Accidentally entered a brothel

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Lin is 24 years old this year. He spends his days idly, either stealing chickens or engaging in petty theft. In his own words, "What else can I do? What else can I live for?" Actually, Lin isn't entirely useless. In high school, he was a well-known handsome guy on campus, and he was excellent at sports, but his grades were poor, always ranking last. But Lin didn't care about that. Having no relatives or friends, he was used to being a loner and not caring about anything. Lin felt that going to school wasn't the only way out; he figured he could make a living anywhere. And so, Lin ended up in his current state, a drifter in society.

Tonight, Lin, as usual, wandered from house to house, going out one alley and in another, thinking of committing some petty theft. But he kept stealing from the same few houses, and he got bored. So today, he specifically went to the outskirts of town to find the Zhao family villa, considered the richest family in the town. He heard that only Old Man Zhao's youngest daughter lived there. This was a real piece of meat! Maybe… haha, the more he thought about it, the more excited he became, and his steps quickened. Soon, the Zhao family villa came into view in a blur. "Damn it, it's foggy, but that'll give me cover." "Hehe, the villa is a European-style building. A wide playground lies behind a high fence, with green lawns surrounding a gray asphalt road that winds its way to the magnificent Zhao family villa."

Lin carefully bypassed the hunting dogs and crept towards the least guarded area. Lin had been doing this kind of thing for a while, so he was well-prepared for basic security. He quickly found an open window. "Looks like today went smoothly, haha." He slipped inside and, after confirming everything was alright, began to survey the room. He needed to determine which part of the residence this was before figuring out where to strike. The room contained a few sofas and some dark-colored furniture. Clothes were scattered haphazardly on a large spring mattress. "Looks like this is a servant's room, so the master's room must be upstairs." Lin quietly approached the door, about to open it, when he suddenly heard a sound. Lin immediately hid behind the nearest wardrobe. "Miss's room is on the second floor, room 224. Don't send her to the wrong room since you've just arrived. Miss has a terrible temper; if she gets angry, we'll be in big trouble." The voice faded into the distance. Lin immediately left the room and carefully made her way to 224. She arrived just as the maid left. Lin tiptoed to the door, and when there was no sound from inside, she used her homemade tool to open the door and slipped inside. As soon as she entered, Lin smelled a delightful fragrance—jasmine, alluring and intoxicating.

The room was dark, with moonlight filtering softly through the thick curtains onto the carpet. Lin was surprised by the spaciousness of the room, with its luxurious furniture and large... The sofa and the comfortable soft bed were so large and so desirable.

Of course, what Lin longed for most was the breathtakingly beautiful body on the bed. Lin silently walked towards the bed, and as he approached the headboard, he was stunned by what he saw. A girl, beautiful as an angel, lay on the bed. Her hair was smooth and flowing, her features were clear and dynamic, and her long eyelashes fluttered, making Lin want to hug her.

But what shocked Lin even more was what was tightly clamped between the girl's legs—it was clearly a human head. "Ah!"

Lin cried out, though briefly, but it startled the girl awake. The moment their eyes met, Lin felt a sharp pain in the back of his head, and then he knew nothing more.

When Lin awoke, it was the afternoon of the next day. The setting sun cast its warm glow through the window, making the room quiet and peaceful. But Lin didn't see it that way. His first instinct was to get up and run, but he suddenly realized his hands and feet were tightly bound with ropes, and the pain intensified. Whether it was the ropes or the blunt force trauma to the back of his head, the pain made him want to curse. "Let me go! I knew this day would come when I became a thief! At worst, I'll just be in jail for a few months! Let me go! Is anyone there?" Exhausted from shouting, Lin heard the door open and close behind him. He struggled to move his eyes and could see who was there. Lin's first sight was a pair of pristine white feet. The beautiful, delicate toes stirred his imagination. Looking up, he saw an even more beautiful pair of legs, long and strong, their muscularity and sensuality accentuated by their movement. Next, he noticed her smooth, firm buttocks and full breasts. But what truly left Lin speechless was her face. He finally understood what it meant to have an angelic face on a devilish figure—a beauty beyond description, something no one in real life had ever witnessed. This was a challenge for the Lin in the novel; all he could do was stammer.

The beautiful girl drew closer, her legs almost touching Lin's head. Lin gasped, "You, you, what are you doing? Don't come any closer!" He was stammering incoherently.

"Giggle..." The girl laughed heartily, squatting down and cupping Lin's face in her hands. "If you were just a regular thief, I'd let you go, and even give you something. I'm a woman of principle, and I like to help others. But unfortunately, you ran into my house and saw something you shouldn't have, so..." "I didn't see anything! Really, please let me go!" Lin was a seasoned veteran, knowing that other people's privacy shouldn't be exposed. It seemed that this time, he had to be smart and deny everything. "

Actually, what you saw wasn't much. I can let you see more clearly." "I won't look, I won't look! Let me go! I'll never steal from your house again!" The girl laughed as she walked to the front of the bed and pressed a very hidden button. The bed immediately changed; a gap suddenly appeared in the middle of the intact bed, and then a head slowly rose up. This time, Lin clearly saw that it was the head of a man not much older than him, with his eyes sealed and his mouth seemingly gagged. Just looking at his head, you could tell he was incredibly weak. What must his body be like, stuck under the bed? The thought sent a chill down Lin's spine.

"You saw it last night, this guy was serving me while I slept. Actually, he serves me every night, it's been almost a year now."

"My God, he might as well be dead. I can't stand this all the time," Lin thought.

"Just let me go, I promise I won't tell a word, really, believe me." Lin's serious expression was incredibly cool. Sometimes Lin relied on this face to win women's hearts, so Lin felt it was time to use his ultimate move.

"Hehehehe," the woman giggled. "I like you more and more. From now on, you're mine. I don't want that old man anymore; I'm tired of looking at him."

"Huh? No way, it's backfiring!" Lin almost cried. "What am I going to do? Is it any better for me to stay here? No, I have to leave."

Lin's thoughtful expression pleased the girl. "By the way, my name is Zhao Qian. Everyone calls me Qian'er, or you can call me Xiaoqian." "Also, the person who knocked you unconscious yesterday is my personal maid, Wan'er. She's very formidable, so don't mess with her." Lin was bewildered by Xiaoqian's friendly words, almost unable to believe that there was actually someone lying in her bed who had been abused to the point of near death. But reality is so contradictory. "Maybe she'll treat me better?" Lin tried to convince herself.

"Okay, I have something to do. I'll keep you company tonight. Bye, handsome, hehe." "Hey... don't go! Let me go first, or I'll scream!" The girl turned around. "Just so you know, I forgot. My house isn't a place for loud noise..." "That's right, then let me go quickly, and I won't scream."

Lin thought, "If you let me go, I'll subdue you immediately and force you to run away. I can't beat that girl, and maybe I can even grab something." Lin laughed more and more as he thought about it. Suddenly, something shot into his mouth like an arrow. "I'll use my sock to gag you for now. I just took it off yesterday to wash it, and I can't find anything else. Just make do with it for now." As Xiaoqian spoke, she stuffed one of her stockings into Lin's mouth, then used the other to choke him. Lin struggled fiercely, but he then realized that this girl was very strong, and his struggles were completely futile.

After gagling Lin, Xiaoqian gently stepped on his mouth with her foot, saying, "Stay here and don't run around," before turning and leaving the room.

"Running around? How could I run around? If I run into that damned maid again, she'll beat me to death! I'd better rest and conserve my strength before finding a chance to escape. When I get my chance, I'll see how I deal with you!" Thinking this, Lin's mood gradually calmed down. He looked up and saw the man trapped on the bed. Suddenly, he seemed to see blood flowing from the man's eyes, two streams of bright red blood running down his cheeks. Lin blinked hard, but the man remained motionless, just as before. "There's no blood. I'm probably just too tired. It's all that damned Xiaoqian's fault... But how can I escape?" Thinking this, Lin slowly fell asleep. In his dream, he returned to his carefree student days, and the countless women he had been with. He dreamt he was making love with a former girlfriend, everything was so beautiful and happy. Suddenly! The woman suddenly transformed into Xiaoqian, cutting her own flesh with a knife, while he remained motionless, unable to scream. Just then, he felt a sharp pain in his head and saw Xiaoqian crouching above him, flicking her injured scalp with her fingers.

"Ugh..." Lin struggled slightly. "Oh, you're awake! Look at you, you've slept until night, you should have had enough sleep." "Ugh..." Lin gestured for Xiaoqian to release him, but she ignored him. "I'm going to show you a good show, watch carefully, you'll have to do this in the future!" Xiaoqian gave Lin a mischievous smile.

Xiaoqian walked to the bedside, pressed a button, and the man's head slowly turned and moved to the foot of the bed to face them. "This way you can see a little better," Xiaoqian said, tearing off the tape sealing the man's mouth. "Open your mouth!

" The man slowly opened his mouth, and Xiaoqian forcefully inserted her right foot into his mouth, all the way to the sole of her foot. The man's throat trembled a few times, and he immediately began to breathe heavily through his nose. "Hmm, good, a little deeper today." After a few minutes, Xiaoqian pulled out her right foot and placed it near the man's mouth. The man began to lick away the remaining saliva on her foot. After the man finished licking, Xiaoqian knelt on the bed, her genitals directly facing the man's mouth, her legs tightly clamping the man's head. "Lick!" Lin could clearly hear the sound of the man licking Xiaoqian's private parts. He could hardly believe what he was seeing, yet he was experiencing it all. He felt his head buzzing, and the nine planets of the Milky Way seemed to be hovering above him. He couldn't accept it all, and Lin stood there dumbfounded.

Lin stared blankly at everything unfolding before him. An hour later, Xiaoqian was satisfied, feeding the man all her vaginal fluids. What Lin couldn't understand was why the man didn't resist at all. Moreover, from the moment Lin saw him until now, he hadn't uttered a single word, not even a single syllable. Under Xiaoqian's torment, the man only managed a few groans. Lin despised this man, thinking him spineless. Lin thought he would never do such a thing.

Xiaoqian jumped off the bed, took off her underwear and stuffed it into the man's mouth, then resealed his mouth with tape. Turning to Lin, she said, "How was it? Fun? Want to play along, hehe?" Lin shook his head vigorously. Xiaoqian smiled, "I think I'll give you the most basic training, starting with your feet." Lin didn't understand Xiaoqian's meaning, but he knew it definitely wasn't anything good.

Xiaoqian pulled Lin to the center of the room. Only then did Lin notice that the center of the room was lower than the rest of the room, and several iron rings protruded from the ground around the perimeter, easily missed if not carefully observed. Xiaoqian somehow obtained a rope, threaded it through an iron ring, wrapped it around Lin's body several times, tightened it, and then tied it to another iron ring. She repeated this process, binding Lin in a web-like fashion, like an insect caught in a spider's web, helpless and waiting to be slaughtered.

Xiaoqian squatted down, removed the stockings from Lin's mouth, and gently flicked Lin's pale, tense face with the two stockings. "Now let's play for a while, hehe." "I won't play this boring game with you, let me go!" Xiaoqian ignored Lin, gently tossing the stockings on the ground with the grace of a lady. Lin was stunned for a moment. Then, Xiaoqian suddenly jumped on Lin, stomping hard on his chest. Lin cried out in pain, "Ah..." Before Lin could fully vent his pain, Xiaoqian's toes were already inserted into his mouth. Lin shook his head from side to side, trying to shake off the foot in his mouth, but Xiaoqian tightened her grip, and a tremendous pain shot through Lin's mouth. The tearing pain almost made him faint. Lin gradually lost the ability to resist and could only let Xiaoqian's toes push in. Xiaoqian's foot slowly entered Lin's mouth, and when Lin's lips enveloped Xiaoqian's foot, Xiaoqian's foot could no longer be inserted. "You're so bad. My foot is so small and you can only hold such a tiny bit of it. You really need a lot of training. It seems I need to train you properly in the future." Lin wanted to say no, but he couldn't make a sound. His mouth was already stuffed full. Lin wanted to shake his head and say no, but even moving his mouth was excruciatingly painful. Lin wanted to glare at her, but he was in so much pain that he couldn't even open his eyes. Meanwhile, Xiaoqian kept making movements on Lin's body, imitating a swan standing on its own two feet, but Xiaoqian wasn't standing on the water, but in Lin's mouth. Lin felt it becoming increasingly difficult to breathe, and the pain became unbearable. Lin finally fainted.

When Lin woke up, it was already the next evening. He found himself still tied up in the middle of this damned room, his mouth still throbbing, the pain intensifying whenever he opened it wide. "That damned woman! I hope she doesn't fall into my hands!" Lin cursed fiercely, but he still felt a little wary of Xiaoqian. The door opened, and Lin heard that voice—pleasant yet hateful—followed by another melodious voice.

"Another woman?" Lin asked, puzzled.

"What are you planning to do today, Miss?" "Today, I'll have a competition with you!" Xiaoqian smiled mysteriously.

"A competition? What kind of competition? I'm not as good as you, Miss!" "It's alright. Come on, look at our handsome guy, how does he look today?" Xiaoqian and the woman walked to the opposite side of Lin. Only then did Lin see clearly that the girl standing next to Xiaoqian was about the same age as her, probably around 20 years old, 170 cm tall, with a full and firm figure, and even longer and stronger legs. Her fair feet were slightly larger than Xiaoqian's, and she had short, bright red hair. With her beautiful big eyes, she was definitely a beauty. However, compared to Xiaoqian, who was 168 cm tall and not as full-figured, Xiaoqian had a natural charm that this girl didn't possess.

"Let me introduce you," Xiaoqian said to Lin with a smile. "Her name is Wan'er, she's my personal maid and also responsible for my safety. She's practiced martial arts since she was little, so she wouldn't care about three or four people, let alone you.

" "By the way, she's the one who found you in my room that day and knocked you unconscious with her bare hands." "My goodness, it was her! Is she really that good? But she's quite cute." Lin thought to himself, "I won't let you off the hook when I get the chance." "Alright," Xiaoqian took Wan'er's hand, "Let's start our competition now. Let me explain the rules first. It's about whose foot goes deeper into the other person's mouth. Use this pen to draw a line where their lips are close to our feet." Xiaoqian pointed at Lin while explaining the rules with a smile. Wan'er also smiled, her smile quite charming, showing that she was also very interested in the competition.

"I protest!" Lin practically screamed, forgetting even the pain in his lip, which had split open from his shouting and bled slightly. "I protest what you're doing! You can't treat me like this! This is torture! I'm turning myself in! I'm going to the police station! Let me go!" Lin began to struggle desperately. He started to sense that something was wrong. These two women were terrifying, this place was terrifying. He wanted to leave, never come back, never even think about it again. He wasn't a coward, but no one could easily accept such an experience.

"I'll go first," Xiaoqian said, ignoring Lin's shouts. She seemed to enjoy watching him panic. Lin's struggles were weak and feeble, perhaps because he was tied too tightly, or perhaps because he hadn't eaten for two days.

Xiaoqian jumped onto Lin's only child again. Lin jerked violently in pain. Xiaoqian slowly walked to Lin's mouth, then raised her right foot. Lin immediately closed his mouth; he wouldn't let Xiaoqian succeed so easily. Xiaoqian smiled mysteriously, then suddenly stomped her foot down hard, landing squarely on Lin's neck. The sudden, excruciating pain forced Lin to open his mouth. In that instant, Xiaoqian's toes were completely shoved into Lin's pitiful mouth. "You'd better cooperate, or you'll be in for it," Xiaoqian said forcefully, pushing her foot into Lin's mouth. Her foot slowly slid into Lin's wide-open mouth. Lin watched helplessly as Xiaoqian's foot continued to enter his mouth, powerless to stop it. He tried to bite, but he found that once his mouth was stretched wide, he couldn't muster any strength. The excruciating pain of his mouth being torn open made it impossible for Lin to open his eyes. He wanted to faint immediately, but today he couldn't. The pain was clearly engulfing him; he felt like he was about to die. Suddenly, Xiaoqian's foot was pulled out of Lin's mouth. Lin barely opened his eyes and saw the red lines on the sole of her foot. "That must be the depth her foot was inserted. My God, my mouth can actually fit that much of her foot. I can't believe my eyes," Lin thought, painfully mocking himself.

"It's your turn, Wan'er," Xiaoqian urged Wan'er after showing off her masterpiece. Wan'er slowly walked to Lin's head and stretched out her right foot. Lin saw that her foot was strong and full, seemingly powerful but also very beautiful. Lin didn't dare to speak and closed his mouth again. He thought that even if she jumped on him again, he wouldn't open his mouth, and he wouldn't open it no matter where she stepped on him. Wan'er simply used her toes to gently rub Lin's lips, wiping away the blood left at the corner of his mouth. Lin didn't put up any futile resistance. He wanted to save his strength for last, letting Wan'er's foot rub against his mouth. Lin kept his mouth closed resolutely. Wan'er looked into Lin's eyes and smiled gently. But her toes pressed down hard on Lin's mouth, the pressure increasing until Lin could barely hold on. Suddenly, the pressure disappeared, and Wan'er's foot gently rested on Lin's lips instead of pressing down. Lin finally breathed a sigh of relief. "Looks like she's given up," Lin thought. He stopped clenching his teeth, but in that moment of relaxation, Wan'er's toes slipped into Lin's mouth like eels. In his excitement, Lin bit down on Wan'er's toes. Wan'er frowned slightly. "You dare bite me?" Wan'er reached out her right hand and pinched Lin's jaw hard. Lin was in so much pain that he couldn't close his mouth. Wan'er took the opportunity to forcefully insert all of her toes into Lin's mouth. Wan'er was indeed very strong; she quickly inserted a small part of her foot into Lin's mouth as well. Then she released her grip on Lin's jaw. Lin no longer had the strength to bite Wan'er's foot. Wan'er suddenly stood up, one foot shoved into Lin's mouth, the other stomping on his chest. She put all her strength into her right foot, using her left foot only for balance.

Wan'er's foot was slightly larger than Xiaoqian's, and although only slightly, the pain was multiplied for Lin. He felt his mouth was torn, and he couldn't tell if the liquid coming out was saliva or blood. He didn't know how much time had passed; perhaps short, but to him it felt like an eternity. Just as Lin was about to faint, Wan'er jumped off him. Lin lay on the ground groaning in pain, feeling as if he could swallow an elephant whole.

A red line appeared on Wan'er's foot. The two beautiful women were happily comparing themselves to each other. If Lin weren't the victim, he would have felt nothing could be happier than having two such beautiful girls by his side. But now, he only felt waves of terror. Every laugh they uttered was like a torture to his ears.

The result was in: Xiaoqian, despite her small feet, lost to Wan'er. Perhaps Xiaoqian pried open Lin's mouth first, or perhaps Wan'er was heavier and stronger; in any case, Xiaoqian lost. Xiaoqian was slightly angry and kicked Lin viciously, saying, "Wait till I get back, I'll skin you alive!" Lin shuddered. Normally, he would have laughed it off, but now he knew Xiaoqian was truly capable of such a thing. He clearly understood his place; he had become their plaything, tormenting him only for their pleasure, their daily amusement. Lin began to realize that if he didn't find a way to leave, he might never leave alive. Watching the two beautiful figures slowly disappear, Lin was filled with anxiety, "I must live! I must leave here alive!" The lonely night was filled with a dazzling array of stars, inspiring endless imagination, and the vast universe made one feel utterly insignificant. The line between life and death seemed so real and transparent at that moment.

The Zhao family villa sat in the vast suburbs, surrounded by dark green forests. The ancient castle stood proudly in the wilderness, its grandeur awe-inspiring under the starry night sky.

Lin lay uneasily on the ground, the pain in his mouth deepening. Lin's heart could no longer find peace. What was fate? Why did it play such a heart-wrenching joke on you when you least expected it? Lin refused to let others control him; he refused to give up, he didn't believe in fate, yet he truly had no choice.

The night deepened, and hurried footsteps shattered Lin's brief peace. Xiaoqian had finally returned. She had changed into black leather shorts, and flesh-colored stockings tightly encased her legs in her boots. Xiaoqian now held a leather whip, over nine feet long, a sight that chilled even Lin to the bone. Xiaoqian's expression was icy, a chilling coldness that sent shivers down one's spine. She glared at Lin angrily, then turned and walked to the bedside. With a few practiced presses, the foot of the bed slowly opened, revealing the man trapped inside. He was naked, his hands strapped to either side of the bed, his legs kneeling on something resembling an iron stool. He could kneel on it, but when the bed opened, he was pulled to his feet, though his legs remained firmly bound to the stool, which was welded to the floor, rendering him immobile. What shocked Lin even more was the plastic tube tightly attached to the man's penis, and a thick tube inserted into his anus—for urination and defecation. It seemed the man had been bound to the bed for a long time. The man's back was to Lin, his body covered in wounds, whip marks crisscrossing his back—a horrifying sight. Lin could clearly see the fear emanating from the man's body; his flesh trembled uncontrollably. He knew what was about to happen, but Lin didn't, though she had a guess. Lin looked at Xiaoqian in terror, his lips trembling but unable to utter a word. Xiaoqian completely ignored Lin's presence. She circled the man several times, running the whip across his body. "I'm in a bad mood again today, you know?" Xiaoqian slowly retreated, stopping about three meters away from the man. She flicked the whip a few times, and Lin's heart pounded violently. The man, however, suddenly calmed down, standing motionless.

Xiaoqian suddenly lashed out.

"Crack..." The sound of the whip reverberated in Lin's heart, striking the man's battered body. Blood seeped from the wounds, and after just a few lashes, the man's back was already covered in blood. But Xiaoqian seemed to be just getting into it, whipping the man wildly. "You bastard! You scoundrel! Lianxin, you son of a bitch, if I catch you, I'll skin you alive..." The man trembled in pain, whimpering. This was the most he could do.

Lin was stunned, but she was also relieved that she hadn't angered him; otherwise, she might not be alive today. But what had this man done to deserve this? It seemed the best course of action was to find a way to escape.

Xiaoqian whipped him for over ten minutes, her anger subsiding considerably. The man's body was a gruesome sight. She plopped down in a chair, tossed aside the whip, and glared angrily at Lin. Xiaoqian's icy gaze made Lin feel uneasy, and he guiltily looked away. After a short rest, Xiaoqian suddenly stood up again and kicked and punched the man repeatedly before stopping. Lin had witnessed every move. Xiaoqian was no less formidable than Wan'er; she was someone he couldn't handle. Lin's hope of forcing Xiaoqian to escape was dashed. After this ordeal, the man was nearly exhausted, only able to stand by the rope's pull. His violent tremors had subsided to a weak shudder. Five minutes later, Xiaoqian summoned Wan'er and several other maids. Lin noticed that the maids were all quite young, and while not as beautiful as Xiaoqian and Wan'er, they were still quite attractive. Under Xiaoqian's direction, the maids released the man from the bed and threw him on the ground. Wan'er took out a rope, straddled the man, and pressed her knees hard against his back, tightly binding the rope around his neck and arms. The man's arms were almost touching, and the rope dug deep into his thin body. Actually, the man wasn't short, probably around 180 cm, but now he was as thin as a log. Wan'er then tightly bound the man's legs and feet before getting off him. Lin could tell that Wan'er's binding skills were very professional; he believed that no one would feel comfortable being bound like that.

"Drag him off, you can play with him. Let me know if you can't handle it." The women seemed very happy, like a pack of hungry tigers seeing food; it seemed that the man was beyond saving.

Lin stared in astonishment at the women. "Like master, like servant!" he thought. He watched as the women dragged the weak man by the hair, chattering as they left the house. He could still hear their whispers: "Put him in my room, my room is big..." "No, no, put him in mine first, I haven't washed my feet in days..." "Not washing your feet is nothing, I don't want to masturbate anymore, at least someone will serve you." "Okay!" "Okay!"... Lin finally shed tears. He felt sorrow for the man's misfortune and fear for his own fate. Only Xiaoqian and Wan'er remained in the room. Lin wondered what kind of torture these two devilish women would devise next.

Lin sighed helplessly.

Xiaoqian winked at Wan'er, who smiled and entered Lin's room. Lin closed his eyes and pretended to be dead. Wan'er knelt down and untied the ropes binding Lin, then stood aside. Xiaoqian remained seated, legs crossed, casually sipping her red wine. People say watching women drink is a pleasure, and drinking red wine is also a pleasure. So what kind of pleasure is watching women drink red wine?

Lin didn't know what tricks they were up to, but he felt this was God giving him an opportunity. These two women looked down on him; after all, he was a grown man. But he didn't know this was Xiaoqian's trick. She let her prey feel hope, then crushed it. Like a cat catching a mouse, then releasing it, then catching it again, then releasing it again, exhausting its strength and destroying its confidence before finally devouring it.

Lin didn't make the first move, but Xiaoqian would make him. "Wan'er said she needed to urinate, so use him first.

His mouth might even lick your urine clean after drinking it." "Okay, Miss," Wan'er replied with a smile.

Lin, upon hearing this, thought, "This is outrageous!" He immediately launched a kick at Xiaoqian, thinking that as a young lady, she should be more delicate, at least more delicate than Wan'er, so he chose Xiaoqian. But in reality, he was wrong no matter who he chose; his fate was sealed the moment he arrived at the Zhao family.

Xiaoqian dodged Lin's attack with a swift movement. "Not bad, you've been without food for days and still have so much strength. I've got my eye on you!" Lin punched Xiaoqian in the stomach. He knew what he was facing, so he didn't hold back. His punches were incredibly fast, truly fast. He often fought in the streets, so he knew what kind of punch could bring down an opponent. But this time, it wasn't Xiaoqian who fell, but Lin himself. Just as Lin was about to strike Xiaoqian, her hand somehow grabbed his wrist. Lin had never doubted his abilities, but today he was momentarily stunned. At that moment, he felt a sharp pain in his calf, and then he fell backward to the ground. Immediately afterward, something pressed down on his head, and everything went black. When he tried to resist again, he found that his hands were still tightly held by Xiaoqian, and he couldn't break free. At this moment, he realized that what was pressing down on his head was Wan'er's buttocks. He tried to kick Wan'er off, but Xiaoqian blocked him with her foot. Xiaoqian then quickly sat on top of Lin. Lin struggled a few times with his last bit of strength, but he couldn't stand up. Lin was so weak that he was almost completely exhausted. He hadn't eaten for three days, and facing two such fierce women, he was truly at his wit's end. Wan'er took off her short denim shorts, and Lin saw that she wasn't wearing anything underneath. Wan'er plopped down on Lin's face, her genitals directly against his mouth. Lin tried to shake his head, but Wan'er held him down firmly, rendering him immobile. Lin had no strength left to struggle, breathing heavily with the pungent smell of Wan'er's genitals in his mouth.

His nose was flattened from being sat on, and he could only gasp for air. A stream of hot urine shot into Lin's throat, and just as he closed his mouth, Wan'er forced it open again. Wan'er urinated a large amount into Lin's mouth, then clamped Lin's head between her legs and used his mouth to wipe the urine that had flowed from her genitals clean.

"Wan'er's pee tastes good, right? There's a lot more to come, and you'll have to get used to eating pee and poop from now on, hehe." Wan'er and Xiaoqian laughed happily. Lin lay limply beneath the women, knowing he had no chance left. Desperate tears streamed down his face. He knew his limited life would be a living hell, and he gave in.

After Xiaoqian and Wan'er finished relieving themselves in Lin's mouth, they bound him tightly. They took off all their socks and stuffed them into Lin's mouth, then sealed it with tape. They put their soaked underwear over Lin's head, up to his nose, so he could fully smell their genitals and remember them.

Satisfied, they lay comfortably on the bed. Lin slumped on the cold carpet, listening to them recount the pleasurable times they had spent torturing men in the past, and how they would torture him in the future. Lin's heart turned as cold as an ice cave.

He slowly closed his eyes.

Lin was in despair. He heard a melodious voice beside him—two witches chattering about their fate. A chill ran down his spine… “They say dying under the flowers is a romantic death, but I, Lin, have lived a life of romance, and this is how I’ve ended up. No, I must escape, I must… Ah!!” Before he could finish, Lin felt his hair being yanked. “I wonder how they’re doing. Let’s go see, and we’ll take you along, so you’re mentally prepared, darling.” It was Qian’er who pulled his hair. “Hehehe, Xiaoya and the others haven’t had their fun in a long time. Your tongue slave is going to have a hard time this time,” Wan’er said with a laugh, glancing at Lin, who now dared not look at her. “Oh dear, which stinky man doesn’t stare at me? You’re the first one who doesn’t look at me! But don’t worry, you’ll see my…down there often in the future. You won’t be able to resist looking, hahaha,” Wan’er said, patting Lin’s head and giggling.

Lin, still breathless from Wan'er's "holy water" earlier, was dragged out by the two girls like a drowning man. Although he pretended not to move, his hearing was still sharp; he was being pulled to another room, where he could faintly hear girls' laughter and a man's heavy breathing. "Looks like they're having a lot of fun, that's good," Qian'er said with a smile. "What if they die?" Wan'er asked worriedly. "Don't worry, there's another one, right, baby? We'll get along well, hehe," Qian'er's melodious voice, like an angel's, seemed to have a magical power, slowly eroding Lin's mental defenses. Regardless of the words, that was exactly what Qian'er intended. If Lin had any thoughts of escaping before, he was now almost completely broken.

"No matter what it is later, I absolutely mustn't look, I absolutely mustn't open my eyes," Lin thought to himself. Two girls pushed open the door and pulled Lin by the hair as they went inside. Lin couldn't help but steal a glance, and he saw a sight he had never seen before in his life: a man, to be precise, a bamboo pole that had been forcibly filled with semen, holy water, and gold for the past six months, was bound like a rice dumpling, his head pulled up by a rope. An angelic girl was tightly clamping his head between her long legs, occasionally rubbing her legs against her prey trapped between them. The prey, due to extreme lack of oxygen, kept groaning and begging the girl to loosen her grip so he could breathe, but the girl seemed completely indifferent to the prey's life or death. The angelic girl lay comfortably on the soft Simmons mattress, her expression one of great enjoyment from the oral service she was receiving. "Ah, ah, yes, harder, a little deeper, baby, that's right," the girl murmured in ecstasy. No one would have imagined that this angel was satisfying herself in this way. Several girls nearby were staring greedily at her. One of them was even pressing a cucumber against her private parts, clearly impatient. "Mulan, are you done yet? Hurry up, it's my turn!" "Sister Lan, I'm soaking wet down there, hurry up, Sister Lan!" "Ah, wait a little longer, it's been so long since I've enjoyed this, just a little longer, ah, ah." Lin, who hadn't intended to watch at first, now had her eyes wide open. "Am I destined for this? No, I don't want to," Lin thought, her body starting to tremble. Wan'er seemed to notice this, leaning down to whisper in Lin's ear, "Don't rush, this is still mild, baby. But don't worry, you belong only to your master. But be careful, your master is very difficult to please." Lin felt a chill run down her spine. "Looks like everyone's getting impatient, huh? Good, baby, come and see for yourself, isn't it interesting? Hehe," Qian'er said with a laugh.

By evening, Lin had completely taken over the role of the prey. Now he was kneeling inside the mechanism of Qian'er's bed, a container less than one square meter in size and less than half a meter high. His hands and feet were welded shut with steel chains, his mouth stuffed with Qian'er's worn underwear and sanitary napkin, and his mouth tightly bound with Qian'er's stockings. Lin's eyes weren't blindfolded; Qian'er deliberately wanted Lin to remember the appearance of her private parts. She wasn't there now; perhaps she was enjoying a lavish banquet at a five-star hotel, or perhaps enjoying a normal upper-class life at a top-tier club. But these weren't what Lin was thinking. The scene from the afternoon... Scenes replayed in Lin's mind: "Several beautiful girls fully exploited the poor man's tongue, torturing him until he was on the verge of death. Then, Mulan suggested forcibly stuffing all their underwear into the man's mouth and making him swallow it. Before the execution, a girl named Xiaoya seemed unsatisfied, pressing her plump, white buttocks against the man's face and rubbing his nose until he climaxed. The man's last breaths were filled with the girl's vaginal fluid. Finally, they transformed the man into a lifelong toilet, stuffing him into a specially made toilet and permanently welding him shut. Just as the girls were arguing about who should go to the toilet first, Lin was pulled out by Qian'er. 'It seems that man won't survive tonight.' Qian'er told him before she left that she would slowly use him, which filled him with even more fear. He was afraid that his fate would end up like that man's, being played by Qian'er for half a year before finally falling into the hands of those witches. 'Truly walking into the tiger's den. I should have known better than to be a thief.' Lin regretted it, but what good was regret?" He stared intently at the door, terrified it would open—though it was only a matter of time… He didn't know how much time had passed, but Lin, numb from being bound, vaguely heard the sound of the door opening and closing. A soft, sweet female voice came, “Baby, you've been waiting impatiently, haven't you? Come on, it's feeding time.” Lin's heart sank. He continued to pretend to be asleep—of course, he knew what “feeding” meant. “Baby seems to be naughty. I'll count to two, and if you keep pretending to be dead, I'll make sure you never wake up again, hehehe, 1.” Lin quickly opened his eyes, his mouth tightly gagged by Qian'er's underwear, only able to make two “humming” sounds in response. “Looks like baby is very good. Come on, I'll untie you, but we agreed you can't make a sound, okay? If you resist or make a sound, I'll take it as you still want to eat, understand?” Lin looked up and met Qian'er's eyes: Good

heavens, he'd never seen such a stunning beauty from this angle before… Qian'er's innocent face held a gentle smile as she looked at Lin. "Baby, you're so horny. Showing you down there is enough. Looks like you're hopeless." With that, she removed her stockings and blindfolded Lin. "This way you won't look around. The last one was the same way. I'll never untie them. From now on, you just need to do what I say. Your eyes are useless to you now. Now, open your mouth!" Qian'er's voice changed from gentle to coquettish. Lin immediately opened his mouth, his nose catching the distinctive stench of a woman's genitals. Qian'er didn't want to immediately clamp her prey's head with her genitals like other girls; she wanted to slowly, slowly let Lin remember the scent of her genitals.

Lin's face could already feel Qian'er's pubic hair. The smell grew stronger, and Lin gradually felt nauseous, but he tried his best to hold it in: he dared not imagine the consequences of offending this little devil. Finally, Qian'er's soft lower body pressed completely against Lin's mouth: "Lick, this is your only food for the rest of your life. How much you can eat depends on how hard your tongue works. Come on," Qian'er said with a smile, rubbing her nose. At this moment, Lin really wanted to strangle this little devil. "What! Am I only able to survive here by eating this woman's bodily fluids?" How could this be?! How did the last person survive until now?! Lin thought. "Looks like you don't want to lick, right, baby? Ah, ah, yes, that's it." Before Qian'er could finish speaking, Lin immediately used his tongue to vigorously stir the soft flesh of Qian'er's lower body. Qian'er's lower body was smelly and fishy, with a faint smell of urine. "Are all beautiful women's lower bodies this disgusting?" After licking for a short time, Lin began to feel nauseous, but his remaining will to survive told him that he had to persevere and had to make this devil lower her guard so that he would have a chance to escape. Lin's tongue stirred even more forcefully, first slowly circling the petals with his tongue, and then penetrating deep into the flower core. Lin's climaxing tongue skills ignited Qian'er's desire, causing her to pant heavily. Her legs involuntarily tightened around Lin's head, while her hands rubbed her breasts. "Good, baby, that's it! I feel so much water coming out, go in a little more, faster!" While the person on the bed was enjoying themselves, the person off the bed was anything but. Lin, who had been kneeling for over ten hours with his body bound, was completely numb. His only remaining movement, his head, was now tightly gripped by Qian'er's slender legs. The overflowing fluids from Qian'er's body smeared Lin's face, and more kept spilling out. Finally, Qian'er's dam burst, and milky-white fluids gushed from her flower core like a flood, pressing tightly against Lin's mouth. Most of the fluids flowed into Lin's throat. Lin had no choice but to swallow this unpalatable substance in large gulps; he had no choice but to.

Fully satisfied, Qian'er lay on the bed like a kitten, her beautiful breasts heaving. She was surprised by Lin's performance; it was much better than the last one. Because of Lin's earlier performance, Qian'er planned to make even more use of him. Thinking this, a mischievous smile appeared on Qian'er's beautiful face. "Baby, are you finished? Was it good?

" "Waaah," Lin dared not speak.

"Good job, baby. Now I'm giving you a new task: continue using your tongue to lick my flower, but now lick slowly and gently because I'm going to sleep." "Waaah!" "Hehe, baby is so good. If you stop while I'm asleep, I'll make you wish you were dead, you know?" "Waaah!" Lin's tongue was already numb. Upon hearing Qian'er's words... his mental defenses collapsed... Such a petite beauty, yet her heart was like a venomous snake. Any pleas or cajoling were useless. Watching Lin, who could only move his head, struggle, Qian'er smiled and stroked her prey's chin, continuing, "Before I go to sleep, I want you to know some things. Maybe you'll think this is kidnapping, and I won't deny it, hehe. As for your predecessor, he wasn't a good person either. He tried to violate Mulan, and of course I couldn't ignore it. I don't intend to let you face legal punishment. I have my own ways of dealing with people like you. You're already the fifth one. Every time a new prey arrives, it means the old one is no longer useful. Your remaining life will only bring me joy. If you can hold out until your successor... hehe." Then you can continue serving my servants, but they don't cherish toys like I do. Hehe, I'll take you to see them again tomorrow. If you're lucky, your predecessor might survive tonight. Hehehe, okay, baby, you'd better serve me obediently. Zeng Jing smiled and lay comfortably on the soft, high-end Simmons mattress, her legs naturally clamping Lin's head... All night, Lin mechanically pressed against Zeng Jing's vulva, hearing the soft moans unique to young girls in his ears. He thought this was a signal that Lin was aroused, but now it was completely different... In the eyes of outsiders, Zeng Jing was just a pretty, ordinary girl, so she had to live a normal life outside. During the day, Zeng... Jing was going out, and as usual, she stuffed her prey's mouth with her underwear and then sealed it with stockings.

She pressed a button to lock the prey under the bed, waiting for her return… Zeng Jing would never give these prey a single drop of food or water. Besides preventing escape, she ensured these prisoners had absolutely no need to move any part of their bodies—except their tongues. Therefore, prisoners in this prolonged immobility often suffered muscle atrophy, becoming deformed. Lin, locked under the bed, could no longer feel his body. The cold shackles and locks were completely embedded in his muscles. He cried, silently weeping. He regretted it, regretted becoming a thief, regretted choosing the wrong target. Escape was impossible under these circumstances, and Zeng Jing told him that if he made even the slightest sound without permission, he would be severely punished. This quirky little girl had a lot of terrifying ideas. Lin hoped this was just a dream… hoped to wake up soon… He didn't know how long he cried, but Lin felt himself slowly rising. The blindfold was removed, and Zeng Jing's lovely face was still before him. "Hey, I only let you go this time because I promised to take you to see your senior. His condition isn't good, so you'd better be prepared. If you don't satisfy me, I'll make you suffer the same fate, you hear me!" Lin nodded hastily. "That's a good boy. Come on, I'll take you to see him. This is the last time you'll see him, hehe." After saying that, Zeng Jing had Wan'er remove the shackles as before, but reinforced Lin's rope with an extra one. Then she dragged Lin to the servants' room… Lin was once again placed under the bed, with only his head sticking out. But this time, Lin was filled with terror: Mulan and her companions had completely transformed the man into a human toilet. His hands and feet were sewn together, placed in a trough, and filled with cement. All his teeth were knocked out, and his tongue was cut off. His mouth was permanently enlarged into an "O" shape with chemical glue, his eyes were sealed with glue, his nose was plugged with glue, and his ears were smashed with firecrackers. Zeng Jing told him that this was a permanent human toilet invented by Mulan. While alive, he would swallow female excrement, and even after death, a tube would be inserted into his body, connecting him directly to the sewer, making his body part of the excrement conduit.

Hearing these horrifying words, Lin completely abandoned any thought of resistance. Now, he had only one thought: he absolutely could not fall into Mulan's hands, or he would die a horrible death… Day after day, Lin had completely abandoned his identity as a human being. His body was permanently immobilized, unable to move an inch. His mind was completely devoid of thought. His stomach was ulcerated from prolonged consumption of female excrement; he could only receive various kinds of excrement from Qian'er's body: feces, urine, menstrual blood, phlegm, and vaginal fluid. The only thing he could perceive was Qian'er's daily command to lick. Lin had now completely become a machine for bringing pleasure to women. But even if Lin wanted to remain a machine forever, Qian'er had no such intention. Qian'er was a fickle girl who preferred novelty to the old. She liked men with a rebellious spirit, the stronger the rebellion, the better. She found Lin to be no different from a machine, so she decided to "upgrade." Another night, Lin was brought up. Just as Lin was about to accept Qian'er's orders and begin his work, he didn't see the familiar Qian'er's vagina, but a strong man covered in wounds, tightly bound. Beside him were a smiling Qian'er and a sweaty Wan'er. At this moment, Zeng Jing, like a mischievous child, laughed and jumped, saying to Wan'er, "Wan'er, thank you so much! You've been a great help this time, even managing to catch such a 'good-for-nothing.' Looks like I can enjoy myself for a while, haha." Wan'er respectfully replied, "Miss, this one is definitely your favorite type. Miss's happiness is my happiness."

"Well, my good sisters, Mulan, Xiaoya, come in." Lin, who had been silent until now, suddenly snapped back to reality upon hearing the name "Mulan." He saw Mulan, Xiaoya, and the others laughing and entering Qian'er's room. Lin, now practically a machine, felt his heart tremble violently once more. Watching her newly captured prey struggle fiercely on the floor, Qian'er laughed even harder. She kicked her prey and, rubbing her nose with a smile, said, "This is a new gift from Sister Wan'er. How about it? You can have the old one; I'm already tired of it." At this moment, a pretty girl clapped her hands excitedly and laughed, "Sister Qian'er, you're so kind! We've been wanting to replace that toilet for a while now; it's already dried out! Haha, a new toilet again!" "Xiaoling, don't rush, let us play with it first!" "Yes, yes, looks like we don't have to masturbate anymore, haha..." Lin's heart was bleeding... because he knew what fate awaited him. Inside Qian'er's room, the unyielding new prey continued to struggle, and Qian'er grew increasingly happy. In another room, a new permanent toilet was gradually being completed...

[The End]

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