[My Wife's Shameful Rape: A New Beginning for Han Ling] [Author: art_dino]

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The sea is the same, but here it's bluer.
The wind is the same, but here it's gentler.
They say no matter where you go, home is always the best. I used to agree with that. But now, I don't think so anymore
.
My home? Only a house remains. It's lifeless.
My hometown? All I can think of when I close my eyes is shame and humiliation. It's painful.
I open my diary. For years I've kept a diary, but for a year I haven't recorded
anything . I bought this diary the day after I arrived in Melbourne, but I haven't written a single
word in it for a year. I love writing in my diary, but for a considerable period, those devils used it to force me to record
my humiliating daily life.
Every day I would sit naked, straddling various penises, reading aloud my diary entries, filled with my
feelings of being manipulated by them—they had to be real! I couldn't conform, I couldn't be fake, if they felt my writing
wasn't genuine. What awaited me was the most humiliating punishment.
If they felt my reading wasn't fluent enough or emotional enough, I would still be punished.
If I didn't reach the specified number of orgasms while reading, punishment!
If I orgasmed on my own while reading, punishment!
If I leaked urine while reading, punishment!
Incontinence, punishment!
Groaning, punishment!
Trembling, punishment!
My vagina didn't contract when they asked it to, punishment!
My vagina contracted on its own when they told it not to, punishment!
Endless punishment under harsh sexual abuse…
and the reward I received after enduring all the humiliation
was .
The best reward was an orgasm without any conditions.
Discipline and punishment, and all kinds of humiliation that could drive me to a mental breakdown. These once became
the main theme of my daily life. Although I kept trying to fight and strive for freedom, I
never thought that I would ever be able to live a normal life again.
I opened this diary and wrote "Han Ling's New Life" on the title page.
Then I turned to the first page and wrote the date, weather, and my mood.
Afterwards, I wrote the first line of my diary with the Parker pen she gave me: "I think I'm falling in love again~"
"Oh~ Starting to write in your diary?" A nimble voice accompanied this, and a cup of milk tea was pushed in front of me. I
quickly closed the diary, my face burning.
Her name was Angie, and she was leaning against the balcony railing, looking at me with a mischievous tilt of her head. I pressed the closed
diary firmly onto the small table, looking at her with some nervousness.
"Are you thinking about him? Want to know how he's doing now? How about I help you find him? It's easy~"
The tall Angie smiled at me. A year ago, after leaving my ex-husband Shang Long a divorce agreement, my mother and I
came to Australia with Angie.
"No. I don't want to know," I said calmly.
"Then what are you writing?" Angie asked, leaning closer. I hugged the diary to my chest. "Mind your own business!
I'm not showing you!" I said, standing up and running into the house.
"Milk tea!" Angie called from the balcony!
"You drink it yourself!" I said, clutching my diary, my secret. I quickly returned to my room,
carefully hiding it in the drawer by my bedside. I closed the drawer and lay down on the soft bed, letting the gentle breeze blowing in through the window
caress my body.
At that moment, even I couldn't believe that everything that had happened was real, or just a dream…
I was sleepy, but I dared not sleep. In the year I'd been in Melbourne, I'd slept very little each day. I was terrified that
when I woke up, all this beauty would just be a dream.
Before that winter break of my sophomore year, my life was like a fairy tale: loving parents,
a childhood sweetheart. Shanglong and I had been best friends from elementary to high school, and after graduating high school, we became
lovers. Actually, since high school, I'd firmly believed we would end up together. So when he
stood before me, bewildered, holding flowers, stammering and unsure how to begin his proposal, I snatched
the flowers from his hand, hugged him, and said I did.
I thought the sweetness of love would nourish my whole life. I thought we'd get married after graduation, and I thought I'd have a baby with Shanglong a year after our marriage
.
I imagined what my wedding day would be like, offering my virginity to the man who loved me…
I
imagined…
I was thinking too much back then, but reality took a sharp turn in my life.
All my happiness came to an abrupt end during that winter break of my sophomore year, during a winter break activity organized by the student union, in
the bungalow in the rural area where we were teaching, on that huge earthen bed! I still remember
the pain of my anus being penetrated for the first time, the tears streaming down my face as I begged those five senior students not to gang rape me, tears
that still seem to be wet on my face.
I thought it was just a painful experience, but I didn't expect it to be just the beginning of a nightmare… Under the condition that they
promised not to deflower me, under various shameful videos and photos, I began my life of discipline.
When I could no longer bear the humiliation and finally decided to stop compromising with these demons, Wu Peng's appearance dragged me into an abyss of
no return .
"Going to buy groceries?" The bedroom door was suddenly pushed open, and Angie rushed in and jumped onto my bed,
squatting down next to me and saying. This immediately pulled me back to reality from my memories.
"You scared me to death!" I slapped her and pouted.
"Today is the one-year anniversary of your rebirth. Come on, let's go buy some groceries. We'll
celebrate properly today. I'll cook myself! Are you drooling yet?..." Angie was in particularly
high spirits, and I have to admit, her cooking skills are truly amazing.
But who would have thought that such a sunny, happy, and beautiful girl, just a few years ago, was living a humiliating
life, being shamed by her boyfriend, being disciplined by the most important person in her life, and even the person who performed the physical modifications on her
was the same old man who inserted beads into my body. She told me that she used to be living a life worse than death, and even suffered from
severe depression, to the point of self-harm and even suicide.
Angie told me all this herself when she was comforting me. It's really hard to imagine that the optimistic and
cheerful Angie now would have such a dark memory.
Wearing the clothes Angie picked out for me, we drove to Aldi. Angie pushed the shopping cart, asking me
every now and then if I wanted to eat this or that. Looking at this lively girl, I felt like I was
seeing an angel, an angel who saved me from hell. She seemed to radiate a pure and dazzling light, illuminating my
dark and desperate life. Angie, thank you…
I watched Angie picking out groceries with my hands in my pockets, and then I felt a soft wad of fabric in my hand. I took it out
and looked at it, wondering what I had put in my pocket. Unfolding it, I saw a silk scarf, and my heart skipped
a .
This was the silk scarf I had brought from home, tucked in my luggage. It was the first Valentine's Day gift Shanglong
gave me after we confirmed our relationship. How did it end up in this pocket? It was originally a
very meaningful gift, but later it became a tool for Wu Peng to humiliate me.
I remember once, I went on a date with Shanglong, and I specifically brought the silk scarf he gave me. After returning to school,
before I even got back to my dorm, Wu Peng, who was waiting downstairs, called me away. In the school's small woods, he roughly
ejaculated into my anus.
He then ripped off my silk scarf to wipe his penis.
I instinctively tried to grab it back, which piqued Wu Peng's interest. He often used my clothes to wipe his penis, and I
had never reacted so strongly before. Under his interrogation, I revealed the significance of the silk scarf to me.
From then on, he was obsessed with using this scarf to humiliate me. He wouldn't allow me to wash it, and I rarely
wore it , unless I misbehaved and was punished by Wu Peng.
For a long time afterward, this silk scarf was always placed in my underwear. It was from this time that
Wu Peng began his perverse training of my physiological functions—specifically, the self-control of urination and orgasm. Every
time I met Wu Peng, he would ask me to give him a silk scarf. If the amount of water I wrung out exceeded half a paper cup,
then I had to bring that scarf with me on my next date with Shang Long. He didn't care where I wore it.
Wu Peng would give me various aphrodisiacs daily to arouse me, and he wouldn't allow me to urinate in the toilet for extended periods.
When he fucked my anus, he would cover my genitals with the silk scarf or place it underneath me. I had to constantly control myself
to prevent excessive vaginal discharge, and I couldn't lose control of my bladder or urinate. Even so, the amount of water I wrung out each time was still
close to half a paper cup.
The silk scarf, which hadn't been washed for a long time, had a strong odor, and Shang Long would definitely smell it if I wore it around my neck. I usually
tied it around my thigh. Sometimes, when the silk scarf was very wet, Wu Peng would allow me to take it off, but
I had to do some very difficult training tasks he assigned me. I usually choose to do training missions
because I really don't dare wear such a scarf on dates with Shanglong, and I feel it would be
the greatest desecration of our love.
What I fear most is lying down while he's on top of me, fucking my anus, and covering it with the scarf. Wu Peng
likes fuck me when I'm at my limit of bladder control, so I
can't hold it in during orgasm. Many times, I urinate before he even reaches orgasm, soaking the scarf completely, and it's even
worse . At that point, I have to choose between doing missions or bringing the scarf to the next date.
Wu Peng's missions mainly involve campus exposure, mostly at night, but sometimes during the day. Looking
back , it was a series of nightmares. So, to avoid wearing the scarf on dates, and to avoid doing
those horrible campus exposure missions, I constantly fight with my body, trying to control my
daily bladder control and trying to tighten my vagina under the influence of sex drugs to prevent too much vaginal discharge.
Later, I trained my lower body muscles to be exceptionally flexible. I could even tighten my vaginal
opening . I could also hold my urine for six hours
without leaking, even when I was desperate to urinate. I thought I had finally met Wu Peng's requirements. But I didn't expect it was just the beginning. He started
asking me to hold back my orgasms. It was a completely uncontrollable feeling. If I came and didn't stop the stimulation, I couldn't hold back
the orgasm . It was simply an impossible task.
Using the same silk scarf, Wu Peng would make me stuff it into my vagina every time,
trying . Then he would give me aphrodisiacs. Then he would start stimulating me, or make me
masturbate. When I felt I was about to reach the point of orgasm, I had to tell him, but he wouldn't slow down the stimulation or
the frequency . He would time me, and I couldn't orgasm within twenty seconds. If I orgasmed, I had to
send the silk scarf and a photo of myself masturbating with the scarf stuffed in my vagina to Shang Long. Of course, I could also choose not to send it, but then I would have to accept
twenty electric shocks from him. That is, he would shock my clitoris the moment I came to orgasm, which was
a good way to stop orgasms instantly. Moreover, the electric current would increase with each shock. After each twenty shocks, my
vagina and labia, which had been unable to climax for a long time, would become engorged with blood, and even the slightest touch was painful.
This went on for over a month, and I actually managed to hold back my orgasm for twenty seconds. Then Wu Peng
increased it to thirty seconds…
From then on, Wu Peng rarely allowed me to climax, sometimes not allowing me to climax for more than ten days,
but constantly stimulated my sexual desire. He used all sorts of oral and topical aphrodisiacs on me endlessly every day,
and I was even aroused while sleeping. But I dared not climax, because if I did, I would be shocked with electric shocks, and the number of
shocks kept increasing as my tolerance improved. I remember that on the eve of my graduation from university,
it had escalated to a punishment of one hundred shocks for each unauthorized orgasm.
The daily situation was okay; no matter what kind of drugs Wu Peng used on me, as long as I resisted masturbation, I
wouldn't climax easily. What I feared most was when Wu Peng ordered me to masturbate or when he fucked my anus. Climax was right
in front of me, but I was forced to masturbate at a high frequency or be brutally anally penetrated by him. It was so hard
to hold back . After countless electric shocks, the muscles in my genitals seemed to have developed a kind of muscle memory.
Before graduating from university, I was basically able to hold back my
orgasms . Whether it was masturbation or anal sex, I could generally resist, but the result was that the unreleased pain constantly
gnawed at me. At that time, my body's desire for orgasm was extremely strong; of course, compared to my state
after was already quite mild.
"Let's buy this steak!" Angie's voice pulled me back to reality. As I walked towards Angie,
I casually tossed the silk scarf into the nearby trash can without a second thought. My past love, my past
humiliation—all went with the scarf into the bin. I walked towards the girl who radiated sunshine
.
After shopping at the supermarket, we got back into the car.
"Hmm, there's no oven in the apartment. Looks like we'll have to pan-fry the steak. I wonder if it'll taste good. I
can never seem to get the hang of pan-frying steak; I always overcook it. I guess I really need to
buy an oven sometime. Or should we go now? On such an important day, how can we eat something that doesn't taste good? What do you
think?" Angie said to me while fastening her seatbelt.
"Let's go home," I said, smiling at Angie.
"Okay, whatever you say. Let's go home then. We can talk about the oven another day." Angie started the car, looked at me
with a smile , her big eyes narrowing.
"No, I meant home, your own home," I emphasized to Angie.
"Huh? Don't you like the sea? My house is quite far from the beach." Angie seemed a little confused.
The house by the sea was Angie's villa. After I arrived, she had my mother and me stay there and arranged surgery
to remove the electromagnetic beads that were tormenting me. She also spent six months eliminating
the effects of the medications on my body. My mother's health also returned to its previous state, and last month, she went home
to reunite with my father.
"I do like the sea, but I like your home even more," I said, blushing. I wanted to express
some additional emotions, but I was afraid of losing what was most important to me. My heart was pounding, but thankfully, Angie didn't seem
to react differently. This reassured me a lot.
"Okay, then let's go home!!!" Angie emphasized the word "home." This made my
heart tremble again. A feeling called happiness spread from my heart throughout my body.
Along the way, Angie kept inexplicably giggling. I don't know why, but Angie always
captivated me; she seemed to possess a kind of magic…
The scenery outside the window rushed past, and Angie hummed a song. I called my mother on the way to ask about
my father's health, and when I thought of him, my feelings started to sour again. The rushing scenery outside the window felt like a time
machine , taking me back to the most shameful moment of my life.
My father…
Wu Peng's ability to manipulate me without restraint stemmed from that incestuous relationship between my father and me.
Back then, I still considered Wu Peng a good person. To repay him, I retrieved all
the videos and photos of me from those five senior students and destroyed them, agreeing to be his secret lover for a month, but only for daily
walks , and at most, for him to touch me.
But Wu Peng used the time he touched me every day to apply medicine to my genitals, tormenting me with sexual desire. Eventually, I was so
tormented by my ever-increasing libido that I couldn't go to class and could only hide in my dorm room masturbating incessantly.
But no matter how many orgasms I had, it didn't relieve my lust; in fact, it grew stronger. I felt that only anal sex could relieve
my libido. That day in the woods, Wu Peng penetrated my anus for the first time. I
knew would truly relieve my condition, but Wu Peng only gave it a taste. He said he wanted to have sex with my
anus in front of my father, and then end our relationship. He wanted excitement.
Naturally, I disagreed, but he still put sleeping pills in my hand and put a chastity
belt on me, forbidding even masturbation. He said if I didn't agree, I should endure it for a few days until the month was up, then he would
remove the chastity belt, and our relationship would end. He wasn't forcing me; he just wanted to experience a
different kind of excitement, and my father wouldn't notice after taking the sleeping pills. It was safe; it was purely for
the thrill.
I didn't agree, but wearing only the chastity belt, I completely broke down by the afternoon of the next day. I really
couldn't take it anymore, deceiving myself into thinking that Wu Peng was right, that my father didn't know, and that he just wanted some stimulation .
My father was here on a business trip and was staying outside the school. That night, I invited my father to dinner, secretly drugged him, and then
went back to the hotel with him.
My father fell asleep quickly, and I immediately messaged Wu Peng to tell him I could come over. But he
didn't come for a long time, which made me even more anxious and restless. When Wu Peng finally arrived, I actually pounced on him and begged him to have sex with me.
He used his lust to drive me to the brink of madness. That night, he pinned me down on my father's penis and committed
incest with me. And he recorded it. He was very skilled; every
time , he would pull out his penis, hold me, and insert it into my father's penis. In this state, I was completely unable to resist. I
had already orgasmed, how could I stand up? Plus, Wu Peng was holding me down while rubbing my clitoris.
I could only reach my climax on my father, repeatedly engaging in anal sex with him. But the
pent-up sexual desire I'd been holding back for almost a month was released with each anal orgasm. However, the more I
did this, the less I felt it was enough, a little short. Eventually, I went completely insane. Just when I felt that
a few would finally liberate me from this whirlpool of lust, Wu Peng dragged me away.
No matter how much I begged, he wouldn't let me continue. I said many shameful things, pleading with him, but it was no use.
He wouldn't have sex with me, nor would he allow me to reach my father's penis for those last few orgasms. Finally, he said he would only let me be completely liberated if I put on
a good show of incestuous relations with him.
I shouldn't have agreed, but I was truly out of my mind at the time, and I actually agreed. That's how it happened. In
Wu Peng 's phone video, I struck the most provocative poses, uttered the most shameless lewd words, climbed onto my father's bed,
kissed and swallowed his penis, then sat on him in the most alluring position, letting his penis slowly
penetrate my anus, moaning and heaving, experiencing orgasm after orgasm, each time ejaculating
vaginal fluid and squirting. Finally, my body was liberated. But I was also completely bound to Wu Peng
.
With this video, I didn't even dare to choose the option of mutual destruction; I absolutely couldn't let my father
see . So from that day on, Wu Peng officially became my master, beginning his endless
training of me. Wu Peng's training of me constantly escalated, constantly exceeding my limits. After graduating from university, I thought...
I broke up with him completely, but he ended up becoming my colleague. He became even more ruthless in toying with me, and his
demands grew increasingly harsh. He absolutely forbade me to orgasm without his permission.
He had a special drug to punish me for orgasming without my consent, which he injected into my clitoris, vagina, and anus, causing unbearable
itching . I started wanting to break up with him at all costs, to end this relationship,
even if my father saw the video of my incestuous relationship with him. But I thought I should get married first. I felt
that no matter . But before getting married, I
didn't dare.
So, six months after graduation, I married Shang Long. After that wedding, I didn't dare
to break up with Wu Peng, because what should have been the happiest and most radiant wedding of my life ultimately became a
lifelong nightmare. I dare not recall it, yet it keeps appearing in my mind, every scene so clear,
every scene so shameful. It's like a disgusting birthmark, visible as soon as you take off your clothes.
No matter how much I don't want to see it, it's there, always...
On my wedding day, Wu Peng attended as my colleague. I didn't want him to come, but I could
n't stop him.
The wedding was held in a hotel, our bridal chamber was also arranged there, and both sets of parents were
accommodated in the hotel after the wedding. This was my suggestion, and Wu Peng's request. Everyone thought I was being thoughtful;
weddings are tiring enough, and there's the wedding night festivities afterwards, so setting up the bridal chamber and resting in a hotel was
convenient.
My wedding night with Shang Long wasn't on the wedding day itself, but the night before, which
was also Wu Peng's request. This was the only time in the six months between graduation and our marriage that he voluntarily allowed me to have an orgasm.
In those six months, he only allowed me to have an orgasm two or three times a month at most. Each time, it was only after I was completely
exhausted and repeatedly begged and agreed to do various shameful tasks for him.
However, Wu Peng only allowed me to have an orgasm once, only once! And no squirting was allowed.
In other words, I can have an orgasm, but not a high-intensity one, because I'll definitely squirt. Every time Wu Peng does
anal sex, I squirt.
So this time, the orgasm I'm allowed to have is only mild… If I have too many orgasms, or if the intensity is too high
, he'll show everyone my incestuous videos at the wedding the next day. Back then, Wu Peng's app
didn't have the ability to monitor the amount of my squirting, unlike later apps. But his app could see the intensity of my orgasms.
He would judge whether I squirted during that orgasm based on the intensity. This terrified me. I desperately promised
it would only be once, absolutely only once. And just a mild orgasm. Only then did Wu Peng smile with satisfaction.
The day before the wedding, we all stayed in a hotel. Shang Long originally said we should sleep in separate rooms, saving the best
for the next day. But I told him that after the wedding festivities, everyone was exhausted and had no energy left, so we should save
the best tonight. Of course, Shang Long wouldn't insist. With a beautiful woman in front of him, throwing herself into his arms, and offering
her virginity, what man would refuse? Especially his wife whom he was marrying the next day.
That first night's experience was terrible, you could say awful. The only good thing was that the person having sex with me was
the one I loved. The physical experience was absolutely awful. Wu Peng was wicked. Three days before the wedding, he started applying aphrodisiac ointment to my anus
every day . He used the longest dildo, coated with a thick layer of the ointment, and inserted it as deep as
possible without any thrusting. He just left it there for half an hour, and when he took it out, there wasn't much
ointment left; most of it had been absorbed by the surface of my intestines.
He applied the ointment three times a day and forbade me from masturbating; I was completely abstinent. After three days, my anus was unbearably
itchy, and I desperately craved anal sex. And Wu Peng was using the longest dildo, which evenly coated
my intestines with the ointment, reaching right to the deepest point. The itch inside was something my fingers couldn't reach at all. Even Wu Peng's penis
couldn't reach it, nor could Shang Long's. Of course, I couldn't possibly ask Shang Long to fuck my ass on my first night...
Due to the aphrodisiac, I was already overflowing with vaginal fluid before Shang Long even penetrated me. Shang Long looked at my
wet labia, and when he parted them, a large gush of vaginal fluid gushed out. His excited penis instantly
became as hard as an iron pipe.
My hymen finally welcomed Shang Long's penis. Breaking my hymen wasn't as painful as I had imagined; perhaps the tingling and soreness in my
anus masked the pain.
Under the influence of the aphrodisiac, my entire genitals were exceptionally sensitive. The pain of my hymen breaking quickly subsided,
followed by wave after wave of intense orgasms. At the same time, the tingling and soreness in my anus increased exponentially.
I had to use all my strength and concentrate all my energy to prevent myself from having an intense orgasm and from uncontrollably moaning and screaming because of the tingling and soreness in
my anus .
On this wedding night, during what should have been the most beautiful first time of my life, I had to
outwardly comply while inwardly resisting. As Shanglong thrust rapidly, I dared not
release my own orgasm, because I knew it would be an intense one. I used every method Wu Peng had taught me
to suppress orgasm, holding back until my body convulsed. Finally, when I thought I could release it,
Shanglong ejaculated, his penis deeply inside, throbbing as he ejaculated. I slowly
released my sensations, experiencing a not-so-intense orgasm; I didn't squirt. But I wondered if Wu Peng ,
seeing the intensity on the app, considered me to have squirted.
After this small orgasm, the tingling and itching in my anus became uncontrollable, and I dared not
scratch it in front of Shanglong. Even inserting my fingers into my anus was useless; Wu Peng's medication
was too much, too deep. I needed a very long dildo.
Shanglong wanted to go again, but I refused. The reason was perfectly valid: I had just lost my virginity, and it hurt!
Shang Long, showing great tenderness, didn't force me further but held me as we slept. Soon, he was
snoring softly and evenly. I, however, couldn't sleep at all. I was so itchy, and the sex we had just had hadn't
satisfied me at all. I desperately needed a complete release and catharsis. A powerful surge of heat was trapped in my lower abdomen, threatening to
burst me.
I stayed up until 3 a.m., then got up to do my makeup and hair. After arriving at the dressing room, Wu Peng sent me a message.
Following his instructions, I briefly sent the makeup artist away. He quickly entered the dressing room, teased me a few times, and then…
They gave me a long string of anal beads with a remote-controlled vibration function; each bead could vibrate independently. I
inserted the entire string of beads into my anus as instructed. Then I sat there waiting for the makeup artist to return.
I was practically impatient to insert the beads. It was incredibly itchy inside. The insertion
process felt very pleasurable, but sitting still afterward was unbearable. My intestines were writhing, trying to
please the beads, but they remained unresponsive. I felt an intense, agonizing discomfort.
While the makeup artist started doing my makeup and hair, the beads in my anus began to move. Sometimes
they vibrated as a whole, sometimes one at a time, sometimes several at a time. I sat there, too afraid to move,
my mouth clenched tightly. I made no sound. The beads vibrated skillfully, constantly arousing my already
heightened desire, yet always leaving me just short of climax.
The makeup artist finished and left the room at 5:30 in the morning. I had to wait here for several hours when
Wu Peng reappeared. Right there in the dressing room, he penetrated my vagina for the first time. The vibration of
the beads , the rapid thrusting of Wu Peng's penis, and his command to let me orgasm at will caused me to experience
an extremely intense orgasm. The inside of my wedding dress was a mess of my vaginal fluid and semen.
My first vaginal orgasm was brought on by Wu Peng, and he did it five times in a row. Each time
was accompanied by copious amounts of vaginal fluid. My hymen was given to Shang Long, but the first master to conquer my vagina
was Wu Peng. At that moment, the shame was so overwhelming that I wanted to die immediately. But I was still subjected to Wu Peng's continued rape. Until
the wedding was about to begin, when Shang Long knocked on the door, I was holding onto the door, talking to Shang Long while
Wu Peng rapidly thrust into me from behind. Less than ten seconds after Shang Long left, I orgasmed again.
Throughout the entire wedding, my vagina was filled with semen, and a long string of beads was inserted into my anus. My
anus was still very itchy, especially the innermost part. I desperately wanted the innermost bead to vibrate, as that would be
the best way to relieve the itch. However, the beads closer to the outside kept vibrating, while the innermost ones rarely vibrated. The one at the very back
, the one that provided the best relief, barely vibrated at all.
This made me extremely anxious, and I endured it until the wedding was over. During the wedding night festivities, Wu Peng led the way in getting Shang Long drunk
. Shang Long, who usually had a decent alcohol tolerance, either had Wu Peng drugged his drink or was genuinely drunk. Before the festivities
had even ended, he was already passed out.
Wu Peng suggested playing one last game before everyone left. The game involved Shang Long and me lying in bed,
throwing all our clothes out. I would then choose a man to take the thrown underwear and reach under the covers to put it on him. Naturally, I
chose Wu Peng. Amidst the envious glances of those around us, Wu Peng reached under the
covers Shang Long, beside me, was completely drunk and unaware.
While putting my underwear on, Wu Peng inserted his fingers into my newly deflowered vagina and teased me for a while.
In that short time, I squirted…
but I dared not make a sound. I was just trembling, convulsing, biting my lip tightly. People might
think I was just ashamed, but actually, I had an orgasm… At the same time, I noticed that Wu Peng's fingers
were slippery when they entered me, and then I orgasmed quickly. But after the orgasm, my entire vagina felt like it was on fire, as if there was
a ball of fire inside. I knew Wu Peng had given me some kind of drug.
The game ended, everyone left the room, and Wu Peng left too. But I couldn't take it anymore. I don't know what kind of drug
Wu Peng had given me, but my vagina was burning hot, and my juices were flowing freely. I
started masturbating the moment the door closed. The more I orgasmed, the hotter it got, and the hotter my vagina felt, the itchier my anus became, especially
the deepest itch, which was uncontrollable.
Not long after, Wu Peng returned. He told me he could give me a real orgasm, but I had to be blindfolded and
follow him. Without thinking, I agreed, assuming Wu Peng was just going to have sex with me somewhere else. But to my
surprise , after blindfolding me, he didn't pull me along. Instead, he started recording with his phone,
directing me the whole time on how to walk, how far to reach the doorknob, and
so on. Under Wu Peng's direction, I walked around our suite many times, opening
and exiting , circling the living room and then entering, climbing onto the bed and playing with my husband's penis for a while before leaving and returning
. After several rounds, I was completely disoriented. My vagina felt even hotter, and my anus was even itchier. Finally, dizzy and disoriented
, I lay naked, my thighs dripping with vaginal fluid. Under Wu Peng's direction, I groped my way out of my room,
into our bridal suite, opened the door to the next room, climbed into my parents' bed, and touched my
father's penis. At that moment, I thought it was still my husband, Shang Long. Wu Peng said I was
allowed to have sex on that penis without restraint, to have any orgasms until it ejaculated inside me.
However, I had to constantly describe my physical sensations during sex. He removed my blindfold but ordered
me not to open my eyes until the penis ejaculated deep inside me.
So, I straddled my father, moving my body wildly while openly
describing my sensations. The beads in my anus vibrated violently, especially the one at the very back
, vibrating most intensely. This caused one orgasm after another; I felt incredibly happy. His
words were incredibly lewd.
It wasn't until I felt the penis ejaculate inside my vagina, and I reached my final orgasm,
that I lazily opened my eyes. I had completely climaxed; the itching in my anus was gone, and the heat in my vagina had subsided. I was
utterly exhausted, but then I realized I was riding on my father. My mother was asleep on the sofa nearby.
This video became Wu Peng's most powerful weapon in threatening me into submission.
It's been a year since I escaped that hell, but I still can't face my father. He still
knows nothing. I rarely call him; I always find out about him through my mother. I know
we are both victims, and I have no reason to hate my father. But I still can't face him. Whenever I see
him, my mind is filled with the image of me riding him, experiencing unparalleled pleasure, again and again.
It just won't go away.
On our wedding night, my vagina was thoroughly conquered twice. The first time was by Wu Peng, and the second time was
by my father. Shang Long, the groom, failed to bring me any sexual pleasure; he merely broke my hymen…
After a drive of over an hour, we returned to Anji's small villa in Toorak. Anji was carrying…
Walking around with groceries from the supermarket, I muttered to myself, "I haven't been back for so long. I wonder if there's still gas. What
if electricity, and gas are cut off?"
Once inside, Angie told me to rest while she cooked. I went to the villa's backyard.
A , the lemon trees in the yard were lush and green, the lawn was neat and tidy,
and in the corner, there was a swing. I sat on the swing, swinging leisurely, as the sky gradually darkened.
A delightful aroma wafted towards me. It smelled so good!
Before I could even finish smelling it, Angie came running out to call me for dinner. Entering the dining room, a fragrant
steak sat on the table, several side dishes in the center, and candles lit on the table, creating a warm and inviting atmosphere.
"Do you have any wine?" I suddenly asked, looking up.
"Wine? Yes, what's up? Want some wine?" Angie stood up, walked to the wine cabinet, and started selecting
red wine.
"Yeah, I suddenly feel like having a little drink today," I answered honestly. I had planned to ask Angie some
questions that had been nagging at me, but I didn't know how to bring them up. So, I thought a little wine would give
me some courage .
We hadn't even eaten much steak, but Angie and I had already finished a whole bottle of red wine. Maybe I was eager to find that
feeling of intoxication; I drank very quickly, and Angie drank just as fast. During this time, Angie kept
telling me funny stories about what had happened to her since coming to Australia, making me laugh
so hard hurt. I laughed so hard I forgot I had anything to say, I laughed so hard I forgot everything else, I just knew I was happy,
incredibly happy, and I wanted to stay happy like this forever.
After dinner, Angie and I chatted about this and that. It was getting late, and Angie led me to
the bedroom I'd stayed in for a while. A little tipsy, I was unsteady on my feet, so Angie helped me, laid me down on the bed,
covered me with a blanket, said goodnight, and told me to have sweet dreams. He was about to leave when I quickly grabbed his
hand. Angie turned and looked at me, puzzled. I told him I didn't really want to sleep, and
asked if he could sit down and talk to me. Angie nodded, sat on the edge of my bed, gently tidied my slightly messy bangs,
and softly stroked my head, asking, "What do you want to talk about?"
"There's a question I've wanted to ask for a long time: why did you help me?" I was a little flustered, unsure
how Angie would answer. This question had been bothering me for a year.
At first, I didn't dare ask. I was afraid Angie was another Wu Peng, afraid to know the reason he saved me. I
'm afraid of entering another hell.
I still don't dare ask. I'm afraid of changing my life, afraid of not seeing her smile,
afraid of not eating her steak, and most of all, afraid of leaving her.
Now I must ask. I need an answer, I need reassurance, I need Angie. An Angie who makes me
steak, an Angie who uses sunshine to heal the scars on my body.
I want… I want so much… and yet so little…
"Well, this question… it's really nothing. You can rest assured. I have no ulterior motives, and I don't want
anything from you. If I had to give a reason, it's probably your strength, your personality, your appearance that deeply
moved me, haha," Angie said somewhat jokingly.
But soon, Angie's playful expression vanished, replaced by a serious look. She looked at me and said,
"Actually, we've known each other for a long time, ever since you were learning hacking techniques online. Of course,
that was just a coincidence.
But my intuition told me you were going through something terrible, something you couldn't tell anyone.
I'm sorry , I could have helped you then, but I had so many people to help. For you, I chose
to follow you. I gradually came to understand you, and seeing you being tormented by them, yet still able to bravely endure the torment of desire,
deeply moved me. And at that time, you still loved your husband very, very much. Later, Shanglong
bought information about Wu Peng and his gang online through hacking. It wasn't him who found me, but me who found him. From that moment on, I
started planning to rescue you." Angie said earnestly.
"I've told you bits and pieces about my story. Actually, when I was in college, I
met my first boyfriend. I thought he really loved me, but later I found out he only loved
my money. He was even willing to share me with other people for money. He even
dated other women while we were together, using the money I gave him to play the role of a rich playboy, indulging in a life of debauchery. After finding out
all this , I couldn't stand it and broke up with him. Afterwards, he even asked me for a breakup fee and
took a sum of money from me." Angie said sadly.
"After leaving that scumbag boyfriend, I met a second man. He was very outstanding, but
after he found out about my relationship with my first boyfriend, he started to despise me and even beat and verbally abused me. I even humbly
begged him not to leave me, but he still resolutely left me." Angie
paused continued.
"After that, I lost all hope in men, thinking that none of them were good. Later, after graduating from university, I
worked at a company and met someone who led me to hell. She was a woman. After a party, I
got drunk and slept with her. Later, we got together. I thought that this time, I had finally found
true love . But she only treated me as her slave. She trained me, reformed me, humiliated me, and played with me. But
at that time, I just thought it was a little fun in our relationship, so I went along with her. No matter how shameful it was, I
persisted, just like you. For love, you can endure everything. In fact, these little funs
are even more painful than what you experienced..." For the first time, I saw pain in Angie's expression. I wanted to stop
Angie and tell her not to recall it anymore because I knew that such memories were extremely painful. But Angie
stopped me. She said that she wanted to tell me, she wanted me to know that people are not born strong.
"Later, I proposed to her because same-sex marriage is legal in Australia, and marriage
is protected by law. Also, people here don't discriminate against homosexuals. She hesitated. She told me she
needed to think about it and asked me for some time. After that, people around us found out about us
. My colleagues and friends started gossiping about me, thinking I was a monster, a weirdo,
disgusting to them. They gradually distanced themselves from me, as if I were a deadly virus, and everyone avoided me."
After that, I developed severe depression, and she became even more excessive. The content of her "training" became
increasingly insane. My painful screams were like an aphrodisiac for her, exciting her. Later, she told me that she and
I were just playing around, and all she wanted was an obedient bitch, a docile sex slave. She wouldn't
marry me, much less immigrate to Australia with me. Then, she completely disappeared, as if she had never
existed. Later, I was desperate and even thought about suicide. During one suicide attempt, I
was rescued by Zhou Xiaoyu and Kongque. They comforted me, and finally, I came to Australia and started a new life."
Angie said a lot in one breath, which shocked me. I didn't know any of Angie's past.
"So, the first time I heard about you, I felt like I was seeing my younger self. But after getting to know you,
I realized I gradually fell in love with you. You know, I'm gay. Actually, I've always wanted to tell
you that I'm in love with you, but I didn't want to force you or scare you. Just like before, being by your side,
watching you, makes me happy. Okay, I've said everything I needed to say. I hope I didn't scare you. It's getting
late, go to sleep. Goodnight." After Angie finished speaking, she gently kissed my forehead, let go of my hand, and
turned to leave.
The moment she let go of my hand, I grabbed her back, pulling her tightly against me
. Our faces were pressed close together, and I could feel her breath. It had been a year, and this was the closest we'd
ever been. I could see my reflection in her beautiful eyes, like the most beautiful
mirror in the world.
"What's wrong? Is there anything else you want to know?" Angie asked, puzzled. At the same time, she tried to sit up
.
I pulled her even tighter, just gently shaking my head without saying a word. I simply responded to
Angie's question with my lips.
At that moment, I didn't know what to say; anything I said would be pretentious, nothing could compare to
the directness .
Angie's lips were so soft, so sweet. She was wearing my favorite peach-scented lipstick again today…
When I kissed her, Angie was briefly startled, but quickly her eyes softened.
The hand that wasn't supporting her on the bed wrapped around my neck and hugged me tightly. Her lips, which I had kissed, began to respond.
Her tongue pried open my teeth and entered my mouth. I responded to Angie's kiss with all my might, our tongues intertwining.
A long, deep kiss left both of us breathless. When we separated, we were both slightly
panting . Angie looked at me, her eyes gentle, and sweetly said, "Do you know the meaning of this kiss?"
"It's the most reassuring kiss of my life, the sweetest kiss, and it's peach-scented too
~" I hugged Angie even tighter. This was the most romantic confession of my life. Looking at myself reflected in Angie's eyes,
this confession was for Angie, and also for myself.
I lifted a corner of the blanket, hugged Angie, and laid her on the bed, kicking off the blankets she was covering.
Then, I lay down too, one arm around Angie's waist. "Thank you for loving me," I said, and kissed Angie's lips
again . Angie responded enthusiastically, holding me tightly around the waist as if I might
run away at any moment, afraid to let go.
I slid my hand down to Angie's chest, and by feel, unbuttoned her
shirt ... Then I took off her shirt. Angie seemed encouraged by me and prepared to untie
the straps of my pajamas. But when Angie touched the straps, she stopped, and also stopped kissing me. She looked at me
somewhat uneasily and asked, "Is it okay?"
Like a child who had finished their homework asking their mother if they could go out to play. I chuckled
, but nodded firmly. "Angie, I love you. Tonight, take me!"
Unlike the shyness of my first time, tonight I felt no pressure, no need for any secrets, in
front of the person I love. I wanted to give myself to her…
Angie was overjoyed, like a child who had finally gotten their long-desired toy.
She couldn't wait , unbuttoning my nightgown and spreading it to the sides, revealing my full breasts, which stood erect. Angie seemed
mesmerized, sliding down and gently kissing my breasts, occasionally licking them with her tongue, making me
feel ticklish. I held Angie's head, gently stroking her hair. Finally, Angie focused her attention
on my nipples, sucking, licking, and gently biting them. Having abstained from sex for a year, being teased like this again
made me feel somewhat lost and confused. My vagina was wet, my legs rubbed together involuntarily, and I whispered Angie
's name.
Angie sucked and licked even more vigorously. My body, without the control of drugs, was still sensitive. Perhaps it was because of the long period of
abstinence , but my first orgasm erupted during Angie's teasing of my nipples. I
held , letting out a soft moan that made even myself blush.
The climax was brief and not intense; I quickly recovered, gazing at Angie with eyes full of desire. Angie also looked up at me, her gaze
suggestive She rolled over and quickly removed her clothes, revealing her pure white, smooth skin,
flat stomach, firm breasts, pert buttocks, slender waist, and long, thin legs—like a work of art. This
was the first time Angie had appeared so naked and open before me. I never knew a girl's body
could fascinate me so much. Angie knelt beside me again, reaching for my pajama bottoms, looking up
at me with questioning eyes. I nodded, and with my confirmation, Angie pulled down my underwear and pajama bottoms
together .
My smooth, hairless genitals were completely exposed to Angie's gaze. I instinctively covered my face.
My mons pubis, where not a single hair would ever grow again, bore witness to what had happened on this body. Covering my face wasn't just
out of shyness , but also out of shame. But Angie said, "So beautiful." Hearing Angie's comment, I lowered
my hands from my face. Angie's warm smile gave me courage.
Angie leaned down and placed a gentle kiss on my clean, smooth mons pubis. Angie parted my legs and
lowered her head, wanting to kiss my more private parts, but I forcefully closed my legs. Angie
looked up at me with a puzzled expression. I bit my lip and gently shook my head, my eyes filled with fear. I was afraid.
I knew that my genitals had been played with by countless men, had contained countless men's semen. It
felt so dirty.
Just then, Angie gently came to my side, one arm under my neck, the other
around my shoulder. Angie gently nibbled my ear and
whispered , "Han Ling, I love you. I'm Angie. I love you, I will love you forever!" Those simple words
instantly relaxed me. Angie loved me, she would love me forever. Angie continued to breathe softly in my ear
, occasionally licking it, sometimes gently biting my earlobe. Her hands loosened their grip on my shoulders, gliding gently
over my body, over my breasts, over my lower abdomen. When she passed my breasts, she playfully
pinched my erect nipples.
Finally, she placed her hands between my legs. I unconsciously opened my legs, and Angie's soft hands gently caressed
my vulva, her long fingers occasionally brushing against my sensitive clitoris. My clitoris, engorged with blood, protruded from
my foreskin . Each time it was brushed against, my body trembled involuntarily. My vagina became even more wet and hot,
and my body grew increasingly aroused, burning with discomfort. I gasped for breath, my hands
roaming haphazardly over Angie's body. Seeing my burning desire, Angie kissed me again, her tongue entering my mouth. I greedily sucked
on Angie's tongue. Then, Angie's slender fingers parted my
engorged canal. The intrusion of the foreign object instantly filled my already empty and restless vagina.
"Ugh..." A seductive moan escaped my lips through my vocal cords. This
moan seemed to be the best encouragement for Angie, who worked even harder, her fingers swishing and
squelching with my vaginal fluid, echoing in the quiet bedroom.
Angie stopped kissing me and turned to kiss my breasts, gently
biting Without the obstruction, I groaned loudly.
"Ah... Angie, I... I feel so good... You... you're making me... making me feel so good..."
The pleasurable sensation made my whole body tense, even my toes curled up.
"Ah..." With a long sigh, I climaxed. This was my first climax in a year, an climax
without drugs, an climax that didn't need control. My beloved, in a loving way, had
sent me to the clouds of pleasure.
Angie pulled her right hand, which was covered in my vaginal fluid, and without hesitation, put her
finger licking it clean. Then she said to me, "So delicious!" Ignoring my post-orgasmic weakness, I suddenly
sat up, hugged Angie tightly, and burst into tears. My actions startled Angie,
but she quickly patted my back gently and whispered, "It's okay, it's over. You have me, don't you?"
Yes, I still have you!
After calming down for a while, Angie got up again. This time, she straddled me, turned her back to me, and
sat lightly on my body. Then she leaned down, her head positioned between my legs. My instinct was
to squeeze my legs together, but after a moment's thought, I let go. I slightly raised my head, and Angie's genitals were right in front of me.
Her labia were pink, and her vaginal opening was wet. Neat pubic hair covered her mons pubis. There wasn't a single hair
around ; it was very clean. I had
seen my own genitals in videos or in mirrors when I was being disciplined before, but back then, I always felt my genitals were so ugly. But now, seeing
Angie 's, they were so beautiful, like a work of art.
At that moment, I felt pleasure again in my vagina. Angie was actually... actually licking my genitals! I told Angie, "
It's dirty, don't lick," but Angie said, "It's beautiful, and not dirty, because it's mine. So, Angie
likes it." Angie's words gave me a lot of encouragement. Angie continued licking, sometimes my labia,
sometimes my clitoris, sometimes inserting her tongue into my vagina, and even licking my anus and inserting her tongue
inside. These places, which had been violated and defiled countless times by men,
were being licked by . My heart was once again cleansed by Angie's warm tenderness and love. I felt encouraged by Angie and
raised my head, licking Angie's genitals in the same way, as if in response to her. Perhaps it was because it was the first time
a woman licked my genitals, or perhaps it was because it was Angie who was licking me, but this time the orgasm came quickly and was very intense.
Angie reached orgasm almost at the same time as me, but Angie was in a worse state because this orgasm was too
intense I ejaculated a large amount of vaginal fluid, spraying it all over Angie's face. After her orgasm, Angie also
rolled over off me and lay on the bed, panting heavily. I looked at the disheveled Angie, covered in my vaginal fluid. With difficulty,
I got up and lay down next to Angie, kissing her and licking her face clean. Angie
squinted comfortably, like a kitten…
That night, we made love until very late. I had never had such a pleasurable orgasm before, and I
orgasmed five times that night. Moreover, these five orgasms made my feelings of inferiority disappear. After
being , although we had orgasms during sex, there was always a sense of guilt and burden. But
now, none of that existed…
When I lay down with Angie, the sky outside was already turning slightly white. Looking at Angie smiling contentedly beside me, an
unprecedented sense of happiness welled up inside me. Looking at the girl who would spend the rest of her life with me, I
unconsciously smiled, gently kissed Angie's cheek, and whispered, "Angie, hello, I'm Han
Ling, I love you…" After saying that, I held Angie and fell into a sweet sleep.
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The sky was already tinged with white light. On the swing in Anji's yard, Zhao Wen gently swayed. He
looked at the sky, seemingly very happy. Standing beside him, Sun Lu hugged her shoulders and looked up at the window
. A car was parked outside the yard, and Xiao Qing, sitting in the driver's seat, had one hand on the car door, watching Zhao Wen
and Sun Lu in the yard.
"Those two are quite a handful. When are you going to knock on the door? I've been standing here half the night, it's so cold," Sun
Lu said, hugging her shoulders again.
"Let's go. Let's go fishing. It's a beautiful day." Zhao Wen stood up from the swing.
"Go? Then why did you bring us here? Did you come all this way just to hear us moan? If you like, I'll moan for you!
I moan much better than her! If that's not enough, call Xiaoqing over and moan with us too! If that's still not enough, call all your sex slaves
over and have them sing a chorus for you!"
Sun Lu said unhappily.
"Okay, go ahead and have an orgasm. Shout louder!" Zhao Wen continued walking towards the gate without turning his head, speaking softly
as spoke.
"Ah! No~ um... I... I was just... just kidding... Ah!!!!!" Zhao Wen
had already left the yard, while Sun Lu had an extremely powerful orgasm on Anji's lawn. Her vaginal fluid
poured down from under her skirt; if it weren't for the skirt, it would have shot quite far. However, it was clear that Sun Lu
wasn't wearing underwear under her skirt.
Sun Lu's screams during her orgasm were incredibly penetrating... indeed much louder than Anji and Han Ling's moans
.
When Anji arrived in the yard, he saw nothing but a pool of vaginal fluid on the lawn, slowly
seeping into the ground.
Anji looked around strangely, but there was nothing there.
Xiao Qing was driving, with Zhao Wen and Sun Lu in the back. Sun Lu had tears in her eyes and was pouting. Zhao Wen was looking at
the newspaper. Xiaoqing asked, "Master, where are we going?"
"Fishing," Zhao Wen replied casually.
"No! I want to go home!" Sun Lu said angrily.
"To the airport," Zhao Wen said, closing his newspaper and looking out the window.
"I want to go fishing again!" Sun Lu said, looking at Zhao Wen.
"Going fishing?" Zhao Wen said without even glancing at Sun Lu.
"No fun, Xiaoqing. Have the people you arranged go over there and bring Anji and that woman to the airport before noon.
As long as they're alive!" Sun Lu said, looking at Zhao Wen defiantly.
"Master?" Xiaoqing said calmly as she drove.
Zhao Wen didn't speak, but twisted his body, pulled down his pants, pointed to his penis, and said to Sun Lu,
"Before we reach the yacht marina, you have to make me cum comfortably, but if you orgasm! I'll
fuck you to pieces with the head of the first fish I caught! I'll fix it for you!"
Xiao Qing glanced at Sun Lu, who was riding Zhao Wen, working hard while fawning over him, in the rearview mirror, smiled
, and pressed the bone conduction intercom next to her ear, saying, "Everyone, disperse."
(The End)

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