【Humiliating Love】(15) Author: capcat

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Chapter Fifteen: Raped and Humiliated by the Lowest Person

The next day, around noon, Bingyi woke up in a daze.

She had been tortured all night, and her body couldn't take it anymore.

She was still wearing the same kimono-like clothes, but the collar had been closed, and she was being carefully placed next to the bench
and handcuffed with chains.

There were still faint marks on her body from being violated by Da Langgou, but the wounds on her feet had
mostly healed, and someone had put a pair of soft white stockings on her.

Ah, it was him.

Bingyi thought of the strange man from the night before.

She couldn't help but recall his tender, rain-like kisses, his nimble tongue,
his long, slender fingers, and…

his fiery lower body, stirring up waves deep within her…

Bingyi, no, what's wrong with you?

You can only have Mr. Da Langgou in your heart.

Her face flushed, her breathing slightly rapid.

Thinking of the man she had made love with last night, a strange feeling welled up inside her.

Mr. Da Langgou was bound for your sake, yet you were indulging in the pleasures of this strange man. Stop,
stop , don't, don't think about him anymore.

She tried to move her body slightly, the movement causing the heavy chains to rattle.

Just as she was wondering how she would be treated today, the door to the basement suddenly opened.

Several burly women with menacing faces entered, hurriedly unfastening the chains around Bingyi's waist with their sleeves,
then dragging her to her feet.

"You...who are you, and where are you taking me?"

Although she was used to being manipulated and bullied at will, Bingyi was still terrified, filled with apprehension about what was about to
happen .

"We'll dress you up nicely and give you something to eat!"

the largest woman replied gruffly.

Bingyi was dragged back to the center of the same stage as yesterday.

She was being manipulated by these strong women, her foot injury still healing, leaving her powerless.

Today, the audience was six or seven tenths less than yesterday; basically, only the closest circle of the stage was full. They were
all impeccably dressed in suits, wearing full-face black masks; judging from their appearance and demeanor, they were businessmen from the commercial district.

"The little beauty has finally been brought up!" a man cheered.

"We've finally got her here!"

The venue was dimly lit, but after Bingyi stepped onto the stage, several beams of bright light shone down from above, focusing on
her.

"Tsk tsk tsk, she's so beautiful, so beautiful."

Some of the men in the audience were seeing Bingyi for the first time and couldn't help but exclaim in admiration.

At this moment, Bingyi's long hair was draped over her back, and she wore a modified kimono embroidered with delicate flowers. The
collar of the kimono had been pulled down by the women, forcing her snow-white shoulders to be exposed, extending all the way to half-exposing her breasts, her skin
truly fair and delicate to the point of being almost translucent.

The kimono had a slit at the hem, revealing glimpses of Bingyi's long, beautiful legs. Below her slender ankles were
a pair of pristine white stockings, their sexiness and perfection so alluring that men longed to remove them and hold those undeniably
perfect feet in their arms…

Bingyi was shoved around the stage by the women, her face contorted with utter humiliation. She dared not
look up at the audience, her eyes lowered, the shadows of her long eyelashes trembling slightly, as if a tear
had slid down her exquisite face, wetting her soft, cherry-red lips.

"She's so beautiful! I've never seen such a beautiful woman before!"

a man in the audience exclaimed, mesmerized.

Bingyi bit her lower lip, the humiliation in her eyes deepening,
further fueling the lust of the men present.

"Kneel down!" After circling the stage, Bingyi was forced to kneel by the women.

Mo Chenjue, still bound hand and foot, gagged, was pushed onto the platform.

Behind him followed Lin Mantong, Xin Lei, and several attendants.

"Sir!" Bingyi looked up and saw the bound Mo Chenjue, tears immediately streaming down her face.

She tried to struggle to crawl to his feet, but the women held her down firmly.

"Sir, did they hurt you? Did they harm you? Did they…?"

Bingyi sobbed uncontrollably.

Mo Chenjue was perfectly fine, unharmed, but she had never seen him so passively manipulated.
Bingyi was willing to sacrifice anything for his safety.

Mo Chenjue's eyes welled with tears. He saw his beloved Bingyi,
tightly controlled by several wicked women, while he himself was bound by Lin Mantong.

He still couldn't save her.

He was strapped to the large chair from yesterday. He had a thousand words to say, he wanted to rush over and rescue his
Bingyi, but everything was beyond his control.

"What, feeling sorry for her?"

Lin Mantong swayed her hips, her high heels clicking as she sat steadily in a chair below the stage.

Xin Lei remained standing beside her.

"Now you know how to feel sorry for her? How did you treat her back then?"

Mo Chenjue had to admit that Lin Mantong's words were not an exaggeration.

He hurt her, humiliated her in front of everyone, forced himself on her, and took her virginity...
Had he ever truly cherished her?

And she, because of his cruel love, was wounded both physically and mentally, repeatedly falling into the hands of others, endlessly abused
and humiliated.

Mo Chenjue, all of this was caused by you.

His heart was breaking.

Bingyi had been forced to kneel there, and now the wicked women began to reach out and tear off her clothes.

"No! No! What are you doing? Don't..."

Bingyi desperately tried to protect her clothes, but powerless, she was no match for the strong women who were two or three times
her .

"No...no...Miss Lin..." Bingyi struggled desperately, but the sash around her waist was forcibly
removed, and her kimono slipped off, leaving her naked in front of everyone.

"No...don't look..." Bingyi covered her chest and lower body with her arms, shrinking back and kneeling there,
her head lowered even further, avoiding everyone's burning gaze.

The men present, however, saw the most perfect body in the world.

Her skin was like cream, as white as milk, her breasts were full, her waist was slender, and her buttocks were firm and perky. One of her
small hands could not cover the incredibly alluring little forest... And all she was wearing were a pair of
silk stockings on her feet, which only fueled their fantasies.

Such a beauty must have feet that were breathtakingly beautiful...

"Take her hands away,"

Lin Mantong ordered.

Ignoring Bingyi's resistance, the women forcibly pulled her arms apart and raised them above her head to hold them in place.

"No...don't do this to me..." Her body was now completely exposed to these men who were already
drooling , utterly unprotected.

Her snow-white breasts heaved with fear, the full, youthful breasts standing proudly, the pale
pink stamens and areolas so perfect, and the pink
slit , seemed faintly visible...

Such a perfect body, coupled with Bingyi's shy, innocent, and ethereal expression, truly
drove men wild with desire.

"No...don't look..."

Following Lin Mantong's orders, the next scene was even more humiliating for Bingyi.

She was thrown into a chair with armrests.

Her hands were bound to the back of the chair, and her beautiful legs were forcibly spread apart and fixed to the armrests.

"No! No! No!"

Bingyi screamed. This position, with her vulva completely exposed, truly shattered all her self-esteem.

Tears streamed down her dark eyes, yet no expression or words could change
the fact that she was utterly humiliated.

"No...please...please..."

she finally uttered the word "please. "

Despite her frail appearance, she possessed a strong inner strength; she had told herself that in this life, she would
ask nothing of anyone but Mr. Qiu.

But this act completely shattered her.

"The stubborn little beauty has finally used the word 'please,' too late,"

Lin Mantong shook her head.

And so, Bingyi, legs spread wide, clad only in stockings, her tender vulva exposed to
the crowd . The men could clearly see her clitoris, her moist, tight pink opening,
and even her delicate anus.

She was pushed around the stage, legs wide open.

The men below, seeing the stunning beauty nakedly exposing her vulva to them, forgot
to mock and ridicule her.

The men gaped, craning their necks, speechless with astonishment at Bingyi's perfection.

"Please...please let me go..."

Bingyi murmured pitifully, her face filled with desperate humiliation.

Being stared at so openly by the men's beastly gazes made her feel utterly ashamed.

"Now, who wants to come up on stage and remove these stockings for the little beauty?"

Xinlei, probably acting on Lin Mantong's instructions, asked the crowd.

The men immediately erupted in excitement, scrambling to get up.

Some even tried to climb onto the stage. Although there weren't dozens of men, the temptation was so great that
the scene became chaotic.

"Alright, alright, everyone quiet down. How should we choose the person who can come up on stage and get
close to ?"

Xinlei clapped her hands, signaling for quiet.

The crowd below immediately erupted in a cacophony of voices.

"Alright, those who want to come up, please take turns saying something that the little beauty will like to hear.
I think the one who says it best will come up and help the little beauty take off her socks,"

Xin Lei sneered.

"No..."

Bing Yi bit her lower lip in despair. She was still forced into this humiliating position, her legs wide open,
her most private parts subjected to the ravages of every man present.

"I'll go first!" a fat man spoke first.

"I want to take off the little beauty's socks and then hug and gnaw on those little feet!"

"Go to hell! I'll do it!" another man's gruff voice overpowered him, and he immediately said:

"Little beauty, just like this, with your legs wide open, let your brother take a good look at you, cherish you, and hug you."

Then, one vulgar word after another followed.

"Little beauty, I want to lick your crotch, lick you hard, until you scream and beg me to let you go!"

"She's not a little slut, how could she scream~"

"Hahaha" The crowd roared with laughter.

The men continued to swallow their saliva, watching Bingyi's legs spread wide and her naked body, wave after wave of adrenaline.

"Little beauty, I want to fuck you hard, fuck your tight little hole and then your tender little chrysanthemum, and see if
my thing can handle it!"

"I want you to suck my cock, I want your little hands to gently stroke me, I want to ejaculate
inside your pink little mouth!"

"Little beauty, I want to pin you down right now and fuck you endlessly, bite you, make you feel like you're
dying of pleasure!"

"I want to tie you up, hang you up and beat you hard, make you beg me to let you go, make you beg me to fuck you, fuck
you non-stop for three days and three nights!"

"..."

The men went further and further, their fantasies incessant, their lust rising, and their words becoming increasingly offensive.

Bingyi bit her lower lip hard, shaking her head incessantly.
She become deaf to the filthy words, but she couldn't move. She was left with her legs
spread wide, exposed and mocked by these vile men,
subjected to the most obscene language and the most vile thoughts…

"Alright, alright, shut up!" Xinlei gestured for everyone to stop.

The men's lower bodies were already erect, all pointing at the naked Bingyi.

Xinlei scanned the room, seemingly casually pointing at one of the men,

"You, it's you, come up here."

The men clicked their tongues in complaint, wondering why they hadn't been chosen, then turned to see which lucky person had been selected
to go on stage and get close to the young beauty.

It turned out that Xinlei had chosen a very old man, his hair already gray, and his skin, visible beneath the mask,
was loose and sagging.

"No…" Bingyi protested in humiliation.

Her body trembled slightly with fear.

The old man shakily walked onto the stage, leaning on his cane, slowly approaching Bingyi step by step.

Clearly, he was too excited to move steadily.

"No…"

The old man finally reached Bingyi, then lost his balance and knelt down with a thud, his cane falling to the ground.
He reached out his spotted hand and grabbed Bingyi's ankle, his masked face seemingly burying itself in her
vagina.

"No… don't do this…" Bingyi cried out in humiliation.

The old man was completely stunned by Bingyi's youthful and perfect body. He stood motionless, shamelessly admiring
her flesh, his face getting closer and closer, as if he wanted to touch her clitoris.

Bingyi seemed to feel the old man's unsteady breathing, surging towards her lower body.

"No..."

"Sir, you've come up here to take off the little beauty's socks,"

Xinlei reminded him from the side.

"Ugh."

The old man trembled as if waking from a dream. He slowly began to look away, his hands grasping the
silk sock on Bingyi's right foot, pulling it down inch by inch.

"No..."

And the men's hearts were stirred inch by inch by the slowly moving sock.

The slender ankle was exposed more completely, and then, the snow-white heel and the perfect arch of the foot slowly
appeared.

Upward, and upward again, the jade-like foot was slowly unveiled. The old man's movements were incredibly slow, and after a long while,
finally , the five slender, almost transparent, jade-carved toes were revealed.

It was the first time the old man had ever seen such perfect jade feet. The moment the sock was removed, he was almost dizzy with beauty.

He held the silk stocking in his hand, gazing at the perfect little foot for a long time.

The men below the stage held their breath, each wanting to rush forward and hold that little foot in their hands to play with
and fondle it .

"I...I can...can I touch it..."

the old man asked dazedly.

"Don't do this to me..." Bingyi was heartbroken.

"Sure," Xinlei said, standing beside him.

The old man reached out, his trembling, withered fingers slowly approaching Bingyi's bare jade foot. Finally,
his fingers touched Bingyi's incredibly smooth little foot.

Unexpectedly, the old man let out a muffled groan and fainted.

Xinlei had the old man carried off the stage, and the men below the stage erupted in a cacophony of shouts.

"Little beauty, you still have one sock left on, we have one more chance!"

"Yes! Yes!"

the crowd echoed.

"Okay, okay. I'll choose another one to come up."

Xinlei's gaze swept around, suddenly stopping in one direction. A hint of shock seemed to flash in her eyes,
but she quickly regained her composure.

"You, come up here."

Following her finger, the crowd saw a middle-aged man wearing only half a mask. His hair
was disheveled, his face was fleshy and pockmarked, his nose was large and protruding, and his lips were thick. Even with half his face covered,
people could still imagine how ugly he was.

His body was flabby, and his clothes were shabby and unclean, making him
stand .

His eyes were filled with resentment and hatred.

He had initially been hiding in the crowd, and if Xinlei hadn't been extra careful with her second scan, she really wouldn't have
noticed him.

The man limped onto the stage.

This man was undoubtedly the ugliest, the most wretched, the most destitute, and the most filthy. His large, cracked
hands were filthy and greasy, and his clothes were wrinkled and uneven.

He walked up to Bingyi and slapped her hard across the face.

"Ah!" A large handprint was imprinted on Bingyi's fair face.

The man stared unabashedly at her naked body, forcefully pinching her chin as if he wanted to
crush .

"It hurts..."

He forced Bingyi to meet his gaze.

For a moment, Bingyi cried out in surprise.

"You, you are..."

Fear filled Bingyi's beautiful black eyes.

"Hmph, you little bitch, didn't expect that, did you?"

Just by looking at those fierce eyes, Bingyi knew who he was.

This ugly man, everyone called him Old Jin, was the cleaner at the orphanage.

He was lewd and lustful, and Bingyi, who had been a beauty since childhood, was undoubtedly his number one
object .

Old Jin began to monitor Bingyi's every move like a madman. He fantasized about Bingyi being his
lover, spied on her while she bathed, and followed her to school. Finally, one day, Bingyi returned home late, and
Old Jin, who had been waiting for this opportunity, seized it. He tore Bingyi's clothes and was about to rape her when he was discovered.
The entire college held an emergency meeting, and he was immediately expelled.

Later, Mo Chenjue seemed to find out about this. He kept it from Bingyi and had someone teach Old Jin a lesson.

Old Jin was already not very agile, and after being beaten, he became lame and disabled.

"You little bitch!"

Old Jin viciously pinched Bingyi's chin, increasing the force of his grip.

"Ah..." Bingyi cried out in pain.

"It's because of you that I lost my job, that I suffered everyone's ridicule, that I've been poor all this time, and, thanks to you
, this leg of mine is useless now!"

Old Jin said, glaring fiercely at Mo Chenjue.

Bingyi understood his meaning. She immediately guessed that his leg disability
was related to Mo Chenjue protecting her and standing up for her.

"Master Jin... I'm sorry..."

"Slap!" Old Jin slapped Bingyi hard again.

Bingyi's black hair was disheveled.

"What's the use of apologizing! Today, I'm going to take all the suffering I've endured over the years and give it all back to you!"

The hatred in Old Jin's eyes sent chills down Bingyi's spine.

She trembled all over, unsure of what torture Old Jin would inflict upon her.

"This is going to be good,"

Lin Mantong cheered .

"Mr. Jin, since you're Bingyi's old flame, I'll entrust the matter to you. Serve
our little beauty well."

Lin Mantong glanced at Mo Chenjue, her expression complex, hesitant to speak, before leaving with Xinlei.

Old Jin suddenly removed the sock from Bingyi's other foot, leaving her
truly naked.

Although Old Jin hated Bingyi intensely, he also loved her deeply. She was like a
pure, fairy, while he, lowly and ugly, had never imagined he, Old Jin, would have the chance to do whatever he
wanted to this little beauty he had cherished for so many years.

The young beauty before him had such a perfectly developed body. Having experienced the mature puberty of adolescence, her body
had rapidly swelled, and the constant training and arousal of desire by men over the past few months had made her truly beautiful to the core
, completely transforming her into a woman. Compared to the underage girl he remembered, she was a thousand
times .

He knelt down, his thick fingers tightly gripping Bingyi's smooth soles, fiercely sucking her white, translucent toes
into his mouth, his thick lips constantly rubbing against Bingyi's white, sensitive toes.

His other large hand held Bingyi's other foot, his thick fingers forcibly spreading her five toes, constantly
pinching and manipulating them.

"No...no..." The tingling and slight pain in her toes stimulated Bingyi. She was so afraid that she would make shameful sounds

in her current sensitive state, desperately trying to restrain herself. Old Jin continued to frantically gnaw on the jade feet he had longed for for so many years, unwilling to let go. He was immersed in their soft, smooth texture, unable to stop for a long time. Finally, after his handling of her tender feet until they were slightly red, he realized that this woman was a treasure trove , and he would enjoy her slowly. Today, he would make her suffer. Old Jin's lustful eyes finally settled on Bingyi's incredibly alluring lower body. He let out a few cold laughs. "You, what are you going to do..." Bingyi looked at his ugly face with utter terror. "I'm going to taste what you're like." Old Jin used his filthy hands to part Bingyi's labia. A delicate, sensitive clitoris hardened slightly due to fear and the stimulation of his large hands. "No...it's...it's so humiliating..." Looking at her pink and luscious lower body, Old Jin couldn't help but bring his foul mouth to her lips and lick her clitoris with his large tongue. "Ah!" Bingyi cried out in fear and shame. "No...no...Master Jin..." "No?! Don't you like me to pamper you?" Old Jin raised his head, his eyes filled with sorrow. "I...I..." Bingyi shook her head in fear. "So... if you had to choose between being violated by me and suffering physical pain, which would you choose?" Old Jin's face, already contorted with rage, looked even more frightening. "I... I choose... physical pain..." Bingyi cried helplessly. "What?!" Old Jin suddenly stood up, raising his hand to strike again. Bingyi fearfully turned her head away to dodge, her disheveled black hair falling to her waist. But this time, Old Jin didn't strike. He stood there blankly, his hand still raised in the air. "Sir... save me..." Bingyi cried incessantly, turning to Mo Chenjue for help. She had never been so afraid. And what could Mo Chenjue, tightly bound, do at this moment? Seeing Bingyi's expression towards Mo Chenjue, Old Jin was consumed by jealousy. He picked up a leather whip from the shelf on the platform and began to lash Mo Chenjue. "Crack!" The whip lashed across his body, tearing Mo Chenjue's sharp suit instantly. "Crack!" Old Jin's second strike was even harder, this time tearing Mo Chenjue's suit open and revealing his white shirt underneath. "I'll teach you to love him, I'll teach you to love him, I'll teach you to love him!" Old Jin viciously lashed Mo Chenjue's body again and again, tearing his suit in many places, and later his white shirt was also ripped open, with a faint trace of blood in one spot. Mo Chenjue's strong forehead was covered in sweat, his thin lips tightly pressed together. Despite the pain of the whip lashing his body, he endured it without uttering a sound, letting Old Jin lash him wildly as if in rage. "Don't hit me anymore... Master Jin... if you want to hit someone, hit me instead, I'm willing to take the beating for him ... please..." Bingyi cried out, pleading. This was the first time she had seen Mo Chenjue suffer. He had been beaten so badly for her sake; he must be in so much pain, but he was enduring it, not wanting her to worry… “Master Jin… please… please… don’t hit him… hit me instead…” Bingyi cried, her beautiful face pale and streaked with tears. Old Jin finally heard Bingyi’s cries. He stopped, turned coldly to look at Bingyi, and slowly walked back to her. “So you love him that you’re willing to be punished for him?” he said coldly. “I’ve always imagined you with your long hair tied up, wearing ancient costume, and me punishing you for your disobedience, making you suffer the torture of being squeezed, kneeling on crystal brands, being tied up and whipped naked, crying and begging me to stop . Today, it seems I can have my wish fulfilled.” Bingyi’s large eyes were filled with tears. She was terrified, not knowing how Old Jin would torture her, but for her master, she was willing to endure any pain . He picked out a white ancient-style gauze dress from the props on stage, and personally tied Bingyi 's long hair back with a white silk ribbon. He then untied her; because her legs had been separated and bound for so long, Bingyi initially had to lean on Lao Jin to stand. Lao Jin slowly draped the ancient-style gauze dress over Bingyi, leaving her with only a white satin undergarment resembling a bellyband underneath. The gauze was so thin that one could almost see Bingyi's graceful curves through it. Lao Jin made Bingyi kneel at his feet, and he reached out and lifted her chin. "Indeed, as beautiful as I imagined. No, even more beautiful than I imagined." Lao Jin laboriously squatted down, grasping Bingyi's trembling wrist. "I'll ask you one last time. Would you choose intimacy with me or suffering for your own body?"

"I choose...suffering..." Bingyi didn't look at him.

The ferocity and lust in his eyes terrified her.

Old Jin had the women hold Bingyi down, and he slowly pulled something out of his pocket.

Under the light, everyone could see clearly that it was a set of finger-crushing devices.

"No...don't..." Bingyi knew the excruciating pain of finger-crushing; the pain
was terrifying.

Old Jin slowly unfolded the finger-crushing devices as if playing with them.

The smooth, polished wooden sticks were neatly threaded onto the hemp rope.

The devices emitted a terrifying light, making Bingyi tremble all over.

"I made this finger-crushing device when you were ten. I thought that after you became my girlfriend, I
could put it on your little hands every day,"

he said, taking Bingyi's delicate hand in his own.

"Every day I'll make you suffer this finger-crushing pain, watch you beg for mercy, watch you writhe in agony, and then tie you
to the bed, making you feel like you're in heaven or hell."

As he spoke, he caressed Bingyi's cold, smooth hand with his fingers.

"I wonder what these ten tender fingers will become after being tortured."

"Master Jin... no..."

Bingyi desperately tried to pull her hand away from his large hand, but Old Jin held it tightly.

"Let me go..."

Bingyi watched as Old Jin played with her ten fingers, then slowly slipped them one by one into
the cold finger-crushing device, seemingly enjoying the process immensely.

The pain she had felt from Xinlei's finger-crushing earlier seemed to return, filling her with immense fear of the endless
agony to come.

"Be intimate with me, or suffer yourself, which would you choose?"

he asked finally.

"I...I choose...I choose...suffering..."

Bingyi was too frightened to speak.

Her ten smooth, delicate fingers trembled uncontrollably under the finger-crushing torture.

"Hold her down,"

Old Jin ordered the wicked women, then stood to Bingyi's right, and had the strongest woman
stand to her left, pulling on the ropes of the finger-crushing torture.

"No...no..."

Bingyi shook her head repeatedly; if her body hadn't been forcibly held down by the women, she probably would have collapsed to the ground.

"Tighten it!"

Old Jin ordered fiercely, pulling hard on his own end of the rope.

"Ah..."

Unable to bear the immense pain, Bingyi screamed.

Her face was deathly pale, her teeth biting her lower lip tightly, and large beads of sweat appeared on her forehead.

"Tighten it again!" Old Jin pulled the rope hard again.

"Ah!"

This time it hurt even more. Bingyi's body trembled violently, her voice weak, and more sweat beaded on her forehead.

"It hurts...it hurts so much..."

Bingyi bit her lower lip slightly, the blood seeping out contrasting
sharply , seemingly adding to her beauty.

The men below the stage, though heartbroken for the beautiful young woman, felt a surge of heat in their lower bodies at the sight of such a beautiful woman
being violated and abused.

They wanted to see her in such a pitiful state, silently hoping that when she could no longer bear the pain, she
would beg for mercy from this ugliest, lowest of men.

Old Jin, however, showed no mercy whatsoever. He kept ordering the fingers to tighten, tighten, tighten. Bingyi was in
excruciating , her hair soaked with sweat, and her ten fingers began to bleed from the pressure.

The woman controlling the other finger-pinching was also drenched in sweat from the excessive force, and even Old Jin was
panting heavily from the effort of tightening the fingers.

"It hurts! It hurts! Ah!"

Bingyi had no chance to catch her breath. The excruciating pain from her fingertips gnawed at her heart and her consciousness, and
each tightening brought even more pain...

Finally, Lao Jin called a halt, letting Bingyi, still bound by the finger-crushing device, slump to the ground.

The wooden stick and rope used for the finger-crushing were already stained with traces of Bingyi's blood.

Bingyi had actually fainted from the pain, but Lao Jin relentlessly tightened the device, repeatedly
reviving her from her unconscious state with pain.

"Why...why...do...this...torture...me..."

Bingyi was on the verge of losing consciousness from the pain.

"Because I love you so much, I love you a hundred times, a thousand times, ten thousand times more than Mo Chenjue!"

Lao Jin angrily grabbed Bingyi's long hair, forcing her to look up at him.

"You...you..."

There was contempt in Bingyi's eyes. She wanted to speak but stopped, too weak to continue.

"That bitch!"

Old Jin was enraged by Bingyi's contempt. He picked up the finger-crushing device on Bingyi's hand again, made the women help
the frail Bingyi kneel, and then tightened the rope around her finger-crushing device once more.

"Ah..."

Bingyi was crying out so hard she could barely make a sound; this time, her voice was hoarse.

"Ah...ah...ah..."

Bingyi's weak body swayed slightly from side to side as the finger-crushing device was applied. She was covered in sweat, which was almost soaking through
her thin gauze .

"If this continues, I'm afraid the little beauty won't be able to take it,"

someone in the audience muttered.

"But I also really enjoy seeing her suffer like this."

"Tighten it, tighten it even more!"

Old Jin tightened the finger-crushing device with a frenzied intensity, and the people holding Bingyi down on the stage were also
sweating profusely from her intense pain.

"Ah...ah..."

Bingyi's beautiful face was contorted with agony as she was repeatedly tortured until she fainted and then
awoke .

Finally, with a "snap," the rope binding her fingers snapped.

The blood-stained wooden rods lay scattered on the ground, and Bingyi's hands, dripping slightly blood, loosened, causing her to faint
again.

Old Jin laughed heartily. He had finally used the finger-crushing device he had made himself to torment the little beauty
he had been dreaming of .

Her pained expression, her heart-stirring moans that resembled lovemaking, her weak and helpless body completely under
his control...all of it was his. Now she was his!

He picked up the unconscious, limp Bingyi and placed her in the chair where she had been bound. He then
took a bucket of ice water and poured it over her.

"Hmph..."

Bingyi slowly awoke from the shock of the ice water, the piercing pain in her fingers returning.

"It...it hurts so much...it's so cold..."

Old Jin looked at her, her gauze dress soaked and clinging to her body from the ice water, revealing her jade-like skin and graceful
curves .

He went over and took her tormented little hand

in his. He licked her delicate fingers one by one.

"It hurts...don't...don't touch me..."

Bingyi protested futilely.

Old Jin released her hand, his eyes filled with tenderness.

"Even in this weakened state, you still refuse to accept me."

He stroked her tenderly.

"No..."

Old Jin continued.

"For so many years, I've fantasized about tying you up and doing whatever I want to you. To abuse you to my heart's content,
to make you feel utterly ashamed of being violated by me, the lowest and ugliest person."

"No...don't..."

Bingyi seemed to sense what he was about to do.

"Even if I don't tie you up now, you probably won't have the strength to resist me,"

Old Jin chuckled wickedly. He knelt down, spread her legs apart again, lifted them onto the armrest of the chair, and pressed his

thick, stubble-covered lips tightly against hers. His rough hands kneaded Bingyi's soft breasts. "No...no..." Bingyi was extremely resistant, but her body was so exhausted from the torture that she had no strength left, and her voice was incredibly weak. "Don't touch me...no..." Bingyi tried to push him away, but the pain and numbness in her fingertips made her unable to move at all. Old Jin's stubble continued to stimulate Bingyi's tender lower body. His thick lips covered the largest area of her flower, and his large tongue repeatedly licked the precious, shy little pearl. Before long, the little pearl was licked so excitedly that it stood erect. His large hands forcefully squeezed Bingyi's tender nipples, squeezing and releasing, kneading them continuously. Bingyi was almost surrendering to the increasingly intense pleasure. "No...no..." Bingyi frowned slightly. The men all knew she was actually enjoying it. "Still being stubborn." Old Jin looked up with a wicked smile, staring at her. This sudden stop made Bingyi actually want him to continue torturing her, to abuse her with his thick lips and big tongue. Old Jin suddenly lowered his head again and licked Bingyi hard with his big tongue. "Ah!" This time, Bingyi was caught off guard and finally obeyed her own feelings, surrendering to her body. She groaned. "Hahahahaha" Old Jin laughed incessantly. His wish of so many years had finally come true. To have the little beauty moan beneath him was what he had longed for every day. Bingyi was also extremely ashamed of her own moan. "No...no..." She wanted to argue, but Old Jin's thick fingers stroked her lower body, and instantly, his fingers were covered with Bingyi's love juice. "Look, still stubborn. What is this? My little beauty, my little slut?" "No...no..." Bingyi lowered her head helplessly and ashamedly, a blush of shame appearing on her face for the first time, making her even more alluring. "You've been aroused by my licking, I'll continue to make you feel even better." Old Jin picked up Bingyi, sat down in a chair, and let Bingyi sit comfortably in his lap. He placed one of Bingyi's legs on the armrest of the chair. "No...don't...it's so humiliating..." Her vulva was once again exposed to everyone. Bingyi was overwhelmed with shame, but she still had no strength left. "Shh." Old Jin signaled her to stop resisting. He turned Bingyi's beautiful face around with his large hand, and his foul mouth immediately sucked Bingyi's cherry lips. His large tongue forcefully pried open her pearly teeth and intertwined with her soft pink tongue. Bingyi wanted to make a sound to resist but couldn't. Her lips were sucked tightly by Old Jin's thick lips, making it difficult for her to even breathe. Meanwhile, Old Jin kneaded Bingyi's tender breasts with one hand, while the other wandered between her lower abdomen and pubic bone. Finally, he parted the pubic hair and pinched the swollen clitoris with his fingertips. "Mmm..." Bingyi groaned softly under Old Jin's forceful kiss. Old Jin sucked Bingyi even tighter, drawing all of her saliva into his mouth. After teasing the clitoris for a while, he finally, finally, inserted a thick finger into Bingyi's vagina . "Mmm..." Bingyi groaned loudly from the stimulation. She broke free from Old Jin's mouth, panting heavily. She wanted to shout "No," but Old Jin's thick finger probed deeper and deeper into her vagina. A heat , and she actually craved him to insert another finger, hoping he would penetrate even deeper and fuller. "Oh..." Bingyi groaned again. To Old Jin, this sounded like heavenly music. Encouraged, he inserted another finger, the two fingers repeatedly thrusting in and out of Bingyi's tight lower body . "Little beauty, you...you're so tight..." Old Jin lowered his head, taking Bingyi's nipple into his mouth, nibbling and teasing it between his lips and teeth. "No...ah..." Another long, soft moan escaped from Old Jin's ministrations. The men, watching Bingyi's disheveled state in Old Jin's arms, couldn't help but grasp their own swollen members, slowly rubbing them together. Bingyi's increasingly frequent moans acted as a catalyst for everyone... In the midst of the chaos, Bingyi could feel Old Jin's lower body, pressed tightly against her buttocks, slowly swelling and hardening, pressing against her. At this moment, Bingyi was in excruciating pain from the torture she had just endured, and Old Jin's current tenderness could help alleviate the piercing pain in her fingertips; she wanted to redeem herself. "Ah...ah..." Bingyi's body began to gently move in sync with the movements of Old Jin's fingers, shifting back and forth. Her translucent toes, clenched and then straightened, seemed to be enjoying Old Jin's tender care. "Let me...let me pamper you properly..."

Driven by his lust, Lao Jin's thoughts began to wander.

After all, the soft, warm woman in his arms was the stunning beauty he had admired and longed for for so many years.

She was now tormented and ravaged by his love, her body a mess of pleasure, moaning softly.

He felt a sense of victory and conquest he had never experienced before.

Bingyi's breasts stood erect with excitement, trembling with each movement, while her lower body was already
overflowing with desire.

"Mmm...mmm...mmm..." Her moans grew louder, her eyes becoming increasingly vacant and unfocused.

"Ah...ah..."

The soft moans emanating from her cherry lips were so beautiful.

Lao Jin could no longer resist. He placed Bingyi on the ground, eagerly pulling out his large penis,
tearing the thin veil from her body, lifting one of her jade-like legs, and thrusting it straight into her.

"Ah...no..."

Bingyi immediately realized what she was doing, and she cried out in humiliation.

Old Jin removed his mask and began thrusting relentlessly into her body, his
stubble-covered mouth kissing and teasing Bingyi's raised legs and feet.

"No...no..."

Bingyi cried out, resisting, but this only fueled Old Jin's lust.

With each thrust, Old Jin forced Bingyi's beautiful face towards the heartbroken Mo Chenjue.

"President Mo...hmph...you see...hmph...who...who really won!"

Old Jin declared his victory to Mo Chenjue with a vicious smugness.

"No...don't..."

Bingyi couldn't bear to meet Mo Chenjue's sorrowful gaze; she was forced to look at Old Jin's ugly face.

"Yes...it's...it's...being...arbitrarily abused by...the most lowly person like me..."

Old Jin retaliated, pounding into her forcefully with each thrust.

To penetrate her even deeper, he lifted Bingyi's long legs onto his shoulders.

"Ah..." The deeper and fuller stimulation left Bingyi with nowhere to escape. She could only accept the onslaught. Old Jin's
thick member wreaked havoc on her lower body. He thrust tirelessly, the violent movements causing Bingyi's
breasts to sway back and forth.

"Shameless slut!"

He lifted Bingyi's buttocks slightly, continuing to violate her like a beast.

After hundreds and thousands of times, Old Jin finally withdrew his large member, flipped Bingyi over, and
thrust straight into her from behind!

"Ah..."

Old Jin grabbed Bingyi's snowy shoulders, making her lie there like a dog, letting him ravage and thrust,
venting the lust that had accumulated over so long.

"No...uh...no...it won't...ahhh...I can't...I can't take it..."

Bingyi was almost losing consciousness from his powerful movements.

The increasingly full pleasure in her lower body and the incomparably pleasurable heat surging in her lower abdomen made Bingyi finally
give up verbal resistance.

"Ah...good...so big...so deep..."

The little beauty's eyes were half-closed, her face flushed red, like a flower, her pink tongue constantly sticking out,
lightly licking her red lips...

"Strength...um...so big...um..."

"I...oh...faster...I can't take it anymore...umm..."

"Faster...ah...thrust into me...um...harder...uh...deeper..."

"Little slut, my little slut, you've finally shown your true colors."

Old Jin thrust in and out with all his might, Bingyi's love juice flowing down between her thighs, already soaking a large area.

Seeing the fairy he had longed for for so many years completely conquered beneath him, her lust rising, her
chaotic appearance uncontrollable, Old Jin felt that everything in this life was worthwhile.

Bingyi's body was almost lying on the ground from his thrusting, Old Jin reached out and pulled her up, continuing to straighten her slender waist,
endlessly ravaging the depths of her peach-like buttocks with his big thing.

"Little fairy, little slut... little vixen... little... little devil... you... you're so tight...
so tight..."

"Ah... I... I'm almost there... ah... so big... ah..."

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