Urban Legends: The Puppet Brothel

It was said that passing through the midnight fog would lead to that brothel, a paradise in every man's dreams, a place of ecstasy where all primal desires could be released.
"...The gang that robbed the jewelry store at gunpoint this morning still has one member at large..." The car radio's voice was cut off halfway through. The man wearing sunglasses slammed the butt of his gun onto the radio, and then only static echoed through the car. This man was the protagonist of the broadcast, the last member of that robbery gang still at large.
"Damn it!" he cursed, punching the static-emitting radio a few more times. By this time, the automatic tuning had switched to a new frequency, and the sound of a late-night radio program came on. The man wiped the sweat from his brow, leaned back in his seat, and eased his foot off the accelerator slightly.
Everything had been planned perfectly, but an unexpected incident occurred at the last moment. Just as the group was about to leave after robbing the jewelry store, a passing policewoman spotted them. As a result, the planned escape fell through, and the few who had managed to steal the gold found themselves in a standoff with the police. After several hours, only the man who had orchestrated the plan escaped alone.
"Damn it! If that bitch had fallen into my hands, I'd fuck her to pieces! You slut!" Of course, the man who cursed at the policewoman who ruined his entire plan wasn't angry about his accomplices who had been killed or arrested.
As he cursed, his hand slowly touched a canvas bag beside him. The contents were valuable, but compared to what they had originally stolen, it was at most a tenth of the total.
Because of the policewoman, the man's windfall had shrunk, and more importantly, the policewoman had caused the police to see his face.
"...It is said that passing through the midnight fog will lead to that..." The radio was saying something incomprehensible, but to the man's furious ears, it only made him feel annoyed.
He slammed his fist on the radio again. This time, he must have accidentally slammed his hand on the radio switch; not only the voice but also the static completely disappeared.
The man cursed under his breath and turned his attention slightly to the outside of the car window.
It was late at night, and there were far fewer cars on the streets, especially since he was driving through narrow alleys where even the streetlights were scarce. He had to find a way to escape the city, no matter what, or he would be found by the police sooner or later. The wanted poster should have already been issued; most citizens probably already knew what he looked like, so if he wanted to hide, he should leave the city as soon as possible and hide in a more chaotic area like the suburbs.
"Hide for a while, grow a beard, and then figure something out. Anyway, I've got the money. I'll have somewhere to spend it." Perhaps because he was quieter, the man's mood calmed down a bit, and he muttered to himself. Suddenly, he noticed red and blue lights flashing at the exit of the alley—the lights of police cars.
"Damn it," the man cursed again and turned the steering wheel. This was the umpteenth time he'd changed routes to avoid police checks. He drove through narrow alleys, lingering just outside police checkpoints. In fact, although he felt he was heading towards the suburbs, he was no longer sure of his direction.
After driving out of the alley on the other side, he found himself in completely unfamiliar territory. Although it was a main road and the streetlights were fairly bright, the fog was thickening. The deathly silent streets seemed to have become another world. He rolled down his window, spat out a mouthful of saliva, and drove further into the fog.
Time passed, and driving through the fog-shrouded road, even his sense of time seemed dulled.
He felt increasingly cold, the streetlights were spaced further apart, and the shadows of the trees seemed to grow ever larger.
"Ah, I guess I'm out of town?" he muttered. His fog lights were on, but visibility was only a few meters. The highway was definitely closed, and even if it wasn't, he didn't intend to escape via it. In fact, there was no need to drive any further. Reaching the suburbs would be enough.
Then, the man noticed the car seemed to be slowing down. Although he had been driving slowly to avoid police checkpoints and due to the fog, it now felt like the car was slowing down even more. At this point, he noticed the dashboard; the gas was almost empty.
"Damn it, this is the worst time!" The man slammed his fist on the steering wheel. He could only find gas at a self-service station, and he didn't know where he was or if there was any gas station nearby. Being caught by the police because of a dead gas tank would be a huge loss.
Just then, he noticed some lights peeking through the thick fog. They didn't look like police lights; they were probably from a roadside shop in the suburbs. The man stopped the car, slung his canvas bag over his shoulder, tucked a Black Star pistol into his pants, grabbed a homemade flintlock pistol, and got out of the car.
The moment he stepped out, the fog dissipated. Only then did the man realize that he had indeed driven into the suburbs. The roadside was lined with trees stretching into the distance, seemingly endless, and through the gaps in the trees, he could see what appeared to be boundless fields. Because of the darkness, everything was pitch black, making it appear exceptionally desolate. Only a small, quaint attic not far in front of him emitted a warm, orange light.
"Hmph," the man snorted coldly. He'd go find out where he was first, and then make his plans. If the people there dared to call the police, he could kill them then. Thinking this, he strode towards the attic. As
he approached, just as he was about to push open the two slightly ajar wooden doors, they opened by themselves, and a rich fragrance wafted out. "Welcome," a leisurely voice said, and a graceful figure appeared before him. The voice, though gentle, almost made the man's breath catch in his throat. He stepped back slightly, staring wide-eyed at the figure that had suddenly appeared before him.
It was a woman, her head draped in a black veil like a bride's headscarf, obscuring her face. However, the veil accentuated the woman's incredibly fair skin, as white as snow, almost translucent. She wore only a garment, which the man, of course, didn't recognize as a "裳" (chang). To him, it appeared to be a nightgown—a light blue garment adorned with elaborate floral patterns—draped over her alluring body, its opening open, secured only by a sash at the waist. The woman's full breasts stood high beneath the garment, the edges of the fabric almost revealing her areolas. In the lamplight, the man could see the two nipples protruding from the thin silk. Looking down through the open fabric, the woman's smooth abdomen revealed an oval navel, causing the man to swallow hard. Below the navel, a knotted ribbon concealed the woman's most intimate parts, but he knew she wasn't wearing underwear. Her long, shapely legs were incredibly alluring.
"Woman..." The man's heart began to race. Even without seeing her face, he knew this woman was far superior to any of the women he'd slept with in the past; her figure alone was exceptional!
For a moment, he almost forgot he was a fugitive robber, and a lewd smile crept across his face.
"Welcome, may I ask..." the woman seemed about to say something more.
But the man's mind was already consumed by lust. After all, any normal man seeing a nearly naked woman standing before him would be unable to suppress his desire. Besides, this man had already abandoned all moral constraints; he was, after all, a robber.
As the woman spoke, the man grabbed her shoulder, brandished his flintlock pistol, and lewdly threatened, "Alright, you bitch, dressed so provocatively, you must be craving a man, right? Hehehehe, if you're obedient, I'll satisfy you!" With that, he pushed her into the attic.
"Guest, what are you doing? Ah…don't do this!" the woman protested, as the man slammed the door shut behind him. His hands brazenly grabbed the woman's breasts. The soft, delicate touch almost made his nose bleed. Even with his large hands, he couldn't fully grasp her breasts; he could only pinch and knead them with his fingers.
"Don't make a sound if you don't want to die! Just let me have my fun, or I'll fuck you to death!" While grabbing the woman's breasts, the man pressed the barrel of his flintlock pistol against her forehead, threatening her in a vicious voice. As he spoke, he had already wedged his legs between the woman's.
Because of this rough action, the woman completely lost her balance and fell backward onto the floor. But this made things easier for the man. He pressed down on the woman's body, his hand still gripping her breasts, watching the black veil covering her face rise and fall, feeling the rhythm of her breasts trembling with her rapid breathing. The man revealed a wicked smile.
"That's it." He lewdly grinned, tucking the flintlock pistol back into his belt, then unzipped his pants and pulled out his penis. Amidst a tangled mass of pubic hair, the foul-smelling penis slowly rubbed against the woman's snow-white thigh. Because the man's thigh was already wedged between her legs, it was impossible for her to close them. At that moment, the man casually grabbed one of her legs and spread them completely apart.
The woman's vulva was now fully visible to the man; in the center of the smooth white skin was a slit formed by slightly darker labia. With the man pulling her thighs apart, the slit was forced open slightly, revealing pink, tender flesh within the labia like a flower stamen soaked in dew. Of course, the man had absolutely no artistic imagination; his mind was now filled only with the word "fuck." Swallowing the saliva that almost spilled from his mouth, the man let out a rough "heh heh" sound and thrust his thick penis into the woman's vulva.
"Ahhh!!" The woman screamed pitifully, grabbing the arm of the man's hand that was kneading her breast, as if trying to push him away. But her strength was no threat to the man; on the contrary, this futile struggle only excited him more.
The woman's vagina tightly enveloped the man's penis, writhing as if alive. From the tip of the glans to the coronal sulcus and then to the base of the penis, every part seemed to be fused with the walls of the woman's vagina. The slippery sensation layer upon layer was continuous, and the sticky feeling gently rubbed against every part of his penis as the man thrust his hips.
"Ah! So good! This bitch is really lewd! This thing!" The man shouted loudly, spitting as he did so. Under his palm, the woman's nipples were already as hard as rocks. He abruptly released the woman's hands, grabbing both of her thighs and lifting them, placing her legs on his shoulders. This naturally raised the woman's waist.
In this way, the man's penis became a jackhammer, forcefully pounding downwards into the deepest part of her vagina. The vagina, already tightly gripping his penis, seemed to grow even hotter; the sticky, folded walls of her vagina seemed to be biting at his penis, clinging tightly to his groin. However
, it couldn't stop the man's rough thrusts, and the tightness gave him a stimulating sensation as if someone were pressing down on his penis from all sides, widening the urethral opening; the vas deferens connected to the urethral opening almost trembled. The
"plop plop" sounds weren't just from the man's body hitting the woman; there was also the sound of air being compressed by the violent impact of his penis. The lewd sounds in the air, along with the splattering vaginal fluid, emitted a sweet and sour, fishy smell—the scent of lust.
"No...stop...ah~ ah!! I'm going to die...ah!" Beneath the man, the woman's body began to tremble, emitting groans and pleading sounds. However, compared to the lewd panting and moaning, the woman's pleas seemed so pale. Or rather, because of the black veil, the woman's panting became even heavier, so heavy that it sounded almost like a cry of pleasure.
"Ah~ ah! Ah...no...it's going to split open! I...ah~ ah~! ah!" She shook her head, her hands tightly gripping the man's chest, pressing hard against his body, her nails almost piercing through his clothes. But this was merely stimulating the man's animalistic instincts; his eyes were already bloodshot, his gaping mouth revealing yellowed teeth, exuding an inhuman aura.
"Fuck you! Fuck you, you bitch!" The roaring man thrust his hips forward again, plunging deep into the woman's vagina. His massive penis finally breached the woman's last line of defense, penetrating directly into her uterus. The sensation in his glans was like reaching heaven.
Beneath the man, the woman let out a most pitiful scream.
"Eee!!!" With the final, hoarse scream, the woman tilted her head back, her veil clinging to her face, revealing the almost distorted contours of her features. Breath from her mouth, stretched to its limit, condensed on the veil, and her fingers, clenched into fists, revealed blue veins on her pale skin.
"You enjoyed it, didn't you, you bitch!" the man growled, forcefully pulling out his penis before penetrating her uterus once more. This second wave of stimulation rendered the woman speechless, her body completely engulfed in arrhythmic spasms. Inside her, her body also began to convulse violently, the intense sensation several times stronger than the stimulation from her earlier natural movements. As
a result, a warm current enveloped the man's penis, traveling down to his legs. The woman had reached orgasm, a powerful climax releasing a torrent of vaginal fluid. And it wasn't just this fluid; the pleasure of the man's rough thrusting had driven her to the point of unconsciousness, and in that unconscious state, she had even lost control of her bladder. Hot, wet fluid gushed from the woman's body, soaking the man's trousers.
But at this moment, the man had no energy to concern himself with such trivial matters. His eyes widened. His penis, inside the woman's body, enveloped and impacted by this warm, wet fluid, finally reached its limit. With
just a spasm, a large amount of yellowish-brown semen gushed from the tip of his glans, which had already penetrated the woman's uterus.
The unconscious woman lay beneath the man, her uterus overflowing with his semen, yet she showed no reaction, only a few instinctive twitches. Only then did the man, satisfied, withdraw his penis from her body. The instant his glans left her, a large amount of vaginal fluid mixed with his semen flowed from her vagina.
"Damn, you've soiled my pants," the man muttered, jerking his penis a few times. Although he hadn't felt it during the pleasure, he now found the sticky feeling on his penis very uncomfortable. His gaze naturally fell on the woman's veil.
Perhaps he should just have her lick it clean.
With this self-evident thought, the man abruptly ripped off the woman's black veil. But what he saw nearly made his heart stop. Hidden beneath the veil wasn't a terrifying, ugly face; on the contrary, it was a delicate and beautiful one, with slender eyebrows, bright eyes, a straight nose, and small, cherry-like lips. It was undeniably the face of a beauty.
However, this wasn't the face of a living person. It was the face of a puppet, sculpted and painted!
... "...The last member of the gang that robbed the gold shop yesterday has been found..." This news came over the radio of a police car parked nearby as police were clearing the scene at a cemetery in the suburbs.
However, the part the news didn't report was that the last person, when found, was a desiccated corpse, his face contorted in terror, clutching a cold tombstone. Such news absolutely couldn't be reported, because it wasn't news, but merely a rumor.
[The End]

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