[Fallen City Part 1] I'm sorry! This was absolutely an accident (1-5 complete) Author: Xiaoqiu {Updated 2013513}

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********** 　　...　　　　My body, numbed by alcohol, 　　stumbled and fell into the room, pulled by the man's strength. 　　The lavender-painted walls and pale purple space created a comfortable atmosphere; the walnut floor and coffee- 　　colored surfaces exuded warmth… However, the scene inside was shocking, or 　　rather— 　　terrifying! 　　Two men and two women, all familiar figures. Their past positive images had vanished without a trace. Not to mention 　　the man who had pushed me in; I hadn't expected him to have such an unusual appearance. 　　"I'm sorry! This was definitely an accident." 　　As I pondered, the man's gentle, husky voice sounded in my ear. Clear enunciation, a calm tone, a unique 　　deep voice—it extinguished any emotions I had just felt, replaced by a slow, inexplicable fear 　　. Especially his next words, which plunged me into hell: 　　"...Tonight, I guarantee you'll never forget it!" 　　The two women before me were Sister Ling and Xiao Hui. They lay prostrate on the ground like dogs, humiliated, 　　supporting themselves with their hands and knees, side by side, facing the same direction. 　　Ling was on the left, still wearing the same outfit she'd worn at the class reunion—an elegant beige long 　　dress that accentuated her refined气质 (qi zhi - inherent quality/temperament). Even after many years of marriage, she remained stunningly beautiful. Now, 　　as if fallen from heaven to hell, all her composure was gone, replaced by utter submissiveness. 　　Xiao Hui, on the other hand, looked much more miserable. Her clothes were torn and disheveled, her beautiful skin exposed 　　. Her face was contorted with distress, smeared with an unknown white liquid. Her once-glossy long hair was now 　　disheveled and loose, her eyes filled with tears, her expression dejected, silently sobbing—a far cry from her usual 　　serious demeanor as an educator. 　　However, beneath her clothes, a black leather jacket was faintly visible. Rather than a leather jacket, it's more accurate to describe it as 　　a vest, tightly binding Xiaohui's waist and lower breasts, making it completely airtight. Her breasts were unnaturally 　　squeezed out from above, exposing her nipples to the air, making them look incredibly alluring. 　　They were viciously bound by thin white ropes. Lingjie's right hand and right foot, and Xiaohui's left hand and left foot, 　　were tightly bound, circle after circle, as if clinging to and restrained by many venomous snakes. Two red collars, 　　symbolically significant, were tightly fastened around their necks, making it difficult for them to breathe. Just looking at this scene 　　, I could feel the obstruction of airflow and the strain and discomfort in their lungs as they inhaled and exhaled. 　　In addition, each of Lingjie and Xiaohui's mouths was stuffed with ring-like objects, accompanied by two black 　　leather straps fastened behind their heads. Their mouths were ruthlessly pried open, rings pressed against their upper and lower gums, forcing 　　them to pant like puppies, their glistening tongues lolling out. The difference was that Xiaohui also had a metal 　　hook, hooking her nostrils and forcing her to look up at the sky, making her look even more pathetic. 　　Sitting before them was a man with a mushroom-shaped haircut and thick-rimmed black glasses—A 　　Meng, a short, thin man who had been labeled a "homebody" since his school days. Although 　　not handsome, he was a very kind man. Especially since he was skilled with his hands, often a great help to his classmates in craft classes 　　. 　　I couldn't believe that the kind and gentle man I remembered would reappear in this guise. You see, 　　at the class reunion just now, I had specifically asked others why he hadn't attended? 　　Ah Meng, holding a camera, filmed Ling Jie and Xiao Hui beneath him, and commanded, 　　"...Continue! Who told you to stop?" 　　Suddenly, a nauseating stench seemed to fill my nostrils, as if emanating from Ah Meng himself. 　　He sat naked from the waist down on a wooden bench, his ugly penis erect. It was unbelievable 　　how disproportionate his penis was to his physique; it was quite astonishing. Ling Jie and Xiao Hui 　　were licking the rod-like object with their tongues. Although their expressions seemed unwilling, their tongues continued their work without 　　pause. 　　Meanwhile, an unexpected stimulation unfolded behind Ling Jie and Xiao Hui. 　　A man with acne scars, short, neat hair, and a somewhat ashen complexion, carrying prepared props, walked up 　　behind them. He was Xiao Shuai, our class's undisputed "King of Comedy," a humorous, witty, and talkative 　　man. 　　This pistachio was currently carrying out his wicked plan. Two IV drip sets, resembling those used in hospitals, 　　were filled with a pink liquid, the color of strawberry milk, filling the drip bags. Xiao Shuai picked up a jar 　　of Vaseline, and using the middle fingers of both hands, he scooped up large amounts of Vaseline, aiming them at the two 　　women whose buttocks were raised in front of him. 　　His left hand targeted Sister Ling, easily flipping up her long skirt to reveal her smooth, flawless, plump buttocks 　　. It wasn't that there was no covering, but rather only a black lace thong, offering absolutely no protection. Xiao 　　Shuai slowly pressed his middle finger against the thong, revealing Sister Ling's private parts as he penetrated deeper. 　　The neatly trimmed pubic hair parted, slowly revealing the pink and red vulva, the thong sinking deeper and 　　deeper. What should have been a painful act left Sister Ling's genitals soaking wet, reflecting a glistening 　　sheen of pleasure, until Xiao Shuai's middle finger entered her anus. 　　"Oh..." Sister Ling trembled and murmured involuntarily.

I watched as Sister Ling followed Xiao Shuai's fingers, her face flushed with shame, unable to lift her head in humiliation.
Even during penetration, she didn't forget to caress A Meng's penis, seemingly accustomed to this experience.
In contrast, Xiao Hui's reaction was more intense. Xiao Shuai easily pulled aside her lower garments,
revealing her shaved vulva, clean and flawless, like a newborn baby. Her vagina, however, showed clear
signs of abuse, swollen and covered in thick, white fluid, with a white electric dildo
mercilessly ravaging her bright red vulva.
Then, Xiao Shuai's middle finger suddenly plunged in, the strange stimulation of both orifices causing her to nearly faint with a sob,
revealing her struggle and pain. Her licking naturally stopped, earning A Meng's revenge
. With a thrust of his hips, he shoved his entire penis into her unobstructed mouth.
"Ugh!" Xiao Hui let out a pitiful sound.
Although Xiao Shuai's actions were unfamiliar to me, the most fitting explanation popped into my mind: they were about to be given an enema
...
Needless to say, after the preliminary work was done, the main course was served. Two thin, transparent tubes were naturally inserted
into their anuses, and the IV drips worked diligently, the pink liquid
dripping into their bodies little by little through the transparent tubes.
Soon, Sister Ling and Xiao Hui's bodies began to writhe uncontrollably, as if trying to break free from this situation
. But there seemed to be a transparent constraint, preventing them from resisting. Their writhing
appeared so weak and helpless to me, and their pitiful pleas were completely futile.
While I sympathized with them, I also tasted a deep fear that made me unable to move, afraid that the same
thing would happen to me, and that I would have to watch helplessly as my two friends were abused by men. In less than two
minutes, Sister Ling collapsed to the ground, her belly slightly swollen, her body writhing.
Xiao Hui's eyes rolled back, the penis still swaying in her mouth, saliva splattering out, her eyes
red and swollen from crying, tears streaming down her face, her complexion ashen, her belly also slowly swelling. Then, I heard
the man behind me say,
"Ning'er, it's your turn!"
The sound of his name calling my name instantly brought me back to my senses, triggering my instinct to run away. Unexpectedly, the moment I
reacted, the man behind me was even faster, grabbing my arm and slamming me to the ground.
A sharp pain shot through my arm, instantly extinguishing any resistance I had mustered,
leaving me utterly helpless, completely at his mercy.
"Cheng Yang…let me go…" I pleaded, clinging to my last hope.
The only response was a mocking laugh:
"Heh, too late."
Like a signal, A Meng was the first to act. He turned the camera towards me and started filming. Then
, Xiao Shuai finished the final touches—inserting oval-shaped plugs into their buttocks to prevent them from
ejaculating.
Of course, these plugs also reeked of lewdness. There was a handle at the end with a switch;
it was obvious they had other uses.
Next, Cheng Yang squatted down, slowly and deliberately playing with my hair from behind, stroking my face, gently
touching my neck, his hands sliding over my body through my light blue dress. Then, he rolled up my skirt
and caressed my proud, firm buttocks.
Fear had become a river, engulfing me completely.
"No!" I cried out, my eyes wide, pleading sadly, "Please don't!"
My pleas had no effect; the words seemed to hit an invisible wall
, unable to resonate. Xiao Shuai drew closer, also moving behind me. Suddenly, out of the corner of my eye
, a hand darted out from either side, roughly grabbing my jaw and shoving an unknown metal object into my mouth
. The metal tasted rusty and felt cold. Then, like a crane, it mercilessly pried
my mouth open, forcing it outwards…
(II)
“Ugh!”
An indescribable pain assaulted my nerves, a tingling, numb, and tearing agony. There were four metal prongs,
like sturdy steel hooks, each taut and extending, forcing my lips wide open from four points, firmly clamping them between
my cheeks.
Even the ability to bite was taken away, and saliva flowed involuntarily. The metal frame in my mouth easily
robbed me of the right to express my protest, leaving me only to watch helplessly as the calamity was about to befall me.
“No… ugh… don’t… ugh… go… ah… away…”
Ah Meng, with perfect understanding, took the camera from his hand and slowly approached me. He was like
the chosen protagonist, trembling with excitement, his lower body revealing bulging veins and
glistening traces of saliva from being licked. He slowly walked up to me, pointed the camera lens at me, and
conjured a ring from thin air in his other hand, carrying two black leather straps.
Then, the ring was shoved into my mouth with perfect precision, the rough action causing a burning,
painful friction and an indescribable numbness in my mouth, making me extremely uncomfortable. At the same time, Xiao Shuai removed the metal brace from my
mouth and quickly fastened the black leather straps behind my head, making me look like Sister Ling and Xiao Hui.
A Meng sat cross-legged, his penis pointing skyward, seemingly wanting me to taste it too. Of course, I turned my head
to express my resistance, unaware that they had already anticipated my actions.
Crack!
Another metallic sound, instantly taking away my freedom of movement. I felt my wrists being
tightly bound behind my back by a metal object, unable to move. Immediately, I was pulled up from my knees and dragged in front of Ah Meng.
Then, someone pressed down on the back of my head, forcing it downwards.
The man's strength left me helpless, and I could only submit, lowering my head in submission. Unfortunately, I found myself
almost overlapping with Ah Meng.
"Ugh...go...away...oh...no!" I cried out incoherently.
His obscene erection, following the descent of my head, passed precisely through the ring, the glans slowly...
It grazed my pink lips, easily breached my pearly white teeth, slowly pried open my tongue's last resistance,
and then forcefully plunged inside.
*Pop!*
Ah Meng's penis finally entered my mouth.
At the same time, sticky, pungent pubic hair clung to my face. Thinking that such an ugly thing was about to
invade my mouth, I felt an instinctive repulsion from the depths of my being—
Ugh… I don't want to give a man oral sex… Get away!
A sour, nauseating smell, so foul, so disgusting… A strange sense of humiliation welled up, but
I couldn't escape this pain. Saliva gradually increased in my mouth, wetting Ah Meng's penis, making him
let out a deep, comfortable breath, and he inserted his penis even deeper.
My suffering seemed to have only just begun…
*Sizzle!*
A cool, chilling sensation came from my lower body. I knew my underwear had been pulled down between my legs. Then I heard
Cheng Yang humiliatingly say, "...Does Ah Meng's penis taste good? Don't rush, it's my turn next."
"Ugh!" I cried out in surprise.
Forced to perform oral sex on Ah Meng like a dog, my raised buttocks unconsciously formed a very alluring posture
. With my underwear pulled down, my vulva was naturally exposed to him without any cover. Cheng Yang's warm
fingers immediately parted my labia, exposing the most primal appearance of my genitals.
Although he couldn't see it, my body clearly told me his every move.
It was as if the devil's fingers had invaded my sacred and secret private parts, bestowing pain and discomfort upon my body. That
feeling of being forcibly violated, that miserable emotion, as his fingers tore me apart bit by bit, one, two,
three, letting me fully "enjoy" the feeling of my labia being pried open, my eyes involuntarily rolling back.
Oh God! No…don't look!
Pain warned my nerves, my writhing body protested, the soft opening was opened, layers
of tender flesh exposed, as his pulsating fingertips sliced through the thorns, carving a path.
Was I about to be penetrated…?
"Ugh!" I cried out in distress. I
clearly felt something forcefully drilling into my body. Unexpectedly, it wasn't
the penis I expected, but fingers…
"Phew…" For a moment, I felt a sense of relief.
Little did I know, this sudden relaxation was like a corrosive force, all my nerves converging on my
lower body. I could clearly feel his fingers entering my body, one finger at a time, the sharp tips of his nails
scraping against the flesh, easily finding a sensitive spot inside my cavity.
The rough nails pierced the soft, tender flesh, making me tremble involuntarily. An indescribable
tingling and numbness shot through my honeypot, and the feeling of my fingers being unable to move was an indescribable torment.
"Hiss..." I inhaled a breath of cold air, feeling as if my lungs had frozen. My jaw trembled,
my stuffed mouth unable to alleviate any discomfort. Excessive saliva dripped from the corners of my mouth;
the feeling of being controlled was humiliating.
Immediately, Ah Meng began to thrust his hips. At the same time, the camera was firmly aimed at my face.
Stop...stop! Don't move...don't...
like a machine being switched on, a sudden outburst attacked all my nerves. An extreme
feeling of disgust and nausea ignited within me, engulfing my entire being. The cold, rhythmic
thrusting of the piston, the friction in my mouth with an uncomfortable burning sensation, searing the tender flesh inside, instinctively secreting
more fluid to neutralize the pain he inflicted.
If oral sex felt like fiery pain, then the pleasure in my vagina was absolutely icy torture
! The common point was that I was being forced, not willingly.
Cheng Yang's fingers began to move in sync with A Meng's thrusting, from stillness to movement, from slow to fast, like a miner's
pickaxe, chiseling away.
For the first time, I realized that besides the clitoris, there was another part inside the vagina that could drive one mad.
"Ning'er, this is your G-spot..." Cheng Yang, knowing what was going on in my mind, explained, "...
In a few minutes, I guarantee you'll go crazy."
His confident promise, however, filled me with an inexplicable fear.
"Ugh!" Suddenly, his fingers quickened, and a burning pleasure surged from what he called the G-spot
into my head, my body convulsing uncontrollably. A suffocating, intense pleasure welled up within me, like the prelude to orgasm
.
I was startled to find my body responding faithfully, spraying out lubricating fluid in welcome.
My head was forced down, watching as Ah Meng's penis violated my mouth. My helplessly protruding
buttocks and exposed vagina were being played with. Even worse, Xiao Shuai joined the fray, discovering
his own anus being played with, circling around the perimeter and occasionally thrusting into my chrysanthemum.
This was too cruel…
I wept. Tears and saliva flowed helplessly, I could only passively feel myself being violated by three men.
It was like my soul had left my body; despite this miserable state, my body derived pleasure from it, responding
to their actions. In the blink of an eye, Cheng Yang used two fingers to enter my body, focusing on my G-
spot, digging and probing vigorously, mixed with the flow of my own vaginal fluid. A cruel pleasure, which shouldn't exist, arose amidst the extreme pain
.
Misery and exhilaration!
"Ning'er, it seems your body is ready..." Cheng Yang's voice appeared again, full of
excitement and smugness, teasingly saying, "Enjoy your heavenly hell!"
The next second, a strong vibration penetrated my body and mind, and my whole body danced with the men.
Plop! Plop! Plop! Plop!
Cheng Yang's fingers were like drills, drilling into my G-spot again and again, as if forcing open the membrane of tender flesh
, letting the water that had accumulated inside spray out. A Meng and Xiao Shuai also faithfully carried out their tasks, one
using my little mouth as a vagina to thrust in and out, and the other using my love juice as lubricant, shamefully playing with my anus.
At the doorway, Cheng Yang's hand, following my moans, repeatedly dug out my love juice, making me unsure whether it was pain
or pleasure, and I cried out incoherently.
"Ah... um... um... ah ah..."
The stimulation from the three orifices, the unchanging movements from beginning to end, neither gentle and sweet foreplay nor
considerate and comfortable intercourse, just the tireless movements, maintaining the same pace, was enough to push me to
the brink of collapse.
...What? I'm about to climax! No... I don't want to climax!
"Ugh!"
My mind went blank, my whole body was completely exhausted, mixed with the dizziness and numbness brought on by alcohol, and my uncontrollable
honey hole violently gushed out a clear, wet, sticky liquid. Not only love juice, but also salty, foul-smelling urine poured out, it was simply
like an endless hell of incontinence.
"Huff... huff huff..."
I gasped for breath, this climax came and went quickly, the waves of pleasure gradually subsiding. But
, they didn't even give me time to calm down, and added fuel to the fire again. At the same time, the man worked even harder,
faster than before, and quickly reignited my desire.
"Ah! Ahh!" I couldn't think anymore. I let out cries of pleasure, and my love juices sprayed everywhere like an unturned
faucet.
The pleasure rapidly accumulated in my lower body, a tidal wave engulfing me. I felt like I was about to faint, but a force
kept me awake, allowing me to enjoy my desires. The continuous vibrations of my G-spot, the constant stabbing in my mouth, and
the caresses and manipulations in my anus—I was caught in the intersection of three vortexes, rubbing, squeezing,
ravaging, shattering, and then rebuilding in a cycle of pleasure and pain.
I couldn't take it anymore… I…
I could clearly feel the accumulated pleasure about to explode again, and I couldn't help but feel sorry for myself for finding
pleasure in fear.
It's coming again… I don't want it! It was almost there again…
In an instant, I felt as if my body were about to collapse, my soul relentlessly assaulted, accompanied by immense pleasure ,
reaching the peak of orgasm; suddenly, a tearing, piercing pain shot through my nerves, my soul succumbed back to my body,
the afterglow of orgasm extinguished by the agony, all the torment returned.
Satisfaction turned to emptiness, pleasure to pain, my panting heavily, lingering between desire and self-reproach. The three
men gave me no chance for forgiveness, dancing again. Then came the sensation of my most sensitive G-spot being stimulated like electrodes
, currents flowing into my body along tiny spikes, plunging me into an abyss of pain, yet also bringing unparalleled pleasure.
Amidst the constant spasms of my body, a strange, obscene thought arose within me.
I felt controlled by a emotionless machine, operating only according to a fixed program, experiencing
orgasm after orgasm. Wet, sticky fluid flowed down my thighs, the air filled with a desperate yet intoxicating liquid. My consciousness grew increasingly blurred, and just as I was about to lose it, fragments of memories 　　flashed before
my eyes like a slideshow …

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