Having a cuckolded wife at home ~ A surprise during the trip

Chapter 1. Yi

Qianhan is my wife. In the early days of our acquaintance, my impression of her was simply that of a beautiful, intellectual woman. She had long, flowing hair, a slightly childlike face, a confident yet easily shy and adorable demeanor, and usually wore black-rimmed glasses. She was always polite to everyone. However, after we became intimate, Qianhan gave me two major surprises. First, her figure was completely different from her face—she had an incredibly hot, curvaceous body. The moment she took off her clothes, the concept of propriety vanished. Second, her level of acceptance of sex. I had indeed taken advantage of her while she was still a virgin, but her ever-evolving acceptance of sex left me far behind.

After Qianhan finished breastfeeding, we decided to go on a trip together to relax and enjoy a few days of fun. During her pregnancy, Qianhan had wanted to try sex many times, but safety concerns always made us hesitant, so we both refrained for quite some time. This time, our first priority for the trip was to have some quality time together.

On the second day of our road trip, we arrived in a small town. It was quaint and charming, with beautiful mountains and clear waters, and few tourists, giving it a tranquil and leisurely feel. Qianhan and I strolled hand-in-hand along a quiet street. On one side were lush green trees, and on the other were dilapidated houses, devoid of any residents, making it seem somewhat desolate. Our goal was to bypass this street and reach the other side of the woods to admire a small lake.

After turning a corner, Qianhan suddenly stopped. I turned to see her face—a pretty face with a hint of nervousness, a slight blush, and a burning gaze. "Honey, do you want to do *that* here?" Her voice grew softer, but it carried a firmness.

"What? Are you hungry?" I smiled, feigning ignorance, though a slight nervousness lingered inside.

"Hmph, I am hungry." Qianhan glared at me, then grabbed my shirt and unbuttoned several buttons.

I looked around carefully. It seemed unlikely anyone would pass by the woods. This corner happened to have a recessed area, with only one side facing the street. The streets were deserted; not a soul could be seen as far as the eye could see. But to make love in such an environment? It was far too daring, too stimulating. Even I, with my very open-minded views, found it hard to bear.

However, Qianhan didn't give me a chance to hesitate. After unbuttoning my shirt, she unbuttoned her own, revealing a black bra underneath. "Hurry up, there's no one around now, just do it right here and now," Qianhan's voice trembled slightly, her face already flushed, yet her hands didn't stop moving.

"Hey, who's afraid of who? Let's have some outdoor sex today!" I steeled myself, went all out, grabbed Qianhan, kissed her lips, and moved my hands to her breasts. Qianhan's breasts were already round and full, and now that she had just stopped breastfeeding, they were even larger, looking quite impressive, and feeling incredibly soft to the touch.

Qianhan's breathing gradually became rapid; she seemed more excited and passionate than before, and she quickly took off her short skirt and pulled it over her ankles. My gaze swept across our surroundings. This was outdoors, after all; it was far too daring.

Qianhan seemed to sense my apprehension, whispering in my ear, "Nobody knows us here. Even if we are seen, it's not a big deal." Her voice was laced with nervousness, but her body was rapidly heating up, and her movements became more direct.

Before long, Qianhan was practically naked, only her shoes and socks still on, her ample breasts rubbing incessantly against my chest. My situation wasn't much better; one sleeve of my shirt was still draped over my shoulders, my pants were down to my calves, and my erection was throbbing, defiantly pounding at Qianhan.

Qianhan blushed, pulling my hands to her alluring breasts, then stroking my penis with one hand, her eyes gleaming. Looking at her skin, whiter and more delicate in the sunlight, my Adam's apple bobbed, and I could no longer restrain myself.

Come on, let's fuck you right here in the street, you little bitch! I roared, grabbing Qianhan's waist and thrusting my penis into her deep, tender orifice. Qianhan gasped, her waist twisting as she turned around, grabbing my hands and panting, "From behind, fuck me hard."

I immediately understood what Qianhan meant. Using the rear-entry position in this place meant her beautiful breasts would sway towards the street, the intense stimulation overwhelming our defenses. I thrust my hips forward, my penis filling Qianhan's vagina completely.

Qianhan's vagina was hot and tight; I hadn't expected her to recover so well after childbirth. The pleasurable sensation of her contractions sent me soaring. Qianhan also let out moans, our movements becoming increasingly vigorous, the sounds of our fluids echoing through the empty street, utterly lewd.

Just as we were immersed in our passion, a sudden voice from behind turned the world cold and desolate. "Hehe, sister is so pretty!"

This shout startled us both. We turned around abruptly and saw a chubby head peeking out from above a broken brick wall, grinning foolishly. Behind the wall was a dilapidated old house, clearly abandoned for a long time. We were shocked to find someone there!

Startled, Qianhan and I immediately separated, but we couldn't put our clothes back on right away. Our eyes met those of the peeping tom. The person had a blank expression, lifeless eyes, and was chubby. He didn't react rationally to our embarrassing state, just grinning foolishly, drool dripping from his mouth.

It turned out he was a simpleton who, for some reason, had ended up in the abandoned house and witnessed our passionate moment.

After calming down a bit, Qianhan grabbed her clothes, pulled me along, and gestured for us to go inside. Qianhan's reaction surprised me greatly; shouldn't we have immediately moved away? Qianhan glanced at me meaningfully, then said shyly, "It's so exciting to be seen by strangers like this. Let's see who else lives in this idiot's house."

I sensed something was off, but I followed her inside anyway. The old house was indeed dilapidated; only half of the ceiling was intact. It looked like there were two rooms that could provide shelter from the wind and rain, and it was hard to imagine that anyone still lived there. The idiot didn't stop us when he saw us come in; he just grinned at us. He was very strong, but his expression was distorted, giving him a strange look.

The idiot stared at Qianhan's smooth, soft body, his gaze fixed on her breasts. His fat bulged into a smile, like someone whose mind had been robbed of its senses by an aphrodisiac. He didn't approach us; he seemed rather friendly, but people with mental problems like this couldn't be judged by normal standards.

Finding no one else around, Qianhan glanced at the idiot, then gently pushed me away, blushing as she said, "Honey, why don't you wait outside, okay?"

Looking into her eyes, I saw a burning, unwavering determination. I roughly knew what Qianhan was about to do. "Are you really going to be this bold?" I asked seriously, confirming her resolve by looking into her eyes.

"Okay, I'll wait outside," I patted Qianhan's head and went outside. We've always been this open; frankly, after her first time having sex outdoors, it was understandable that she wanted to try having sex with a stranger. I went

around to the back of the house and found a small gap in the broken outer wall. From there, I could see what was happening inside, and the distance wasn't far; I could even hear the two talking.

Qianhan walked up to the idiot, stared at him for a moment, and tentatively asked, "What's your name?"

The idiot chuckled and replied, "My name is 'Silly Egg,' hehehe."

The name was quite fitting; it must have been a nickname given to him by someone who knew him. Qianhan then asked, "What did you just see?"

The silly boy grinned and pointed at Qianhan, saying, "I saw you doing *whoosh*, hehehe, so pretty!"

Qianhan blushed and said, "Do you know what I was doing?"

The simpleton nodded, his voice utterly naive. "My sister's doing it. My older sister said that I want to find a girl to do it with someday, so I can have kids."

"You... you know how to make love, no, how to do it?" Qianhan's hands covered her chest, the clothes she was holding to cover her body slipped down slightly, revealing a breathtaking allure.

The simpleton thought for a moment, his expression becoming even more distorted. After a long while, he shook his head.

"Then do you want to learn? I can teach you." Qianhan said, looking at his face until the simpleton nodded solemnly, then continued, "But you have to listen to me completely, otherwise I won't do it for you, okay?" The simpleton nodded again.

"Alright then." Qianhan's face flushed red. She loosened the clothes covering her body, revealing herself completely naked to the idiot. Pointing at him, she said, "Idiot, I've taken off my clothes, you have to take them off too, okay? You can't wear clothes during 'xiuxiu'."

"But I'll get sick if I don't wear clothes," the idiot said, looking troubled.

"Idiot, you said you'd listen, right? Your body gets really hot during 'xiuxiu,' that's why you can't wear clothes, otherwise you'll get heatstroke," Qianhan continued to persuade him.

"Heatstroke? No, no, I'll get dizzy, I don't want heatstroke!" The idiot shook his head vigorously and began to take off his clothes. As his fat body was slowly revealed, even from that distance, I could see that this idiot definitely rarely bathed; his body was incredibly dirty.

Qianhan was so close to the idiot that she must have already smelled the unpleasant odor. She frowned, but her eyes were quickly drawn to the idiot's genitals. It was a massive, erect penis over twenty centimeters long. This idiot, though not very bright, had an above-average penis, now fully displaying his masculine prowess.

Looking down at his erect member, the idiot cried out, trying to cover it with his fat hands, but looking completely helpless. Qianhan gently took his hand, stopping him, and said softly, "Silly boy, you're a man. If a man's penis gets bigger, it means he really wants to have sex with a girl."

The idiot scratched his head, seemingly understanding, trying to calm himself. He looked twice Qianhan's weight, but his movements were as hesitant and shy as a young girl.

Qianhan said softly, "Listen to your sister, relax, don't be nervous. Now, sister will help you clean your little penis." Her eyes shone, her face flushed, and her slender hands gently grasped the swollen dragon before kissing it with her cherry lips. The fool's breathing quickened slightly. He watched as Qianhan's tongue slid across the glans, his hands motionless, seemingly enjoying it.

Qianhan licked the glans, which hadn't been cleaned in who knows how long, greedily inhaling the lingering scent of the man's body, all while her husband was peeping. The intense stimulation gradually aroused Qianhan; her waist swayed gently, her legs involuntarily clamping together, rubbing her private parts between her thighs.

I watched Qianhan's lewd performance intently. Her expression was so intoxicated, more so than I had ever seen before—a mixture of frenzy, dazedness, and ecstasy, her body trembling slightly, impossible to conceal. Qianhan's full breasts almost touched the fool's thighs; their contrasting skin tones pressed so close together, it was enough to make one's blood boil.

The fool looked to be in his thirties; his unkempt appearance and foolish manner made him appear exceptionally filthy, and one could imagine the strong odor emanating from his penis. However, Qianhan only frowned slightly when she first touched him; now, she seemed to be sucking on a sweet ice cream.

The fool seemed a little flustered; he didn't dare back down or touch Qianhan's body. It was Qianhan who led his hand to her breasts. "These are my breasts, do you like them?" Qianhan asked.

The fool squeezed them with his large hand, the tender flesh changing shape in his hand. He was a little confused, but it was clear he didn't dislike them. "My older sister said you can't touch girls' breasts, it will make them angry. I don't want you to be angry."

"Silly boy, I allow you to touch them, so you can touch them. Your hands feel nice, a little harder." Qianhan's eyes sparkled, a strong aura of lust rising on her face, the pleasure of teasing her breasts washing over her body. After a short while, Qianhan gently grasped the fool's penis, groping it towards her wet, hot vulva, her face growing increasingly red.

"Silly boy, do you want to have sex with your sister?" Qianhan gently stroked his face, the gesture like she was teasing an innocent young man.

The fool stared blankly at Qianhan, the sensation from his erect penis stirring his primal instincts. "Sister, are you going to have my baby?"

"Yes, you have to be a good boy." Qianhan pulled his hand, making him lie down on the ground, his erection reaching for the sky. Then, Qianhan spread her legs and slowly sat on him, her vagina gently swallowing his penis, their bodies finally joined together. Qianhan let out a comfortable moan, her white legs clamping around the fool's upper body.

Under Qianhan's direction, the fool held her waist with both hands and began to slowly thrust in and out, his huge penis moving in and out of her vagina, bringing out clear, lustful fluid. Qianhan's face flushed even more. She grasped the fool's hands, pressed them against her breasts, and said softly, "Now, I want you to hit this place hard, hit it with force."

The fool asked curiously, "Sister, you haven't done anything bad, why do I need to hit you?"

Qianhan smiled slightly and explained, "This isn't punishment for me. When I'm having sex, I like to hit this place. Look, this place is soft, and it's different from yours, isn't it? If you hit this place hard with your palm, I'll feel very comfortable. You like me, right? Then help me."

The fool nodded. He raised his palm, shouted, and slapped it hard. The force of the slap made Qianhan's breasts shake wildly, and the sound startled me even outside the wall. Qianhan let out a comfortable moan, looking at the somewhat astonished fool, and said, "Good, hit me a few more times, okay?"

Although the fool was dull-witted, he was surprisingly strong. He immediately mustered all his strength and struck with both hands, almost throwing Qianhan's breasts off, the delicate skin quickly turning red. Although Qianhan was breastfeeding, her nipples were still a bright pink, not black at all. Now, under the fool's brute force, those red dots danced wildly in the air, appearing extremely lewd.

Qianhan twisted her waist, using her vagina to tease the fool's penis. The fool gradually learned the basic movements, responding to Qianhan's body, thrusting his penis deep into her vagina again and again. This intense scene of sensuality instantly transformed the dilapidated house into a paradise of debauchery, a seductive atmosphere lingering in the air.

Just as the two were approaching climax, and Qianhan's cries grew louder, the front door of the house was opened again, and an uninvited guest appeared in the yard.

I was startled and looked in the direction of the sound. It was a girl with darker skin, wearing a light blue dress and carrying a lunchbox. The girl's appearance made Qianhan stop in her tracks, and even the fool froze when he saw her. The girl's mind went blank for a moment when she saw this unbelievable scene.

When she came to her senses, the girl was not afraid at all. Instead, she took out her phone and took pictures of Qianhan with all her might, saying as she did so, "How shameless! You actually raped my uncle! Pervert! Disgusting!"

Seeing the sudden flash of the light, Qianhan was shocked and instinctively lunged at her. However, the penis inserted into her vagina became a stumbling block, causing her body to fall forward. As the penis withdrew from Qianhan's vagina, a stream of white fluid gushed out of the opening and fell backward from the air, making a mess of the penis.

The girl looked at the abnormality of Qianhan's genitals and took a few more pictures with a contemptuous look. It turns out that the idiot had already ejaculated inside Qianhan's vagina!

The girl put away her phone, hands on her hips, glaring angrily at Qianhan with undisguised contempt. "Pervert! Doing this kind of thing secretly with my uncle! Have you no shame?!" Qianhan's face flushed crimson. The situation was incredibly awkward, leaving no room for explanation. Under the girl's interrogation, Qianhan was at a loss. The girl's gaze kept sweeping around, probably checking if anyone else was nearby. When her eyes swept over the wall, thankfully she didn't spot me.

The situation wasn't dangerous, just incredibly awkward, yet strangely exciting. The girl looked slender and alone; Qianhan could easily escape if she wanted, especially with me outside.

Qianhan stammered that she was a tourist in this small town, happened to pass by this little house, and, overcome with lust, had sex with the idiot. She didn't mention me, only that she was a solo tourist and didn't mention us having sex in the street.

The girl's questioning revealed that the mentally challenged man was her mother's younger brother, born with intellectual disabilities, and lived alone in this dilapidated house, with the girl bringing him meals. At this moment, the girl had come to deliver food but witnessed this scene.

Holding a nude photo of Qianhan, the girl grabbed Qianhan's hand without explanation, dragging her home to be dealt with by her mother. Qianhan, in an unfamiliar city, had no reason to fear the girl; the nude photo, without knowing her name or identity, wasn't even a threat. Qianhan had begun to calm down; she probably knew all this, yet she didn't ask me for help, nor did she try to struggle; instead, there seemed to be a hint of glee?

The enraged girl roughly pulled Qianhan's hand and dragged her back. I hesitated, not coming out from around the corner, but secretly peeked from the bend. Although Qianhan's expression was terrified, her eyes remained unchanged, or rather, even more burning. The moment Qianhan turned around, our eyes met—that familiar, reassuring gaze.

Ah, so that's it. I temporarily abandoned my plan to pounce.

Our unspoken understanding told me that Qianhan wanted me to observe and not interfere. However, I would still secretly follow her.

After a while, Qianhan put on her clothes and obediently followed the girl home, leaving behind this silly guy, still savoring his recent experience of losing his virginity.

Chapter Two: Model

Qianhan followed the girl home, while I followed at a distance. Although I didn't have any professional stealth tracking skills, fortunately, the distance wasn't far; I arrived after turning a street. The girl's house looked quite ordinary, a two-story building, the kind you see everywhere in this city.

Following her to the door, I couldn't rashly go in, but I couldn't see inside through the doors and windows. The building only had one door, and after Qianhan went in, no one else had entered.

Qianhan clearly had her own plans, and I didn't want to disturb her. While waiting for news, I noticed a small noodle shop diagonally opposite the girl's house. I ordered some snacks at the noodle shop to kill time. As a tourist, I inquired about the lives of the nearby residents, subtly shifting the conversation to the family across the street, managing to glean some information from the owner.

The girl lived alone with her mother; her father worked away from home year-round, and her mentally challenged uncle rarely visited. The girl was still in school, and her mother did some handicrafts at home—nothing particularly unusual. In this small town, such families were common; their economic situation wasn't good, but they weren't destitute either. What kind of trouble would Qianhan encounter in such a family? I imagined countless possibilities, slowly immersing myself in them, time ticking away.

About an hour later, I finished my bowl of noodles and sat there bored, waiting. Fortunately, this wasn't a busy area, and the noodle shop rarely had customers, so the owner didn't seem inclined to kick me out. Finally, a small truck stopped across the street, and three people emerged from the girl's house. The one in the lead was clearly Qianhan!

Seeing Qianhan reappear in my sight, I tried hard to suppress my impulse and continue watching with a blank expression. Qianhan's gaze swept over me, revealing a faint smile. She still looked radiant, her beautiful face as always, not like she had been hurt. Behind Qianhan was a middle-aged woman, who looked like the girl's mother. The girl only followed to the gate and then stopped, watching the two people in front of her get into the truck.

I wasn't confident that I would be so lucky to follow another vehicle. Fortunately, there were some commercial vehicles parked on the street, so I immediately got into one and told the driver to follow the truck.

This time the journey was much longer than before, covering several streets. The truck stopped outside a large iron gate, which looked like a warehouse. Qianhan and the middle-aged woman got out, and then a man with a crew cut got out of the truck's cab and led Qianhan through the large iron gate. Strangely, the middle-aged woman didn't follow me inside. She boarded a bus on the roadside, seemingly heading home.

What was this unmarked, remote place that seemed completely incomprehensible? After getting off the bus, I circled the iron gate several times; it would be difficult to even ask someone for directions. After circling three times, I realized it was a large building with a five-meter ceiling and no windows more than three meters above the ground—either a warehouse or a factory. The main door was tightly shut, and there was no one guarding it. For a moment, I felt a sense of unease.

Qianhan was penniless, and anything could happen to her in this strange place. Safety was my primary concern, but judging from her burning gaze, she seemed to be expecting something, at least not forced into anything.

Just as I was frowning and considering various options, the large iron gate suddenly opened, and a gaunt-faced man walked out. After looking him over, his gaze settled on me.

"Excuse me, are you Miss Hanhan's friend?" the gaunt man suddenly asked.

I was startled and immediately replied, "Yes, is she here?"

The gaunt man nodded, beckoned to me, and said, "Miss Hanhan said a friend is coming over, it should be you."

I followed the gaunt man inside. Since Qianhan had said so herself, it must mean there was no danger.

This was indeed a large warehouse. The cold white light from the ceiling was a bit dazzling, and cardboard boxes were piled up all around, I didn't know what kind of goods they contained. There were several rooms on the left and right sides of this warehouse, with transparent glass walls covering almost the entire wall. At this moment, the gray curtains in the room on the left were drawn, and the yellow light made the curtains shine.

The gaunt man led me to this room. When I opened the door, the first thing I saw was Qianhan's face. Then, I was immediately shocked.

Qianhan was completely naked, her upper body bent forward, and the crew-cut man I had seen earlier was holding her waist, his imposing penis thrusting deep inside her. A lascivious aura emanated from Qianhan's face, a blush spreading across her cheeks, her eyes slightly glazed, yet radiating an indescribable pleasure.

Qianhan nodded upon seeing me, flashing a gentle, spring-like smile. "Come on, wait a bit."

The crew-cut man, seeing me, didn't speak, but instead squeezed Qianhan's breasts forcefully, thrusting his hips even harder. Beside him were two other men watching, their groins clearly aroused, both erect.

What a lewd scene! Just as I was somewhat stunned, one of the spectators said, "You're Qianhan's friend, right? You're in line. She's really something, hehehe, I've never seen a woman so beautiful and so incredibly sexy."

I nodded, now forced to accept the role Qianhan had assigned me: friend. Qianhan's ecstatic performance in the crew-cut man's hands aroused me as well, but I couldn't show it. Before me, Qianhan's entire body shimmered with a lewd glow. Her smooth, white body writhed under the man's thrusts, emitting trembling shockwaves. The dazzling, decadent aura made the volcano within me roar incessantly.

Trying to suppress the urge within me, I found a stool and sat down, then started chatting with the skinny man who had led me in. This skinny man seemed to be out of the loop for the time being; I wondered if he had already had his turn or if it just wasn't his turn yet.

Taking the cigarette he offered, this unexpected conversation naturally began. During the conversation, I learned that the crew-cut man was named Ou Shan, the middle-aged woman's younger brother, and ran an adult product agency business. This skinny man was one of Ou Shan's business partners, named Tan Hong. According to Tan Hong, Qian Han was a "lustful woman" introduced by the middle-aged woman, a traveler simply wanting to experience a thrilling life. She was introduced to Ou Shan by chance to cooperate in taking promotional photos for adult products, free of charge, of course.

Listening to Tan Hong's description, I understood a few things. The middle-aged woman's definition of Qian Han as a "lustful woman" was likely with Qian Han's own consent; otherwise, she wouldn't have been so compliant. However, being a promotional model for adult products sounded like the job would involve distributing her image everywhere, which crossed a line.

Knowing my concerns, Tan Hong laughed and said that Ms. Hanhan wouldn't need to show her face during the shoot, and even if she did, she would wear an eye mask. After all, it's normal for models in these kinds of photos to value their privacy.

After finishing a cigarette and drinking a few cups of tea, Qianhan gradually reached her peak, and Oushan was about to explode as well. At the moment of his climax, Oushan tried to pull his penis out of Qianhan's vagina, intending to ejaculate onto her smooth back skin. But Qianhan stopped him, softly saying, "My milk hasn't completely stopped, and my period hasn't returned, so you can ejaculate inside as you please." Oushan was taken aback, then roared, actually spraying a large amount of semen deep into Qianhan's uterus.

The two of them burst into joyful shouts together. After Oushan's penis was pulled out, a thick stream of semen quickly gushed from Qianhan's vagina, looking incredibly lewd. Qianhan turned her gaze to me, staring at me for a moment, as if asking, what would it feel like to see your beautiful wife being ejaculated inside by someone else? Perhaps sensing my burning gaze, Qianhan blushed and smiled, then pointed at Tan Hong and me, demanding that we both join in.

I was taken aback. Did I mean to have sex with my wife with another man? Although Tan Hong didn't know our relationship, I knew it myself. As I hesitated, Qianhan showed her displeasure. So, I gritted my teeth and followed Tan Hong forward, sandwiching Qianhan between me.

Qianhan took Tan Hong's penis into her mouth, letting him play with her full breasts, while I explored her anus. Qianhan had tried anal sex before, but not often, and her tightly closed anus was quite difficult to penetrate. At this moment, Ou Shan handed over a bottle of lubricant, and the narrow passage became a thoroughfare—truly a place for storing adult products.

This time, Qianhan was even wilder; she seemed to thoroughly enjoy this pincer attack, her pretty face occasionally slapping against Tan Hong's scrotum, making a slapping sound. Seeing Qianhan's wanton behavior, I also became aroused, grabbing her pert buttocks and thrusting in and out, completely disregarding her delicate and fragile nature.

After this round of lovemaking, I became somewhat familiar with Oushan and Tan Hong, and they all believed in my identity as a friend. After all, with Qianhan's wanton behavior, it was perfectly normal for her to have a few sex partners.

After waiting for Qianhan to climax several times, Oushan suggested starting to take photos as a prop model, which was also Qianhan's main task for coming here. I had already seen many unpacked vibrators and dildos around, so these must be the props for the photoshoot. In my mind, images of Qianhan with various huge vibrators inserted into her tender vagina flashed one by one. Her vulva was very tender, and it would probably look very good in the photos.

Oushan brought out a dark and inconspicuous chair and said, "Let's shoot with this as the first prop!"

I was stunned and looked at the chair carefully. Although it was just plain black, the structure of the chair was extremely lewd. The chair back and armrests had leather buckles to secure the shoulders and hands. Two movable supports connected to a footrest underneath the chair, also with leather buckles, seemingly allowing for different leg positions. Most peculiarly, the chair back had two semi-circular adjustable metal shields attached. If a woman sat on the chair, these shields could be moved forward and firmly secured to her breasts.

"Shouldn't we start the shoot with vibrators or something?" I asked tentatively.

Ou Shan shook his head, saying, "There are already enough promotional photos for those products; adding a model won't make much difference. I have a lot of special props here. Without a beauty like Hanhan as a model, many clients won't experience the

allure." Ou Shan had Qianhan sit on the chair, then secured her with the buckles, adjusting the metal shields so tightly that the rings constricted Qianhan's breasts, creating a layered effect. Ou Shan spread and raised Qian Han's legs, finally exposing her vulva, the tender flesh of her vagina clearly visible. After doing this, Ou Shan took out two black leather straps and connected Qian Han's ankles to the iron bras on her breasts.

I couldn't help but change my expression. With these straps, if Qian Han were to put her legs down, it would immediately pull her breasts forward. In other words, if Qian Han's vagina was intensely aroused, her legs would involuntarily come together, stretching her breasts. This showed how terrifying the chair was.

"This is a gentler prop, let's start with this," Ou Shan said with a smile.

The prop in front of me was far from gentle. I couldn't help but wonder what the less gentle props would look like.

Ou Shan put a white flower-shaped blindfold on Qian Han, which could barely cover her face, but someone as familiar as me would still likely recognize her. Qianhan's body twisted slightly. Wearing the blindfold seemed to embolden her, and she no longer cared much about her exposed breasts and genitals; instead, she felt a surge of excitement.

Ou Shan's gaze swept over Qianhan's body, finally settling on her exposed vulva, still wet and glistening with a wanton sheen from the intense sex. Ou Shan seemed to feel that this pose wasn't enough to showcase the prop's allure. He pulled a red electric vibrator from a box, applied lubricant, and inserted it into Qianhan's vagina.

"Alright, that's perfect now. Come on, strike a seductive pose." Ou Shan picked up his camera and aimed it at Qianhan. Facing the camera, Qianhan groaned, her legs slightly straining, her breasts stretching out, seemingly about to detach from her body—a powerful and seductive sight. Even I, who knew Qianhan so well, felt my throat go dry at this wanton pose.

Ou Shan kept pressing the shutter, taking more than a dozen photos in no time. He loudly praised Qian Han's lewdness and directed her to make more expressions. Qian Han's feet became props for torturing her breasts; after a groan, her breasts, stretched almost to the point of breaking, were visible, the white flesh reddened from the pulling, adding to her erotic allure.

By the time the promotional photos of this punishment sex chair were finished, Qian Han's vulva was already covered in glistening love fluid. Ou Shan looked at the photos several times, clearly quite satisfied.

Next up was an X-shaped parallel bar frame with black restraints. The main purpose of this frame was to suspend the woman in mid-air for pleasure. A vibrator was inserted into Qian Han's vulva, and after binding her up like a large dumpling, many close-up photos were taken.

Next up was a set of breast rings, two rings connected to a wide strap about two meters long, used to allow the man experiencing doggy style to pull on his partner's breasts with one hand, much like riding a horse.

They shot over a dozen sets of props; Ou Shan's warehouse was quite well-stocked. However, the props used for the shoot were mostly bondage and shaping items, along with vibrators, primarily to provide more sexual positions. Looking at the photos, Ou Shan smiled with satisfaction. He said, "Hanhan, my beautiful lady, thank you for your free modeling service. The money my sister made you pay is now wiped clean."

"Ah, is that all?" Qianhan sighed somewhat unsatisfiedly.

"What, you want to film more?" Ou Shan was a little surprised. The poses they had just posed in were quite demanding; all those restraints had tormented Qian Han quite a bit, even turning her breasts red. Logically, she should have already released

her pent-up desire. Qian Han pointed to the goods piled up in a corner of the warehouse and said, "Why are these props packaged in iron boxes? They're different from the others. Are they higher quality?" Qian Han's face was flushed, and her eyes seemed to be spitting fire. It seemed that the previous orgasms had only ignited her lust.

Ou Shan followed Qianhan's gaze and said, "It's true they're expensive, but these props are relatively niche torture equipment. There are few buyers, and I only got a few samples. Generally speaking, these props are more suitable for filming movies, and they sell quite well."

Torture equipment, high-end stuff—Qianhan's eyes suddenly lit up, and an uncontrollable excitement appeared on her face. Pointing at the props, she excitedly exclaimed, "Then I'll generously make a movie for free, and help people out to the end!" Her eyes were filled with desire and lust as she glanced at me, so I nodded and let go of the last restriction.

I knew in my heart that I also really wanted to see Qianhan star in a passionate little movie.

However, my expectations for this movie were too naive.

Chapter Three? Actor

Ou Shan stared into Qian Han's eyes, a hint of doubt in his voice, and asked, "I reiterate, these devices are generally not used; they can easily cause injury."

At this moment, Tan Hong, who was watching from the side, quietly nudged me with his elbow and whispered, "What's wrong with this woman? At first, I thought she was a particularly unrestrained, lonely young woman, and Ou Shan just wanted to have some fun. Are you familiar with her? Who is she?"

I hesitated for a moment, then replied in a low voice, "I've known her for a while. How should I put it? Our relationship is what you'd call friends with benefits. After she gained my trust, she likes to have me watch when she's having fun. As for her true identity, I'm not entirely sure. I can only say that she's a very proper professional woman in her daily life, only showing a different side in private. Her greatest hobby is actually humiliating herself in front of everyone, so your suggestion to make a movie is exactly what she wants."

Tan Hong looked surprised and shook his head slightly.

At this moment, Qianhan's eyes were filled with fervor as she resolutely said, "Actually, I've wanted to let loose for a long time. Playing the dignified and elegant role in front of acquaintances is just too annoying. Occasionally, I want to try being treated like trash, dirty and ruined. Besides, I've already completed my nurturing duties, so it's okay if my body suffers any damage." Her face grew redder and redder as she spoke, her naked body trembling slightly.

After confirming Qianhan's wishes, Oushan was overjoyed and immediately made calls to contact relevant professionals, waiting for over an hour before preparations were complete. During this time, Qianhan gave Oushan a breastjob, allowing Tan Hong to ejaculate inside her vagina, and then experienced a super-sized electric vibrator with her buttocks.

Qianhan's lewd behavior revealed Oushan's true lecherous nature. He originally only wanted to take advantage of the situation to coerce a slut into taking free promotional photos; after all, finding models for this kind of thing wasn't cheap, and Qianhan was so attractive. Now, filming the movie, Ou Shan was overflowing with passion, constantly contacting people, arranging locations, preparing props, and designing plans.

Ultimately, the filming location was still in this warehouse, but in a small, recently emptied room with twenty chairs set up as audience seating. Tan Hong was in charge of filming, and the host was a beautiful woman named Li Shan, around thirty years old, with a very hot figure, wearing a black leather bodysuit and a hood covering the upper half of her face, revealing only her two alluring eyes.

Acting as the audience and assistants were Ou Shan's friends, men and women, including Ou Shan's sister, the middle-aged woman.

Ou Shan loudly explained the reason for the filming and its main content. After hearing about Qian Han's promiscuous behavior, gasps of surprise rippled through the audience, and several lewd-looking men began shouting.

At this moment, Qian Han was the most excited; she was completely naked, displaying her beautiful and alluring body to this group of strangers. Knowing that Qian Han had given birth, her pert and perfect breasts garnered even more admiration. Originally, Qianhan only felt ashamed and excited about exposing her body in public. Now, being directly exposed to the gaze of a group of people, the stimulation was dozens of times greater, even surpassing the initial feeling.

Before the filming began, Oushan announced that the purpose of this shoot was to experience rare, high-end erotic torture instruments. To make the film as exciting as possible, Qianhan's body was allowed to suffer appropriate damage.

"Simply put, the object being filmed this time, Miss Hanhan's important parts, will experience a storm of severe torture!" Oushan shouted.

"Really, even if they get hurt, it's okay? Don't go back on your word." It was Oushan's sister who spoke.

Qianhan looked at her, a smile appearing on her face, and slowly said, "Don't worry, I just finished breastfeeding, and I don't plan to have another child. That means it doesn't matter if my breasts and vulva are damaged during the shoot. In fact, I'm looking forward to you guys tearing them to shreds." Her face flushed, her breathing became heavy, and her legs unconsciously rubbed together, her thighs already glistening with lust.

Lishan pointed the whip at Qianhan's chest and said, "The purpose of the execution later is to stop your milk from flowing, your breasts from being firm, and your vagina from being tight. Hmph, just thinking about it is exciting."

Qianhan shook her head and suddenly said, "No way! That's not enough. I remember there are props for the uterus. Don't forget to expose this part of me and humiliate me properly!" Lishan

looked into Qianhan's eyes and said, word by word, "Okay, you will be made into a lowly sow. Are you looking forward to it? Are you happy?" Qianhan

responded with an expression as if she had reached orgasm.

Oushan laughed loudly. He took out a bottle of liquid and said, "This is an aphrodisiac that some bad people like to use. Usually, drinking a third of the bottle can turn a lady into a slut. Today, I'll let you drink the whole bottle so you can have a good time during the performance." He handed the liquid to Lishan and then watched Qianhan drink it all.

Filming officially began. After being given the drug, Qianhan's fiery gaze gradually turned tinged with fervor. Her skin flushed, and fine beads of sweat gave it a wanton sheen. Her chest heaved, and her full breasts seemed to defy the audience, the nipples swelling and enlarging.

In front of the camera, Lishan paced back and forth like a queen, her eyes fixed on Qianhan. In her hand, she held a loose whip; the tasseled shaft was made of cowhide, looking imposing, yet its attack power was rather low. Suddenly, she turned, flicked her wrist, and the whip, accompanied by a sharp whistling sound, lashed out at one of Qianhan's breasts, producing a crisp crackling sound that combined countless impacts.

Lishan grinned maliciously, "You lowly bitch, with such disgustingly fat breasts, still dare to be so smug, still dare to be arrogant?"

Qianhan tossed her head, gave her a flirtatious wink, and said, "Such a light whip can't satisfy my breasts at all!"

Hehehe, Lishan let out a series of light laughs, the whip in her hand slowly lowered, then her fingers suddenly rose, and she shouted at Qianhan, "This bitch, with her pair of fat, milky flesh, is excited even when so many people see her, she's truly despicable beyond compare, come on, teach her a lesson!" As soon as she finished speaking, two people sitting in the back of the audience stood up and walked in front of Qianhan.

These two audience members were both wearing blindfolds, obviously assistants arranged in advance, their arms were thick, and they looked particularly strong in front of the delicate Qianhan. The two men grabbed Qianhan's breasts from both sides and squeezed them hard, gradually shifting the force from the base of her breasts to the areolas, forcing her to squirt out milk using this brutal method.

Although Qianhan could still produce milk, she was nearing weaning, and the amount of milk she could express wasn't much. Even so, the thick, white fluid oozing from Qianhan's rosy nipples was still a very stimulating scene, eliciting screams from the audience. At this moment, her proud, perky breasts trembled slightly with her body, her eyes filled with a burning, thirsty light, making her already extremely sexy figure even more alluring, completely unbelievable that this was a body after childbirth.

As the audience admired Qianhan's figure, Oushan stopped the filming. He brought out a wooden box and opened it on the ground in front of Qianhan. Inside the box were two round, dark-colored, seemingly metal-made devices, along with some smaller items.

Oushan took out the round devices, then picked out a clip from one of them and began to explain its purpose. It was a breast torture device, adjustable in size so it could be worn on any woman's breasts, provided the bra size was at least a C cup. According to Ou Shan, this breast torture device comes with three separate sets of tools. Mild use can cause continuous pain, but generally does not cause subsequent harm. Moderate use can bring extreme pain to the user, but may cause harm. Severe use will definitely cause harm, but will also provide tremendous visual stimulation.

After introducing everything, Ou Shan licked his lips, glanced at Qian Han, and said, "I think you'd like to try the moderate level. Such beautiful breasts would definitely be incredibly stimulating."

Qian Han looked at the device Ou Shan was fiddling with and suddenly asked, "You said this device has three levels of punishment, hence the green, yellow, and blue rings to distinguish the three different combinations. But why is there a red line on it? What level is that?"

Ou Shan looked at the long red line in the middle of the device and said, "This device is for hardcore enthusiasts. Red represents punishment, and the other three are for training. Using the red function might cause serious damage to the breasts."

"Serious damage? Will...will it break?" Qian Han's voice trembled with excitement.

Ou Shan chuckled and said, "It won't break. Who would want to ruin such a rare sex slave? It's just that her breasts might get twisted out of shape, hehe."

Qian Han's eyes lit up, and she nodded, "Then I'll take this level."

Ou Shan's mouth dropped open, and the audience was momentarily stunned. They hadn't expected such a beautiful woman to willingly request that her breasts be deformed. However, this lewd aura was even stronger than Qian Han's earlier, and even I was momentarily aroused.

Ou Shan laughed heartily, laid out everything from the box, and then signaled for filming to continue.

Li Shan stepped forward, picked up two round buckles, and placed them on Qian Han's areolas. The tight buckles constricted Qian Han's nipples, preventing her milk from draining. Li Shan squeezed hard, and Qian Han's breasts swelled up, but no milk appeared. The doubled pain made Qian Han frown.

"Now, it's time to put tit shackles on this lowly bitch." Lishan picked up a breast torture device and began to put it on Qianhan's breasts. The round device appeared to be made of a lightweight alloy; surprisingly, the grotesque circles didn't cause the breasts to sag. The device used four suction cup-equipped circles to fit around different points on the breasts, then tightened, attaching itself firmly.

Inside the device hung a dozen or so green straps connected by metal clamps, which Lishan then clamped onto Qianhan's breasts one by one, making the white flesh appear alluringly full. While the clamps were quite strong, they weren't a significant challenge to the soft breasts; Qianhan only let out soft moans.

In comparison, suffering this humiliation in front of everyone, in front of the cameras, was far more stimulating and pleasurable for her.

The yellow markings on the breast torture device indicated two sets of clamping rods, allowing for control of the clamping force. With Qianhan's declaration, and to make her breasts even more dazzling, Lishan applied two sets of clamps to the center of Qianhan's breast and a little above the areola, tightening them with all her might, causing Qianhan's breasts to swell to a purple color.

The initial release of the breast torture device had already caused Qianhan to show signs of pain, and her breathing had become much heavier, but her eyes grew increasingly fiery, and she was emitting moans of pleasure, which caused Lishan's cruelty to escalate.

The blue part of the breast torture device consisted of eight small tubes, and after a safety buckle popped open, a sharp steel needle two centimeters long was revealed. Once this torture device was fastened, it would immediately pierce Qianhan's breasts from eight directions, creating eight small holes.

"Watch closely, see the moment this bitch's breasts are executed!" Lishan shouted, then suddenly pressed the buckle shut, and all eight needles pierced into Qianhan's breasts simultaneously. The audience gasped, and Qianhan let out a scream!

Now, Qianhan's breasts were almost unrecognizable, the flesh seemingly trembling, yet the final punishment was yet to come.

Lishan revealed a cruel smile, then grasped the breast torturer with both hands, twisting the entire device open from the middle, slowly turning it 180 degrees, and the device itself was gradually elongating. This final red scheme was to change the shape of the breast torturer; all the props in front also twisted along with it, the entire breast gradually elongating, as if to twist and utterly destroy this tender, beautiful flesh!

Qianhan finally screamed in agony; one of her breasts had been twisted beyond recognition, yet this was only one breast. Next, Lishan used cruel and skillful techniques to let Qianhan's other breast experience it as well.

Although Qianhan's face showed some pain due to the deformation of her breasts, as the drug gradually spread, the pleasurable hunger emanating from her body grew stronger and stronger, a large area of her inner thighs already covered with glistening liquid; it was clear to anyone with eyes that the lust within her was surging relentlessly.

Lishan stepped forward, her fingers exuding a seductive aura, gently teasing Qianhan's nipples. The stimulation was like hot oil entering her mouth, immediately eliciting several moans. The fact that her breasts were so strongly restrained surprised Lishan. Lishan

waved her hand behind her, and the two hooded men from before stepped forward again, removing their clothes to reveal their grotesque and brutal genitals. I quietly asked Tan Hong beside me, who said these two were local gigolos, the kind who charged high prices, and were considered acquaintances of Ou Shan. After all, Ou Shan's business had given him many wealthy female clients.

The two burly men walked behind Qianhan, reaching forward to tease her deformed breasts through the breast-masking device; a gentle tug was enough to make Qianhan cry out. The skilled, muscular man manipulated Qianhan's nipples with his fingers. Even with the presence of breast torture devices and nipple rings on her areolas, her already engorged nipples still rippled with pleasure, becoming noticeably fuller.

The man's actions of playing with Qianhan's nipples from behind were particularly conspicuous on camera. Soon after, the man thrust his massive penis deep inside, immediately occupying Qianhan's soft, wet vagina. A large amount of vaginal fluid overflowed, flowing and gleaming with an increasingly lewd light.

On camera, before the audience, Qianhan was completely naked, the two breast torture devices on her body swaying rhythmically up and down with her trembling body. Under Lishan's shouts and curses, the two muscular men's methods gradually became rougher, even pinching and pulling at Qianhan's nipples. The two incredibly sensitive nipples were flattened and elongated in their hands, accompanied by Qianhan's heavy breathing and moans, instantly escalating the scene.

The muscular men's skills and strength were indeed beyond those of ordinary people. Their rapid, continuous thrusting alone brought Qianhan to the brink of ecstasy, amplified by the drugs. She even forgot the pain in her chest. After the two men finished their tasks, they lifted Qianhan's lower body, focusing the camera on her genitals and giving a close-up of her private parts, which were covered in cloudy fluid.

Lishan stepped forward and lashed Qianhan's exposed, tender flesh with a leather whip. The flesh, which had just experienced several orgasms, trembled violently from the sudden blow, while Qianhan let out a long groan. Throughout the entire process, she seemed to be enjoying it; the brutal abuse of her breasts and genitals under the watchful eyes and filming only excited her more.

Lishan lashed a few more times, seemingly satisfied, before dropping the whip and deftly untying the breast torture devices from Qianhan's body. First, she unscrewed the entire inverted device, then pulled out eight needles, untied all the clamps, and finally removed the entire device, leaving only the breast locks. After this period of restraint and twisting, once the devices were removed from Qianhan's breasts, her beautiful breasts immediately springed back to their original shape. However, the marks of the restraints were unavoidable; red welts recorded the punishment, eight small holes oozing blood concealed the subcutaneous damage, and even the shape of her breasts had changed slightly, losing their former vitality.

Lishan cupped Qianhan's battered breasts in her hands, squeezed them hard, and said, "Seems like you're still not satisfied, you slut, hehehehehe."

At this moment, Oushan stopped filming again, bringing this scene to a close. He moved the breast torture device away, brought over another box, looked at it, shook his head, and added another box to the mix. It seemed he had quite a variety of special props in stock. Oushan looked at Qianhan, and after confirming her suspicions in her burning gaze, he opened the first box and took out a set of purple rope and a small box about the size of a palm. The rope was as thick as a pen, wrapped in a sturdy transparent shell. Inside the box was a set of syringes, including a syringe and the liquid medicine.

Ou Shan explained, "These are toys for those cruel guys to use on disobedient sex slaves. They include an injection that can relax muscles locally and slings. The method of use is similar to a hanging platform. The rope around the breasts is tightened from the base, and when the body suddenly falls, it strains the pectoralis major muscle and various ligaments that hold the breasts in place. The pre-injected solution will make your muscles soft, so a sudden pull will likely deform them. Simply put, this is a torture device to make a woman's breasts sag. For a woman who relies on her looks, there is no greater punishment."

Ou Shan smiled, his eyes gleaming with a somewhat evil light, looking at Qian Han like a greedy beast. Clearly, he himself was an extreme fan of this kind of thing. After hearing the explanation, Qian Han's face turned pale for a moment, then flushed, and her eyes seemed to spit fire. She opened her mouth as if to say something, then shook her head and softly said, "This is truly an irresistible tool. But given the opportunity, I also want to realize something—how should I put it, an idea I've fantasized about for many years."

Qianhan calmly stated her thoughts. After her body matured, her stunning figure often attracted ardent gazes, but due to her status and pride, she couldn't indulge herself freely. Therefore, for a long time, Qianhan had longed for a scene in her fantasies: her proud breasts being trampled upon by men and women in a line, becoming a pitiful sight. The thought of this scene becoming a reality made her unbearably thirsty.

"Before tasting this rope torture device, can I experience that line of trampling?" Qianhan asked.

Ou Shan was overjoyed. Making a small film was just for entertainment, but now there was hope of making a major production. Such stimulating scenes usually required high prices to hire actresses with less-than-ideal looks. In his business, the revenue from selling this film might far exceed that from a few shady props.

Ou Shan discussed it with the audience; quite a few were interested in participating themselves, and Ou Shan even provided hoods. With everyone's help, Ou Shan led his group to move a rubber conveyor belt from a corner of the warehouse, laid it on a long wooden plank, and used wooden crates to create a makeshift bridge half a meter off the ground. Finally, Ou Shan used ropes to hang three knots from the roof beam as handrails.

Six women and nine men stepped forward from the audience Ou Shan had called, along with the two burly men who had just experienced the secrets of the vagina, forming a massive trampling army. This group was going to take turns stepping on Qian Han's breasts. Looking at their faces—some grinning, some greedy, some lewd—Qian Han's volcano of desire began to erupt continuously.

Filming began. The female audience members wore black stockings, while the men stood barefoot at one end of the conveyor belt. Qianhan laid her breasts flat on the conveyor belt, her areolas still secured with nipple clasps.

Lishan stepped onto the conveyor belt first, wearing black high-heeled boots. She walked step by step to Qianhan, exuding a lewd aura with every move. Lishan reached Qianhan's side, lifted her foot, and rubbed the pointed tip of her boot against Qianhan's face. Then, Qianhan opened her mouth and took it in, her clear saliva wetting the tip of the boot, including the grime underneath.

Lishan gave a cold snort, then arrogantly stepped over Qianhan's breasts with her high-heeled boot. As the sole pressed against the tender flesh, she deliberately rubbed it forcefully to make Qianhan scream louder. The pointed heel aimed at the nipple and pressed down hard, almost crushing it in the eyes of onlookers.

Following Lishan's demonstration, the audience members followed suit, one by one onto the conveyor belt. The women at the front gripped the knots tightly, their black-stockinged feet pressing down on Qianhan's breasts, the black and white contrast creating a strangely stimulating effect. Qianhan's breasts had nipple locks, preventing milk from flowing freely; each time they were crushed, the pain was amplified. Furthermore, the constricted nipples, with their restricted blood flow, had turned slightly purple. The forceful stomping, the changing shape of the soft flesh, combined with Qianhan's screams, only fueled the audience's excitement and brutality.

Each black-stockinged foot passed by, causing Qianhan's breasts to repeatedly flatten and spring back to their original shape, the immense pressure creating the illusion of impending bursting. Qianhan witnessed her own breasts being trampled up close; the feeling of reaching climax in an instant was indescribable, and her entire body trembled slightly.

Behind the female audience members were male audience members, generally much heavier than average. Watching those powerful feet brazenly trample on her breasts, Qianhan's eyes widened, her body seemingly reaching a climax. The first man in line even deliberately pinched Qianhan's breasts with his toes; such forceful kneading would likely cause a swollen patch. Qianhan's beautiful breasts had now completely become the object of the audience's sexual gratification and torture. After enduring the test of the breast torture device, the queuing trampling had left her breasts covered in red marks, a cruel yet alluring beauty.

After Ou Shan called a halt to filming, he began introducing the props for the next stage. One of them was the rope torture device he had just introduced; another was a gleaming steel bra covered in small holes, with one hole opposite another. Next to the bra was a large box of long, thin steel needles. Seeing the shape, Qianhan understood its use without Ou Shan's explanation; it was a breast-piercing torture device, also known as the "Iron Virgin of Beautiful Breasts." The allure of this torture device was immense, yet the price was extremely high. A burning desire ignited in Qianhan's eyes, but quickly subsided. She sighed and ultimately chose the rope torture device.

I had a feeling that, given the chance, Qianhan would most likely want to try this steel bra.

Filming began. Lishan picked up a syringe and injected two doses of medicine into the base of Qianhan's breasts. Then, she grasped her breasts with both hands and vigorously kneaded them. Lishan's technique was quite skilled; Qianhan's breasts regained their stunning allure in her hands. However, the injected medicine gradually took effect, likely penetrating deep into her body. Lishan even loosened Qianhan's nipple clasp for a moment, allowing the purplish nipples to return to normal. Seeing this, one almost mistook Lishan for giving Qianhan a massage and pampering, completely unable to imagine the cruel punishment to come.

The rope prop was simple to use: two ropes were tied into loops around Qianhan's breasts, and then she stood on a chair while Lishan secured the ropes to the roof beam. If there's any difference between this and the gallows, it's only that the rope is tied to different places.

Lishan picked up the whip and lashed Qianhan's breasts dozens of times, then laughed and said, "Ready? Our beautiful and sexy little bitch is about to have her tits ruined. You'd better watch this rare change closely." With that, she kicked over the chair Qianhan was standing on.

Qianhan's body plummeted from mid-air. When her toes were still twenty centimeters from the ground, the rope tightened completely. The force of her fall and her weight were now entirely borne by her breasts. The sudden tug caused Qianhan to let out a muffled groan, followed by a scream.

To the audience, Qianhan's breasts seemed to have been stretched longer in an instant. Her entire body jerked violently in the air and then began to sway from side to side. The pain was so intense that even Qianhan, burning with anguish, screamed for a long time.

Lishan untied the ropes and helped Qianhan to her feet. The audience gasped in astonishment; the change before their eyes was simply unimaginable. Just moments before, her breasts had been firm and beautiful, maintaining their overall aesthetic appeal despite repeated torture. Now, they were noticeably sagging, lying limply against her chest, with a ring of bright red marks around the base of her white breasts—a shocking sight.

Lishan lifted Qianhan's breasts, then released them, and the beautiful breasts fell heavily back down! This cruel yet magical prop immediately garnered cheers. However, the most excited was Qianhan herself. In front of a group of strangers, the beautiful shape of her breasts was forcibly destroyed by this instrument of torture; the humiliation and punishment brought her to the brink of orgasm.

Lishan unfastened Qianhan's breast locks and then called the two burly men over to milk her again. Despite the torture, her breasts still secreted thick, white milk, but the squeezing action made Qianhan wince, clearly in excruciating pain. Lishan had initially stated that she wanted to prevent Qianhan from producing milk, but the milk produced showed that Qianhan's breasts could still produce milk.

Lishan laughed, a chilling laugh. She grabbed Qianhan's nipple and twisted it viciously, then, together with the two men, forcefully squeezed out all the milk from Qianhan's breasts before stopping. After this torture, Qianhan's breasts had become deformed lumps of fat, and it was uncertain whether they could continue to produce milk.

The filming session ended, and this time, Oushan brought out a large box a meter high. The instrument inside the box was much larger. At first glance, it looked like a chair, but it was different; it was more like a support platform specifically designed to separate and fix a woman's legs. There was an intricately designed component corresponding to the vulva, resembling a dilator.

This time, Ou Shan didn't bother with explanations. He directly asked Qian Han if she could tolerate vaginal dilation beyond normal intensity. Clearly, this dilator was not a typical gynecological examination tool and could cause considerable pain if necessary.

Qian Han's eyes lit up; the pain in her breasts seemed to have disappeared. She asked, "Can I see the dilation too?"

Ou Shan thought for a moment and found a small video camera. This would provide real-time images from the support platform and also allow for internal filming.

Filming resumed. Qian Han was naturally placed on the support platform, her legs spread apart and secured to metal supports. From the side, her posture resembled that of a pregnant woman about to give birth, except her abdomen was flat and her breasts were covered in scars, quite different from a woman in labor.

Lishan began operating the vaginal speculum, a tool that could pull the vulva in four directions. A rubber clamp at the end tightly gripped the labia minora, and a hand crank adjusted the dilation force. With Lishan's adjustments, Qianhan's vulva slowly opened, the previously tight opening gradually becoming the size of a teacup, then a tart.

Lishan mockingly said, "You really are a slut, you use your cunt too much, it can be stretched this wide."

Qianhan blushed. Her vagina had become easier to dilate due to childbirth, but it was still quite elastic. Now, the speculum made her vulva look loose. However, the camera held by the muscular man provided an even more shocking view: Qianhan's tender pink vagina, the writhing inner walls, the transparent fluid mixed with white turbidity, and her delicate cervix were all revealed one by one. Qianhan,

seeing her private parts completely exposed, felt an overwhelming excitement. For her, who used to stimulate her sexual desire by exposing her body, revealing the secrets deep within her vagina was an extremely intense stimulation. Qianhan stammered, "It...it can be stretched a little wider."

"If you stretch it a little wider, hmph, aren't you afraid your vagina will tear? What a slutty bitch, hahaha. Let us see then," Lishan laughed.

Lishan continued to rotate the hand crank.

As Lishan increased the speed of the crank, the dilator acted like a jack, further widening the already stretched opening. While Qianhan felt the tearing pain, she was also excited by the intense humiliation. At this moment, her vagina had become incredibly sensitive under the drug's influence; even the slightest touch could produce the pleasure of orgasm. In Qianhan's mind, having her most private parts stretched open, even torn, in such a public way was an irreplaceable pleasure, the pinnacle of ecstasy.

Under the bright flashlight next to the camera, Qianhan's tender vaginal walls even contracted and twitched, making sucking motions. Such a scene was extremely rare, even in a certain island nation that claimed to have reached the pinnacle of cinematic art.

Lishan extended a slender finger, its tip sliding back and forth along the walls of the vagina, even its nail tracing the surface, causing the tender flesh to twitch. Lishan's expression remained icy. She licked the sticky fluid from her finger, then frowned and spat out a glob of saliva, which shot deep into Qianhan's vagina. The frothy liquid spread across the cervix, appearing incredibly lewd.

Qianhan saw all this on the camera's built-in screen. Her lips parted slightly, her toes curling in excitement.

Oushan brought over a large box of rubber dildos. These slender dildos had a barbed rubber ball at the tip, their long shafts able to penetrate deep into Qianhan's vagina. This direct stimulation was extremely intense. Five or six dildos were immediately inserted into Qianhan's vagina, the rubber balls rubbing vigorously against the walls, providing stimulation no less intense than the thrusting of dozens of penises.

Qianhan groaned loudly, her vaginal fluids increasing dramatically, flowing from the opening, adding to the lewdness.

At this moment, Lishan used a rubber stick to tease Qianhan's cervix, and the tightly closed opening seemed to ooze a clear liquid under the stimulation. Lishan said, "This dirty hole needs to be washed with urine first."

Qianhan shuddered, staring wide-eyed at Lishan, then smiled and said, "Want to admire a bitch's uterus drinking urine? Well, you'll have to open the bitch's uterus first." Her smile was so seductive, as if opening the cervix was as simple as pinching a thigh.

Oushan's eyes immediately lit up. He then took out a handheld tool, its small, hollow, ring-shaped head, about the size of a soybean, could be inserted into a woman's cervix. Unlike gynecological dilators, this tool could adjust the size of the ring head after insertion, thus forcibly opening the cervix.

Seeing such a weapon, Qianhan's face showed both fear and anticipation, but anticipation outweighed the fear.

To alleviate the pain, Oushan opened a new box of breast rope torture devices and handed the medicine and syringe inside to Lishan. This is a muscle relaxant solution. If used elsewhere, it can also make tense muscle tissue easier to stretch, such as in the uterus.

Lishan seemed quite enthusiastic about injecting Qianhan's cervix. She inserted one hand into the open vagina, pinched the cervix with her fingers, and then inserted the needle, pushing the solution in without any skill. Even though the solution contained anesthetic, the injection process still made Qianhan scream a few times, her brows furrowing. However, it was worthwhile to record the scene of the cervical injection.

After the injection, Lishan took the dilator and rubbed the ring-shaped head against Qianhan's cervix, occasionally trying to insert it into the uterus. The friction initially caused considerable pain, and Qianhan's body trembled. However, the drug's effects spread extremely quickly, and her physical reactions gradually weakened, replaced by pleasurable moans. She could even tolerate the ring-shaped head being inserted into her cervix.

After reaching this stage, Lishan began to slowly expand the ring-shaped head. The hollow part, which could originally only accommodate a mung bean, quickly became the size of a chopstick, then the size of a finger. The pink inner wall of the uterus could be seen under the external light. The ring-shaped head grew larger and smaller repeatedly. After this process, Qianhan's cervix actually opened up a bit and was no longer tightly closed.

Lishan looked smug. She twisted the dilator hard, then waved her hand, signaling a burly man to place a transparent plastic bucket under Qianhan's body. Then, she had interested audience members line up and urinate on her!

Under the bright light, the inner wall of Qianhan's vagina was clearly covered with urine. The yellow liquid accumulated in the downward-sloping vagina, a little of it flowing into the uterus, and then quickly overflowing from the opening into the bucket below. This kind of washing was undoubtedly more humiliating than the previous queuing for milk-kneading. Qianhan was also dumbfounded. The scene of warm urine filling the entire vagina was so degrading and so lewd!

The audience queuing to urinate was primarily men, but it would be a huge mistake to assume that women wouldn't participate! Led by Ou Shan's sister, several women took makeshift urinals, filled them to the brim in the toilet, and then lined up behind the men, pouring the urine into the tender, humiliated vagina.

When it was Ou Shan's sister's turn, Qianhan suddenly suggested that she pour the urine into Qianhan's mouth. Ou Shan's sister looked disgusted, but obeyed the suggestion, feeding Qianhan a large container of urine and watching her drink it all, not leaving a single drop.

After the urine was poured in, a strong, foul odor emanated from Qianhan's vagina. Lishan shouted and cursed, then suggested inserting the cleaning faucet from the warehouse and using pressurized water jets to wash the increasingly unbearable vagina.

The study on Qianhan's vagina took quite a while. Even with the stimulation of the aphrodisiac, Qianhan showed signs of fatigue and pain, though her eyes remained as fervent as ever. Finally, Ou Shan took out the last box, containing a pair of strange forceps with five suction cup-like tentacles that could grip flesh tightly. This was a uterine clamp, a tool only specially trained or used by women with uterine prolapse, a form of torture capable of pulling the uterus out of the body. However, Qianhan's uterus was still in its normal position!

This time, Lishan not only did it herself but also called two strong men. The uterine clamp required very precise operation; just securing Qianhan's cervix took considerable effort. Then, the two men held Qianhan's vaginal opening apart, allowing Lishan to pull forcefully outward. Qianhan

immediately showed a look of pain. Forcibly pulling the uterus out of the body was no small matter; her whole body tensed, causing the restraint platform to shake constantly, the entire frame emitting a grating sound. On the camera focused on close-ups, Qianhan's cervix was tightly clamped, its color darkening slightly. Most shockingly, the entire uterus had shifted slightly outwards; the clamp was slowly pulling it out of her body!

To avoid causing immediate and irreparable damage, Lishan stopped pulling at a certain point and then vigorously rubbed the clamped uterus. A considerable amount of clear fluid could be seen flowing from the dark red cervix, likely a significant portion of the urine and water that had just been ejaculated. After a short

rest, the pulling resumed. This time, Lishan moved Qianhan's uterus outwards a little more, but it was still quite a distance from the vaginal opening. To prevent herself from screaming, Qianhan voluntarily asked to have a dark-colored dildo inserted into her mouth. Her eyes were fixed on the screen, as if she were the one most eager to see her uterus prolapse. Two

guests voluntarily came forward to play with Qianhan's breasts, clitoris, and other areas. The stimulation of her sexual organs alleviated her pain, and the drug-enhanced arousal also served as a good painkiller. Surprisingly, Qianhan's nipples hardened again under the teasing, as if she had forgotten the series of punishments just now.

After Lishan pulled repeatedly five times, Qianhan's uterus had moved astonishingly to the vicinity of her vaginal opening; her childbearing body had, after all, increased the chances. Seeing victory within reach, Lishan glared fiercely at Qianhan, exerting force with her hand, actually dragging her cervix outside her body, while the uterus itself remained inside.

"Hehehe, look at this bitch's pathetic state, anyone want to try inserting a uterus!" Lishan directly inserted her palm into Qianhan's stretched vagina, then grasped the uterus, actually fixing its position in place, so that it couldn't go back in even after the uterine clamp was released.

Uterine penetration, this was a rare experience, and Oushan, wearing a mask, indicated that he would personally take the stage.

After the injection and dilation just now, Qianhan's cervix had softened a bit, and with Oushan using several iron instruments to help widen it, the huge penis directly penetrated and inserted most of it! Qianhan's eyes widened as a penis was inserted into her uterus. There was no more intense stimulation than this, especially since Lishan was holding her uterus in her hand, squeezing it tightly.

Under the fierce thrusts of Lishan and Oushan, Qianhan's uterus was a mess from the penises, and she let out dazed moans. Her vaginal fluid dripped from her exposed vagina, and soon she passed out from the penetration.

I watched the whole thing, my own body burning with an unprecedented intensity. Finally, as Qianhan fainted, I saw a satisfied smile on her face.

This little film was a great success, but the price was that Qianhan spent a month in the hospital. Oushan and his gang left their contact information, and Qianhan hinted that they could still contact each other. If I hadn't taken her away when she couldn't stand, I wonder if they would have gang-raped her cervix. Epilogue:

Six

months had passed since that trip. Qianhan and I were back to normal. She was bolder than before after her recovery, her desire still as strong, but it was harder to find opportunities to play without restraint.

That day, I received a call from Qianhan. She sounded a bit mysterious on the phone and didn't elaborate on her reasons.

Arriving at the hotel room Qianhan had mentioned, I met Oushan and a young woman I didn't recognize.

Oushan rushed over and hugged me, saying warmly, "Hi, it seems Hanhan still trusts you. I'll have to trouble you with this escort again. My husband and I are getting married next month, and ever since he saw that movie, Miss Hanhan, he can't forget it, hahaha."

I looked at Qianhan; we continued to maintain a "friends" relationship in public. She smiled at me and said, "I heard that movie sold incredibly well, already 20,000 copies sold, impressive, right?"

Oushan nodded and said, "I'll give Miss Hanhan 30% of the profits. I'm a man of my word, aren't I? But the main reason I'm here is to invite Miss Hanhan to be a gift for my husband." He paused and continued, "My husband hopes Miss Hanhan..." "We're planning a road trip for our honeymoon in a small van, and we'll put Miss Hanhan in the cargo bed. During the trip, Miss Hanhan will use her mouth as our toilet and also as a sex slave. We can discuss the cost."

Qianhan then added, "First, I don't want any money; that wouldn't be exciting enough for me. Second, during the honeymoon, you can only feed me excrement, whether it's yours or someone else's—it's up to you. If I can't eat it, or if my vagina becomes numb and I can't orgasm, then you can take me to a plastic surgery clinic and have fifty grams of fat extracted from my breasts as a souvenir."

After explaining her plan, Qianhan looked at me with a fiery glint in her eyes.

I knew it wouldn't end so easily!

(The End)

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