[Shh~ Be careful on your way home from get off work] (01-05) Author: nino

Author: Nino
Word Count: 7153

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(Part 1)

A light, misty rain began to fall on the streets at dusk.

L gripped the steering wheel, the radio crackling with the rapid-fire voice of a talk show host.

Due to the rain, traffic moved slowly, sometimes stopping, sometimes starting. The hazy air made it difficult for L to see
the traffic lights ahead; he could only carefully avoid bumping into motorcycles weaving through the gaps between cars.

It seemed to be a red light; three crimson lights illuminated the rear of the SUV ahead, and L slammed on the brakes.

The tall car slowly came to a stop, the sweltering air puffing white smoke through the air conditioner.

L shifted into park, letting his tired right leg rest for a moment.

L habitually glanced left and right, casually picking up a cigarette from the dashboard and lighting it. The glow of the burning tobacco reflected
the man 's face on the window, and the woman in the back seat of the taxi next to him seemed attracted by the light, glancing up
at L.

On a late summer night, a layer of white mist clung to the taxi window.

A woman held a small book; judging by the color blocks on the cover, it vaguely resembled
a novel .

The taxi slowly began to move forward, and the woman's face, half-hidden by the book, shifted from profile to
her back.

I liked her sideburns and black-rimmed glasses.

I pressed the accelerator, abruptly turning the steering wheel to the left, cutting into the left lane. As the door opened, the first thing I saw was a pristine white right leg, long toes peeking out from the straps of

a high-heeled sandal around her ankle . A white short skirt was supported by a slender heel about seven to ten centimeters high. The woman first extended a large brown paper bag from the door to shield herself from the rain, then revealed her beautiful long neck and light blue sweater. Whether it was the bag's strap or something else that caught on the door, the woman crouched down to pick something up, and her long , straight hair suddenly cascaded down, obscuring her neck, chest, and half her face. She quickly darted past a taxi with its hazard lights flashing and squeezed into the parking space ahead. The headlights of a car approaching from behind shone on the taxi door, casting long shadows of her high heels onto the wet asphalt. She grabbed a package from the passenger seat, jumped out, and ran into the office building lobby. The rain was intensifying. The woman left the elevator on the 10th floor. She emerged from the 13th floor and casually turned left towards the direction of the lights. "Mr. Lin Zhicheng's package." "Sorry, we don't have that person here!" replied . "Oh?" She pretended to pick up her phone, muttering to herself for a moment. "Excuse me, is this 313-3, 13th floor?" "That's the building next door, you've gone to the wrong place." "Sorry, thank you." She left the office and turned towards the fire escape. She pushed open the fire door and walked up the escape stairs to the 10th floor; shadows were still moving in the offices on her left. The person slowly left the office, the lights in the space behind the glass door gradually went out, until only the spotlight on the counter by the main entrance . The figure moved out of the glass door, head down, rummaging through a purse for identification or keys. It was her… The woman felt a sudden darkness before losing consciousness. The first thing the woman remembered when she awoke from her daze was a pungent smell of cigarettes. Her nose, allergic to smoke, made her want to cough, but the large object stuffed in her mouth prevented her from coughing. “You’re awake, Ms. Chen?” A deep male voice came from somewhere. “By the way, should I call you Wanfen or Tracy?” Tracy opened her eyes; she was surrounded by darkness. Tracy tried to struggle, but found her hands bound above her head, and her legs fixed , stretched wide to the sides. Tracy twisted her wrists and body, trying desperately to kick her legs. She remained motionless… The woman's nostrils flared with agitation, tears streaming down her cheeks. She gasped for breath, gasped, cried out, screamed, but could only hear her own sobs. She twisted, twisted, twisted, feeling her sweat trickle down her chin, neck, and collarbone, slowly seeping into her bra. She didn't give up, continuing her efforts… (II) Tick-tock… Tracy was exhausted, her sweater soaked through. Her hands and feet ached and went numb, her mascara, dissolved by tears, almost obscuring her eyes. Tracy was tired, no longer resisting or struggling… After her efforts were no longer futile, Tracy saw more things in the room, heard more things. The distant clock ticked, then suddenly chimed. Tracy suddenly realized she was in her boss's office, and behind her was the sofa in the room. Occasionally, car lights flashed across the ceiling, reaching the street below. Ding-ding-ding… It's eight o'clock. The building manager goes home and locks the gate after eight. After that, except for the occasional person using a smart card to enter or leave the building , every company in the entire building is asleep. Tracy couldn't imagine what was about to happen to her. "If you had listened earlier, you wouldn't be so tired now," the man's voice drifted from the darkness again. "Look at you, your makeup is all smudged." The man's huge shadow appeared in front of Tracy, reaching out a tissue to wipe away her tears. The man's eyes shone brightly in the darkness, staring directly at Tracy. "Be good, if you behave, you won't get hurt, understand?" The man's gaze was very persuasive, making Tracy nod involuntarily. "I'm going to take the thing out of your mouth now. Don't scream, understand?" The man's face was close to Tracy's ear, whispering. Tracy could clearly feel his body temperature. "I'll punish you if you scream," the man whispered, sending chills down Tracy's spine. The man untied the strap behind Tracy's head and removed the ball from her mouth.

Tracy felt a sharp pain in her cheeks first, then realized that saliva had already soaked her chest.

The man wiped the saliva off Tracy's face and body, and poured a glass of water to her lips.

Only then did Tracy realize that because she had been keeping her mouth open, her throat was so dry that she couldn't make a sound.

"You can only speak when I tell you to, otherwise I will punish you," the man commanded.

"Are you going to rape me?" Tracy asked tremblingly.

"Beep! You've broken the rule!" Tracy suddenly felt a powerful electric current run through her body from her waist, causing
her to arch up like a shrimp and then fall back down.

The current caused Tracy's tears and snot to gush out like a fountain, accompanied by screams.

"You can only answer when I ask you questions, and you are only allowed to answer what I ask you," the man's voice held
a hint of pleasure. "Otherwise, next time I will punish you in a more severe way, understand?"

"Understood," Tracy answered like a mosquito.

"What's your Chinese name?"

"Chen Wanfen."

"And your English name?"

"Tracy."

"How old are you?"

"25."

"What's your height and weight?"

Tracy looked at the man beside her, confused.

"Answer quickly, or I'll punish you." The man in the darkness seemed to be smiling.

"163cm, 50kg."

"What are your measurements?"

"Huh? This…" Tracy felt the man's stun gun pressed against her waist again.

"34, 25, 35, I guess."

"What do you mean by 'I guess'? Do you want to be punished?"

"I haven't measured in a long time…" Tracy explained hastily.

"What bra size?"

"D…"

"Do you have a boyfriend?"

"No."

"Have you dated before?"

"Yes."

"How many?"

"Two."

"Do you have any sexual experience?"

"Huh?" Tracy hesitated for a moment.

This time, the current didn't come from her waist, but from between her toes.

An electric current started between Tracy's toes and traveled up her spine, through her neck, and to
the top of her head.

Tracy lost control of her bladder. Urine slowly trickled down her thighs, filling the air with
the smell of ammonia.

The woman sobbed.

"Have you ever had sexual experience?"

"Yes..."

"How many times?"

"I forgot." Fear filled the woman's eyes. "I really forgot, please don't punish me."

"When was the last time?"

"About a year ago."

"What position do you like?"

"I don't know..." Tracy answered timidly.

"Front? Back? Or with you on top?" The man's figure gradually approached Tracy.

"I've only ever been front, I'm afraid to be behind..." The woman's voice grew softer and softer.

"Then where on your body are you most sensitive?" The man's face was now close to Tracy's ear.

"I...I don't know..." The woman's voice grew softer and softer... softer and softer...

(III)

Tracy hoped that all of this was just a nightmare.

The man seemed in no hurry to enter her body. He began by licking and nibbling at Tracy's ears,
patiently stimulating her delicate earlobe again and again.

Sometimes he bit, sometimes he teased Tracy's earring with his tongue. Tracy felt the blood rush to
her head , making her ears burn.

The man's tongue licked along her temples and neck, gently scraping Tracy's skin with his teeth.

The man rubbed Tracy's collarbone with his stubble.

Contrary to Tracy's expectations, the man skipped over all
the parts of Tracy's body covered by clothing, burying his head between her thighs.

He avoided her underwear, persistently licking the inside of Tracy's thighs back and forth.

Tracy sobbed, while the man's tongue made her thighs tense to the point of cramping.

The man's tongue moved from the front of her knees to the back, then down her shins to her ankles.

The man delicately played with Tracy's ankles, which were wrapped around the straps of her sandals, causing her toes to involuntarily
curl.

He slowly took each of Tracy's carefully painted toenails into his mouth.

"Please don't..." Tracy pleaded like a mosquito.

"You spoke without asking, so you deserve punishment."

Tracy wanted to scream but held back, a sharp, bright
pain shooting through the area where the man had plucked her pubic hair.

"Don't what?" the man asked.

Tracy didn't speak again, only shaking her head and weeping.

The man's arms encircled Tracy's waist, lifting her up.

Tracy felt a chill on her waist, as if the man had pressed something metallic against her skin,
followed by a "smack-smack" sound.

"Such a beautiful thong," the man said, placing his prize on Tracy's face. "Too much, the smell was
a bit too strong."

Tracy turned her head to try and get away, but the man grabbed her chin, preventing her from moving.

The man's figure disappeared from her sight again, and Tracy felt a hot breeze blowing on her genitals.

It must be the man blowing on her genitals... Tracy closed her eyes, praying that it would all be over soon.

Tracy felt the man's tongue kiss her clitoris, while her labia were parted by his fingers.

The man skillfully used both his mouth and tongue, playing with her from the opening of her labia majora all the way to her clitoris, vaginal opening, and anus.

A strong sense of nausea and disgust surged up in her heart, and Tracy couldn't control the twisting of her muscles.

Suddenly, her vaginal opening was stretched open, and Tracy's heart skipped a beat.

"Finally..." Tracy thought...

But things didn't go as Tracy expected. There was a slight pain when her vagina, which hadn't been penetrated in a long time, opened,
but the sensation of penetration wasn't the same as the fullness she felt when her boyfriend entered her before; it was more like
the feeling of using a tampon.

A strong vibration came from deep within her, the intense stimulation of her cervix making her...
Acy rolled her eyes.

Tracy didn't dare ask; the intense, periodic vibrations felt like a million ants
gnawing at her bones, and the tears she had finally managed to stop were reopened.

Tracy gasped for breath. Tracy took deep breaths.

Tracy closed her eyes and shook her head violently. Tracy's face was contorted.

Tracy didn't know how long her limbs had been tense; she only felt that every
muscle was about to cramp.

She lost all sense of time... she lost all sense of space... Tracy vaguely felt her muscles
relax, and the vibrations in her vagina echoed in her ears like thunder.

She didn't know how much time had passed... She was tired... She didn't want to resist anymore...

Tracy suddenly found herself floating in mid-air... Looking at
herself, bound to the sofa in an inverted T-shape... Like a rag doll...

"Do you want me to fuck you?" A gentle voice sounded in her ear, pulling Tracy back to
reality.

"Do you want me to fuck you?" the man asked again.

"Yes..." Tracy answered reflexively. The next second, Tracy
felt endless doubt and fear at the fact that she had answered that word without thinking at all.

L leaned back on the sofa, watching the woman struggle to stand up.

The woman's legs, which had been bound for hours, had no strength at all, and she fell and rolled
onto the carpet.

L lit a cigarette, leisurely enjoying the scene.

"I'll count to five, and if you don't come over, I'll punish you." L raised the remote control in his right hand.

The woman scrambled to L's feet, and L grabbed her waist and lifted her onto himself
. The woman offered no resistance, obediently straddling L's waist with her legs spread wide.

She dared not look L in the eye; her long, glossy black hair fell down, obscuring her downcast face.

L rolled up her skirt, one hand reaching around her buttocks, slowly withdrawing the vibrator.

As the vibrator left her vaginal opening, the woman's muscles tensed, and she made a clicking sound.

"Sit on top yourself, count to three hundred and I'll let you go," L said, pushing her hair behind her back and supporting her
waist.

The woman looked up at L, her eyes filled with exhaustion and resentment.

"Sit on top and move yourself, count to three hundred and I'll let you go."

Tracy felt she had lost all sense of shame; though her reason still screamed "no," her body
had mustered its last strength to stand up.

Her hands, still bound behind her back, Tracy could only barely maintain her balance by relying on the man's
hands .

"Ah…" Tracy felt her clitoris hit something hard, slowly shifting her waist,
trying align it with her vaginal opening.

After several attempts, Tracy finally managed to wed the hard object at the entrance of her vagina.

Tracy tried to slowly lower her body, feeling her lower body gradually being stretched and swollen.

The man seemed endless; no matter how much Tracy lowered her body, she
could reach the end.

Suddenly, Tracy felt her body being lifted upwards, and the man's waist suddenly straightened.

Tracy felt her legs go weak, and she lost her support, falling onto the man. The hard
object like a huge wooden stake, surged into the
deepest part of her body with the downward momentum of Tracy's body.

Every muscle tightened, every pore opened, and Tracy felt as if her entire lower abdomen had been
pierced , as if the man had shoved a breath into her stomach. Tracy wanted to scream, but could only make
gurgling sounds.

Tracy felt her toes curl up, her toenails scraping against the leather of her sandals.

Tracy felt her hands clench tightly, her long toenails digging into her palms.

Tracy felt all the secrets of her body being filled by the man.

Tracy arched her neck, panting heavily... panting heavily...

L sat up, wrapping his arms around the woman's waist, and unbuttoned her light blue top. Her

half-cup bra was exposed, her full breasts appearing even whiter in the moonlight.

L felt the movement of his body causing his glans to scrape against the woman's soft cervix, and the woman's face flushed
as she let out a soft moan.

L leaned back again, letting the woman's entire weight press down on his glans through her uterus.

The woman still didn't move...

L unhooked the woman's bra, and her pear-shaped, full breasts suddenly sprang out.

"Aren't you going to start moving? If you don't move, I'll punish you!"

(IV)

"Please...please...have mercy on me..." After the third or fourth time her whole body convulsed, the woman cried and collapsed
onto L.

The scent of jasmine wafted into L's nostrils, almost making him want to pity her.

"You've only counted to 214... there are still 86 more."

"I really can't take it anymore..." The woman cried, tears and snot streaming down her face, burying her face in L's chest, desperately trying to
beg for mercy.

"Then it's my turn."

The woman still didn't lift her head, nodding frantically in L's arms.

"Then I'll punish you for not exercising enough to build up your stamina." L flipped the woman over and placed her on the sofa.

The woman didn't struggle at all, obediently lying on the sofa.

"I'll punish you with 86 strokes first." L took out something and applied it to his huge penis.

The man's penis penetrated her anus so suddenly that Tracy had no time to react.

Her boyfriend had once inserted his finger into Tracy's anus, but that experience made her suffer terribly every time she went to the toilet for the next three
or four days.

More painful than her first sexual experience…

When the man made Tracy lie face down, she only thought he was going to do a rear-entry position…

but she never expected…

Tracy couldn’t scream at all.

It wasn’t pain… actually, being penetrated by the man didn’t hurt at all… it was a feeling like having diarrhea
and to throw up.

The man’s huge penis went in and out, and Tracy felt as if her body was being torn in two
…

The man’s huge penis went in and out, and Tracy felt her uterus contracting and contracting
…

Tracy felt a strong surge of heat flowing through her lower abdomen, rushing to her bladder, then to her uterus,
then down her legs to her toes, and back down to her abdomen.

The man's thrusts were like a giant pump, slowly draining Tracy of all her remaining sanity.

Tracy couldn't control her throat; she felt
like moaning.

Tracy felt her lower body dissolving, like she was losing control of her bladder again.

"Keep counting, the ones you don't count don't count," L snapped as he moved his body.

"Two hundred and ninety-one... two hundred and ninety-two..."

The woman's body initially resisted a little, but quickly and miraculously relaxed completely.

The woman's anus offered no resistance, only clenching in rhythm with the numbers.

The woman's hands, bound with tape, gripped L's wrists, her taro-colored nail polish intertwined tightly.

"Two hundred and ninety-nine... three hundred..." With the woman's weak voice, L stopped.

L stopped moving, but the woman's body couldn't stop writhing on its own.

L felt his penis swirling and churning inside the woman's body.

Strong spasms emanated from her skin. The woman stopped writhing, only soft sobs escaping her lips
.

L rolled her over, facing her directly.

He lifted her bound hands, the tape hissing as he untied it.

L grasped her freed hands, gently loosening her stiff joints.

L held her in his arms, slowly penetrating her…

no wild thrusting, just gentle circular movements of his hips.

The woman's legs automatically wrapped around L's waist.

She rested her head on L's shoulder, rubbing against his neck.

She hugged him tighter, her sharp nails lightly tracing his back.

Her moans turned into cries, then back into moans.

L hoisted her legs onto his shoulders, her white high-heeled sandals swinging weakly.

Her nails dug into L's arms and then released…

In the darkness, their Y-shaped figures finally overlapped.

(V)

The light turned red, and I slowly stepped on the brakes.

A motorcycle quickly glided through the gap on the right and stopped ahead. A woman wearing a cream-colored knitted top, the dark bra straps faintly visible beneath
the fibers .

"It's time for song requests..." came the familiar voice of the radio host.

"Tracy from Taipei is requesting a song for that handsome guy from that rainy night. Tracy says that
although we only had one night together, she really wants to see him again, that unknown handsome guy. Tracy
says you have her phone number and address, please contact her as soon as possible..."

The traffic started moving again...

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