The building was quiet after get off work.

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A light , misty drizzle began to fall on the streets at dusk.

Lun gripped the steering wheel, the radio crackling with the rapid-fire chatter of a talk show host.

The rain caused traffic to move slowly, sometimes stopping, sometimes starting. The hazy air obscured the traffic lights, forcing Lun to carefully avoid colliding with motorcycles weaving through the gaps.

It seemed to be a red light; three crimson lights illuminated the rear of the SUV ahead, and Lun slammed on the brakes.
The tall vehicle came to a slow stop, the sweltering air puffing white smoke from the air conditioner.

Lun shifted into park, letting his tired right leg rest.

He habitually glanced left and right, then casually picked up a cigarette from the dashboard and lit it. The glow of the burning tobacco reflected his face on the window, and the woman in the back seat of the taxi next to him seemed drawn by the light, glancing up at Lun.

In the late summer evening, a layer of white mist condensed on the taxi window.

The woman held a small book in her hand; judging from the color blocks on the cover, it vaguely resembled a novel by Miyabe Miyuki. The taxi , like

a train, slowly began to move forward. The woman's face, half-hidden by the book, shifted from profile to back view as she read. Lun

liked her sideburns and black-rimmed glasses. Lun pressed the accelerator, abruptly turning the steering wheel to the left , cutting into the left lane. ********** ... Whether it was the strap of her purse or something else that caught on the car door, the woman crouched down as if to pick something up. Her long, straight hair suddenly cascaded down, obscuring her neck, chest, and half her face. Lun quickly dodged the taxi with its hazard lights flashing and pulled into the parking space ahead. The headlights of oncoming cars shone on the taxi door, casting long shadows of the woman's high heels onto the wet asphalt. Lun grabbed the package from the passenger seat, jumped out of the car, and ran into the office building lobby. The rain intensified. ********************************************************************************** The woman exited the elevator on the 10th floor. Lun came out from the 13th floor and casually turned left towards the direction of the lights. "Mr. Lin Zhicheng's package." "Sorry, we don't have that person here!" replied the woman behind the reception desk, who was tidying up to leave work. "Oh?" Lun pretended to pick up his phone, muttering to himself for a while. "Excuse me, is this 313-3, 13th floor?" "That's the building next door, you've gone to the wrong place." "Sorry, thank you." Lun left the office and turned to walk towards the fire escape. Lun pushed open the fire door and walked up the escape stairs to the 10th floor. There were still shadowy figures moving in the office on the left. ********************************************************************************** The person slowly left the office, and the lights in the space behind the glass door gradually went out, until finally only the spotlight on the counter at the entrance remained. The figure moved out of the glass door, looking down and rummaging through a purse for identification or keys. It was her... The woman felt a sudden darkness before she lost consciousness. ************************************************************************** The first impression the woman had when she came to her senses was a pungent smell of cigarettes. The woman's nose, allergic to cigarette smoke, made her want to cough, but the large object stuffed in her mouth prevented her from doing so. "You're awake, Miss Chen?" a deep male voice came from somewhere. "By the way, should I call you Wanfen or Tracy?" Tracy opened her eyes; all around her was darkness. Tracy tried to struggle, but found her hands bound above her head, her legs fixed at the ankles and stretched wide to the sides. Tracy twisted her wrists and body, trying desperately to kick her legs. She didn't move… The woman's nostrils flared with agitation, tears streaming down her face. She gasped for breath, gasped, shouted, screamed, but only heard her own sobs. She twisted, twisted, twisted, feeling her sweat trickle down her chin, neck, and collarbone, slowly seeping into her bra. The woman didn't give up the opportunity and continued to strive... (II) Tick-tock... Tracy was tired, her sweater soaked through. Tracy's hands and feet were sore and numb, and her mascara, dissolved by tears, was almost obscuring her eyes. Tracy was tired, and stopped resisting and struggling... After no longer struggling in vain, Tracy saw more things in the room and heard more things. The clock in the distance ticked away, then suddenly chimed. Tracy suddenly realized that she was in the boss's office, and behind her was the sofa in the room. Occasionally, car lights flashed across the ceiling, pointing down to the street. Ding-ding-ding... It was eight o'clock. The building manager would go home and lock the gate after eight o'clock, and after that, except for the occasional person using a chip card to enter or leave the building, every company in the entire building would be asleep. Tracy couldn't imagine what would happen to her next. ********** ... Tracy first felt a stinging pain in her cheeks, then realized that saliva had already soaked her chest. The man helped Tracy wipe the saliva off her face and body, and poured her a glass of water. Only then did Tracy realize that because she had been keeping her mouth open the whole time, her throat was so dry that she couldn't make a sound.

"You can only speak when I tell you to, or I'll punish you," the man commanded.
"Are you going to rape me?" Tracy asked, trembling.

"Beep! You've broken the rule!" Tracy suddenly felt a powerful electric current surge through her body, arching her back like a shrimp before she fell back down.

The current caused tears and snot to gush out of Tracy's eyes and nose like a fountain, accompanied by screams.

"You can only answer when I ask you questions, and only when I ask you," the man's voice held a hint of pleasure. "Otherwise, next time I'll punish you even more severely, understand?"

"Understood," Tracy replied like a mosquito's buzz.

"What's your Chinese name?"

"Chen Wanfen." "

And your English name?"

"Tracy."

"How old are you?"

"25."

"And your height and weight?"

Tracy looked at the man beside her, confused.

"Answer quickly, or I'll punish you," the man in the darkness seemed to be smiling.

"163, 50."

"What are your measurements?"

"Huh? This…" Tracy felt the man's stun gun pressed against her waist again.

"34, 25, 35, I guess."

"What do you mean by 'I guess'? Do you want to be punished?"

"I haven't measured myself in a long time…" Tracy explained hastily.

"What cup size?"

"D…"

"Do you have a boyfriend?"

"No."

"Have you ever had a boyfriend before?"

"Yes."

"How many?"

"Two."

"Do you have any sexual experience?"

"Huh?" Tracy hesitated for a moment.

This time, the current didn't enter from her waist, but from between her toes.

The current started between Tracy's toes and traveled upwards, through her spine, through her neck, and to the top of her head.

Tracy lost control of her bladder. Urine slowly flowed from between her thighs, and the air was filled with the smell of ammonia.

The woman sobbed.

"Have you had any sexual experience?"

"Yes..."

"How many times?"

"I forgot." Fear flashed in the woman's eyes. "I really forgot, please don't punish me."

"When was the last time?" "

About a year ago."

"What positions do you like?"

"I don't know..." Tracy answered timidly.

"Front? Back? Or with you on top?" The man's figure gradually approached Tracy.

"I've only been front, I'm afraid to be behind..." The woman's voice grew softer and softer.

"Then where on your body are you most sensitive?" The man's face was already close to Tracy's ear.

"I...I don't know..." The woman's voice grew softer and softer... softer and softer...

(III)

Tracy hoped that all of this was just a nightmare.

The man didn't seem to be in a hurry to enter her body. The man started by licking and biting Tracy's ear, patiently stimulating her delicate ear again and again.

Sometimes he bit it, sometimes he teased Tracy's earring with his tongue. Tracy felt the blood rush to her head, making her ears burn.

The man's tongue licked along her temples and neck, gently scraping her skin with his teeth.
He rubbed his stubble against her collarbone.

Contrary to Tracy's expectations, the man skipped over everything covered by her clothing, burying his head between her thighs.

He avoided her underwear, persistently licking the inside of her thighs.

Tracy sobbed, and the man's tongue made her thighs tense to the point of cramping.

His tongue moved from the front of her knees to the back, then down her shin to her ankles.

He delicately played with Tracy's ankles, which were wrapped in sandal straps, causing her toes to curl involuntarily.

He slowly took each of Tracy's carefully painted toenails into his mouth.

"Please, no..." Tracy pleaded like a mosquito.

"I didn't ask you, and you spoke up yourself. You deserve punishment."

Tracy wanted to scream but held back, a sharp, bright pain shooting through the area where the man had ripped off her pubic hair.

"Don't what?" the man asked.

Tracy didn't speak again, only shaking her head and weeping.

The man's arms encircled Tracy's waist, lifting her up.

Tracy felt a chill on her waist, as if the man had pressed something metallic against her skin, followed by a "smack-smack" sound.

"Such a pretty thong," the man said, holding his prize against Tracy's face. "Too bad the smell is a bit strong."

Tracy turned her head to try and get away, but the man held her chin, preventing her from moving.

The man's figure disappeared from her sight again, and Tracy felt a warm breeze blowing over her genitals.
The man must have been blowing on her... Tracy closed her eyes, praying that it would all be over soon.
Tracy felt the man's tongue brush against her clitoris, while his fingers parted her labia.
The man skillfully used both his tongue and mouth, playing with her from the opening of her labia majora down to her clitoris, vaginal opening, and anus.
A strong sense of nausea and disgust welled up inside her, and Tracy couldn't control the convulsions of her muscles.
Suddenly, her vaginal opening was stretched open, and Tracy's heart skipped a beat.

"Finally..." Tracy thought...

but things didn't go as Tracy expected. There was a slight pain as her long-untouched vagina opened, but the feeling of penetration wasn't the fullness she felt when her boyfriend entered her before; it was more like the feeling of using a tampon.

A strong vibration came from deep within her, and the intense stimulation of her cervix made Tracy's eyes roll back.

Tracy dared not ask. The intense, periodic vibrations felt like a million ants gnawing at her bones, and the tears she had finally managed to stop were violently reopened.

Tracy gasped for breath. Tracy took deep breaths.

Tracy closed her eyes and shook her head violently. Tracy's face was contorted.

Tracy didn't know how long her limbs had been tense; she only felt that every muscle in her body was about to cramp.

She lost all sense of time... she lost all sense of space... Tracy vaguely felt her muscles relax, and the vibrations in her vagina echoed in her ears like thunder.

She didn't know how much time had passed... She was tired... She didn't want to resist anymore...

Tracy suddenly found herself floating in mid-air... Looking at herself, bound to the sofa in an inverted T-shape... like a rag doll... "

Do you want me to fuck you?" A gentle voice sounded in her ear, pulling Tracy back to reality.

"Do you want me to fuck you ?" the man

asked again. "Yes..." Tracy answered reflexively. The next second, Tracy felt endless doubt and fear at the fact that she had answered that word without thinking at all . ********** ... The woman scrambled to Lun's feet, and Lun grabbed her waist, lifting her onto his lap. She didn't resist, obediently straddling him. She dared not look Lun in the eye; her long, dark hair fell down, obscuring her downcast face. Lun rolled up her skirt, one hand reaching around her buttocks, and slowly withdrew the vibrator. As the vibrator left her vagina, the woman's muscles tensed, and she made a clicking sound. "Sit on top yourself, count to three hundred and I'll let you go," Lun said, brushing her hair behind her back and supporting her waist. The woman looked up at Lun, her eyes filled with exhaustion and resentment. "Sit on top yourself, count to three hundred and I'll let you go." ********** ... With her hands bound behind her back, Tracy could only barely maintain her balance by relying on the man's hands supporting her waist. "Ah..." Tracy felt her clitoris hit something hard, and slowly moved her waist, trying to align it with her vaginal opening. After several attempts, Tracy finally managed to wed the hard object at her vaginal opening. Tracy tried to slowly lower her body, feeling her lower body slowly being stretched and swollen. The man seemed endless; no matter how much Tracy lowered her body, she couldn't reach the end. Suddenly, Tracy felt her body being lifted up, and the man's waist suddenly straightened. Tracy felt her legs go weak, and she lost her support, falling onto the man. The hard object, like a huge wooden stake, surged into the deepest part of Tracy's body as she fell. Every muscle tightened, every pore opened, and Tracy felt as if her entire lower abdomen had been pierced; it was as if the man had shoved a breath into her stomach. Tracy wanted to scream, but only a clattering sound came out. Tracy felt her toes curl, her toenails scraping against the leather of her sandals. Tracy felt her hands clench, her long toenails digging into her palms. Tracy felt all the secrets of her body being filled by the man. Tracy arched her neck , panting heavily… panting heavily… **************** ... The woman still didn't move... Lun unhooked the woman's bra, and her pear-shaped, full breasts suddenly popped out. "Aren't you going to start moving? If you don't move, I'll punish you!" (IV) "Please...please...have mercy on me..." After the third or fourth time, the woman cried and collapsed onto Lun. The scent of jasmine in her hair wafted into Lun's nostrils, almost making him want to pity her. "You've only counted to two hundred and fourteen...there are still eighty-six more." "I really can't take it anymore..." The woman cried, tears and snot streaming down her face, burying her head in Lun's chest, desperately trying to beg for mercy. "Then it's my turn." The woman still didn't lift her head, nodding frantically in Lun's chest. "Then I'll punish you for not exercising properly to build up your strength." Lun flipped the woman over and placed her on the sofa. The woman didn't struggle at all, obediently lying on the sofa. "I'll punish you with eighty-six strokes first." Lun took out something and smeared it on his huge penis. ********** ... The man's enormous penis thrust in and out, and Tracy felt as if her body was being torn in two... The man's enormous penis thrust in and out, and Tracy felt her uterus contracting repeatedly... Tracy felt a strong surge of heat flowing through her lower abdomen, sometimes to her bladder, sometimes to her uterus, sometimes rushing down her legs to her toes, and sometimes rushing back to her abdomen. The man's thrusting was like a giant pump, slowly draining Tracy of all her remaining sanity. Tracy couldn't control her throat; she felt as if she were screaming, or perhaps moaning . Tracy felt her lower body dissolving, as if she had lost control of her bladder once again. ********** ... The woman's anus offered no resistance, simply clenching in rhythm with the numbers.

The woman's hands, bound by duct tape, gripped Lun's wrists, her taro-colored nail polish intertwined tightly.
"Two hundred and ninety-nine...three hundred..." With the woman's weak voice, Lun stopped.

Lun stopped moving, but the woman's body couldn't stop writhing.

Lun felt his penis swirling inside her, circling.

Strong spasms emanated from her skin. The woman

's body stopped writhing, only soft sobs emanated. Lun turned the woman over, facing her.

He lifted her bound hands, the tape hissing crisply as he untied it.

Lun's hands grasped her freed hands, slowly loosening her stiff joints.

Lun held the woman in his arms, slowly penetrating her…

no wild thrusting, only gentle circular motions of his hips.

The woman's legs automatically wrapped around Lun's waist.

The woman rested her head on Lun's shoulder, rubbing against his neck.

The woman hugged him tighter, her sharp nails lightly tracing Lun's back.

The woman's moans turned into cries, and then back into moans.

Lun hoisted the woman's legs onto his shoulders, her white high-heeled sandals swinging weakly.

The woman's nails dug into Lun's arms before releasing them…

In the darkness, their Y-shaped figures finally overlapped.

(V)

The light turned red, and Lun slowly stepped on the brakes.

A motorcycle swiftly glided through the gap on the right and stopped ahead. A woman wearing a cream-colored knit top, the dark bra straps faintly visible beneath the fibers.

"It's time for song requests…" came the familiar voice of the radio host.

"Tracy from Taipei is requesting a song for that handsome guy from that rainy night. Tracy says that although it was only a short one-night encounter, she really wants to see him again, the unknown handsome guy. Tracy says you have her phone number and address, please contact her quickly…"

The traffic started moving again…
[The End]

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