluring eyes.

Serving as the audience and assistants were Ou Shan's friends, both men and women, including Ou Shan's sister, the middle-aged woman.

Ou Shan loudly explained the reason and main content of the filming. After hearing about Qian Han's promiscuous behavior, gasps of astonishment rippled through the audience, and several lewd-looking men began shouting.

At this moment, Qian Han was the most excited, completely naked, displaying her beautiful and alluring body to this group of strangers. Knowing that Qian Han had given birth, her pert and perfect breasts garnered even more admiration. Originally, Qian Han only felt ashamed and excited about exposing her body in public; now, directly immersed in the gaze of a group of people, the stimulation was many times greater, even surpassing it.

Before filming began, Ou Shan announced that the purpose of the shoot was to experience rare, high-end erotic torture instruments. To make the film as exciting as possible, Qian Han's body was allowed to suffer appropriate damage.

"Simply put, the subject of this shoot, Miss Han Han's private parts, will experience a storm of severe torture!" Ou Shan shouted.

"Really, even if you get hurt? Don't back out." It was Ou Shan's sister who spoke.

Qian Han looked at her, a smile appearing on her face, and slowly said, "Don't worry, I just finished breastfeeding, and I have no plans to have another child. That means it doesn't matter if my breasts or vulva are damaged during filming. In fact, I'm looking forward to you tearing them to shreds." Her face flushed, her breathing became heavy, and her legs unconsciously rubbed together, her thighs already glistening with lust.

Lishan pointed the whip at Qianhan's chest and said, "The purpose of the execution later is to stop your milk from flowing, your breasts from being firm, and your vagina from being tight. Hmm, just thinking about it is exciting." Qianhan shook her head and suddenly said, "No, that's not enough. I remember there are props for the uterus. Don't forget to expose this part of me and humiliate me properly!" Lishan looked into Qianhan's eyes and said, word by word, "Okay, you will be made into a lowly sow. Are you looking forward to it? Are you happy?" Qianhan responded with an expression as if she had reached orgasm. Oushan

laughed loudly. He took out a bottle of liquid and said, "This is an aphrodisiac that some bad people like to use. Usually, drinking a third of the bottle can turn a lady into a slut. Today, I'll let you drink the whole bottle so you can have a good time during the performance." He handed the liquid to Lishan and then watched Qianhan drink it all.

Filming officially began. After being given the drug, Qianhan's fiery gaze gradually turned tinged with fervor. Her skin flushed, and fine beads of sweat gave it a wanton sheen. Her chest heaved, and her full breasts seemed to defy the audience, their nipples swelling and enlarging.

In front of the camera, Lishan paced back and forth like a queen, her eyes fixed on Qianhan. In her hand, she held a loose whip, its tasseled blade made of cowhide, looking imposing but surprisingly weak. Suddenly

, she turned, flicking her wrist upwards. The whip, accompanied by a sharp whistling sound, lashed across one of Qianhan's breasts, producing a crisp crackling sound that seemed to combine countless impacts.

Lishan grinned maliciously, "You lowly bitch, with such disgustingly fat breasts, still dare to be smug, still dare to be arrogant?" Qianhan tossed her head, gave her a flirtatious wink, and said, "Such a light whip can't satisfy my breasts at all!" Hehehe, Lishan let out a series of light laughs, the whip in her hand slowly lowered, then her fingers suddenly rose, and she shouted at Qianhan, "This bitch, with her pair of fat, milky flesh, is excited even when so many people see her, she's truly despicable beyond compare, come on, teach her a lesson!" As soon as she finished speaking, two people sitting in the back of the audience stood up and walked in front of Qianhan.

The two audience members who came on stage were both blindfolded, clearly pre-arranged assistants. Their muscular arms appeared particularly strong next to the delicate Qianhan. The two men grabbed Qianhan's breasts, one on each side, and squeezed hard, their pressure gradually moving from the base of the breasts to the areolas, forcing Qianhan to squirt milk using this brutal method.

Although Qianhan could still produce milk, she was nearing weaning, and the amount squeezed out wasn't much. Even so, the thick white fluid oozing from Qianhan's rosy nipples was still a very stimulating scene, eliciting screams from the audience. At this moment, her proud, perky breasts trembled slightly with her body, her eyes filled with a burning, hungry light; her already extremely sexy figure became even more alluring, completely unbelievable that this was a body after childbirth.

While the audience admired Qianhan's figure, Ou Shan stopped the filming, brought out a wooden box, and opened it on the ground in front of Qianhan. Inside the box were two round, dark-colored, metal-like objects, along with some smaller items.

Ou Shan took out one of the round objects, picked out a clip, and began explaining its purpose. It was a breast torture device, adjustable in size to fit any woman's breasts, provided the bra size was at least a C cup. According to Ou Shan, the device came with three separate tools. Mild use would cause sustained pain, but generally wouldn't cause further harm. Moderate use would inflict extreme pain, but could potentially cause injury. Severe use would definitely cause injury, but would also provide intense visual stimulation.

After introducing everything, Ou Shan licked his lips, glanced at Qian Han, and said, "I think you'd like to try the moderate level. Such beautiful breasts would definitely be incredibly stimulating." Qian Han looked at the device Ou Shan was fiddling with and suddenly asked, "You said this device has three levels of punishment, hence the green, yellow, and blue rings to distinguish the three different combinations. But why is there a red line on it? What level is that?" Ou Shan looked at the long red line in the middle of the device and said, "This device is for hardcore enthusiasts. Red represents punishment, and the other three are for training. Using the red function might cause serious damage to the breasts." "Serious damage? Will...will it break?" Qian Han's voice trembled with excitement.

Ou Shan chuckled and said, "It won't break. Who would bear to damage such a rare sex slave? It's just that her breasts might get twisted out of shape, hehe." Qian Han's eyes lit up, and she nodded, "Then I'll take this level." Ou Shan's mouth dropped open, and the audience was momentarily stunned. They hadn't expected such a beautiful woman to willingly request that her breasts be deformed. However, this lewd aura was even stronger than Qian Han's earlier, and even I was momentarily excited.

Ou Shan laughed heartily, laid out everything from the box, and then signaled for filming to continue.

Li Shan stepped forward, picked up two round buckles, and put them on Qian Han's areolas. The tight buckles constricted Qian Han's nipples, preventing her milk from draining. Li Shan squeezed hard, and Qian Han's breasts swelled up, but no milk appeared. The doubled pain made Qian Han frown.

"Now, it's time to put tit shackles on this lowly bitch." Lishan picked up a breast torture device and began to put it on Qianhan's breasts. The round device appeared to be made of a relatively lightweight alloy; surprisingly, the grotesque circles didn't cause the breasts to sag. The device used four circles with suction cups to fit around different points on the breasts, then tightened, attaching itself firmly and securely.

Inside the device hung a dozen or so metal clamps connected by green straps, which Lishan then clamped onto Qianhan's breasts one by one, making the white flesh appear alluringly full. Although the clamps were quite strong, they weren't a significant challenge to the soft breasts; Qianhan only let out soft moans.

In comparison, suffering this humiliation in front of everyone, in front of the cameras, was far more stimulating and pleasurable for her.

The yellow markings on the breast torture device indicated two sets of clamping rods, allowing for control of the clamping force. With Qianhan's declaration, and to make her breasts even more dazzling, Lishan applied two sets of clamps to the center of Qianhan's breast and a little above the areola, tightening them with all her might, causing Qianhan's breasts to swell and turn purple.

The initial release of the breast torture device had already caused Qianhan to show signs of pain, and her breathing had become much heavier, but her eyes grew increasingly fiery, and she was emitting moans of pleasure, which escalated Lishan's cruelty.

The blue part of the breast torture device consisted of eight small tubes, and after a safety buckle popped open, a two-centimeter-long sharp steel needle was revealed. Once this torture device was fastened, it would immediately pierce Qianhan's breasts from eight directions, creating eight small holes.

"Watch closely, see the moment this bitch's breasts are executed!" Lishan shouted, then suddenly pressed the buckle shut, and all eight needles pierced into Qianhan's breasts simultaneously. The audience gasped, and Qianhan let out a scream!

Now, Qianhan's breasts were almost unrecognizable, the flesh seemingly trembling, yet the final punishment was yet to come.

Lishan revealed a cruel smile, then grasped the breast torturer with both hands, twisting the entire device open from the middle, slowly turning it 180 degrees, and the device itself was gradually elongating. This final red scheme was to change the shape of the breast torturer; all the props in front twisted along with it, the entire breast gradually elongating, as if to twist and destroy this tender, beautiful flesh completely!

Qianhan finally screamed in agony; one of her breasts had been twisted beyond recognition, yet this was only one breast. Next, Lishan used cruel and skillful techniques to let Qianhan's other breast experience the same thing.

Although Qianhan's face showed some pain due to the deformation of her breasts, as the drug's effects gradually spread, the pleasurable, thirsty aura emanating from her body grew stronger and stronger; a large area of her inner thighs was already covered with glistening fluid, and it was clear to anyone with eyes that the lust within her was surging relentlessly.

Lishan stepped forward, her fingers exuding a seductive aura, gently teasing Qianhan's nipples. The stimulation was like hot oil entering her mouth, immediately eliciting several moans. The fact that her breasts were so strongly restrained surprised Lishan. Lishan

waved her hand behind her, and the two hooded men from before stepped forward again, removing their clothes to reveal their grotesque and brutal genitals. I quietly asked Tan Hong beside me, who said these two were local gigolos, the kind who charged high prices, and were considered acquaintances of Ou Shan. After all, Ou Shan's business had given him many wealthy female clients.

The two burly men walked behind Qianhan, reaching forward to tease her deformed breasts through the breast-masking device; a gentle tug was enough to make Qianhan cry out. The skilled, muscular man manipulated Qianhan's nipples with his fingers. Even with the presence of breast torture devices and nipple rings on her areolas, her already engorged nipples still rippled with pleasure, becoming noticeably fuller.

The man's actions of playing with Qianhan's nipples from behind were particularly conspicuous on camera. Soon after, the man thrust his massive penis deep inside, immediately occupying Qianhan's soft, wet vagina. A large amount of love juice overflowed, flowing and gleaming with an increasingly lewd light.

On camera, before the audience, Qianhan was completely naked, the two breast torture devices on her body swaying rhythmically up and down with her trembling body. Under Lishan's shouts and curses, the two muscular men's methods gradually became rougher, even pinching and pulling at Qianhan's nipples. The two incredibly sensitive nipples were flattened and elongated in their hands, accompanied by Qianhan's heavy breathing and moans, instantly escalating the scene.

The muscular men's skills and strength were indeed beyond those of ordinary people. Their rapid, continuous thrusting alone brought Qianhan to the brink of ecstasy, amplified by the drugs. She even forgot the pain in her breasts. After the two men finished their tasks, they lifted Qianhan's lower body, focusing the camera on her genitals, giving a close-up of her private parts covered in murky fluid.

Lishan stepped forward and viciously lashed Qianhan's exposed, tender flesh with a leather whip. The flesh, which had just experienced several orgasms, trembled under such a blow, and Qianhan let out a long groan. Throughout the entire process, she seemed to be enjoying it. The brutal treatment of her breasts and genitals under the watchful eyes and filming only excited her more.

Lishan lashed a few times, seemingly satisfied, before dropping the whip and deftly untying the breast torturers on Qianhan's body. First, she unscrewed the entire rotating breast torturer, then pulled out eight needles, unfastened all the clamps, and finally removed the entire breast torturer, leaving only the nipple locks. After this period of restraint and distortion, once the breast torture device was removed from Qianhan's breasts, her beautiful breasts immediately bounced back to their original shape. However, the marks of restraint were inevitably left on her breasts; patches of red marks recorded the punishment she had suffered. Eight small holes with beads of blood concealed the damage beneath the skin, and even the shape of her breasts had changed slightly, losing their former vitality.

Lishan cupped Qianhan's scarred breasts in her hands, squeezed them hard, and said, "Seems like you're still not satisfied, this slut, hehehehehe." At this moment, Oushan stopped filming again, bringing this scene to a close. He moved the breast torture device away, brought over another box, looked at it, shook his head, and added another box to the mix. It seemed that he had quite a variety of special props in stock. Oushan looked at Qianhan, and after confirming in her burning gaze, opened the first box and took out a set of purple rope and a small box about the size of a palm. The rope was as thick as a pen, wrapped in a sturdy transparent shell. Inside the box was a set of syringes, including syringes and liquid medicine.

Ou Shan explained, "These are toys for those cruel guys to use on disobedient sex slaves. They include injections that can relax muscles and slings. The method is similar to a hanging platform; the rope around the breasts tightens at the base, and when the body suddenly drops, it strains the pectoralis major muscle and various ligaments that hold the breasts in place. The pre-injected medication softens your muscles, so a sudden pull will likely deform them. Simply put, it's a torture device to make a woman's breasts sag. For a woman who relies on her looks, it's the ultimate punishment." Ou Shan smiled, his eyes gleaming with a slightly wicked light, looking at Qian Han like a greedy beast. Clearly, he himself was an extreme fan of this kind of thing. After hearing the explanation, Qian Han's face paled for a moment, then flushed, her eyes practically spitting fire. She opened her mouth as if to say something, then shook her head and softly said, "This is truly an irresistible prop. But given this opportunity, I also want to realize something—how should I put it—an idea I've fantasized about for many years." Qianhan calmly expressed her thoughts. After her body matured, her hot figure often attracted ardent gazes, but due to her status and pride, she couldn't indulge herself freely. Therefore, for a long time, Qianhan had longed for a scene in her fantasies: her proud breasts being trampled on by men and women in a line, becoming a pitiful sight. The thought of this scene becoming a reality made her unbearably thirsty.

"Before experiencing this rope torture device, can I experience that line of trampling?" Qianhan asked.

Ou Shan was overjoyed. Making a small film was just for entertainment, but now there was hope of making a major, high-quality film. Such stimulating scenes usually required high prices to hire actresses with less attractive looks. In his business, the revenue from selling this film might far exceed that from several obscure props.

After discussing with the audience, Ou Shan found that quite a few were interested in participating, and he even provided hoods. With everyone's help, Ou Shan led his group to move a rubber conveyor belt from a corner of the warehouse, laid it on a long wooden plank, and supported it with wooden crates, forming a makeshift bridge half a meter off the ground. Finally, Ou Shan used ropes to hang three knots from the roof beam as handrails.

Six women and nine men stepped forward from the audience Ou Shan had called, along with the two burly men who had just experienced the secrets of the vagina, forming a massive trampling army. This group was to queue up to step on Qian Han's breasts. Looking at their faces—some grinning, some greedy, some lewd—Qian Han's volcano of desire began to erupt.

Filming began. The female audience members put on black stockings, while the men stood barefoot at one end of the conveyor belt.

Qian Han laid her breasts flat on the conveyor belt, her areolas still secured with nipple locks.

Lishan stepped onto the conveyor belt first, wearing black high-heeled boots. She walked step by step towards Qianhan, her every move exuding a lewd aura. Lishan reached Qianhan, raised her foot, and rubbed the pointed tip of her boot against Qianhan's face. Qianhan then opened her mouth and took it in, her clear saliva wetting the tip of the boot, including the grime beneath.

Lishan coldly snorted, then arrogantly stepped over Qianhan's breasts with her high-heeled boots. As the sole pressed against the soft flesh, she deliberately kneaded it forcefully, making Qianhan scream louder. The pointed heel aimed at the nipple and pressed down hard, almost crushing it to the onlookers.

Following Lishan's example, the audience members followed suit, the women at the front gripping the knots tightly, their black-stockinged feet pressing against Qianhan's breasts, the black and white contrast creating a strangely stimulating effect. Qianhan's breasts were secured with nipple clasps, trapping her milk inside. The pain was amplified when her breasts were stomped on and flattened. Furthermore, the tight clasps restricted blood flow to the nipples, causing them to turn slightly purple. The forceful stomping, combined with Qianhan's screams, excited and emboldened the audience.

Black-stockinged feet walked over each woman, repeatedly flattening and springing Qianhan's breasts back to their original shape, the immense pressure creating the illusion of impending bursting. Witnessing her own breasts being trampled up close, the feeling of reaching climax in an instant was indescribable; her whole body trembled slightly.

Behind the female audience were male spectators, generally significantly heavier. Watching those powerful feet calmly trample on her breasts, Qianhan's eyes widened, her body seemingly reaching orgasm. The man in the first position even deliberately pinched Qianhan's breast flesh with his toes; such forceful kneading would likely cause a swollen area. Qianhan's beautiful breasts had now become the object of the audience's lustful torment. After enduring the test of the breast torture device, the queuing trampling had left her breasts covered in red marks, a cruel yet beautiful sight.

After Ou Shan called a halt to filming, he began introducing the props for the next stage. One of them was the rope torture device he had just introduced; the other was a gleaming steel bra covered in small holes, with one hole opposite another. Next to the bra was a large box of long, thin steel needles. Seeing the shape, Qianhan understood its use without Ou Shan's explanation: it was a breast-piercing torture device, also known as the "Iron Virgin of Beautiful Breasts." The allure of this device was immense, but the price was extremely high. A burning desire ignited in Qianhan's eyes, but it quickly subsided. She sighed and ultimately chose the rope torture device.

I had a feeling that if given the chance, Qianhan would most likely want to try the steel bra.

Filming began. Lishan picked up a syringe and injected two doses of medicine into the base of Qianhan's breasts. Then, she grasped her breasts with both hands and began to knead them vigorously. Lishan's technique was quite skilled; Qianhan's breasts regained their stunning allure in her hands. However, the injected medicine gradually took effect, likely having already penetrated deep into her body. Lishan even loosened Qianhan's nipple clasp for a moment, allowing the purplish nipples to return to normal. Seeing this, one might almost mistake Lishan for giving Qianhan a massage and pampering, completely unable to imagine the cruel torture that would follow.

The use of the rope prop was simple: two ropes were tied into loops around Qianhan's breasts, and she stood on a chair while Lishan secured the ropes to the roof beam. If there was any difference between this and a gallows, it was only in where the ropes were looped.

Lishan picked up the whip and lashed Qianhan's breasts dozens of times, then laughed and said, "Ready?

Our beautiful, sexy little bitch is about to have her tits pulled out. Watch closely this rare transformation!" With that, she kicked over the chair Qianhan was standing on.

Qianhan's body plummeted from mid-air, and when her toes were about twenty centimeters from the ground, the rope tightened completely. The force of her fall and her weight were now entirely borne by her breasts. The sudden tug caused Qianhan to let out a muffled groan, followed by a scream.

To the audience, Qianhan's breasts seemed to have been stretched longer in an instant, her entire body jerking violently in the air before swaying from side to side. The pain was so intense that even Qianhan, burning with desire, screamed for a long time.

Lishan untied the ropes and helped Qianhan to her feet. The audience gasped in astonishment; the transformation before their eyes was simply unimaginable. Just moments ago, her breasts were perky and beautiful, maintaining their overall aesthetic appeal despite repeated torture. Now, they were noticeably sagging, lying limply against her chest, with a ring of bright red marks around the base of her fair breasts—a shocking sight.

Lishan lifted Qianhan's breasts, then released them, and they fell heavily back down! This cruel yet magical instrument immediately drew cheers. However, the most excited was Qianhan herself. In front of a group of strangers, having her breasts' beautiful shape forcibly destroyed by this instrument of torture—this humiliation, this punishment—brought her to the brink of orgasm.

Lishan unfastened Qianhan's breast locks and then called the two burly men over to milk her again. Despite the torture, her breasts were still able to secrete thick, white milk, but the squeezing action made Qianhan wince, clearly in excruciating pain. Lishan had initially stated that she wanted to prevent Qianhan from producing milk, but the milk being expressed showed that Qianhan's breasts were still capable of producing milk.

Lishan laughed, a chilling laugh. She grabbed Qianhan's nipple and twisted it viciously, then, together with the two burly men, forcefully squeezed out all the milk from Qianhan's breast before stopping. After this ordeal, Qianhan's breast had become a deformed mass of fat, and it was uncertain whether it could continue producing milk.

The filming session ended, and this time Oushan brought out a large box, about a meter tall. The instrument inside was much larger; upon closer inspection, it resembled a chair, but it was different. It looked more like a restraint platform specifically designed to separate and fix a woman's legs, with an intricately designed component corresponding to the vulva, like a dilator.

This time, Oushan didn't bother with explanations; he directly asked Qianhan if she could tolerate vaginal dilation beyond normal force. Clearly, this dilator was not an ordinary gynecological examination tool and could cause considerable pain if necessary.

Qianhan's eyes lit up; the pain in her breasts seemed to have disappeared. She asked, "Can I see the vaginal dilation too?" Ou Shan thought for a moment and found a small camera. This would provide real-time images from the restraint table and also allow for internal filming.

Filming resumed. Qianhan was naturally placed on the restraint table and secured. Her legs were spread apart and fixed to metal supports. From the side, her posture resembled that of a pregnant woman about to give birth, except her abdomen was flat and her breasts were covered in scars, quite different from a woman in labor.

Lishan began operating the vaginal dilator, a tool that could pull the vulva in four directions. The end had a rubber clamp that tightly gripped the labia minora, and a hand crank adjusted the dilation force. As Lishan continued to adjust, Qianhan's vulva slowly opened, and the once tightly closed opening gradually grew to the size of a teacup, then to the size of an orange.

Lishan mocked, "You really are a slut. You've used your vagina too much; it's stretched this wide." Qianhan blushed. Her vagina had become easier to dilate due to childbirth, but it was still quite elastic. Now, the vaginal dilator made her vulva look loose. However, the camera in the muscular man's hand provided an even more shocking view: Qianhan's tender pink vagina, its writhing inner walls, the transparent fluid mixed with white turbidity, and her delicate cervix were all revealed one by one.

Qianhan was thrilled to see her private parts completely exposed. For her, who used to stimulate her sexual desire by exposing her body, revealing the secrets deep inside her vagina was an extremely intense stimulation.

Qianhan couldn't help but tremble and say, "It, it can be stretched a little wider." "If you stretch it wider, hmph, aren't you afraid your vagina will tear? What a slutty bitch, hahaha. Let us see then," Lishan laughed. Lishan continued

to rotate the hand crank.

As Lishan increased the speed of her shaking, the dilator acted like a jack, further widening the already stretched opening. Qianhan felt a tearing pain, yet simultaneously, she was thrilled by the intense humiliation. Her vagina, now incredibly sensitive due to the medication, could produce orgasms with the slightest touch. In Qianhan's mind, the public exposure and even tearing of her most intimate part was an irreplaceable pleasure, the pinnacle of ecstasy.

Under the bright flashlight beside the camera, Qianhan's tender vaginal walls even contracted and sucked, a scene extremely rare even in a certain island nation renowned for its cinematic art. Lishan

extended a slender finger, its tip sliding between the vaginal walls, even its nail tracing the surface, causing the delicate flesh to twitch. Lishan's expression remained icy. She stuck out her tongue, licked the sticky fluid from her fingers, frowned, and then spat out a glob of saliva, shooting it deep into Qianhan's vagina. The foamy liquid spread across the cervix, appearing incredibly lewd.

Qianhan also saw all this on the built-in screen of the camera. Her lips parted slightly, and her toes curled up in excitement.

Ou Shan brought over a large box of rubber dildos. These slender dildos had a spiky rubber ball at the tip, and their long shafts could reach deep into Qianhan's vagina. This direct stimulation was extremely intense. Five or six dildos were immediately inserted into Qianhan's vagina, the rubber balls rubbing vigorously against the vaginal walls, providing stimulation no less than that of dozens of penises thrusting in and out.

Qianhan groaned loudly, and the amount of vaginal fluid suddenly increased, flowing out from the opening, adding to the lewdness.

At this moment, Lishan used the dildos to tease Qianhan's cervix, and the tightly closed orifice seemed to ooze a clear liquid under the stimulation. "This filthy hole needs to be washed with urine first," said Lishan. Qianhan shuddered, staring wide-eyed at Lishan, then smiled and said, "Want to admire a bitch's uterus drinking urine? Well, you'll have to open the bitch's uterus first." Her smile was so seductive, as if opening the cervix was as simple as pinching a thigh.

Oushan's eyes lit up immediately. He then took out a handheld tool, its small, hollow, ring-shaped head, about the size of a soybean, that could be inserted into a woman's cervix. Unlike gynecological dilators, this tool allowed adjustment of the ring-shaped head after insertion, forcibly opening the cervix.

Seeing such a weapon, Qianhan's face showed both fear and anticipation, but anticipation outweighed the fear.

To alleviate the pain, Oushan opened a new box of breast rope torture devices and handed the liquid and syringe inside to Lishan. This was a muscle relaxant; if used elsewhere, it could also make tense muscle tissue easier to stretch, such as in the uterus.

Lishan seemed quite enthusiastic about giving Qianhan an injection in her cervix. She inserted one hand into the open vagina, pinched the cervix with her fingers, and then inserted the needle, pushing the medicine in without any skill. Even though the medicine contained anesthetic, the injection process still made Qianhan scream a few times and her brows furrow. However, it was rare to record the scene of the cervical injection.

After the injection, Lishan took the dilator and rubbed its ring-shaped head against Qianhan's cervix, occasionally trying to insert it into the uterus. The initial friction caused considerable pain, and Qianhan's body trembled. However, the drug's effects spread rapidly, and her body's reaction gradually weakened, replaced by pleasurable moans. She could even tolerate the ring-shaped head being inserted into her cervix.

Reaching this point, Lishan began to slowly dilate the ring-shaped head. The hollow part, which initially could only accommodate a mung bean, quickly became the size of a chopstick, then a finger, and the pink inner wall of the uterus could be seen under external light. The ring-shaped head grew larger and then smaller repeatedly. After several repetitions, Qianhan's cervix actually widened slightly, no longer tightly closed.

Lishan looked smug. She twisted the dilator forcefully, then waved her hand, signaling a burly man to place a transparent plastic bucket under Qianhan's body. Then, interested audience members lined up to urinate on the bucket!

Under the bright light, the inner walls of Qianhan's vagina were clearly drenched in urine. The yellow liquid accumulated in her downward-sloping vulva, a little seeping into her uterus before quickly overflowing from the opening and flowing into the bucket below. This washing was undoubtedly more humiliating than the previous queuing to knead her breasts. Qianhan was dumbfounded; the scene of warm urine filling her entire vagina was so degrading and so lewd!

The audience queuing to urinate was primarily men, but it would be a grave mistake to assume that women wouldn't participate!

Led by Ou Shan's sister, several women took makeshift urinals, filled them to the brim, and then lined up behind the men, pouring the urine into the tender, humiliated vagina.

When it was Ou Shan's sister's turn, Qianhan suddenly suggested that she pour the urine into Qianhan's mouth. Ou Shan's sister looked disgusted, but obeyed the suggestion, feeding Qianhan a large container of urine and watching her drink it all, not leaving a single drop.

After the urine was poured over her, a strong, foul odor emanated from Qianhan's vagina. Lishan yelled and cursed, then demanded that the cleaning faucet from the warehouse be inserted to scrub her increasingly unsightly vulva with pressurized water jets.

This experiment on Qianhan's vagina dragged on for quite some time. Even with the stimulation of the aphrodisiac, Qianhan showed signs of fatigue and pain, though her eyes remained as fervent as ever. Finally, Oushan produced the last box, containing a pair of grotesque pliers with five suction cup-like tentacles that could grip flesh tightly. This was a uterine clamp, a tool only specially trained or used by women with uterine prolapse, a form of torture capable of pulling the uterus out of the body. However, Qianhan's uterus was still in its normal position!

This time, Lishan not only did it herself but also called two strong men. The uterine clamp required very precise manipulation; just securing Qianhan's cervix took considerable effort. Then, the two men spread their arms and held down Qianhan's vaginal opening, forcing Lishan to pull forcefully outward.

Qianhan immediately showed a pained expression. The forced pulling of the uterus out of her body was no small matter; her whole body tensed, causing the restraint platform to shake violently, the entire frame creaking and scraping. On the camera filming the close-up, Qianhan's cervix was tightly clamped, its color darkening slightly. Most shockingly, the entire uterus had actually moved slightly outwards; the clamp was slowly pulling it out of her body!

To avoid causing immediate and irreparable damage, Lishan stopped pulling at a certain point and then vigorously rubbed the clamped uterus. A considerable amount of clear fluid could be seen flowing from the dark red cervix, likely a significant portion of the urine and water that had just been ejaculated.

After a short rest, the pulling resumed. This time, Lishan moved Qianhan's uterus outwards a little more, but it was still quite a distance from the vaginal opening. To prevent herself from screaming, Qianhan voluntarily asked to have a dark-colored dildo inserted into her mouth. Her eyes were fixed on the screen, as if she were the one most eager to see the uterus prolapse.

Two guests voluntarily stepped forward to fondle Qianhan's breasts, clitoris, and other areas. The stimulation of her genitals alleviated her pain, and the drug-enhanced desire also served as an excellent painkiller. Surprisingly, Qianhan's nipples hardened again under the teasing, as if she had forgotten the series of punishments she had just endured.

After Lishan pulled repeatedly five times, Qianhan's uterus had remarkably moved to near the vaginal opening; her past childbearing experience certainly increased the chances. Seeing victory within reach, Lishan glared fiercely at Qianhan, exerting force with her hand, actually pulling her cervix outside her body while the uterus itself remained inside.

"Hehehe, look at this bitch's pathetic state. Anyone want to try uterine penetration?" Lishan directly inserted her palm into Qianhan's stretched vagina, then grasped the uterus, actually fixing its position in place, preventing it from returning after releasing the clamp.

Uterine penetration—this was a rare experience. Oushan wore a mask, indicating he would personally participate.

After the injection and dilation, Qianhan's cervix had softened a bit. With Ou Shan using several iron rods to further widen it, the enormous penis pierced through, inserting most of it inside! Qianhan's eyes widened. A penis inside her uterus—there was no more intense stimulation than this, especially since Lishan was holding her uterus tightly.

Under the violent thrusts of Lishan and Ou Shan, Qianhan's uterus was a mess from the penises, and she let out dazed moans. Her vaginal fluids dripped from her exposed vagina, and soon she passed out from the penetration.

I watched the whole thing, my body burning with an unprecedented heat. Finally, when Qianhan fainted, I saw a satisfied smile on her face.

This little film was a great success, but the price was that Qianhan spent a month in the hospital. Ou Shan and his gang left their contact information, and Qianhan hinted that they could contact each other again. If I hadn't taken her away when she couldn't stand, I wonder if they would have gang-raped her cervix.

Epilogue

Half a year has passed since that trip, and Qianhan and I have returned to normal life. She's become bolder than before, her desire still as strong, but she rarely finds opportunities to play freely anymore.

That day, I received a call from Qianhan. She sounded a bit mysterious on the phone, not giving a detailed reason.

Arriving at the hotel room Qianhan had mentioned, I met Oushan and a young woman I didn't recognize.

Oushan came over and hugged me warmly, saying, "Hi, Qianhan still trusts you! I'll have to trouble you with this escort again. My husband and I are getting married next month, and ever since he saw that movie, he can't forget it, hahaha." I looked at Qianhan; we continued to maintain a "friends" relationship in public. She smiled at me and said:

"I heard that film is selling incredibly well, already selling 20,000 copies, impressive, right?" Ou Shan nodded and said, "I'll give Miss Hanhan 30% of the profits; I'm a man of my word, aren't I? But the main reason I'm here is to invite Miss Hanhan to be a gift, a gift for my beloved." He paused and continued, "My beloved wants Miss Hanhan to act as a human toilet for a few days. We're planning a road trip in a small truck, and we'll put Miss Hanhan in the cargo bed. During the trip, Miss Hanhan will use her mouth to act as our..." "The toilet, and also as a sex slave, the cost is negotiable." Qianhan interjected, "First, I don't want any fees, that wouldn't be exciting enough for me. Second, during the honeymoon, you can only feed me excrement, whether it's yours or someone else's, it's up to you. If I can't eat it, or my vagina is numb and I can't orgasm, then you're allowed to take me to a plastic surgery clinic and have fifty grams of fat extracted from my breasts as a souvenir." After Qianhan finished explaining her ideas, she looked at me, her eyes filled with a fiery light.

I knew it wouldn't end so easily!

[The End]

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