[Wuyu] Prologue - The Beginning of Hatred (Chapter 4)

Author: Taoguangyanghui
Published on the forum on March 12, 2017
Word Count: 10286
Prologue—The Beginning of Hatred (Chapter 4)
The man felt a warm flow in his ear, followed by dampness and an itch. He struggled with all his might, but was already weak
and powerless, only able to let his hands be tied behind the chair and his feet tied to the chair legs.
Melia, naked except for a black transparent dress, ignored the man's meaningless
struggles, letting him collapse in this unseen and inexpressible fear.
The girl's ten fingers brushed down the man's ears, neck, chest, lower abdomen, thighs, and calves
. Then she closed her fingers and moved them up along the calves to the inner thighs, finally pressing them against the groin. Her two thumbs
pressed hard against the man's perineum, her heavy breathing hitting his foreskin.
The man's penis lay there sleeping, stretching, then straightening up, chest out, head held high! The girl's eyes were fixed on
the change before her, the penis brushing past her nose. She saw the man's glans struggling, the foreskin
clenched tightly. The girl's two index fingers stroked forward on his testicles, her two middle fingers traced inwards along his groin, her two
ring fingers remained still, and her two little fingers drew circles outwards. Finally, the man's glans broke free from the foreskin's confinement, and the
longer, more monstrous dragon stood menacingly before her. The girl felt the dragon's thirst.
She lifted her skirt, straddling the dragon, the nectar flowing from her flower-like vulva dripping down her sparse pubic hair onto
the dragon's mouth.
Thirst, quenched! The dragon felt a sense of satisfaction, and the man's eyes brightened. He saw a
devil dressed in black veils. The devil's blindfold slipped from her hand, falling down her breasts onto the dragon's head.
The man's eyes were filled with anger, doubt, and desire. The girl's eyes were filled with persistence, longing, and possessiveness. The man
's gaze swept around, finally settling on a naked body, Kim Onassis, the same body the girl had been looking at
.
"Kim Onassis, the Onassis family's rising star, a future socialite of American high society,
a sacrifice for the family, a toy for others to play with," the girl explained to the man as she approached the naked body.
The girl played with the naked body, then sat on the girl's lower abdomen, spreading her legs, one hand
parting the girl's labia, the other parting her own. One was smooth and glistening, the other sparse and pink. "
Look closely!" the girl shouted, glaring at the man.
The man's eyes were glued to everything before him. Suddenly, he saw the girl's two hands simultaneously
digging into both vaginas. She stopped, her index and middle fingers forcefully opening the openings, reaching their limit.
The girl, sweating profusely, said, "I told you, didn't I? She's no longer pure, as long as you still consider her
an angel!" Maintaining her posture with difficulty, she continued, "She was my first friend, and you were
the man I fell for at first sight. You're both mine." Then, with a sudden, seductive smile, she added, "Or rather, we're both yours.
Together, we're a pure angel."
The man shook his head weakly. The girl stood before him, the black veil she wore slipping gently from her body
to her feet. The man looked at the exquisite girl, turned away, walked to the bedside, opened the gift box containing jingling ornaments, and chose
a nipple ring and an anus plug.
The girl first placed the nipple ring on her nipple, saying seductively, "Beautiful, isn't it?" She paused, then continued
, "You stinky man, what you like will hurt us, but I'm willing to do it for you!" Then she turned away.
"Look carefully," the girl bent over, continuing, "I can give you anywhere." She bent over, using her left
hand to spread her anus, and with her right hand, slowly inserted the anus plug.
The man watched as a pair of shapely buttocks, each containing a gemstone, slowly approached and stopped right in front of him.
"So, are you tempted? I can let you have her, I can even allow you to have anyone," the girl
said, her buttocks raised, motionless.
The girl straightened up and walked behind the man, her breasts clamping around the back of his neck, her hands caressing his firm
chest. She took a breath, tore off the tape from his mouth, and asked, "What's your decision?"
The man, panting heavily, replied, "Why did you do this?"
The girl then moved to the front of the man, smearing her honey-scented labia on his thighs, and said gently:
"Because you've moved my heart, I want to give you the greatest happiness in the world."
The man remained unmoved. "Is this what you call the greatest happiness?"
The girl calmly replied, "Yes, I'm different from you. You can choose not to
have both for the sake of so-called true love. But I will use my own way to let you have happiness first, and then true love!"
The man pleaded, "Meria, aren't you afraid that I'll still leave you afterward?"
The girl coldly said, "Then I will haunt you for the rest of my life and make you suffer."
Seeing that persuasion was ineffective, the man could only temporarily say, "Meria, untie the ropes binding me first, let's
talk this out."
The girl, however, was unfazed. She walked to the bedside, touched the girl's face, breasts, abdomen, thighs, and soles of her
feet, and said expressionlessly, "What a perfect woman, I will definitely..." " She will be admired by thousands. But she is destined to either
wear these jingles as a plaything to display her master's status, or become a prostitute to be whipped and used to gain
benefits for her family."
The man shook his head painfully and said, "No, people are free, everyone has the right to choose."
The girl smiled helplessly and said, "Don't you understand? She's just a toy. Meeting you this time
is the family's reward for her completing her mission." Seeing that the man was silent, the girl said triumphantly, "And I can
give you this toy, as long as you marry me." Then she said frantically, "I am pure! And you
only like her beauty! If we join forces, I will give you more toys like this!"
Perhaps the drug had worn off, or perhaps the anger at this moment had unleashed the man's potential. The man moved. He actually
broke free of the strips of cloth binding him. He rushed over, his left hand coldly grabbing the girl's throat and pushing her forward, throwing her onto the bed
; his right hand stiffly digging into the girl's anus and pulling it out, holding it in his palm.
The man raised his fist and shouted frantically, "Ah! No! You're lying to me! You filthy devil!"
The girl closed her eyes, waiting for the man's fist to land on her head.
The man's fist didn't fall; a naked body stood between them. The girl had
drunk less than the man, and she should have woken up when he did. She simply couldn't wake up; Melia was her only
friend.
Looking at the man with tearful eyes, she said, "I'm the dirty one. She's right. If I
become a prostitute, you can come and have your way with me anytime, as long as you have enough money."
The man's eyes welled up, and he shook his head, shouting, "No, even you're lying to me! You're all lying to me!"
The girl's hot, full breasts pressed against the man's cold, firm chest. She kissed his lips,
pried open his clenched fist, took out the still-warm anal plug, glanced at it, and said, "
I'll take this. Just let us go, or do whatever you want to me. I'll let you do whatever you want with me today!"
The man wept, his torn heart having released all resentment.
The girl wept, her calm heart now utterly still.
The young woman wept, her shattered heart turning into a pool of blood.
The man released his left hand from the girl's neck and walked out.
The girl clutched the butt plug in her hand and packed her bags.
She clutched the bedsheet between her fingers and wept bitterly.
The next morning, only the man remained in the suite, sitting quietly by the pool; she was gone.
...
Two weeks passed.
This was the world's safest aircraft, with no roaring noise in the cabin—this was Air Force One.
"Barack, are the documents ready?" The speaker had a large nose.
"Yes, Mr. President, they've been revised as you instructed." A middle-aged Black man with brisk movements
handed the documents to their president.
The president nodded, looking at the documents in his hand, and said, "Hmm, Barack, well done. This time, you'll be my
assistant negotiating with them. What do you think of the changes I asked you to make? Are they acceptable?"
The black man replied humbly, "Mr. President, I think the changes are absolutely necessary. I didn't expect the Russians to
resort to underhanded tactics."
The president smiled knowingly, "I never thought Yeltsin, after being muddle-headed for half his life, would finally find the right successor in his old age." He
then added, "The Chinese are always so lucky."
The black man continued, "Yes, Mr. President. Now we need to focus on handling things in the East
. Our allies won't spit out the meat that's already in our mouths. We really should ease tensions with the Chinese now.
" "Yes."
The president nodded and said, "You're a smart man. You must work hard. They've already chosen a successor, and it seems
he won't be easy to deal with. I hope you'll have the opportunity to deal with him in the future."
The black man was flattered but answered with determination, "By then, there might be more than one opponent."
The president looked at the black man in surprise and said, "Barack, you're more outstanding than I imagined. It's a pity Congress
doesn't think so now. We probably won't win the election next year. My prediction is the same as yours. I hope
you'll succeed in eight years."
The black man wanted to say something but was interrupted by the president, who handed the documents back to him and then said, "Go
. The person in charge of negotiating with us in China is also a young man. Go and get to know him first."
"Yes, Mr. President." He then walked to the other end of the cabin.
At the same time, in a hotel in Auckland, New Zealand.
"Deng Pu, they should be arriving soon. You need to be prepared." The old man looked at the man in front of him kindly.
"Chairman, don't worry, everything is ready. Thanks to the Russians, it's truly a blessing for China." The speaker
was a short but strong man.
The old man nodded, then shook his head, saying, "Don't rely on others, and don't believe in fate. My generation can't
stand on equal footing with them, but I hope your generation can."
The man nodded and replied, "Yes, you're right. History has already told us that it is always the strong who write it."
The old man smiled knowingly, "Hmm, you should have understood long ago. Don't end up like your brother. Your father
has placed all his hopes on you, and I promised him that too."
The man seemed to be thinking about someone, but immediately replied, "I won't let my father down."
Seeing that the man was a little sad, the old man didn't want to say anything more, only saying, "It's getting late, go back
and rest. Tomorrow will be a tiring day. Finish your work here quickly. Your son is still young, go back early and spend more time
with him."
"Thank you for thinking of my son. You should rest early too." The man then turned and left the room.
A few days later, Sino-US relations rapidly warmed up.
Not long after, diplomatic relations between China and the United States were fully normalized.
Meanwhile, another important news story broke in the world: a coup had occurred in Pakistan, and Mian Mohammed
Wanaz Sharif was removed from the presidency, while Pervez Mubarak stepped onto the world stage
.
…
The clicking… hissing sound rang out again, the plane door opened, and a family of three emerged.
The child in the woman's arms could already call her "Mama."
A man who had come to pick them up shouted, "Lin Yuan, let me see your son!"
Lin Yuan went over and shook hands, saying, "It's finally over in Pakistan, I'm back!" Then he
took the child from his wife's arms and handed him to the man, saying, "Brother Deng, hold these two little ones and see which one is fatter."
The man took the child and weighed him, saying, "They're about the same, their birthdays are almost the same too, they'll definitely be good
classmates." Then he handed the child back to the mother and asked, "Have you named him yet?"
Lin Yuan replied, "Lin Zhicheng, Zhi as in ambition, Cheng as in sincerity." "What's your son's name, brother?"
the man exclaimed. "United We Stand! What a great name! My son's name was chosen by his mother, Deng Zhuo,
Zhuo as in outstanding."
Lin Yuan laughed, "Brother, your name is Deng Pu, and your wife named your son Deng Zhuo. It seems your wife doesn't want your
son to be as simple as you, haha."
The man also laughed, "No, no, I will definitely teach him the principles of being a good person and make him endure hardship from a young age." Then,
taking Lin Yuan's hand, he said, "Come on, let's take you home first, and then have a welcome dinner!"
The three adults and the child got into a car and drove away.
...
The photos showed glimpses of the three of them in Chengdu. Li Longxin stared at the photos every day after returning home.
And what about the two girls on the other side of the world?
A woman who resembled the girl held a three-year-old girl in her arms. The girl pointed at the photos
and exclaimed, "Mommy, that's my sister! Who are those two people?"
The woman looked at the photos with a sly smile and said, "The girl is your sister's classmate, and the boy is your
sister's sweetheart." The woman had already had someone thoroughly investigate the man in the photos. She truly hadn't
expected that the girl her family had been using as bait to cultivate had actually caught such a big fish.
The little girl asked innocently, "Mommy, Whitney also wants to have a sweetheart like my sister."
The woman coaxed her daughter, saying, "She will. My Whitney will have one when she grows up." She then looked at
the girl, lost in thought.
The girl's heart skipped a beat. The clan chief's words seemed to confirm something; the clan could acknowledge the man in the photo
as her beloved. This meant…
Before she could process it, she heard the woman say, "Our country's negotiations with China are nearing completion.
If everything goes smoothly, China will soon join the WTO." Then, holding her daughter in one arm and
stroking the girl's long hair with the other, she said authoritatively, "That will be an unprecedentedly huge market. We've planned
everything, but we lack land to stockpile the goods they need. It seems you can help
us achieve our goal again." Seeing the girl still staring blankly at the photo, the woman added leverage, "And
, if he's willing, you can marry him."
The girl's heart stirred. At that moment, she even fantasized about walking down the aisle in a wedding dress with the man in the photo
. But the image shattered, and through the cracks appeared a face—
the face of the woman standing behind her, a malicious, wicked smile on her face. The girl struggled internally; she didn't want to see the man
break his wings, which were soaring in the sky, for her sake. The girl understood, hardened her resolve, and made her choice.
Without a trace of emotion, she replied, "I'm afraid I'll have to disappoint you this time. I can't do this. I only
spent some time with him; nothing happened."
The woman paused slightly, then smiled bitterly, "Why are you doing this? Haven't you always wanted to escape this family's cage
? Even God is helping you."
The girl remained unchanged, saying, "This time it really won't work. I'll do anything else you want."
The woman sneered, "This time I'm determined. Pack your things; it might take a long time." Then, carrying
her daughter, she turned and walked out of the room. As she reached the door, she turned back and said, "There's still time. Think it
over carefully. You can't escape this time. I heard the candidate is a pervert, especially fond of dressing women up like bitches,
and it seems the prettier the woman, the more brutally she's tortured."
The woman left, leaving only the girl, still tenderly gazing at the photographs in her hands.
Autumn arrived before they knew it. There had been so many big news stories this year. On November 15, 1999
, China and the United States concluded their protracted negotiations and formally signed the bilateral agreement for China's accession to the World Trade Organization
.
Li Longxin had an anonymous letter in his hand. Inside the envelope was a photograph he
knew all too well; for nearly 90 days, he had looked at it several times a day. The front of the photo showed a man and a girl together
, while the back listed the time, place, and mission.
Yes, that's right, a mission! The letter read: One week later, at 10:00 AM,
Room 1808, Shangri-La Hotel, Shenzhen. Permit for Yantian Port to permanently accommodate multiple cargo ships of 100,000 tons or more. You can
do nothing, but someone will, because the girl in the photo is the reward. First come, first served!
At the same time Li Longxin received the letter,
Kim Onassis and his family's agent were waiting for someone in a luxurious guest room. Just then,
the door opened, and a fat, lewd-looking man with a mouthful of spitting teeth
walked in, leading a dog.
No, it was both a dog and a woman. The woman knelt on the ground, hands on the ground, struggling to
crawl forward behind the man. She was blindfolded, gagged, and had
four dog paws attached to her hands and knees. She wore only black fishnet stockings and black high heels, a
long dog tail hanging from her buttocks, and a pair of bells on her nipples jingled. A long tongue protruded from the gag, emitting panting
sounds.
The girl and the agent witnessed this scene. The agent, as if he hadn't seen anything, respectfully said
, "Mr. Song, on behalf of the Onassis family, I congratulate you and your country, and wish our cooperation a
success."
The man rolled his eyes and said, "A successful cooperation? I don't recall our China Resources Group
having any significant cooperation with your Onassis family."
The agent smiled at the man, then winked at the girl. The girl
handed the man a prepared document, saying, "This is our family's draft plan; please take a look."
The man sat down in the chair and fastened the chain to the armrest. He looked up at the girl, stunned.
Even with his vast experience with women, he had never seen a girl so captivating. This was exactly the kind of reaction the agent wanted
.
As expected, the agent smiled and said, "Is there a problem?" His finger
pointed to a slip of paper tucked into the documents.
The man looked at the slip of paper, which contained only one sentence: Sign it, and the girl is yours.
He was tempted. After quickly glancing at the plan, he looked up and said, "I need to go back and complete some formalities."
The agent said, "No problem, we'll be here waiting for you anytime."
The man then looked back at the girl and said, "Before I go back, I want to confirm something."
The agent asked, "What is it?"
The man pointed greedily at the girl and said, "I'm not sure if her body is as perfect as her face."
The agent looked at the girl, who remained motionless, and said with difficulty, "Isn't that against the rules?"
The man arrogantly retorted, "Hmph! Rules? This is China, we set the rules! Do you think
I'm incapable of handling this? If so, then pretend I was never here!"
Seeing the man's confident demeanor, the agent hesitated, glancing at the girl, "Miss, this…"
The girl had anticipated this, but it happened faster than she expected. She closed her eyes,
took a breath, and without hesitation, began unbuttoning her clothes, one button at a time, right in front of the man and the agent
.
The agent couldn't bear to watch. He hurriedly said, "Mr. Song, I'll wait for you at the elevator. I
'll escort you downstairs. Inspection is only possible…"
Before the agent could finish, the man waved him away, as if to say, "I
understand."
The agent quickly left, closing the door behind him. The girl's dress had slipped down, revealing white lace
lingerie. The man stared wide-eyed, admiring the girl's undressing. The girl put her hands behind her back and unhooked her bra
. Then, holding the bra in her left hand, she used her arm to cover her breasts. Next, with her right hand, she pulled down her remaining
lace panties, her long legs rubbing together to shove the panties under her white high heels. The man could no longer resist
. He walked up to the girl, pulled down her left hand covering her chest, and admired her closely. She
was perfect. The man had already decided in his heart that he had to sign the contract no matter what.
His eyes, admiring the girl, fell on her handbag, which contained an exquisite gift box. He assumed it was
a gift from her and pointed at it, saying, "Open it!"
The girl hesitated. This was something that had always been with her, her only remaining memory in this life, but now
she knew she had no choice. She held the gift box, her hands trembling, and opened the lid
. The man almost cried out the moment the lid was opened. He looked at the jingling inside the box, carefully examining the girl's body
, shaking his head, filled with doubt.
Suddenly, as if understanding, he laughed and said, "So you have this kind of taste. Seeing that your body hasn't
been modified yet, very good. Next time I come, I'll bring the tools to make holes for you, and help you put these jingles
on, satisfying your desires."
With a long laugh, the girl wanted to explain something, but there was no need to, because this was her predetermined
fate, yet one she had chosen herself! And so, the girl quietly watched the man lead the "dog" out
of the room.
...
Li Longxin stared blankly at the words on the back of the photo. He didn't know what had happened, but he knew
what he wanted. He thought to himself, one week, only one week! He clutched the photo tightly and ran out.
...
"You scoundrel! What have I taught you? Public resources cannot be used for private gain!" a middle-aged
man with a scholarly air admonished.
"Father, please help me this time, just this once," the man pleading with his father was none other than Li Longxin.
Seeing his son still behaving this way, the middle-aged man raised his voice and reprimanded, "You're forcing me to make a mistake!
Matters of principle cannot be broken! I don't know why you're doing this, but I advise you to give up on
this idea!"
The son suddenly knelt before his father, pleading, "Father, you're right. I won't dare
do it again, but please help me this time!"
Seeing his son's lack of resolve, the middle-aged man raised his hand and slapped him, crying out in anguish, "You unfilial
son! How could I, Li Chaoyuan, raise such a worthless son?" He took a breath and
said firmly to his son, "I'll tell you one last time, no! Think about it carefully!" Then he turned and left.
The man knelt on the ground, staring in the direction his father had left, his eyes filled with despair.
...
On the other end of the phone: "Good lad, you've had your fun, why are you thinking of your older brother?"
"Brother, you have to help me this time, no matter what. I've tried everything I can think of these past few days, begged everyone I can
, but I really have no other choice." The man on the other end of the phone was Li Longxin, who had been running around for days without success.
On the other end of the phone: "Little brother, don't panic. Tell your older brother what happened."
Li Longxin briefly explained the situation, concluding, "Big brother, this time
, only you can really help me."
On the other end: "Sigh! I knew you were a hopeless romantic. Women of the Onassis family aren't
for you. I advise you to let it go. You're still young; you'll find any girl you want in the future. Why don't you try to win
over your father and get him to find you a girlfriend sooner?"
Li Longxin, however, wouldn't listen. He pleaded, "Big brother, what time is it? Don't say anything more. I'm
thinking..." "It's only her, I must get her out. Please help me think of a way."
The person on the other end of the phone replied, "I don't really have any ideas. Your demands are too high. It's right that your father doesn't want to help you.
I want to help, but if I tell my family, the result will be the same as what you got, which violates organizational
discipline."
Li Longxin knew this would be the case, but he still persisted, saying, "Brother, you're different from me. Your grandfather
is in power; he doesn't need any documents. If you step forward, who would dare not give you face?"
The person on the other end was also in a dilemma, but thinking about it, it made sense. Otherwise, he
wouldn't have been able to accomplish so smoothly. Understanding the situation, he chose a compromise, saying, "How about this, you go
over there in my name and negotiate with the Onassis family to stall for time. This will give us time to think of
other solutions and see who the other main client they've contacted is."
Li Longxin also believed this was the best solution at present. Although they didn't get what the other party wanted, it was still
a valid reason. His heart settled down, and he said gratefully into the phone, "Brother, thank you. I really
don't know what I would have done without you."
The person on the other end said, "Alright, silly brother, go now. Tomorrow is the appointed day. Be careful in everything you do
."
Li Longxin didn't say anything more, thanked them, and hung up.
...
In the roaring cabin, Li Longxin gazed at the white clouds outside the window, thinking of the pure angels.
...
It was the same room, and the same man and girl were waiting for something.
The clan's representative, perhaps unable to bear the girl's sorrowful expression, spoke all he knew: "Miss
, actually, the clan leader also wrote a letter to that man."
The girl's seemingly dead heart suddenly stirred, but she still murmured, "Didn't I say I'd let him go?"
The representative, having seen through the girl's heart, advised, "Miss, why bother? You saw
it yourself, that man is a pervert. Do you really want to become a bitch too?" Realizing he'd said the wrong thing, the man
quickly shut his mouth.
The girl, however, took his words to heart. Yes, she didn't want to be a bitch, and he would stab her all over!
Even if he stabs her, she hoped it would be that sunny, handsome man, not that buck-toothed
, ugly man. She even felt some regret—regret for not listening to Melia's advice to elope with the man, regret for not
listening to the clan leader's advice to confess to him. Thankfully, it wasn't too late; the man would surely come to save her in time.
Just as the girl was eagerly anticipating her arrival, the door was pushed open…
Tears welled up in her eyes…
but!
They were tears of despair!
Her long-awaited prince charming didn't appear; instead, there was that fat, smelly toad!
This time, the man wasn't holding a leash, and the woman behind him was dressed in a black, form-fitting leather outfit, with black
knee-high leather boots. Her back, buttocks, and thighs were all exposed, giving the girl goosebumps just looking at her
. The woman held a black handbag in her left hand and pulled an X-shaped metal frame with her right.
The man casually sat down in a chair, slammed the documents he was holding onto the coffee table, and said, "Look, any more
questions?"
The agent glanced at the disappointed girl, sighed, and began to carefully examine the documents. Page after page,
he finally saw the official seal of China Resources Group and Song Lin's signature. Closing the file and holding it respectfully to his chest, he said,
"Mr. Song, no problem at all, it's been a pleasure doing business with you."
The man was already impatient, looking at the agent with disdain and teasing, "What, are you staying here to watch?"
He pointed at the metal frame.
The agent smiled, narrowing his eyes, and said, "No, no, I wouldn't dare. Well then, have fun. Two years, for two years she
's yours. Just don't ruin her."
The man said impatiently, "Alright, I know. If there's nothing else, you can leave
. I've already had the surveillance footage taken care of. She'll leave once we're done."
As soon as the agent stepped out of the room, the woman in the queen's outfit grabbed the girl's hair. The girl
tried to resist, but immediately gave up, knowing it was all in vain. The agreement was already in effect; she was now
the other party's toy, and what toy would do?
The queen grabbed her like a female prisoner, wedging her left wrist, right wrist, left ankle, and right ankle one by one into
the buckles of the X-shaped metal frame. The more beautiful a woman is, the more likely
she is to be envied by other women. The Queen spat a mouthful of phlegm onto the female prisoner's hair, followed by the sound of clothes being torn. Why do women have to make things difficult for each other? Blame it on her excessive beauty.
The Queen showed no mercy, forcefully tearing at the female prisoner's bra and ripping her panties from the front,
leaving her back and buttocks red. The Queen then poured a bucket of cold water over the prisoner from head to toe, making her shiver all
over. But the female prisoner gritted her teeth and didn't make a sound.
The man watched all this without intervening. The queen was his slave and his partner. He simply
said impatiently, "Alright, that's enough for now. Let's get down to business. You'll have plenty of time
to train her later."
The queen stopped, clearly terrified, and asked, "Yes, Master, should we gag her?
This kind of pain is unbearable."
The man's eyes darted around, and he chuckled, "It would be a shame not to hear such a beauty's screams.
Put a gag on her, just make sure she doesn't bite her tongue."
The queen nodded, opened her purse, and inside were ten exquisite iron buckles.
After cleaning the buckles with disinfectant, she held one up in front of the female prisoner and said, "Watch closely! These things will
stay on your body for a while!"
The queen played with the female prisoner's nipples, her intentions far from good. Just as her left nipple became most erect from stimulation
... With a scream of "Ah..." from the female prisoner, an iron buckle was fastened to her left nipple,
a thin metal wire threaded through it. Large beads of sweat appeared on her forehead.
"Ah!" came another scream as an iron buckle was fastened to her right nipple.
The Queen stroked the prisoner's cheek, smiling smugly. With one hand, she picked at the prisoner's nostril, while the other hand shoved
an iron buckle into it. Tears welled in the prisoner's eyes as the buckle settled into her nostril.
Next, her left earlobe was fitted with a special iron buckle, two metal rods in the center. The Queen
leisurely explained, "You have to move it a little bit to the sides each day until you can wear the earring."
The same applied to her right earlobe.
"And then where?" the Queen asked, touching the prisoner's body. Just as the Queen touched the prisoner's clitoris,
the prisoner trembled with fear, shaking her head. "Alright, let's not do it here yet," the queen said, placing the metal buckle on the prisoner's navel. As
the prisoner's lower abdomen continued to concave, the buckle became lodged in.
The queen parted the prisoner's swollen labia with her fingers and said, "Next, these two." The prisoner felt that this time
the pain wasn't painful, but rather a slight pleasure. She even wanted to experience it again. The metal buckle on her left labia was also attached
.
The feeling of the metal buckle on her right labia satisfied the prisoner's perverse desires.
The queen smiled wickedly and said, "This time you can't escape it." The prisoner's clitoris was
erect, or rather, had sprouted a full bud, from the pleasure she had just experienced. The queen stared at the prisoner and said wickedly, "Enjoy
it!" As a metal buckle mercilessly clung to the prisoner's clitoris, her limbs trembled, and it took a long time for her to calm
down.
Just as the female prisoner calmed down, the Queen clamped her tongue with iron clamps and said frantically, "It's not
over yet!" As the female prisoner bulged her eyes and let out a long, drawn-out moan, the last iron clamp
was fastened to the tip of her tongue.
The man relished the female prisoner's pitiful and miserable state, a sight so stimulating, her
heart-wrenching screams echoing in his ears, yet so melodious.
The "Queen" then washed the blood and sweat from the prisoner's body with two buckets of cold water.
The man glanced at his watch and commanded, "It's getting late, she hasn't had lunch yet."
Then, looking at the exquisite gift box in the prisoner's handbag, he said, "Take the things out, pack them up, and put her
down."
The prisoner trembled as she sat on the ground.
The man helped her up, offering a malicious consolation, "You've had a hard time. Wear these metal buckles for now. Once
these holes in your body have healed, I'll personally put these jingles on you. Come on, let your master put a plug in your anus first
."
The prisoner could only helplessly bend over, letting the man's hands grope and probe her anus. She knew she couldn't resist
; in the end, she would be the one who suffered.
The man stuffed the anal plug into the female prisoner's anus, then looked at the naked and pitiful woman before him and said,
"That's enough for today. Put some clothes on her, let's go."
The three of them left the room, took the elevator, and headed towards the hotel entrance.
A hurried figure swept past them. The man glanced at him with displeasure, thinking,
"Damn it, bumped into me! If it weren't for this beauty in my way, I would have broken your legs!"
The queen, supporting the female prisoner's wrist, continued walking out.
The female prisoner suddenly froze. That figure was so familiar—her Prince Charming had finally appeared! He had come
to save her! In an instant, she broke free of the queen's hand, looking at the rushing man. Her voice was on the tip of her tongue, but
the pain made her realize her predicament. She had become a sex slave, with ten more eyes on her body.
Even if the man could accept her, she was determined not to burden him any further.
Goodbye just like that!
The kicked-open door revealed an X-shaped iron frame, and cold blood flowed across the carpet. A man knelt on the floor,
clutching his torn clothes, weeping bitterly. A beautifully crafted gift box lay forgotten on the coffee table. The man crawled over to
it; he remembered it was a gift for the girl. He opened the box, but it was empty. The man's heart was hollowed out;
his mind was filled only with hatred! Hatred for the Onassis family's ruthlessness, hatred for others' preemptive strike, hatred for his own
powerlessness, hatred for the plane's further delay…
This year drew to a close with the return of Macau to China.
This year, two of China's neighbors stepped from behind the scenes to the forefront: Pervez Mubarak and Vladimir
Vladimirovich Putin.
This year also saw a couple who missed each other: Li Longxin and Kim Onassis.
This year also sowed the seeds of hatred and envy.

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