I. First Taste

I. My First Taste of Sex
My name is A-Jing. At 19, I came to Amsterdam, the Netherlands, from Taipei to study. Back then, I
was full of confidence. Why not? I'm 1.75 meters tall, slender, pretty, and have fair skin
. I could feel my charm from the way boys looked at me, especially on the street.
The men who stared at my full breasts and long legs with lustful eyes both scared and excited me. I thought I must be very sexy
. However, I should be considered a very conservative girl because until I came to Amsterdam, I had never
been with any boy. In other words, I was still a virgin. But Amsterdam changed me. I remember
it was a summer when I arrived in Amsterdam. Here, everywhere you looked, you saw things related to sex—
billboards on the street, displays in shops, newspapers and magazines—all exuding a sexual atmosphere. I
felt because, apart from occasional masturbation, I had no sexual experience. I must admit that at that time,
a strong impulse arose deep within me—the same impulse that led Eve to eat the forbidden fruit. I wanted to indulge in unbridled
pleasure and experience all the joys of the world!
Soon after, I met Paul, a 30-year-old English surgeon with a medical doctorate.
He was tall, robust, and possessed a cool, composed demeanor and a strong masculine presence. His aloofness, in particular, captivated me
, and I quickly fell in love with him, ignoring my many suitors. Finally, one weekend evening, he asked me to spend the night with him. After
hesitating for a moment, I couldn't resist the temptation and agreed. He drove me to a luxurious villa in the suburbs. It was a
large and opulent place, surrounded by high walls, like a medieval castle. Paul drove to
the villa's iron gate, got out, and pressed the doorbell. The gate opened automatically, and after I drove inside, it
closed automatically behind me. The villa was filled with gardens and a swimming pool. Paul quickly parked the car and led me through a
winding path to a brightly lit living room. Inside, I found two
men in suits sitting there, and two girls kneeling beside them. One was a blonde, and the other was a mixed-race girl. Both
were very beautiful and completely naked. They wore leather bracelets on their wrists and ankles with metal
rings for chaining, and leather collars around their necks, like the kind people often wear on dogs. The collars were connected to chains,
the other ends of which were held by the two men sitting on the leather sofas. Paul introduced me, saying, “Jing, these are my
two good friends, John and Bill. We’re inseparable, sharing all our joys. These two girls are our
shared property, our creation.” I was stunned. I never imagined I’d fallen for a
sadist . I’d read about these kinds of things in the newspapers—sadomasochistic organizations, sadomasochistic clubs—but I never thought it would happen to me
. I turned to run away, but Paul grabbed my right arm tightly. John and Bill immediately jumped up from the sofa and
ran over to grab me. Bill grabbed my hair hard, and John grabbed my left arm. I struggled desperately, screaming and
kicking. John ordered the blonde woman kneeling beside him, “Helen, go get the anesthetic!” The
girl named Helen immediately replied, “Yes.” She dragged her chains as she got up and ran into a room, quickly returning with the sound of chains
in her hand, holding a syringe. Paul took it, aimed it at my arm, and injected it. Soon, I felt dizzy,
my whole body went limp, and I lost consciousness. When I woke up, I found myself in a spacious, bright bedroom,
lying on a large bed. The bed was placed in the center of the bedroom by the window. Paul and two other people were standing beside the bed,
leisurely smoking cigarettes while carefully examining my body. I was completely naked, with my hands firmly
tied to the two ends of the bed rails, my legs spread apart, and my feet tied to the two ends of the bed. I couldn't move, and all my
private parts were completely exposed. I felt utterly humiliated and furious, tears streaming down my face. I yelled at Paul,
"You're a beast!" Paul nonchalantly blew a puff of smoke at me and said, "Jing, this is a wonderful game.
You'll get used to it soon, and maybe you'll even like it. Look, Helen and Carmen are already hooked."
At that moment , a handsome, slightly overweight middle-aged man gently wiped away my tears with a towel
and said to me gently but seriously, "Your body is beautiful, a rough gem that needs careful sculpting. Bill is our best plastic
surgeon; he will sculpt you into perfection. My name is John, and I'll be your godfather. I'll arrange your training plan,
teach you what you should do, how you should do it, and what punishments you should receive for wrongdoing. Of course, our
goal is to make you more perfect and more lovable." Hearing his words, the
terrifying scenes of Rossi Castle from the sadomasochistic novel "The Story of O" flashed through my mind, and I couldn't help but inwardly groan. At this moment,
Bill approached my bedside, grabbed my breasts with both hands, and vigorously rubbed them for a while, saying, "They're genuine, feel quite
nice." He then pinched and twisted my nipples, and I couldn't help but feel a tingling, electric-like sensation spread throughout my body. My breasts
contracted, and my nipples hardened and stood erect. Suddenly, he pinched my nipple hard, and I cried out in surprise. He
laughed, "Quite sensitive!" He then slowly slid his hands down from my breasts, from my chest and abdomen, all the way to my genitals,
gently stroking my pubic hair. Suddenly, he forcefully plucked out a few pubic hairs, and I screamed in pain. Bill, however, acted as if nothing
had happened, holding the plucked pubic hairs up to his eyes, examining them carefully, and muttering to himself:
“The weeds here are growing too thick and dark, they’re practically covering the whole garden. How can
something be hidden?” Paul reached out and plucked a few, looked at them, and nodded. “Good, they should be cleared
away immediately.” Bill called out, “Carmen, get the hair removal cream.” Carmen answered from the doorway, and soon
footsteps , accompanied by the rattling of chains. Carmen came in, carrying a basin of water, and
respectfully handed Bill a bottle of hair removal cream. Bill took it and then ordered Carmen to untie my legs, pushing them towards my chest,
and tightly tying my feet to my hands. In this way, all my private parts were fully
exposed . I felt like a lamb in a slaughterhouse, mercilessly bound to the slaughtering table. Bill
opened the cap of the hair removal spray and sprayed it onto my pubic area. I quickly felt a cool sensation as my entire pubic area was
covered with a thick layer of foamy hair removal product. He then sprayed some onto my armpits. Afterward, Bill
rubbed the product into my pubic area with his fingers, presumably to distribute it evenly. His fingers covered my entire pubic area.
He massaged my genitals, including the area around my anus, and any hairy areas. He then rubbed my armpits a few times before placing his fingers on
my clitoris and gently rubbing it. At first, I felt nauseous, but I couldn't move. I knew resistance was impossible,
so I just closed my eyes and let him ravage me. Soon, I began to feel pleasure, like the sensation I sometimes experience when masturbating. Bill's
fingers seemed intimately familiar with every nerve in my body, specifically targeting my most sensitive spots. His technique was skillful,
with just the right amount of pressure. I couldn't help but writhe, and involuntarily let out moans. It felt like
something was flowing out of my vagina. After about 20 minutes, Bill suddenly stopped rubbing. I felt a little disappointed,
as if I had been suddenly jolted. I even wished he would continue, but then I realized how inappropriate that thought was,
and how inappropriate I had been. My face immediately turned bright red. At that moment, I felt Bill using some kind of hard scraper to remove
the hair removal cream from my pubic area. Then he shaved my armpits. After he finished, my pubic area and armpits were
smooth and clean. Bill then wiped my pubic area and armpits clean with a damp towel, and then whistled triumphantly
, saying, "Great! Let's admire her true appearance again!" Paul and John both came over.
Paul couldn't contain his excitement and exclaimed, "Look, these pink lips, how lovely! You should give her a beautiful piercing
." Bill parted my labia with his fingers, and then I heard them exclaim in unison, "A virgin!"
Bill patted Paul on the shoulder with delight and said, "You're amazing! You've brought us a rare gem. She will
definitely be our best work." John was also very excited and said excitedly, "Today is a
day worth celebrating. Let's have a virginity party!" He immediately called Helen and Carmen and ordered them to quickly prepare drinks and
decorate the room. Paul then fetched the camera, set it up, and pointed the lens directly at my outstretched body. He told Carmen
to operate the camera and turned on two spotlights from the ceiling, one shining on my chest and the other on my genitals.
Helen placed three chairs on either side of the bed, two on the left and one on the right. She then brought over a small tray with
three wine glasses and a bottle of brandy. John told her to place the tray on my chest and fill the glasses, then told
her to stand beside him with the bottle. Everything was ready, and the three of them sat down, John on the right, Paul and Bill on
the left . John began, “Now the virginity feast begins. On behalf of the Three Musketeers, I welcome Jing to the party.” I immediately shouted,
“No! I will never join you!” John stared at me and continued slowly, “Now
you have no choice. Your choice is: obey or be punished. Refusing will only bring you greater pain.” I angrily
yelled at Paul, “You’ve ruined me!” Paul stood up and slapped me hard across the face twice, then
coldly said, “From now on, you are not allowed to speak to me like that.” I saw stars from the blows
and burst into tears. John wiped my tears, then suddenly grabbed my ear and said fiercely, “Listen!
From now on, you are a slave to the Three Musketeers. We can do anything to you, and you must not resist! Otherwise, you will
immediately receive the most severe punishment.” My ear felt like it was being ripped off, and I had no choice but to stop crying. John
released my ear and immediately changed to a gentler tone, continuing, "Remember that everything you have now belongs to the Three Musketeers.
You must always keep your genitals open to us, forget all pride and shame, and accept humiliation as your
highest honor. Of course, we will also help you with ropes, whips, and nail boards at any time.
Bill will also leave permanent marks on your body to constantly remind you." He turned to Helen beside him and commanded:
“Go and show her what she's made of!” Helen walked confidently up to me, and only then did I get a good look at her face
and body. Her features were well-proportioned and harmonious, and she possessed an elegant and aloof air—a quintessential Western beauty. Her eyes were especially
beautiful , crystal clear, like two sapphires set beneath long eyelashes. Her nose was straight and slightly upturned, but a
silver ring about an inch in diameter pierced her nasal septum. In addition to the choker with a long chain around her neck and
the leather bracelets on her wrists and ankles, each of her two full, high breasts was tattooed with a design of three crossed swords, and
each of her two brown nipples was pierced with a sword about an inch in diameter. The silver ring made my skin crawl, but Helen
wore a proud expression. She smugly raised her right leg and placed it on the headboard, urging me to admire her genitals.
When I looked, I nearly fainted. A large, oval stainless steel ring, over
three inches in diameter, adorned her clitoris. Each of her large labia majora also wore a slightly smaller, round stainless steel ring. The three rings
gleamed , making a pleasant, crisp sound when they touched, like the tinkling of wind chimes. Her genitals were white and
smooth, without a single pubic hair. Above her pubic bone was a tattoo, like the three long swords on her breasts.
Helen then boastfully reached up and pulled the ring on her clitoris upwards, the two heavy, drooping rings on her labia
completely opening her vulva, revealing a red, fleshy opening. John then ordered her to turn around and show me her buttocks
. Her buttocks, back, and thighs were crisscrossed with whip marks, covered in old and new black, purple, and red welts.
Her buttocks were also covered with dense black dots, like nail marks. On each of her buttocks, there was a distinct
brand, three crossed swords. I was horrified. I abandoned all hope, thinking my life was over. I blamed
myself for making the wrong friends; now I could only resign myself to fate. Seeing that I remained silent after watching, John told Helen to return to her original
position and said to me with a smile, "It won't be long before you're even more amazing than her, and you'll be proud of it. But
tonight is your virginity celebration, so you'd better not spoil our fun." He turned to Carmen and ordered, "
Prepare to film!" The three of them each picked up a glass of wine from the tray on my abdomen and said in unison, "Cheers to the virgin!"
They clinked their glasses above my genitals and then drank them down. Helen immediately came over to refill the glass, and John said, "The virgin should have a drink."
Bill understood, reached out and pried open my labia, telling Helen to pour the wine inside. The wine flowed down my genitals, and Paul
snatched the bottle from Helen's hand, aimed the bottle at my vulva, and thrust it in. I felt an unbearable tearing
pain , screamed, and tears streamed down my face. Paul slowly pulled the bottle out, and my vagina was filled
with brandy. Waves of burning sensation spread throughout my body, and I knew that my virginity was gone forever.
Paul then commanded Helen to drink the wine from my vagina. Helen straddled me, pressing her vulva, with the three steel rings hanging from it, directly against me.
Her face was pressed against my genitals, her mouth forcefully sucking out the wine from my vagina, and her soft, warm tongue licking my
genitals all over. Carmen kept moving the camera, changing angles. The three musketeers, sitting on either side, were watching with great interest,
and all took off their clothes. Paul couldn't contain himself and jumped onto the bed first, pushing Helen aside and
thrusting his already thick and hard penis into my vagina. I was in excruciating pain and groaned loudly, but he became even more excited, sucking
on my nipples while thrusting vigorously in and out. John, standing by the bed, pulled Helen over, made her kneel in front of him, put
his penis in her mouth, and made her suck. Soon, his penis became erect, and he grabbed her
hair , thrusting his penis back and forth in her mouth. Bill, on the other hand, kneaded behind Helen's buttocks
, thrusting his penis vigorously into her high buttocks while kneading her breasts with both hands. The only sounds in the room besides my moans
were the slurring of thrusting. It seemed like a long time passed before Paul pulled out his penis, climbed to the head of the bed, and ejaculated
into my mouth. The semen had a bitter, unpleasant smell that made me nauseous. He ordered me to swallow it, but I
refused and spat it all out. He was very displeased and said to me in a threatening tone, "You'll pay for this later."
Then he got out of bed to rest. John, seeing Paul step aside, also left Helen behind, climbed onto the bed, and thrust his thick penis
into my vagina, while vigorously rubbing my breasts with both hands. I felt as if my hymen
had been completely torn apart; my entire genital area felt nothing but a burning pain. I cried out loudly. After
what seemed like an eternity, John got off, and Bill, having released Helen, climbed back on, still thrusting his penis in and out. But
while Bill was thrusting in and out of my vagina, he was also inserting his fingers into my anus and probing. Suddenly, a tearing pain shot
through ; he had forced his thick penis into my anus
and was thrusting in and out, while simultaneously twisting my nipples with one hand and rubbing my clitoris with the other. My
anal skin is delicate; even a slightly hard bowel movement would cause it to tear, let alone with a thick, long penis inside.
The pain was unbearable, but my tears had dried, my throat was hoarse, and I could
only groan softly. All I could do was hope he would finish quickly. Finally, after a frenzied series of thrusts, Bill shouted with pleasure
and ejaculated into my anus. It felt like an enema had been injected; my anus was swollen
and painful, as if it couldn't close. It was already late at night, and the three of them were exhausted. They told Helen and Carmen to tidy up
the room and went to rest.

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