[A Series on Humiliating Careers: The Supermodel] (End) Author: ColaDuke

Author: coladuke
Word Count: 77200

September 18th, 7:00 AM On September 18th, the Mid-Autumn Festival, in addition to reports on the bright moon and
mooncakes also had a joint report between Taipei and Las Vegas: "Top model Lin Zhiling was invited
to Las Vegas at the beginning of the month to be a guest at a famous sex club, but it
was
reported that her service failed to satisfy the club's owner, surnamed Xing, who refused to allow her to return home. In the end, it was only through the coordination of Qiu, a well-known agent who arranged the event, that she was able to return home to spend the Mid-Autumn Festival with her family..." Such gossip, like the one about the model surnamed Hong having dinner with a wealthy banker and demanding five million, or the model
surnamed accepting a gift worth tens of millions from a politician's son, appears every day. Perhaps
it would be big news if the newspapers didn't report on it!

This report was published on the front page of the entertainment section of various newspapers because the female lead was top model Lin Zhiling,
but the purpose of the editors of each newspaper was simply to take the opportunity to publish Lin Zhiling's beautiful and revealing photos to boost
newspaper sales. As for the inside story and veracity of this rumor, no one actually bothered to investigate or delve into it.

Take Hong Kong's Next Magazine, famous for its paparazzi in the Chinese-speaking world, for example: although it was featured prominently with a
sensational headline, "Selling Art into Prostitution: Lin Zhiling Falls for It in Las Vegas," the content was a general, family-friendly version,
not a more explicit, factual one.

September 13th, 6:00 AM. "Ring...ring..." Lin Zhiling had just fallen asleep when she was woken by a phone
call .

She glanced at the alarm clock beside her bed; it was only a little past six.

Because she had broken her ribs in early July while filming a P&G commercial in Dalian, she had been out of work for two whole months,
accumulating a mountain of unfinished video, filming, and photography contracts. These past few weeks, barely managing to return to work, she had
been working tirelessly day and night.

Last night, she filmed a jelly TV commercial and didn't get home until after 2 AM.

Unlike others in their line of work, they couldn't just collapse into bed as soon as they got home. If you don't carefully remove
your makeup and properly care for your skin to keep it in optimal condition, it won't just affect your work; you might even be
too ashamed to go out the next day.

In fact, a model's face and body are their livelihood tools, just like a taxi driver takes care of his car or
a chef takes care of his stove and pots—they must be washed and maintained frequently.

Models' faces are naturally covered in various cosmetics during work, and in fact
, even their bodies are coated with foundation and makeup to enhance skin texture and radiance, like a layer of paint. This can't
be easily removed with a simple face wash or shower; it requires a deep cleansing oil to thoroughly
clean .

But simply washing and removing makeup isn't enough. Just for the face, you need to wash it with a cleansing lotion,
apply moisturizing toner, lotion, eye cream, and neck cream, then apply a face mask and anti-wrinkle eye mask. As for hand and foot creams, and
anti-wrinkle creams and moisturizers for the abdomen, these are also essential. But even more important are breast enhancement and firming
creams for key areas.

The whole process took a full three hours.

Lin Zhiling, who had only slept for less than two hours, desperately covered her ears, fighting back against the ringing phone.
But the caller, a complete idiot, was more patient than she was and refused to hang up.

Lin Zhiling thought the only person who could be this annoying was probably her manager, Qiu Li, and reluctantly picked up the phone.

"Get up, my sweet daughter," came Qiu Li's effeminate voice from the receiver. "Let's go to
Las Vegas and make a killing."

"No way, I want to sleep!" Lin Zhiling pleaded with her manager.

Qiu Li thought: Even if you want to sleep in Las Vegas, I won't allow it.

However, she still coaxed Lin Zhiling, saying, "Don't you always want to go on vacation? Hurry up!
The Pyramid , Treasure Island,
MGM Grand, Blackjack, Baccarat, Slot Machines, Superstar Show, and
countless giant shopping malls are waiting for you."

"How can I possibly have the energy to go shopping right now?"

"Cheer up! $300,000 is already waiting for you in Las Vegas. I'll pick you up at your house in an hour
; we need to catch a 10 o'clock flight."

"Ugh! You have no idea how much time I need to spend getting a face treatment, putting on makeup, combing my hair, doing skincare,
picking out clothes …"

"Stop nagging, see you in an hour. What does it matter if I don't have time to do my makeup or change? Even if you're
naked, it's fine."

"Ugh..." At 7:00 AM on September 13th, when Qiu Li arrived
at the door of the villa Lin Zhiling had bought at a low price through a resale, Lin Zhiling was wearing sunglasses that covered half her face, a sun hat that
covered other half, and was completely wrapped in a loose, knee-length burlap sack. Reluctantly, she opened the door
and poked her head out, complaining, "I haven't packed my luggage yet..." Qiu Li pulled her into the car: "What
doesn't America have? We'll buy everything again in Las Vegas." He patted the bag in his hand and continued, "I have a passport,
US dollars , and credit cards. What could I possibly lack?"

"Cough! Just kidding, I wouldn't be that unprofessional." Lin Zhiling instructed Qiu Li's driver, "
Xiao Wu , could you please help me load my suitcases into the car?"

"Strange! Three big suitcases." Qiu Li exaggeratedly mocked, "Are you fleeing or immigrating?"

"Hey! With the title of the nation's top model, if people find me dressed too sloppily, wouldn't
they think our country is still at an economic level where people can't even cover their bodies?"

"Not even cover your bodies? The clothes you supermodels wear are truly what you call barely covering your bodies."

"Ugh! You have no idea what I'm going through!" Lin Zhiling punched Qiu Li hard with her fist.

"I know! I know! Don't even mention clothes and cosmetics, you brought more than a dozen
pairs of shoes just to match your outfits, right?"

"Hmph! I'm a dedicated model, I have to have professional standards."

"I know! I know! Come here, my dear daughter, let me introduce you. This is Wang Huizhen,
a newcomer to our company. This time, she'll be your assistant, coming with us to Las Vegas to learn, to learn." Lin Zhiling stared at
the little girl in front of her, looking her up and down.

The sweet little girl blushed under his gaze, then stammered and timidly
greeted , "My name is Wang Huizhen, please take care of me, Sister Lin."

"Look at you, you blush like this after just two glances from me. How will you ever show your body to others in the future?"
The little girl named Wang Huizhen blushed even more at the strange question.

Lin Zhiling thought to herself: She was indeed a sweet girl that even women would be captivated by. Her skin was flawless and fair
, her eyes were large and watery, and she still looked somewhat childlike, giving off a pure and innocent, well-behaved image
. Especially her petite face—the standard small-faced beauty that photographers adored. She seemed to have
the make a living in this industry, but whether she could survive in the fiercely competitive modeling
world, whether she could adapt to this melting pot of a world, was still too early to say.

"How did you get into this industry?"

"Honestly! Perhaps few people are as lucky as me. Because of a single enlarged photo, I
miraculously landed my first ever advertisement. Actually, I had experience being followed by talent scouts back in high school, but because
my family was very strict, I promised my mother I would study hard and get into university first, so I refused them all."

"You seem like a well-behaved child from a strict family. You're probably still a virgin," Lin Zhiling
thought asked, "So when did you start modeling?"

"It was during my freshman year of college. My classmate went to a photo printing shop near the school to get our class photos printed.
The owner asked my classmate if he could enlarge one of my photos and hang it in the shop. My classmate thought it would
n't matter! So, not long after, a production assistant came to my class and asked me to audition for a
film. I initially refused, but the whole class egged me on and dragged me to the audition room. To my surprise, I got the job on the first try
! That's how I earned my first advertising model fee, which was equivalent to a whole year's tutoring salary
!"

"You're really lucky," Lin Zhiling said with emotion. "Back then, I auditioned at least thirty or forty times before
getting my first job."

"Yes, at the beginning of the month, the advertiser specifically requested that I film a sequel, and he also specified that I join Teacher Qiu
's agency first." Lin Zhiling sighed sadly in her heart, knowing that
the wealthy businessman who taken a liking to Wang Huizhen and asked Qiu Li to train her first before trying to take advantage of her.

"Dad agreed because he heard that Teacher Qiu is your agent, Sister Lin. Dad is so sweet!
He has all your posters! This time, Dad only allowed me to take
leave from school to come to Las Vegas for an internship because he knew I was coming with you. He also insisted that I invite Sister Lin to our home after we return to Taiwan!" Lin
Zhiling never expected that she was the main force that pushed this pure and lovely girl into the fire pit, and she was too sad to
say anything more.

On the other hand, she was too tired to pay attention to her anymore, and her heavy eyelids closed, and she fell unconscious.

September 14th, 6:00 PM. The nature of modeling is not a 9-to-5 job, but rather a job that doesn't distinguish between day and night, which has
honed Lin Zhiling's ability to sleep soundly whenever she has time. This flight allowed Lin Zhiling, who had been working non-stop for the past year except for July and
August when she was recovering from an injury, to sleep for a full twenty hours. When she
woke up, she had arrived in the world's most famous gambling city—Las Vegas.

Las Vegas, once infamous as the "Sin City," has transformed into one of the world's largest and most vibrant entertainment destinations thanks to conglomerate investment. This desert city,
adorned , is no longer
off-limits to family travel, and businesses no longer prohibit its use for meetings and incentive trips. Las Vegas has become synonymous with
entertainment .

Although the Las Vegas authorities have attempted to change the public's perception of "Gambling City" and develop a
more diversified tourism strategy, hoping to transform the city into a family-friendly
destination, gambling and prostitution remain the city's largest industries.

"This time, our guest is Xing Qinghong." Qiu Li dismissed Wang Huizhen, sending her to find
the car Xing Qinghong had sent to pick them up, and began explaining to Lin Zhiling, "Before '97, he was ostensibly a tycoon in the Hong Kong entertainment industry, but
in reality, he made his fortune running a sex industry. Fearing a crackdown on prostitution after the handover, he
immigrated . I heard he originally owned a ranch in the desert near Las Vegas, which he used as a training
ground for models."

"A model training ground?"

"Models who perform in clubs and private parties, understand?"

"Oh." Lin Zhiling pouted and responded dismissively.

"These past few years, he couldn't stand the loneliness, so he rented a space at the Sahara Hotel in Las Vegas and started
a club ."

"How old is he?" Qiu Li leered, "A little over fifty. But I think he was involved in the Hong Kong
triads , so he should still be quite fit. He's not just a pretty face, neglecting his clients." Lin Zhiling
glared coldly at her manager and ignored him. Lin Zhiling walked towards the young man led by Wang Huizhen who had come to pick them up
.

"Miss Lin, you must be tired from your journey. My name is Judas Zheng. Mr. Xing sent me to pick you up. It
's such an honor to meet you in person. We Chinese in America have long admired you,
but we never expected you to be even more beautiful in person than in your photos on TV and posters." Lin Zhiling had heard this kind of flattery
many times, but she still gave him her signature sweet smile in thanks.

Judas Zheng, seemingly infatuated, helped them load their luggage into the Mercedes SUV and invited them to get in
.

"I'll take you to the hotel now. Actually, our Mr. Xing is also staying in the presidential
suite . He's already waiting for Miss Lin in his room. He's also booked rooms for Mr. Qiu and Miss Wang,
and he'll invite them to visit the club tomorrow when he's free." Lin Zhiling hadn't expected him to be so blatant and remained silent with a cold face.
Wang Huizhen still had an innocent and excited expression, it was unclear whether she truly hadn't understood.

Qiu Li seemed unconcerned, easily negotiating, "Miss Lin has been on a 20-hour flight;
she needs to rest and freshen up a bit, put on makeup, and change clothes before starting work."

"No problem. The presidential suite has several separate rooms. Miss Lin can
change , and then I'll take you to the master bedroom to see Mr. Xing." At 8:00 PM on September 14th, Zheng
pushed open the heavy door to the master bedroom for Lin Zhiling, who was already dressed up.

Xing Qinghong, who had been waiting for a long time, forced an unnatural smile on his otherwise unfriendly face
: "Miss Lin, welcome! Welcome!" Looking at Lin Zhiling's GUCCI
2005 Spring/Summer backless dress, Xing Qinghong thought: The wait was worth it.

A narrow strip of fabric clung tightly to her chest, revealing not only her cleavage but also two full, snow-white breasts. Another
narrow strip of fabric draped diagonally from her left shoulder to her right waist, offering little coverage but creating
a suggestive, alluring effect. Her short skirt barely reached her hips, dropping to just below her waist,
perfectly accentuating the curves of her waist and hips, while her legs were completely exposed.

Xing Qinghong's gaze roamed over Lin Zhiling's entire body with satisfaction: "This is the outfit you wore at
the 5th isn't it?"

"Oh my, Brother Xing, you have such a huge career and are so busy, yet you still remember such a small thing."

"Ha! Ha! Ha! How could I not care about Miss Lin's affairs? Just to see you in that hot outfit, I even
had the awards ceremony recorded so I could watch it over and over again. Unlike those tasteless, ignorant
bumpkins and fools in Beijing who actually yelled at you in public and booed you, it really made me furious. That's why I contacted
your manager, Qiu Li, and asked him to arrange a get-together with you to properly comfort you."

"Brother Xing, I'm truly flattered that you care so much about me."

"What man wouldn't care about a beauty like you? As the saying goes, 'It takes a hundred years of cultivation to share a boat ride.
' I must have knocked down a thousand wooden fish in my past life to have the chance to share a room with Miss Lin today." Lin Zhiling
thought : What does knocking down wooden fish have to do with this? It only has to do with your money. But let's just treat it as acting, and use her signature
sweet voice: "Brother Xing, you flatter me too much. It must be my good deeds accumulated over a thousand years to have the chance
to meet you on the other side of the world."

"A thousand years? A thousand years is enough to share a pillow!" Lin Zhiling sized up the man in front of her. Short and wiry,
with a buzz cut, he looked quite energetic.

A square face, even though he was joking with her, still gave off a dignified and domineering feeling.

However, Lin Zhiling liked his straightforward personality; it was all about sleeping together anyway. Unlike dealing with
some politicians, who are clearly scoundrels, yet maintain
a hypocritical facade even during the actual act, that's truly disgusting.

"Brother Xing, you're so annoying! It's not even dark yet, and you're already thinking about sleeping together."

"Miss Lin is right, let's sit for a while." Xing Qinghong said, sitting down on a single
sofa .

Lin Zhiling was dumbfounded, as there was only one chair in the room: "Where should I sit?"
Xing Qinghong patted his thigh with a smile.

"Ugh!"

"This is a genuine leather sofa."

"Alright, I'll gladly accept." She sat down on Xing Qinghong's lap.

Her incredibly bouncy buttocks swayed on his thighs, arousing Xing Qinghong's lust. His hands began to roughly
knead Lin Zhiling's bare 24-inch waist.

"I'm so sorry! This is just a cheap cloth sofa, not a leather one."

"Then I'll turn it into a leather sofa." She turned to unbuckle Xing Qinghong's belt.

Lin Zhiling unbuckled her belt and, with a swift motion, pulled down Xing Qinghong's suit pants and underwear, revealing
his engorged penis.

Although she had seen many men's penises, Lin Zhiling always
felt nauseous whenever she saw a stranger's.

But for the sake of her job, she could only suppress her disgust and, with her signature innocent smile and childish
voice, looked at Xing Qinghong and said, "Brother Xing, let me lick it for you, okay?"

"It's already impatient. I think you should just lick it with your vagina." Lin Zhiling's eagerness to lick his penis wasn't because she was being promiscuous
; it was simply because Xing Qinghong had absolutely no sense of romance.
He wanted to , and her vagina was dry—how could she possibly do that?

Lin Zhiling pouted, wanting to plead with Xing Qinghong, but seeing his expression, she knew there was
no room for negotiation.

The clients Lin Zhiling now entertains, or rather, the people who can afford to mess with her, are either bosses of large corporations or influential figures in
politics ; these people always have absolute authority, and others have no choice but to obey without
question. Therefore, she has long since learned to be submissive to avoid making a fool of herself.

She could only get up and unbutton her skirt, revealing her thong and stockings underneath; and of course, her forty-four-inch legs, touted by
the media as the most perfect in the country.

Just as she was about to unbutton her top, Xing Qinghong intervened again: "That's fine, hurry up and sit down."
Helplessly, Lin Zhiling stepped onto the sofa in her high heels, placed her hands on Xing Qinghong's shoulders, and slowly
squatted down.

When the thin strip of fabric from her thong touched Xing Qinghong's penis, Lin Zhiling was about to
use her small hand to pull aside the thong and rub her private parts to see if she could stimulate some lubrication when
Xing Qinghong intervened again: "Let my little brother do it himself." He then used his penis to push the thin
strip of fabric from the thong into Lin Zhiling's vagina.

"Brother Xing, you're so mean!" But her delicate hand, which had just untied the bow of her thong, was grabbed by
Xing Qinghong's strong hand.

"It's okay, I don't mind sharing a hole with your panties."

"But I don't want that, I only want your little brother."

"A little hole as famous as Miss Lin's has tasted all sorts of delicacies, how could you only want my
little brother ? It's better to wipe it clean with your panties first." Lin Zhiling didn't expect him to be so
vulgar and blunt, and was stunned speechless.

Xing Qinghong gazed at her innocent face, so captivating to men for its naivety, and a look on his face suggested he was hearing profanity for the first
time . That alluring expression nearly made him lose control and ejaculate.

He roared, "Fuck!" Grabbing her wrist with one hand and her slender waist with the other, he thrust forward with a powerful
thrust .

"Ouch!" Xing Qinghong, not wanting to finish so easily, remained still, enjoying
the supermodel sitting on him. One hand roamed over her waist and thighs, experiencing the smooth, silky
feel.

His left hand, which had been holding Lin Zhiling's small hand, playfully searched for her erogenous zones.
He pinched her earlobe, brushed her red lips,
kneaded her waist, scratched her armpits, touched her inner thighs, pricked her navel with his fingers, and
occasionally flicked her nipples through her thin bra.

Lin Zhiling writhed uncomfortably as Xing Qinghong teased her, but each wriggle
only intensified the discomfort of her vagina, which was filled to the brim by a large penis with the glans pressing against her cervix. The friction between
the small and her tender flesh provided
a stimulation completely different from any other form of penetration, one she had never experienced before.

Yet, Xing Qinghong's hands, which roamed over her body, refused to reach her vagina to relieve the itch.

Her hands, which had intended to caress her labia and clitoris, were skillfully pushed away by Xing Qinghong.
Left , she resorted to bending her legs and lifting her hips in piston-like motions to relieve the itch.

Seeing that Lin Zhiling was aroused, Xing Qinghong ceased his teasing and sat comfortably, accepting Lin Zhiling's sexual services as the one
paying the bill .

What should have been a scene of lovemaking and sweet nothings was instead marred by Xing Qinghong's scrutiny of Lin Zhiling's lower abdomen, as if he were examining
food He spoke in a cold, rational tone, "From now on
, all the girls under my command will have their pubic hair cut to this length."

"Oh… Brother Xing… what are you saying?"

"Your sexual skills are worse than a ten-dollar prostitute's. But your barely sprouting pubic
hair , when it touches my lower
abdomen, feels quite novel." The popular Lin Zhiling, who had been hailed as a goddess by men across the country for the past year, was now the object of countless desires . Hearing the man she was having sex with compare her to a ten-dollar prostitute, she was overcome with sorrow, her eyes reddening, and she almost burst into tears. Any remaining goodwill she had towards Xing Qinghong vanished completely. "You're comparing her to a prostitute...you..." "I shouldn't have compared you to a prostitute." Xing Qinghong showed no mercy, continuing in an even colder voice, "In my eyes, you're worse than a prostitute. At least the girls working for me work hard to improve their skills to please men and keep their jobs; I think you're just using the title of ' Number One Model' to spread your legs and wait for the money to come in." Lin Zhiling's blood boiled, and she trembled with anger . Just as she was about to storm off, she glanced down and saw their genitals still intertwined. Her instinct told her not to confront him like that, and she convinced herself: it's all about "money," so she should endure him for now. Besides softly retorting, "Then why did you even bother with her?" while playfully punching Xing Qinghong's chest with her fists , she changed the subject, saying, "Did her pubic hair bother you too?" Xing Qinghong, seemingly unaware of Lin Zhiling's emotional turmoil, leered, "Your pubic hair did bother me, it made my genitals itchy, it felt strangely comfortable." This medium-length pubic hair was actually because Lin Zhiling, as a runway model, often had the opportunity to wear very revealing clothing, even underwear or sexy swimwear, for her performances. To prevent hair exposure, the unwritten rule for runway models was to shave their pubic hair. However, Lin Zhiling had been in a rush to catch her flight, and Judas Zheng had been urging her to change , so she hadn't shaved for three or four days. And because she used to shave every day, like a man's beard, the more frequently she shaved, the faster and thicker it grew. Therefore, a patch of prickly hair had grown around her labia and lower abdomen. The two were in a deep, intimate position, with the woman straddling the man's erect penis, their lower abdomens and genitals in full contact, giving Xing Qinghong a unique and pleasurable experience. However, Xing Qinghong wasn't one to be satisfied with just that. Seeing Lin Zhiling busy talking and slacking off slapped her plump, firm buttocks with a "smack!" "Don't be lazy! Don't stop until I've completely stuffed your panties into your vagina." Lin Zhiling looked down at the small strip of fabric still partially exposed, inwardly cursing, "Pervert!" But she decided to finish quickly telling her manager, Qiu Li, to tell him she was only spending one night with him. Pouting, she used Xing Qinghong's shoulders, who was comfortably leaning back in the sofa, for leverage, and moved her legs, which were curled and spread between his thighs, twisting her lower body to allow the friction between into her vagina. To achieve her goal, Lin Zhiling had to clench her vaginal muscles as she sat down to allow Xing Qinghong's penis to penetrate her. The tight friction and manipulation made Xing Qinghong gasp with pleasure. However, to ensure the thong only went in and out, she had to relax her vaginal muscles when lifting her hips to allow Xing Qinghong's penis to withdraw. This forced contraction and relaxation of her vagina, combined with the friction of the fabric much rougher than human skin, heightened the sensitivity of her vaginal flesh to an unprecedented level. After dozens of rounds of thrusting, Lin Zhiling was not only exhausted but also panting and moaning. When Lin Zhiling finally managed to squeeze the thong completely into her vagina as Xing Qinghong requested, she was drenched in sweat and collapsed onto Xing Qinghong, completely exhausted. But Xing Qinghong, who was probably also quite excited, calmly stretched out his fingers and pinched the last bit of thong fabric still sticking out from Lin Zhiling's labia, and said calmly, "Don't slack off, Miss Lin." "Brother Xing, you're so mean, you're not putting in any effort." "Put in what effort? Do you think I'm paying you to have fun? Get to work properly." Lin Zhiling sobbed aggrievedly , "But your weird ideas have made my pussy hurt so much." This was true, because no matter how fine the thong fabric was, it was still much rougher than the skin of a man's penis. The intense friction earlier hadn't hurt during the passion , but now that it stopped, she could really feel that her tender flesh might have been chafed. Xing Qinghong pinched the strip of fabric sticking out from her labia and pulled it towards her clitoris, making Lin Zhiling start moaning and writhing again . "Oh... Brother Xing, how can I get it in if you don't let go?" "Do you want me to help?" Lin Zhiling gave Xing Qinghong a sweet kiss, using her signature coquettish charm: "How about we do it on the bed?" Xing Qinghong laughed, "I mean: I can help you put this in ," as he spoke, he used a strip of cloth to tease Lin Zhiling's clitoris, "If you want to be penetrated, you have to do it yourself." "But my pussy really hurts..." "Then let's try the asshole." "Brother Xing, you're so annoying, you always use such weird tricks..." "Playing with the asshole is no weird trick? If you want weird tricks, I have plenty, I'll give you one..." Lin Zhiling was really afraid that he would make some perverted request again, so she quickly kissed his mouth to stop him from saying anything more, while lifting her buttocks.

After letting his still-erect penis leave her vagina, she moved forward, preparing to serve him with her anus. However,
because Xing Qinghong was sitting too upright, Lin Zhiling was pressed against him, his face buried
in her breasts through his thin shirt, his glans only reaching the perineum between her vagina and anus.

"You get angry when I say your technique is bad. Let me teach you. Lean back and support yourself with your hands." As he spoke, he pulled Lin Zhiling's hands away
from using her hands,
which were placed on either side of his knees and braced against the front edge of the sofa, to support her upper body weight.

Xing Qinghong stared at the model kneeling between his legs, her body curving beautifully against his thighs, and
chuckled with satisfaction, "Your figure is better than any prostitute who charges ten dollars a night. Let's see if your asshole
is worth thirty thousand dollars a night." He reached out and cupped her firm, elastic buttocks, enjoying
the caress of those alluring mounds while moving the small anus hidden between her breasts
above his erect penis.

Lin Zhiling then realized she had been tricked by Xing Qinghong. Because of her current position, to
support suspended upper body, her hands and feet were completely immobile, leaving her at Xing Qinghong's mercy.

When Xing Qinghong freed his hands and grabbed Lin Zhiling's beautiful ankles resting on either side of his hips,
lifting them into the air, Lin Zhiling could only scream helplessly as the man's penis, under her own weight, slowly pressed
into her anus.

As Xing Qinghong had her legs draped over his shoulders, his thick penis was already fully
inserted into Lin Zhiling's anus.

"You slut, so you like anal sex. You even put on so much lubricant beforehand, it's not
very effective ." Lin Zhiling pursed her lips, feeling infinitely wronged, and let him mock her. She could only retort in a conciliatory manner, "I washed it clean so
it would be easier for you to play with it." In fact, although she was forced into this dishonorable act, she still couldn't
accept such perverted behavior as anal sex. It seemed that every man who bought her body had to play with every
hole in her body, and almost none of them would spare her anus.

At first, she didn't know any better, and her anus was torn countless times before she learned to
apply her rectum had been loosened by playing with it, so she was less likely to get injured again.

"Do you want me to take the thong out of your vagina?" Lin Zhiling tilted her head back, which was hanging upside down off the sofa
, and nodded frantically.

"So how are you going to thank me?" Lin Zhiling knew exactly what he wanted. Although she
cursed , she obediently used her legs to brace herself on Xing Qinghong's shoulders, moving her hips up and down
to let him enjoy the pleasure of thrusting into her anus.

However, this position was incredibly tiring. After only a few dozen thrusts, Lin Zhiling's limbs were weak and
she was sweating profusely.

Meanwhile, her vagina was experiencing a different kind of unpleasant discomfort. Xing Qinghong, pretending to keep his promise
, actually began to pull the cloth strip out of her vagina, causing the cloth stuffed inside to rub against her
tender flesh , making Lin Zhiling moan repeatedly.

Lin Zhiling couldn't take it anymore. Although she
regularly tonight she was
incredibly sleepy because she had just gotten off a plane and wasn't adjusting to the time difference. Furthermore, Xing Qinghong's positions were particularly strange, using muscles she didn't normally use.
After a vigorous series of movements, her whole body ached, and the head-down, feet-up position made her head feel dizzy and congested
.

What Lin Zhiling found even more unbearable was that after serving Xing Qinghong for over half an hour, having explored both her front and back orifices,
his penis was still stubbornly erect. Even more discouraging was that Xing Qinghong maintained
a cold, expressionless face, showing no sign of excitement or passion. At this rate, she didn't know
when she would be able to rest tonight.

Forced to resort to her signature move, she pleaded in a coquettish voice, "Brother Xing, you're so good at this! My little hole is
so itchy from you, my slutty little cunt really wants to kiss your little brother, please..."

"My little brother is busy relieving the itch in your horny ass, so I'll just use my finger to
satisfy your craving for now."

"No, I want your little brother!"

"Once you've tasted the flavor of your finger, I guarantee you won't love a man's little brother anymore." Ignoring Lin Zhiling's
objections, his short, thick index finger ruthlessly invaded the woman's most private and sacred place.

As the owner of the female slave ranch, Xing Qinghong lived up to his reputation as a master of training. He only used the pad of his index finger
to rub around the little hole twice, and the number one model, who always presented an innocent and pure image to the nation, was brought to a humiliating climax under his
manipulation .

In his youth, Xing Qinghong had been involved in the underworld and had learned some hard martial arts like Iron
Palm
. While his skills weren't great, his training method of repeatedly striking hot iron filings in a large pot with his bare hands had made his fingertips exceptionally rough. Combined with his mastery of the female G-spot, even an experienced prostitute couldn't resist
his sandpaper-like fingers rubbing her most sensitive spot. No wonder Lin Zhiling, who had been teased for half a day, surrendered in less than a minute
.

Xing Qinghong looked triumphantly at the beauty, who was now dazed, and pressed his advantage, forcing his other index finger
into her still-contracting vagina.

Lin Zhiling, still reeling from her orgasm, cried out and climaxed again. The
stimulation came from two thumbs vigorously digging into her clitoris outside her vagina, and from her
left index finger forcefully pulling open her vaginal opening while hooking it onto her G-spot. But the most alluring sensation was from her right index finger rubbing against the vaginal wall, against his own penis inserted into Lin Zhiling's rectum
.

Watching the sweet face of the woman hailed as the most beautiful woman in the country contort and deformed by two consecutive orgasms, her originally delicate
features twisted into a sadistic beauty, Xing Qinghong finally couldn't hold back any longer and ejaculated. His

hot semen, like a high-pressure enema, shot deep into Lin Zhiling's body.

Her two private orifices, one enjoying the most pleasurable orgasm, the other being
tortured in the most humiliating way, left Lin Zhiling speechless with grief.

Xing Qinghong, seemingly undeterred by his recent ejaculation, placed her legs, which had been hanging on his shoulders, onto
the armrests , then used his hands, still wet with Lin Zhiling's semen, to grab the neck of the woman lying across his lap, pulling her...
He pulled Lin Zhiling up, so she was sitting face-to-face in Xing Qinghong's lap again.

"Take off your top, let me see your famous breasts, see if they've been flattened by a horse."
Like a submissive wife, Lin Zhiling obediently unhooked her bra,
revealing her perfectly shaped breasts—bowl-like from the front and teardrop-like from the side—to the man without any concealment.

Xing Qinghong released his hands from her neck and shamelessly began to fondle her two full, snow-white breasts.

"If anyone ever says your breasts are fake again, I can vouch for you that those two full breasts are
absolutely real... hahaha..." Lin Zhiling thought: If I'm willing to let people play with me like this, why would I need
anyone to vouch for me? She still obsequiously explained, "It's because I've been using breast enhancement and slimming secrets intensively
for the past three years that my breasts have become fuller and firmer, which is why there's been some gossip."

"I've had people collect a lot of your photos and posters, but I don't think I've ever seen your nipples. I
originally thought they'd been played with and smeared black, so you didn't dare show them to anyone, but I didn't expect them to be so bright red
!"

"Brother Xing, you always bully me; if I didn't like you, why would you let me do this...
this ..."

"You don't need to flatter me. Just looking at the skin tone of your chest, which is so consistent with your whole body, unlike a respectable woman who always wears a bra
, whose breasts are a pale white that hasn't been exposed to sunlight, I know that you spend more
time than covered by clothes."

"Brother Xing, you're wronging her again. While it's normal for models not to wear bras—partly
because our breasts are larger than average and therefore uncomfortable, and mainly because it's difficult to find suitable
bras due to our breast shape—wearing fewer bras doesn't mean we're constantly showing off. On the contrary, as you said,
to maintain the skin tone of our breasts matching our entire body, so as not to ruin the aesthetic when showcasing more revealing clothing, we models
don't even dare to sunbathe or swim." "Not showing off? I've probably seen at least three hundred, if not five hundred

, doctors and nurses in Dalian hospitals who have seen your breasts ." "Don't talk nonsense. What real doctors and fake doctors? From the moment I entered the hospital until I left, I wore nipple covers 24 ." "I don't believe it." Xing Qinghong, with his rough fingers that had just brought her to orgasm, pinched Lin Zhiling's two pink nipples and said with a lewd grin, "Tell me honestly, how many men have touched these two horny nipples of yours?" "Three...oh...ten...oh...thirty...oh...stop it, I can't take it anymore ...ah...help me..." "It seems your nipples are your erogenous zones. I happen to be an expert at teasing women's nipples. If you don't tell the truth , I guarantee your moans will be heard throughout the entire Sahara Hotel." "Oh...no...no..." "Hmm, you don't believe me, fine..." "I believe you...I believe you...I'll talk...I'll talk..." Lin Zhiling, whose nipples were being rapidly rotated by Xing Qinghong like beads, was already sweating profusely and screaming with goosebumps all over her body: "Thirty, really not thirty...oh...stop it!" Xing Qinghong smiled slowly and deliberately: "Don't rush, don't rush, let's slowly figure out which husband I am." But his hands not only didn't slow down, but instead increased the intensity. "Twenty-nine, twenty-nine, I calculated it before I came." "Who was your first man? Tell me!" Lin Zhiling, whose life was in Xing Qinghong's hands, had no room for thought or excuses and honestly answered, "I don't know." "Well, you dare not to tell me!" Suddenly, he pushed Lin Zhiling away, so that her upper body was suspended in front of him by the pull of her two nipples. Lin Zhiling screamed and quickly wrapped her arms around Xing Qinghong's neck, pulling her body back to his chest. She obediently answered, "No, no, it's not that I don't want to tell you, it's that I really don't know who my first ! My first time was a gang rape!" "Interesting. How old were you when this happened?" "It happened last year, I was thirty." "What…" This answer greatly surprised Xing Qinghong. " Lin Zhiling, hailed as the most beautiful woman in the country, is still a virgin at thirty? Who would believe that? Tell me the whole truth." Lin Zhiling closed her eyes, lost in painful memories: "It happened on the day the sales case for the real estate marketing advertisement that made me famous was closed." Xing Qinghong knew about this real estate marketing advertisement: Lin Zhiling had been working part-time as a print media model since her teens. Although she had always been diligent and strived for success, she had never encountered a good opportunity to perform. For over a decade, she had drifted in and out of the industry, always remaining a second-rate model. It wasn't until last year, when she took on this real estate marketing endorsement deal, that men across the country became captivated by Lin Zhiling, who wore a bikini top that clearly revealed her cleavage, hot pants that barely covered her buttocks, and displayed an innocent and naive smile. "I've been in the industry for over ten years, and I never used to attend social events or activities outside of work. But this deal made me famous overnight. The client invited me to a thank-you dinner to celebrate the 100% sales rate, and my trusted agent, Mr. Qiu, assured me it would just be a meal at a restaurant, so I went." Lin Zhiling continued, her face filled with sorrow, "When Mr. Qiu and I arrived, the large round table in the restaurant, seating twelve, was already occupied by twelve landowners and contractors involved in this project..." At this point, Lin Zhiling finally couldn't hold back her grief , bursting into tears and unable to continue. This time, Xing Qinghong didn't urge her; instead, he extended his tongue to lick away her constantly dripping tears. Only after she calmed down a bit did she press for details. Unwilling to reopen old wounds, Lin Zhiling leaned her head lightly on Xing Qinghong's shoulder and casually recounted, "Anyway, after taking a sip of the tea the boss handed me, I became hazy. I think I heard him saying something about sharing the good fortune and everyone getting a share of the profits. When I came to, I was lying naked on the big round table. The virginity I had preserved for thirty years, the virginity I was going to offer to my husband, had been taken away." Lin Zhiling touched her still-unrestored penis and changed the subject, saying, "Let's not talk about things that spoil Brother Xing's mood anymore . Shall we go to bed and let me continue to serve you?"

"What? You just finished and you're already getting horny again." Lin Zhiling lightly tapped Xing Qinghong's slightly overweight
and out-of-shape chest with her small fist, complaining, "Brother Xing, you're really biting the hand that feeds you. I was only
keeping you company because I was afraid you still wanted to play; actually, you, this expert at bullying women, have
almost , and you still say this to me."

"I didn't expect you to be so professional, little girl. Well then, I'll show you some of my best skills later and
let you know what 'enjoyment' really means. However, since we have the rare opportunity to have the top model here, I have to see your
professional fashion show performance. Why don't you give me a private runway show first?"

"I've been stripped naked by you, what kind of fashion show is this?"

"I still have your 44-inch beautiful feet in stockings and the latest sexy
high heels ." Pointing to the half-meter-long, two-meter-long, one-meter-wide plateau wooden coffee table in front of her, she said:
"This is perfect for you to use as a runway," Lin Zhiling thought. Since she couldn't get away tonight anyway, showing off her figure
was better than being penetrated. She covered her genitals with her right hand, crossed her left forearm across her chest to cover her other two points, stepped onto the wooden
coffee table, and struck a professional pose.

"Not bad, not bad. I can tell you still need to work on your prostitution, but you're definitely a professional model
," Lin Zhiling complained in a coquettish voice, both amused and annoyed. "I've never performed topless before." But
ultimately, her experience of being stared at with lustful eyes by men on stage was far too rich. On this small stage,
Lin Zhiling seemed to regain her confidence, bending over and striking various graceful poses. Especially
as a professional model, Lin Zhiling knew how to show off her most beautiful and photogenic angles, making
Xing Qinghong eyes almost pop out of their sockets.

"Ha...ha...ha...it's definitely worth the ticket price, but performing alone is a bit monotonous."
Turning her head, she shouted towards the door, "Judas!" Before Lin Zhiling could react, she saw Judas
Zheng push the door open and enter. She quickly covered her private parts with her hands.

"Miss Lin, let me introduce you. Judas Zheng is my driver and bodyguard. He's also from your
hometown . He graduated from an arts university and was originally an actor in Taiwan after graduation. He even acted in a few kung fu movies. He only
came to the United States at the beginning of the year to develop his career. Actually, you two are in the same industry, right, Judas? I heard you've also done some
modeling cases?" Judas Zheng glanced at the beautiful woman with a graceful figure and respectfully
reported to Xing Qinghong, "Compared to the popular Miss Lin, we extras are like heaven and earth.
Not only are we incomparable, but I'm not even worthy to carry Miss Lin's shoes."

"But there are no outsiders here today, so you can keep Miss Lin company while she does some fancy tricks. If you do a good job,
you'll be allowed to carry her shoes later." Judas Zheng bowed respectfully to Lin Zhiling and said, "Please give me your
guidance ." Xing Qinghong chuckled wickedly, "You need to change into your costume first, otherwise how can we perform?" Judas Zheng
understood and quickly stripped himself naked.

Without waiting for the boss's instructions, he stepped onto the coffee table that was being used as a performance stage, came up behind the still-dazed Lin Zhiling,
gently took the beauty's wrists, and slowly but firmly spread her arms, allowing Lin Zhiling's exquisite
figure and all her private parts to be displayed before Boss Xing again without reservation, for him to enjoy at his leisure.

When Judas Zheng pressed his strong, young chest against Lin Zhiling's smooth, delicate back, both of them
shuddered simultaneously.

Judas Zheng rested his chin on Lin Zhiling's shoulder, brought his mouth close to her ear, and
whispered , "It's the boss's order, I have to carry it out, please forgive me, Miss Lin." He then began to manipulate her body from behind
, changing poses in various ways .

Showing off her beautiful figure in front of people was Lin Zhiling's profession; she had countless experiences working with male models,
even skin-to-skin contact. Judas Zheng didn't take advantage of her, but rather
displayed their bodies respectfully.

But this only made Lin Zhiling more uncomfortable, because in her professional modeling career, she had truly put in
countless hours of hard work, not, as outsiders might think, simply relying on natural talent and luck to easily
become a top model. But now, in this room, Xing Qinghong was using her prized professional skills as
sexual entertainment to satisfy his sexual needs.

While Lin Zhiling was still wallowing in self-pity, Xing Qinghong produced a spray bottle from somewhere and tossed
it to Judas Zheng, who was kneeling at her feet, posing with her on his shoulders.

Judas Zheng caught the spray bottle and sprayed it vigorously into his crotch.

Lin Zhiling knew they were up to something again, but she was helpless and
decided to pretend not to notice, turning to continue displaying her perfect profile.

Judas Zheng pressed against her back again, placing his hands in front of her, gently pressing down on her hips, and then pressing his penis, which he
had been avoiding touching Lin Zhiling's body, against her buttocks.

"Miss Lin, I'm sorry, I've offended you." Lin Zhiling was already prepared and sighed helplessly, "
It's alright , come on." Judas Zheng knew his boss was still waiting and didn't dare to delay any longer. In truth, he
was already burning with desire. He abandoned all pretense of civility, using his hands, which had been on her hips,
to slightly spread her thighs. He leaned forward, pressing Lin Zhiling's upper body forward as well, his already swollen, purplish-red glans pressing against
the entrance of her vagina.

Although he whispered in her ear with a tone tinged with self-pity, pleading for forgiveness, and the excitement of a dream come true
, "Sister Lin…it's a pity we're in this situation…although I'm very happy…", his penis
continued to thrust in without hesitation.

"The thirtieth man," Lin Zhiling thought to herself, "and a freeloader at that
." When his penis reached her cervix, the completely uninterested Lin Zhiling still let out
a lewd moan that was hard to tell if it was pleasure or complaint.

"Bring her closer so I can see her clearly." Judas Zheng obeyed, lifting Lin Zhiling up from behind his knees. He held
her like a little girl being held while urinating, and with his penis still inside her, Lin Zhiling
blushed crimson with shame. Xing Qinghong, excited, rose and approached their entwined bodies.

"Judas, you've got some skills. In just a short while, you've got this beauty all aroused
and engorged ." He said, flicking Lin Zhiling's nipples with his finger.

"No..." Lin Zhiling screamed as she tried to stop Xing Qinghong's groping hands, but almost
lost her balance and fell onto him. In desperation, she grabbed Judas Zheng's neck with both hands
to steady herself, but this left her at Xing Qinghong's mercy.

Xing Qinghong took the spray can that Judas Zheng had just used and frantically sprayed it on his now-awakened penis
.

"Your slutty antics just now made me ejaculate prematurely. This time, I'll show you my real skills." Lin
Zhiling thought to herself: Damn, what kind of Indian aphrodisiac is this? That's not real skill. But she still pretended to beg for mercy:
"No, Brother Xing already made me faint twice. Brother Xing, you have to be gentle,
or I can't take it."

"Don't worry, Judas and I will be very gentle, right, Judas?" Although she knew
that it would be difficult to escape the fate of being played with by two men, Lin Zhiling still made a last-ditch effort: "Brother Xing,
let me serve you! Brother Zheng, please put my sister down."

"Don't rush, don't rush, let Judas do the hard work. We two can just enjoy ourselves."

"Yes, sir!" Before Lin Zhiling could react, Judas Zheng had already pulled the beautiful woman with her legs wide open and a penis
still inserted into her vagina towards Xing Qinghong.

"No! What are you doing! Stop! No! Help!" Lin Zhiling
cried out incoherently, her voice completely different from her previous coquettish tone, because she was terrified by Xing Qinghong's actions: he was actually
moving his penis towards her already fully penetrated vagina from behind by Judas Zheng.

Ignoring Lin Zhiling's screams and cries, Xing Qinghong laughed triumphantly, "Don't scream so hard now
, Miss Lin, there will be plenty of time for you to scream later." He spread apart her delicate labia, which were tightly wrapped around Judas Zheng's
penis, and his swollen, purplish-red penis pressed against his other, equally swollen, purplish-red penis
as he thrust into her tender vagina.

"Have mercy... Brother Xing... Have mercy..." When Xing Qinghong's glans squeezed into the narrow gap between Judas Zheng's
penis and clitoris, Lin Zhiling was on the verge of going crazy. No longer afraid
of falling to the ground, she released her hands that were tightly holding Judas Zheng and pushed away Xing Qinghong, who was thrusting closer and closer.

"You can't do this! It'll tear!" Xing Qinghong, who showed no sign of stopping,
laughed , "Don't worry, Miss Lin, for a woman like you who has never had children, the first time you try double penetration might be
a bit tough, but after you've done it, I guarantee you'll never want to do single penetration again." Overwhelmed with excitement, Lin Zhiling felt
dizzy and fainted, her body limp as she pressed against Xing Qinghong.

"Damn, so delicate. Carry her to bed and wait until she wakes up before doing anything else. Don't let her miss out on the wonderful
moment of losing her virginity, or the wonderful moment of two dicks penetrating one vagina." Lin Zhiling slowly woke up at 10:00 PM on September 14th
and found herself lying in bed. However, when she struggled to get up, she realized that she was
actually lying on top of a man, and that the man's penis was inserted into her vagina. Fortunately, from
the fullness of her vagina, she knew that there was only one penis inside.

What stimulated her to wake up was the waves of pleasure coming from her most sensitive nipples.

Unable to withstand the stimulation, Lin Zhiling had barely managed a slight gasp when she heard Juda
S Zheng beneath her report to Xing Qinghong, who was standing by the bed, wantonly playing with her nipples: "Miss Lin seems to be awake. Should
we ..."

"Then let's not waste time, go for it. I've already arranged for her agent to take them to
our . If there's not enough time and Miss Lin isn't satisfied with being fucked, you'll be held responsible."
Juda S Zheng knew his boss meant that if he couldn't get his massive, anesthetic-laced penis to
a good time before midnight, he'd be in trouble. He quickly took over the task of rubbing the beauty's nipples from his boss and, in doing so, used his arms
to tightly embrace Lin Zhiling, who was lying on top of him.

Xing Qinghong darted onto the bed, grabbed his penis, and shoved it into her already full, tender vagina
.

As Lin Zhiling felt a tearing pain, the glans had already forced its way in, her labia tightly gripping
the indentation between Xing Qinghong's penis and the glans, preventing his penis from advancing any further.

Lin Zhiling wasn't an ordinary prostitute; few men could afford to play with her. Furthermore, she didn't have a regular sexual
partner; aside from the night she lost her virginity, she had only been penetrated by a dozen or so men. Her pink and tender labia
confirmed that she was different from those prostitutes who saw a dozen clients a night, their labia worn black from being played with.

Being penetrated by two penises simultaneously was something few even experienced prostitutes had ever tried. Moreover,
Xing Qinghong and Judas Zheng's genitals, aided by drugs, were
one or two sizes larger than the average man's penis. The torment Lin Zhiling was enduring was something no one else could comprehend.

"Brother Xing...please spare me...as long as you don't do it with both of you at once, I'll do whatever you want with me."

"Miss Zhiling, your Brother Xing has only one hobby in this life: to ensure that every
woman I've been with never forgets the pleasure of being penetrated by me. In the ten days I've bought you, I guarantee that
every time you're fucked, you'll have a different feeling, and every time will be unforgettable. This double
penetration is just an appetizer."

"You're too perverted! I don't want your business anymore! Let me go!"

"Miss Lin, didn't your agent teach you properly? In this job, the buyer has the final say, not you,
the seller, who can just sell or not sell as you please." Xing Qinghong, as if to reprimand Lin Zhiling, suddenly thrust his hips
forcefully . Amidst Lin Zhiling's screams, Xing Qinghong's penis pushed in another centimeter or two.

Looking at the beauty who was screaming herself hoarse, Xing Qinghong said smugly, "
What's so I'll pay you thirty thousand US dollars a night. You know, in China, a one-night stand costs at most thirty
US dollars. You motherfucker, I could have a thousand men fucking you at once and it would be reasonable. So, Miss Lin, you saying I'm a pervert
is really going too far. But the greatest satisfaction for a man fucking a woman comes from the woman's
sweet moans and groans when she's conquered. If I liked hearing your screams now, I could just
go kill a pig or a chicken." He leaned down and kissed Lin Zhiling's pale lips, which were open like a dead fish's mouth, and continued,
"If you keep screaming like a pig being slaughtered, I'll really let you experience the feeling of being a thousand-man killer in one night. But considering your
special status as a top model, if you can moan happily before my penis goes all the way in..."
"Once it's fully inserted, we'll immediately change positions, okay?" Lin Zhiling had no choice but to tilt her head back and
nod in agreement.

"Moan!" Xing Qinghong urged as he began to thrust again.

"So comfortable!" Although it sounded like crying and moaning, Lin Zhiling still tried her best to hum:
"So good, so fulfilling, so exciting..." But whether it was because Lin Zhiling's vagina was really too narrow, or because
Xing Qinghong was deliberately torturing her, he couldn't insert any more after inserting about a third of his penis.

Judas Zheng, who was under Lin Zhiling, encouraged her in her ear: "Miss Lin, as long as you
relax as much as possible, you can do it. Even a baby's head can pass through the vagina, so two penises are really
nothing ." He also increased the intensity of stimulation to her nipples and clitoris, hoping to make her vagina secrete more
lubricant.

Lin Zhiling also endured the pain, thinking that it was better to get it over with quickly than to suffer for a long time. She wrapped her long, beautiful legs, still wearing high heels and stockings
, around Xing Qinghong's waist to help him increase the force of his insertion. " I hope he gets in soon.

" "If you don't say things I like to hear, that won't count."

"Brother Xing, you're making me unable to think straight, I don't know what to say." "

You host so many TV shows, do I have to teach you what every woman says every night?
Judas, just give her some pointers."

"Is it comfortable when Boss Xing fucks you?"

"Comfortable..."

"How comfortable?"

"Itchy, numb, and full..."

"Then why were you crying and screaming in pain just now?"

"...This...what do you want me to say?"

"Quickly think of a good reason to convince Boss Xing to keep fucking you."

"Because...because...I'm lewd and like being fucked."

"That's a good reason, quickly tell Boss Xing how lewd you are." Lin Zhiling cried out in humiliation,
but in order to end the physical pain quickly, she had to continue humiliating herself to please the perverted man in front of her.

"I... Waaah... I'm shameless... I make a living by selling my body... I like people looking at my body...
Don't ask me anymore, please hurry up and put it in." Xing Qinghong thought: Lin Zhiling's utterly unprofessional
moaning was worse than even a prostitute who charged ten dollars a night, but it also indirectly proved that she wasn't as
promiscuous as those supermodels who desperately tried to make money.

Thinking of this, Xing Qinghong, with most of his penis still sticking out, smiled with satisfaction: "To be honest, it's really
hurting my dick from being inside you, Judas, it's your turn." As he spoke, he pulled out his penis, lay down on
the bed and waited to enjoy someone else's service.

Judas Zheng quickly picked up the 52-kilogram Lin Zhiling and placed her on Xing Qinghong's erect
penis .

"Boss, I think Miss Lin's pussy really can't fit two dicks. How about we try something different?
Otherwise, if we hurt her, you won't be able to enjoy yourself for the next few days." This suggestion was exactly what
Xing Qinghong wanted, and he happily went along with it, saying, "I didn't expect Judas to be so kind. Are you
captivated by our top model?" Judas Zheng gave an awkward, silly laugh: "Boss, why
haven't , and you're already inserting them into her pussy?" Xing Qinghong reached out and grasped Lin Zhiling
, who was sitting on him. "Miss Lin is known as the number one model. Her sweet face, stunning curves, and perfect
proportions are indeed impeccable. Add to that her supple body, flexible range of motion, and perfectly coordinated
body language, and it's no wonder she became a sensation in Hong Kong and Taiwan within a year—it's no exaggeration to say she deserves the title. However,
it's a great pity that her toes are terrible, completely failing!" Xing Qinghong first removed Lin Zhiling's left
high heel , then pulled down her left stocking, and, holding her foot, explained to Judas, "Lin Zhiling is 1..."
"74 centimeters long, with a foot that's a whopping 26 centimeters long, she's considered to have large feet. This doesn't conform to the Chinese
aesthetic of slender, small feet. I think it's because she studied dance from a young age and wore high heels
for long periods , causing her toes to become bent and deformed. If it weren't for a top model
, I wouldn't even look at her feet." Although Lin Zhiling often complains about her feet: "My feet are 26 centimeters long, and I can never find shoes that fit in
regular stores. Trendy and cute shoes
are often too small for me. I often get blisters from hours of continuous training and performances every day,
especially when I have to wear thin high heels."

But she still puts a lot of effort into taking care of her feet. Every morning before going out, she trims them to the perfect length
and carefully applies a beautiful nail polish. Every night before bed, she exfoliates, moisturizes,
and whitens her feet. Her feet are not only free of corns but also whiter than many women's faces. I'd give them a score of 90 out of
100 .

Unexpectedly, Xing Qinghong was groping her feet like he was picking out pig's feet at a market, making
Lin Zhiling feel utterly humiliated.

Even more unexpectedly, Xing Qinghong roughly shoved Lin Zhiling off the bed, angrily saying,
"Disgusting." Lin Zhiling, thrown off the bed, looked up at Xing Qinghong in surprise, but
what she saw next shocked her even more: Judas Zheng was lying in Xing Qinghong's arms, his penis
inserted into his anus.

Lin Zhiling also saw Judas Zheng, his back to Xing Qinghong, with tears welling in his eyes, revealing
an expression perhaps even more heartbreaking than when she herself had been humiliated.

Watching the two men who had just been having sex with her now putting on a show of fighting in bed, Lin Zhiling felt
nauseous and wanted to vomit.

At 0:00 AM on September 15th, midnight in all major American cities was like a ghost town.

But in Las Vegas, located in the middle of the Mohamed Desert, midnight was the most exciting time of day.

Thirty mega-casino hotels on the Las Vegas Strip, draped in glamorous attire, each possess
a unique business theme. Unlike traditional hotels, these Las Vegas Strip hotels sell
more than just rooms; they offer visitors imaginative and joyful experiences, combining accommodation, casino experiences,
shopping , dining, and entertainment into a multi-functional space.

These hotels are no longer just hotels, but theme parks, show venues, shopping malls,
museums casinos—each a unique and themed attraction in itself.

Led by Xing Qinghong and Judas Zheng, Lin Zhiling, along with her agent Qiu Li and assistant Wang Huizhen,
strolled through the hotel's lavish casino. Enveloped in a cacophony of lights and sound effects creating a joyful atmosphere, and punctuated by occasional
exclamations of winning, Lin Zhiling almost forgot the humiliation she had just suffered. One couldn't help but admire
the hotel designers' skill in creating such an atmosphere.

Although tourists from all over the world didn't know Lin Zhiling's name, her freshly washed and dressed white floral
dress, revealing her smooth right shoulder and jade-like arm, still attracted the attention of passersby.

Her lovely face, flowing long hair, and the large pink bow on her left shoulder made her look like a porcelain doll straight out of an Eastern
fairy tale. Yet, beneath her short skirt, only a few thin ropes bound her slender
, shapely legs, giving her the air of a primal, sexy goddess from a mysterious land, making men and women alike unable to resist
taking a second look.

Despite the lingering unpleasantness of yesterday,
Lin , generously offered a sweet smile, making the surrounding tourists feel flattered.

Xing Qinghong, like a king on a royal procession, proudly led his beautiful female slaves and servants to his
kingdom—the Silver Mine Dynasty Private Club—located in a secluded corner of the casino lobby.

The postmodern-style doors, constructed of gleaming metal, were magnificent and enormous, resembling
the entrance to a mechanical castle. Beside the door stood a pair of monsters, seemingly imitating Chinese guardian lions.

Wang Huizhen arrived at the door, looking around but unable to enter. Judas Zheng, following behind her, smiled
and took out a gleaming silver magnetic card, scanning it in front of the monsters by the door. The massive metal door silently opened,
revealing a dark passage behind it, giving the illusion that the monsters were about to devour someone.

"This is a private club, we don't accept regular guests," Judas Zheng explained to Wang Huizhen. "By the way
, Miss Wang, are you over twenty? According to US government regulations, those under twenty are not allowed to enter the Silver Mine
Dynasty Private Club."

"Why? Even though I'm over eighteen, I can't?"

"I'm afraid not, because our performances are quite erotic." Xing Qinghong smiled and handed
Wang Huizhen two hundred US dollars. "This is probably the only downside of being young. Little sister, would you like to wander around by yourself? In the afternoon,
we'll take you to the ranch with us, okay?"

"Okay!" Wang Huizhen was already uncomfortable going to a brothel with a bunch of stinky men, and
she was happy to have a chance to escape. "Then, Sister Lin, would you like to come shopping with me?" Xing Qinghong quickly answered for Lin Zhiling
. "Miss Lin is here to learn the essence of other people's performances. Little sister, go have fun by yourself." Wang Huizhen
waved playfully to everyone and watched the others enter the corridor.

Lin Zhiling reluctantly followed behind everyone, walking through the long, dark corridor.

"Wow, Mr. Xing, your security is amazing!" Qiu Li exclaimed, "There's even a metal detector
door!"

"That's to prevent guests from bringing in photography equipment."

"What kind of performance requires such precautions? I can't wait!"

"Brother Qiu, don't be impatient, we're almost there." Xing Qinghong pushed open a dark wall, and deafening
music blared from behind a secret door.

Behind the door was a large, fan-shaped, dark room, with all the lights focused on the stage at the apex.

A waitress dressed as a bunny girl led everyone to the VIP box in front of the stage.

Speaking of shows, you wouldn't know there are so many diverse
performances : star shows, musicals, magic shows, French-style Lido
shows, Broadway musicals, circuses and vaudeville performances, talk shows, longshows
... the list goes on.

The show currently on stage is a musical that emphasizes audience interaction; although it's already halfway through,
Lin Zhiling and Qiu Li quickly understood it because the plot wasn't complicated.

The gist of the story is: In the early 19th century, a blonde beauty who came to the desolate Las Vegas to pioneer
the land bought a silver mine and directed a group of black slaves to work on it.

By chance, the beautiful mistress took a liking to a strong male black slave and gave him
the status of master; however, this male slave's fiancée from his hometown was also sold into slavery at the mine. The story reaches its climax

when the black slave, now the mine's male owner, is comforting his first love, who is being abused by his mistress, when they are unfortunately caught in the act. Enraged, the mistress prepares to execute the female slave, but the male slave, for the sake of his first love, kneels before his mistress, begging for her forgiveness. "Why should I keep this treacherous little bitch?" the queen roars angrily. "She's strong and robust, the strongest slave in the mine, capable of doing the work of ten men..." the male slave pleads awkwardly for his beloved. "Fine, go and strip her naked, let me see how fit she is." "It's unfair for you to evaluate her," the captive pleads for his love, risking his life. At this moment, the background music abruptly stops, drawing the audience's attention to the stage. The mistress addresses the audience, "Then we'll find a fair gentleman to judge." Before she finishes speaking, Judas Zheng grabs Qiu Li's hand and raises it high. When the actress tactfully approached Qiu Li and invited her on stage, Qiu Li had already been pushed onto the stage by Judas Zheng. What followed was a sensual performance that left the entire audience regretting not being quicker than Qiu Li. The brown-haired beauty, who had just had an affair, took off her shirt, revealing her well-toned, muscular physique. Judas Zheng introduced her to Lin Zhiling: "This black woman is called Monteca. She was the heavyweight champion of the 2003 IF BB powerlifting competition and also holds the MS Olympia title." The black beauty Monteca pulled Qiu Li's hand, allowing him to freely caress her body. As Qiu Li's hand touched her , she struck various poses, channeling her energy into the muscles Qiu Li was touching, much like practicing Chinese Kung Fu. From his towering biceps, the undulating back muscles, to his clearly defined eight-pack abs, Qiu Li wasn't just touching him; he was excitedly leaning his entire body against Monica. "Fair gentleman, would you like to see my lower body?" Before Qiu Li could even understand, the audience below shouted in unison , "Yes!"

"That fair gentleman, you have to do it yourself; otherwise, if I take off my pants myself, the master will accuse
me of seducing a man." Amidst the thunderous shouts of "Take it off! Take it off!" from the audience, Qiu Li complied with the crowd's demands,
unbuckling the elastic waistband of the black beauty Monica's pants and moving them down to her feet.

Grabbing Monica's 38-inch massive buttocks with both hands, Qiu Li exclaimed in surprise, "Wow! Even her buttocks, which are mostly fatty
tissue , are as hard as two rocks." Her hands followed the oil-coated, shiny, and strong legs
to her calves, which were also hardened like two rocks. "Damn! It's like touching a marble statue."
Qiu Li, now kneeling at Monica's feet, stared intently at the soles of her feet as she tiptoed and strained.

The black beauty, whose entire body shone with blackness, had white palms and soles that were tinged with pink, except for her teeth and the whites of her eyes
.

Perhaps due to the contrast, Monica's snow-white feet were so alluring that one couldn't resist the urge to embrace
and kiss them. Unable to resist the temptation, Qiu Li actually stuck out his tongue and licked the soles of her feet.

Monica, who had been tensing her muscles, suddenly shuddered violently, like a martial arts
master only to have their vital points struck. She curled up into a ball, her silvery laughter fading into
a gasp.

"Fair gentleman, please spare my life!"

"Ha! Ha! Ha! So you're still alive! I really thought you were a marble statue! Seeing
how nice your laugh is, I suppose your tongue is still soft, not turned to stone."

"Fair gentleman, besides my tongue, there are two other places I can't get hard."

"Besides your tongue, what else is soft?"

"Fair gentleman, my nipples and labia can't get hard either." Upon hearing this, the audience's
emotions were ignited again, the entire venue filled with screams and whistles, finally culminating in a unified shout: "Inspect!" "Inspect!" came the cry.

Monica unhooked her bikini bra, bringing her exposed, magnificent breasts close to Qiu Li's chest.
She clasped her hands behind her head, tensed her pectoral muscles, and then pleaded, "Fair gentleman, the mine slave is
waiting for your inspection." Qiu Li, of course, didn't stand on ceremony. He first tested the firmness of her breasts with his dragon claw hand, finding them as hard as
mountains . Then, he used the Buddha's Flower-Smiling Technique to pinch the two purplish-black pearls at the peaks.

"Is the black girl's nipples naturally purplish-black? Or did you go too far and make them black?
Or did the male lead get so into his role that he pinched them until they were bruised?" Monica was quite into character,
answering along with the script: "Fair gentleman, we mine slave girls are the property of our master from head to toe.
We are not allowed to use our own bodies without the master's permission. Only the guards who receive rewards from the mistress can
use our sexual organs." Qiu Li also cooperated by asking the blonde woman playing the beautiful mine mistress:
"Then can I borrow your property?" The blonde beauty exaggeratedly said to the audience: "The fair
person we found is infatuated with this slave girl. Can we still trust his evaluation report?" The audience members chimed in,
some in favor and some in opposition.

The blonde beauty pushed Qiu Li and Monica, who was only wearing a pair of underwear, to the front of the stage: "Then
let hear what this gentleman has to say. But before this gentleman comments on your body, Blackie,
please report your measurements to everyone!"

"Yes, Master. I am 172cm tall, weigh 70kg, with measurements of 40-28-38,
biceps 40cm, and thighs 65cm."

"My assessment is: among the billions of people in China, even among men, you can't find many with
such strong arms and thighs." Qiu Li said while greedily stroking the Black beauty's firm muscles, "What's even more rare is that her face is so sweet, not inferior to the models under my management at all. It would be a waste
to just use her as cattle or horses ." "So, ladies and gentlemen," the mine owner shouted to the audience, raising her voice, "shall we ask this Eastern gentleman to help us assess whether this female slave is suitable as a sex slave?" This time , the cheers from the audience nearly lifted the roof off. "However..." the blonde woman deliberately kept everyone in suspense until the hall fell silent before continuing, "shall we also invite this Eastern gentleman's beautiful companion to the stage to compete with Monteca to see who is more suitable as a sex slave?" Amidst the deafening cheers, two male actors playing black slaves ran down from the audience, grabbed Lin Zhiling who was screaming along with the crowd, and rushed onto the stage. In their haste, they even took out a pair of eye masks studded with purple sequins, like those worn by Batwoman, and put them on her. At this moment, two steel rings, about 20 centimeters in diameter, suspended in mid-air by chains, descended from the stage. A group of male actors hurriedly handcuffed Lin Zhiling and Monteca, then raised their hands and locked them to the steel rings respectively. A blonde beauty with a fair complexion approached Lin Zhiling with a grin: "Beautiful lady, what's your name?" "Zhiling." "Okay, Zhiling, Monica just told everyone about her figure. Please tell everyone ." Lin Zhiling found it amusing, and since she was wearing a blindfold, she wasn't afraid of being recognized, so she answered generously: "I'm 174cm tall, weigh 52kg, and my measurements are 34-24-36 . But I don't know how thick my biceps and thighs are, I only know my leg length is 112cm." While Lin Zhiling was speaking, the blonde beauty lightly tugged at the bow on her shoulder. "Hey! What are you doing! Stop it!" Before she could finish speaking, her dress had fallen to the ground, and to make matters worse: to match this off-the-shoulder dress, Lin Zhiling, as usual, wasn't wearing a bra. So, she was now only wearing a pair of strappy high-heeled sandals and a masquerade blindfold, a far cry from Monica, and was suspended naked on the stage in her underwear. The two beautiful bodies, one black and one white, on the stage stunned everyone, and the boisterous club fell silent once more . The mistress, who controlled everything, announced, "Let's see which female slave is more ecstatic to men." With a wave of her hand, two steel rings slowly descended about a meter to the left and right of the two beautiful bodies, stopping only when they were almost at the level of the women's buttocks. Amid Lin Zhiling's screams, a group of shirtless black men grabbed her legs and tied her ankles to the two steel rings on either side of her. Lin Zhiling was thus suspended in mid-air, bound to the three steel rings , in a split position, like an upside-down T-shape .

A dozen or so beastly claws took the opportunity to rub against her delicate body, kneading her sensitive neck, waist, and thighs
without any restraint. Even worse, some of the claws that couldn't find a good spot boldly
invaded her private nipples.

Monica, standing nearby, was also manipulated in the same way,
struggling , trying to escape the strange hands that were constantly caressing her. However, perhaps because her armpits, waist, and
soles of her feet were being attacked by the men, she made a silvery laugh instead of the terrified
whimpers of Lin Zhiling.

Only when the mine owner leisurely shooed away the flies swarming around them did Lin Zhiling
catch her breath. But unexpectedly, the blonde beauty beside her suddenly ripped off her panties.

Lin Zhiling was shocked, frightened, and angry. Although displaying her beautiful figure in front of others was her profession, and since
being tricked by her agent Qiu Li and falling into a trap, being naked in front of men for the past year
had become commonplace for her; however, being fully exposed in front of everyone was a first for her, let alone
being suspended in such a shameful position, like a naked lamb awaiting slaughter with her vulva wide open.

"Let's see which female slave can make men more aroused," the blonde beauty announced
, taking two thin wooden sticks from the hands of a little female slave next to her.

The blonde beauty held the two thin wooden sticks high in both hands, showing them to the audience: "Are your penises this
thick?" As soon as she said this, a burst of angry curses came from the audience: Nonsense, you fucking insult people, both of them combined are not
as thick as mine...

"So, if you can squeeze this wooden stick's vagina tightly, you can break your penis?" The audience, realizing
what the next performance was, cheered and screamed.

"This beautiful Eastern woman," the mine owner approached Lin Zhiling, lightly touching her private parts with a wooden stick, and
whispered in her ear, "When the competition begins, please squeeze this treasure tightly. Whoever can't hold it in first
loses. The boss told me to tell you: if you lose, he'll take off your blindfold and expose your identity." Lin
Zhiling turned pale with fright and screamed, "No…!" Her trembling sobs were completely unlike her famously
sweet and coquettish voice.

The mine owner looked at her terrified expression, bewildered, not understanding what was so scary about the boss's tactic?
How could it be so effective!

She turned to the black beauty and instructed, "The boss also said: you must win with all your might, don't embarrass him.
If lose, the boss said he'll give you a punishment you'll never forget."

"Don't worry, I won't lose to this yellow chicken," Monica replied confidently.

The blonde woman turned and pointed to the thin wooden stick in her hand, explaining to the audience, "To demonstrate the tightness of the vagina
, we've applied oil to the area." She pointed to the hooked end of the stick, "And every
minute, we add a 500-gram weight to the female slave. Whoever lets the stick fall out of the vagina first loses."

"You go first, suck it in." The mine owner placed the thin wooden stick against Monica's dark labia
.

Amidst the gasps of the crowd, Monica, relying on the force of her vaginal contractions, skillfully
"sucked" the two-centimeter-diameter, ten-centimeter-long stick into her vagina.

A black slave brought out a copper plate filled with weights from backstage. Seeing that the thin wooden stick had been sucked by Monica
until only the hooked part was protruding from her vulva, he took a weight and handed it to the mistress.

The blonde woman hung the ring on the weight onto the hook and ordered an hourglass on the side of the stage to
be turned over.

As the sand in the hourglass reached the mark representing one minute, the blonde beauty accurately hung the second weight
.

The sudden increase in weight caused the short stick to slide a third of the way, but it quickly stopped.

The audience applauded, admiring Monica's taut, bulging, dark, glistening muscles, especially
her labia minora tightly gripping the stick, and her prominent clitoris, almost like a boy's penis.

When the third weight was hung, Monica's muscles trembled from overexertion.

The laughing audience thought she was faking it, but in reality, Monica was using
every ounce of strength to tighten her vagina, barely stopping the stick from sliding away. Even with
her hands, it's difficult to lift a 1.5-kilogram weight by squeezing a lubricated stick,
let alone with her delicate vagina.

Monica had practiced diligently for this performance. Although her vagina was trained to grip
the ejaculating penis inside, allowing it to remain inside and enjoy her vaginal
massage , this tightness was only enough to lift three 500-gram weights.

Sure enough, once the fourth weight was added, the wooden stick inevitably slid slowly out of her vagina.

With a lewd "pop," it finally detached from her vulva and fell to the ground.

"Three and a half minutes," the mine owner announced loudly, "Next up is our Eastern slave girl."
Lin Zhiling, whose limbs had gone numb from being suspended, snapped back to reality and cried out, "No...you can't...don't
do this ...you can't..." But the blonde beauty just smiled at her, lightly poking her private parts with a wooden stick,
and asked teasingly, "Ready? The guest is knocking." As she spoke, she reached out her free hand and roughly
squeezed her breasts, saying, "I didn't expect Chinese girls to have such big, perky breasts. You must be
a slut." Suddenly, without warning, she thrust the wooden stick all the way in. Before

Lin Zhiling could even cry out in pain, she heard the blonde beauty yell, "Squeeze tight! The first weight is here!"

"Ah...no...it's not working..." The wooden stick kept sliding out amidst Lin Zhiling's screams.

Lin Zhiling had only been able to hold on until the fourth weight, thinking the first
two weights wouldn't be a big deal. Unexpectedly, now that she was experiencing it firsthand, she realized it wasn't
like that .

She had concentrated all her strength on her labia and vaginal opening, but the wooden stick kept
sliding outwards.

Just as Lin Zhiling was about to give up, she suddenly felt the beautiful woman beside her pulling at her blindfold.

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

"Then you'll have to use some force in your cunt." Her snow-white thighs were covered in bulging veins from excessive exertion, and her body was covered in
fragrant sweat, making the beautiful lamb to the slaughter present a completely different lewd scene from the black-clad muscular woman.

The persistent sensation of a foreign object sliding inside her vagina made Lin Zhiling feel that all her efforts were futile in holding onto
the annoying little stick.

She couldn't bear the thought of exposure; if domestic newspapers published
reports like "Lin Zhiling's Full Nude Performance in Las Vegas," she would truly have no choice but to commit suicide. She could only desperately tighten her
vagina, hoping to keep that hateful object inside her most private cavity.

It felt like an eternity of torment before the hourglass finally reached the mark indicating one minute.

Watching the blonde woman move another 500-gram weight towards her lower body, Lin Zhiling fearfully
swayed her body, suspended in mid-air by three steel rings, trying to avoid the hand holding the weight, but of course, it was
futile .

However, Lin Zhiling discovered that she could use her hands to pull herself up, slightly
closing ; but this caused her vagina, which was already relatively horizontal, to tilt further towards the ground, making
the little wooden stick inside her slide down even faster. Lin Zhiling instinctively bent and retracted her right leg, using her heel to push
the wooden stick that was about to fall out of her vagina back inside.

The audience, seeing the beautiful, mysterious Eastern woman with a blindfold covering half her face, perform
a superb contortionist-like act, applauded and cheered excitedly.

Only Monica, still hanging on the stage, angrily shouted, "Foul! Foul!" In contrast,
Lin Zhiling, relying on the flexibility honed through over twenty years of dance training, possessed a sure-fire winning move and couldn't
help but secretly smile happily.

The mine owner consulted the audience: "Is this a foul?" Some supported the Black
Beauty, believing it was a foul, while others thought it wasn't. However, in the end, the entire audience seemed to reach a consensus:
to change the competition format so they could continue to enjoy the passionate nude performance of the Black and White Beauties.

"Okay!" The mine owner readily agreed. "Monica, how are you going to prove to everyone that your
vagina can make men more intoxicated with pleasure than this oriental beauty?" Monica
glanced disdainfully at Lin Zhiling beside her and proudly declared, "My vaginal muscles are as well-trained as
the muscles , flexible and adaptable, guaranteeing that any penis that has the honor of visiting will be lost in pleasure. Unlike her, who only knows how to perform some physical
tricks. Dear mistress, please untie one of my hands and one of my feet, and I'll show everyone."
The black man playing her fiancé untied her raised right hand and her horizontally dangling right foot.

"Does anyone have a can of Coke?" Monica loudly asked the audience below.

Enthusiastic audience members immediately handed over a large pile of Pepsi and Coca-Cola.

The mine owner bent down and picked up a can of Coca-Cola, waving it in front of Monica and
asking , "A lowly slave girl has no right to enjoy the most successful product of the United States!"

"My dear master," Monica replied obsequiously, "it's not this mouth that wants it,
but this mouth."

"Considering that your mouth provides sexual services to the vast majority of Americans, I'll reward you with a can
of Coke ." Without further ado, Monica used the bottom of the can to spread her labia, twisting
the can as she inserted it into her private parts.

Because her left leg was still stretched horizontally, her hips were taut at a ninety-degree angle, preventing her vaginal opening from
expanding to its fullest extent. Therefore, the can rubbed against her two dark labia minora with limited progress.

Monica quickly changed her posture, slightly bending her thick right leg to relax her hips into
a rounded shape, so she could forcefully push the Coke can into her vagina again.

There's a common misconception that Black people are less sexually restrained, but in reality
, women of all skin colors can be promiscuous or chaste. Monica wasn't a promiscuous woman, especially
in a society that still discriminates against Black people. She had always avoided,
even feared, sexual relationships, and thus had never had a boyfriend growing up. Especially after starting bodybuilding
, she was often mistaken for a lesbian, further limiting her opportunities to interact with men. Unfortunately,
her rarely used, tender vagina was forced by Xing Qinghong to perform this perverse vaginal dilation act, which was incredibly painful.

But for the sake of survival and money, she had to treat it like exercising her abdominal, chest, and back muscles—
training vaginal muscles.

Finally, with Monica's panting, the aluminum can passed through her vaginal opening. Once the head was in,
the rest was relatively easy.

With the audience's applause fueling the excitement, the Coca-Cola can was slowly shoved into Monica's private genitals.

Finally, the entire 300-ml aluminum can was completely inserted into her vagina. Even more astonishingly,
her labia majora could still close together, "restoring" her vagina to its original state. Apart from a slightly protruding abdomen and protruding
genitals, one would never guess that a bottle of Coca-Cola had been brutally buried inside this woman's body.

The blonde hostess even deliberately ordered someone to lower Monica's left leg, which was still suspended on the steel ring,
and commanded her to keep her legs together, making Monica painfully experience the feeling of her vagina being completely filled.

The blonde hostess, while admiring the black beauty's tearful expression, approached
Lin , and announced to the audience, "Next, let's see
if our Eastern slave girl's vagina has the same elasticity as our African slave girl's."

"No way! I can't do it! It'll tear!" Lin Zhiling
cried .

Amidst the audience's jeers, Judas Zheng walked onto the stage and said, "We Easterners aren't used to Western
food." Lin Zhiling was deeply grateful to Judas Zheng for coming to her rescue, regarding him
as her savior and completely disregarding his actions in the presidential suite a few hours earlier.

However, she hadn't expected that Judas Zheng wasn't there to rescue her, but rather on Boss Xing's orders to
push her into hell.

"But since she's come to America, we should let her experience the fun of American football,
don't you all agree?" she said, pulling out an olive-shaped object.

It was much smaller than a real rugby ball, but its length wasn't
shorter than the aluminum can that had just been inserted into Monica's vagina, and its thickest part in the middle was noticeably thicker than a Coke can.

While the audience was still wondering: could something so big really be inserted into something that looked even more muscular than Monica's vagina?
Inside the body of a petite and slender oriental beauty? Judas Zheng had already begun his operation.

He took out an inflation needle, inserted it into the air hole at one of the tips of the small rugby ball, and
released the air from the ball. Then he rolled up the deflated rugby ball, making it resemble
a rubber stick about 20-30 centimeters long.

Amidst Lin Zhiling's screams, Judas Zheng used the rubber stick like a dildo, inserting it into Lin Zhiling's genitals,
which were still spread wide in mid-air.

Because her hands and feet were still tied to three steel rings hanging from the ceiling,
Lin Zhiling, suspended in mid-air in an inverted T-shape, had no choice but to be manipulated by Judas Zheng at will.

Fortunately, the skin of this small rugby ball was probably not too thick, and the folded shape wasn't too rough, so Lin Zhiling
was glad that she could barely bear it.

But she soon realized that she was too optimistic, or rather, she had underestimated Xing Qinghong's cruelty and brutality.

Watching Judas Zheng attach the air pump, brought by a staff member,
to the inflatable ball needle still protruding from the center of her labia, Lin Zhiling was not only terrified, her limbs went weak, and she didn't even have the strength to beg for mercy.

But Judas Zheng seemed to think she hadn't been tortured enough, slowly and methodically inflating the ball,
letting her fully experience the terrifying feeling of her vagina being repeatedly stretched.

The surrounding audience stared intently at Lin Zhiling's slowly swelling belly. Lin Zhiling's painful gasps,
in the complete silence of the audience, were more heart-wrenching than any desperate scream.

Having been in the sex industry for almost a year, Lin Zhiling had served several sexually deviant clients, been penetrated by oversized dildos, and even been
subjected to masturbation, but compared to today, those were nothing.

When the vagina had been dilated to an unbelievable size, the blonde hostess personally came forward to confirm, "It is
indeed fully inflated."

"It seems the Eastern slave girl still has a slight edge. As for what punishment the defeated black beauty will receive, I'll tell you all
tomorrow night . Please continue to enjoy the wonderful performance brought to you by the hot dancers."
The next act, accompanied by deafening music, swayed their graceful bodies and rushed into the crowd to join the audience
.

The curtain in the stage area had just fallen when Monica, having been freed from her hand and foot restraints with the help of other actors,
squatted on the ground, disregarding her image, picking at her vulva, trying desperately to remove the cola can.

Lin Zhiling, still hanging in mid-air, looked at Judas Zheng with pleading eyes, waiting for his
help .

"I'm sorry, Miss Lin," Judas Zheng gently wiped the cold sweat from her brow, glanced
at Xing Qinghong who was leading Qiu Li onto the stage, and whispered apologetically in Lin Zhiling's ear, "You know,
I can't make that decision." Qiu Li wasn't too concerned about the fate of his models, instead stopping to
tease Monica, who was crudely probing her vulva, "This can of Coke, to have the chance to get close to her, is truly
blissful."

"Brother Qiu, it seems you're not averse to black women and muscular women?"

"I just like trying new things. Being around models with perfect proportions and fair skin all the time,
you inevitably get tired of it."

"Brother Qiu, you're like someone who eats abalone and shark fin soup all the time, yet envies someone else's simple vegetables and tofu. Monica
, why don't you accompany Mr. Qiu to his room and have some fun? Mr. Qiu is a big player, with countless beauties under his wing
; don't embarrass our club."

"Yes, boss." Monica, carrying the Coke bottle she had just painstakingly removed from her vagina, was
somewhat helpless but had no choice but to obediently comply, leaving naked and embracing Qiu Li as they walked away.

Xing Qinghong, slowly walking up to Lin Zhiling, exaggeratedly scolded Judas Zheng, "The performance is over
, why haven't you put Miss Lin down yet? The air pump is still attached, it's so unsightly." Judas
Zheng then quickly lowered Lin Zhiling from the ring.

But her hands and feet, which had been suspended on the steel ring, were only numb due to insufficient blood flow, but this movement caused
excruciating pain in her limbs. Coupled with her exhausted strength, Lin Zhiling could only weakly lean against Judas
Zheng after being untied.

"This proves once again that abused women develop a psychological dependence on their abusers.
But let's go back to the room first before we play." The numbness and tingling in her limbs were unbearable, but the unprecedented swelling
in her lower abdomen, especially after her legs were slightly closed, felt like it was about to burst. Lin Zhiling had to plead,
"Take it out... before we go..."

"It's not appropriate to do this in public, is it?" Xing Qinghong pulled off her blindfold, took
the bathrobe handed to her by a staff member, and draped it over her shoulders, urging, "Hurry up, beautiful. Judas and I are
almost at our limit. But, now you should be able to serve two penises at once, right?" September
15th, 3:00 AM. Lin Zhiling didn't know how she endured the journey from the club to the presidential suite.

Head down, hands tightly gripping the beltless and unbuttoned bathrobe, she walked through the bustling casino and hotel
lobby , afraid of exposing her naked body, even more afraid of being recognized as Taiwan's top model.

Generally speaking, when a person is under immense psychological pressure, it often helps them ignore the physical pain.

However, the terrible stimulation of her private parts accompanied the psychological torment, ravaging Lin Zhiling along with it.

Because what was inserted into her vagina wasn't an ordinary ball, but a meticulously designed sex toy, one
that would ensure the woman wearing it would never forget its presence.

It looked like a miniature rugby ball, with a tuft of stiff hairs on the pointed end facing her uterus
, constantly scratching her cervix with each movement. And, as if the designer had meticulously calculated,
the widest part of the ball was covered with a ring of raised, hard granules, all perfectly positioned on the woman's most sensitive G-spot
.

At the entrance to her private area, her labia minora were squeezed tightly within her vagina,
a small section of the rugby ball protruding from the opening due to gravity. The unscrupulous designer of this sex toy
used a material rougher than sandpaper in this part that came into close contact with her labia minora. After this stretch, the inside of Lin Zhiling's labia minora was
chafed raw, oozing blood.

Upon entering the room, Lin Zhiling collapsed onto the floor like a lump of mud, using her last bit of strength
to shout, "Take it out quickly!"

"Take it out yourself, no one's stopping you," Xing Qinghong said sarcastically.

"No, Brother Xing, I have to let the gas out first."

"Oh dear, who carries around a ball needle? You can just squeeze it out with a little effort in your lower abdomen, what's so difficult about that
?"

"I've been trying to squeeze, but I can't, Brother Xing." "

You can give birth to babies weighing seven or eight pounds, what's so difficult about such a small ball? You're just being
lazy, yesterday you were bluffing me, saying that two dicks couldn't fit; today I'm going to make you
prove to that something as thick as ten dicks can go in and out of your rotten hole with ease.
Judas, hang her up, let her do what she wants." Judas Zheng took off the bathrobe and
the only remaining strappy high-heeled sandals that were still draped over Lin Zhiling, then took a collar and put it on Lin Zhiling. The collar had a wide leather strap about thirty centimeters long on the back
, and at the bottom of the strap were two leather handcuffs arranged one above the other. Once
the collar was on, Lin Zhiling's hands were fixed behind her back, rendering her immobile. She had to desperately raise them
high above her back, otherwise the collar would pull down and strangle her.

Judas Zheng helped Lin Zhiling up, who was now wearing the collar, and carried her to
two .

"What are you going to do?" Even in her panic, Lin Zhiling's voice was still so sweet.

Xing Qinghong looked at Lin Zhiling, whose feet were on the two high chairs almost a meter apart, and
smiled smugly, "We want to see our pure and lovely top model play a pregnant woman giving birth live."

"Our top model's voice is so melodious. If we used your moans as background music, it would be even more
exciting. Judas?" Judas Zheng understood and picked out three
clips with bells from the cabinet containing SM props.

As soon as the three clips were attached to Lin Zhiling's nipples and clitoris, the room was immediately filled with the top model
's moans.

"By the way, Miss Lin hasn't had a chance to try her luck since arriving in Las Vegas." Xing Qinghong, who was smugly embracing and
passionately kissing Juda S Zheng, seemed to have a new idea. He looked up at Lin Zhiling, who was struggling to maintain her balance,
and said , "If Miss Lin can finish the ball within an hour, I won't touch you for two days, letting
you earn $60,000 for free. How about it?"

Although her body was extremely exhausted, Lin Zhiling, being a master's student from the University of Toronto,
still had a sharp mind and immediately sensed the trap in the conditions: "Not just Brother Xing, but also
Judas and others..."

"Okay," Xing Qinghong readily agreed, "As long as you do it, I won't let any
man touch a hair on your head for two days, allowing you to relax and enjoy a two-day vacation in Las Vegas; but if you continue to
slack off , I'll let you try the 'Double Dragons Taking the Pearl' test in an hour. Hmm... maybe I can find a few more people to do the 'Three Dragons Taking the Pearl' test,
or even the 'Four Dragons Taking the Pearl' test... Ha... Ha... Ha..." Lin Zhiling knew she was like meat on a chopping block,
having unfortunately taken on this business, and could only be manipulated by Xing Qinghong. But if Xing Qinghong continued
to play so brutally, she would probably be either played to death or crippled. Since he was willing to make such a bet, she naturally had no
choice but to go all out.

But with a little effort, Lin Zhiling almost fainted from pleasure. Because she was afraid of falling off the high chair
and didn't dare to move, the clamps hanging from her nipples and clitoris, though heavy,
were . But when she exerted force in her lower abdomen and her body swayed, the three clamps with heavy bells felt like three
hands violently pulling back and forth on her most sensitive areas, her clitoris and nipples.

Lin Zhiling, who had never given birth, didn't know how to exert herself and could only endure the discomfort throughout her body,
concentrating all her strength in her lower abdomen as if she were having a bowel movement, struggling against that annoying rugby ball.

"I almost forgot!" Looking at Lin Zhiling, who was straining until her face was red and she kept making "uh-huh" sounds, Xing Qinghong suddenly smiled even more ambiguously, as
if he had thought of something else. "That Japanese girl last time didn't manage to poop, but
she did poop a whole floor. Judas, hurry up and get her anal plug." Seeing Judas Zheng
pick out an anal plug from the SM prop cabinet, Xing Qinghong said in an even crueler tone, "This one is too small to fit. You don't
know that before this slut came to my room yesterday, she proactively applied lubricant to her anus, preparing to play with her backdoor
. Use your special one." Judas Zheng's face changed when he heard Xing Qinghong's instructions, but he
could only obediently take out a thick and long thing that looked like an extra-large dildo. Judas Zheng had never personally experienced

what it felt like to have a rugby ball inserted into the vagina and a clamp with a heavy bell attached to the clitoris, but this extra-large anal plug often caused him excruciating pain. Although he felt great sympathy for Lin Zhiling, under Xing Qinghong's tyranny, he could only keep inserting it into Lin Zhiling's rectum. Xing Qinghong looked with satisfaction at the face—brows furrowed, forehead taut, lips bitten until bleeding—and said to Judas Zheng, "I only understand today why people say that even Xi Shi clutching her heart is more beautiful than Dong Shi, who was meticulously dressed up. Look at our top model, even with her features all scrunched up, she still looks so beautiful. It's more interesting to torture this kind of beauty, don't you think?" Judas Zheng expressed his agreement in support of his boss's point of view: "Yes , some women can look good with makeup, but once they've been whipped twice, they become ugly monsters . No matter how much fun a trainer has, it will be extinguished; playing with those inferior women too much is really worrying, it might lead to habitual impotence. It's just that high-class women like Lin Zhiling are really too rare." "However, the only downside to playing with Lin Zhiling is that she's too submissive. Severing is like playing with a ball that won't bounce—it's boring." Judas Zheng, speaking from experience, explained meaningfully, "This is a common problem for models. Boss, don't be fooled by how confident, radiant, and individualistic models appear in advertisements and videos. In reality, every move 're at the mercy of the makeup artist and stylist. At work, models are like puppets; after a while, they become more top model, is probably the same. So, when you humiliate her, she's less likely to resist fiercely." Xing Qinghong laughed, "According to you, our top model is perfect for being a 'beauty dog,' isn't she? That's exactly my wife's taste. After dawn, take Lin Zhiling to the ranch..."

"Let the boss lady give you a good lesson." Lin Zhiling, amidst the passionate lovemaking of Xing Qinghong and Judas Zheng, using her
moans, cries, gasps, and the melodious tinkling of bells from her private parts to arouse the two perverted men
, was completely unaware that an even more exciting show awaited her.

At 4:00 PM on September 15th, Judas Zheng drove his SUV, carrying Lin Zhiling, Qiu Li,
Wang Huizhen, and Monteca, along Las Vegas Avenue towards the outskirts of the city.

"Boss Xing has important guests from Hong Kong during the day, so he can't accompany you all today, but the boss lady is already
waiting for you at the ranch." Wang Huizhen, wearing a revealing tank top that showed off her cleavage and low-rise capri pants that revealed her buttocks,
sat in the assistant's seat, looking around curiously.

Judas Zheng diligently took on the role of tour guide: "On your right is the Venetian
Merchant Hotel, which opened in 2002. The hotel's theme is Venice, a replica of the canals on the Las Vegas
Strip . Clear canals wind around the bridges, and gondoliers sing Italian songs for
the couples on board. The hotel's shopping street is even more surprising; the sky above the shopping center changes with the clouds, and
Italian buildings line the canals. Tourists can easily take a boat ride, listening to the gondoliers sing 'Princess Turandot,' as if
they were in Venice. Most surprisingly, the Venetian Merchant Hotel also houses the Guggenheim Museum,
exhibiting masterpieces by Van Gogh, Matisse, Renoir, and Monet. This is proof of Las Vegas's efforts to transform from a glamorous,
decadent city into a global entertainment and sophisticated resort destination."

"Wow! A volcano erupted!" Wang Huizhen exclaimed excitedly, waving her arms and legs.

"The volcanic eruption is the signature feature of The Mirage Hotel,
a $730 million project built by Las Vegas mogul Steve Wynne. It boasts
a tropical, Polynesian-themed circular atrium and a vibrant casino. At the hotel's opening, Steve Wynne
publicly stated that The Mirage Hotel would surpass the limits of traditional hotels, offering guests a completely different entertainment experience.
Indeed , his ingenuity is evident in the volcanic eruption at the hotel entrance, using a spectacular sound and light show
to create the hotel's themed atmosphere, with a volcanic eruption performance every 15 minutes."

"Look! A pirate ship!"

"This is Treasure Island Hotel, a Caribbean
pirate -themed hotel on the Las Vegas Strip. The exterior looks just like the Caribbean
pirate attraction at Disneyland. A replica pirate ship, an artificial sea, and waves bobbing around—it's perfect for young travelers
. Every night, Treasure Island is bustling with activity. At 8 and 10 pm, Caribbean pirates and British
officers put on a pirate show in front of the hotel, firing cannons, diving, and performing fireworks. The smoke and dust are endless, and the tourists are completely
mesmerized." Wang Huizhen pouted, her cheeks flushed from the sun, like two mouthwatering red apples
, and grabbed Judas Zheng's arm, pouting, "Judas, can we come see it tonight?"
Judas Zheng smiled noncommittally, "What we just passed was Caesars Palace. Although it
opened in 1966, Caesars Palace underwent a $600 million
renovation in 1997, making it look brand new. Superstar Celine Dion is also one of the main singers at Caesars Palace shows. Caesars Palace
is themed around a Roman palace, and the Mediterranean Roman style is fully displayed in the shopping mall. Visitors can dine in the
amphitheater and by the Roman fountain. There are marble sculptures everywhere, and every hour on the hour, there is
a performance of the war between the water god and the fire god."

"That building in front is the Bellaggio Hotel,
designed to recreate the atmosphere of Tuscany. It's the most elegant hotel in Las Vegas, built by the city's tycoon Steve Wayne.
The movie Ocean's 8, starring Brad Pitt and George Clooney,
was filmed at the Bellaggio Hotel. In front of the castle-like hotel is an artificial lake with thousands of
fountains creating a water dance. The large-scale water show every 15 minutes every night is the hotel's signature performance. Las Vegas's
most famous show—the O Show—is also performed in this hotel." Sitting quietly in the back seat, staring blankly
out the window Lin Zhiling, hearing him mention the stage show and thinking about the performance she was forced to do that morning,
couldn't stop the tears from streaming down her face. She had finally given birth to the baby, and she secretly vowed: she would never
have a child in her life, because she never wanted to relive that pain and humiliation.

At 5:00 PM on September 15th, as the car drove through the heavily guarded gates of the Silver Mine Dynasty Ranch and stopped in
front of the luxurious villa, Lin Zhiling was finally pulled back from the abyss of painful memories by Wang Huizhen's innocent and enthusiastic praise
.

Judas Zheng led everyone to the luxurious reception room in a classic Western Rococo style, where the hostess was already
leisurely enjoying afternoon tea while waiting for her distinguished guests.

The elegant lady, sipping her afternoon tea from a bone china teacup, raised her head and swept
her charming yet authoritative gaze over Lin Zhiling, Qiu Li, and Wang Huizhen as they entered the reception room.
She introduced herself gently yet concisely and powerfully: "I am Ling Qingxia." She really didn't need to say anything more, because
the three words were enough to say everything: the most famous star in the Chinese-speaking world, who dominated from the 1960s to the 1990s,
playing everything from a youthful innocence to a sophisticated lady, from a delicate rich girl to a bold female knight-errant, and winning countless Best Actress awards.
Moreover, Ling Qingxia was a veteran in the modeling industry. In the early days of scarcity,
only the most high-end products could afford to hire her as a spokesperson.

However, she suddenly announced her retirement from acting in the year of her birthday, marrying a businessman and disappearing from the entertainment industry. Even Qiu Li, with her extensive
network of connections didn't know that she had married Xing Qinghong and lived in seclusion in the Las Vegas desert.

"Ah!" Wang Huizhen suddenly gasped, covering her mouth.

In fact, ever since she stepped into this roughly 100-square-meter, ornately decorated reception room, she had felt
something was off. Finally, she discovered the problem: next to the chaise lounge where Ling Qingxia sat, where a Persian cat or poodle
should have been lying, was a person—a completely naked woman.

Ling Qingxia, however, seemed unfazed, her famously thick eyebrows furrowing slightly.
She raised her high-heeled slipper foot and kicked the naked woman, who was curled up on
the ground : "Say hello to everyone." This special pet was incredibly obedient, swiftly...
She quickly crawled on her hands and knees to the front of the crowd, raised her head, and barked.

"Oh! My God!" This time it was Qiu Li's turn to exclaim in surprise: "She...she...she...is...Wang
Zhuxian?" The naked woman crawling on the ground like a dog was suddenly recognized, and her face turned red with shame as she lowered her head
.

Ling Qingxia, who had been sitting half-reclined on a chaise lounge like an elegant noblewoman, suddenly jumped up and scolded:
"What are you ashamed of? Raise your head!" She reached out and raised a leather whip hanging by the chair, and with a "swish,"
left a bright red welt four or five centimeters wide on Wang Zhuxian's white and tender buttocks.

"Yay!" Wang Huizhen stomped her foot, pointing her finger at Ling Qingxia's nose. "How could you do this?"
Ling Qingxia stared at the sweet and somewhat childlike Wang Huizhen with a regal gaze.
After a long while , she finally broke into a bright smile and said, "It's been a long time since I've seen such a spirited and righteous beauty
." Poor Wang Huizhen, who couldn't believe that her chivalrous act would cost her a lifetime of humiliation,
continued to lecture Ling Qingxia with self-righteous indignation: "How could you bully me like this!"

"Heh! Little girl, don't you know? Whether it's the entertainment industry or the modeling world,
it's a dog-eat-dog world. How many competitors did Lin Zhiling and I ruthlessly trample under our feet to achieve
our current success? And behind our success, do you know how much bitterness and grievance we endured?
And I can tell you: I've never met
anyone willing to lend a helping hand when I was persecuted and humiliated; all I've met were those who kicked me when I was down. In fact, to survive, I always ended up degrading
myself for others." Ling Qingxia leaned over and whispered in Wang Huizhen's ear, "I'll prove it to you."
Suddenly, she lashed out with her whip again, striking the naked woman's buttocks, which were now held high.

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