Supermodel Lin Zhiling

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Chapter 1

September 18th a7:00

On September 18th, the Mid-Autumn Festival, besides reporting on the bright moon and mooncakes, the newspapers also carried a joint report between Taipei and Las Vegas:

"Top model Lin Zhiling was invited to Las Vegas earlier this month to be a guest at a famous erotic club, but it was rumored that her service failed to satisfy the club's owner, surnamed Xing, who refused to allow her to return home. Ultimately, it was only through the mediation of a well-known agent surnamed Qiu who arranged the event that she was able to return home to spend the Mid-Autumn Festival with her family..."

Gossip like this—model Hong having dinner with a wealthy banker for five million; model Hou accepting a multi-million dollar gift from a politician's son...—occurs every day. Perhaps it would be big news if the newspapers didn't report on it!

This report was featured on the front page of the entertainment section of various newspapers because the female lead was top model Lin Zhiling. However, the editors' purpose in reporting it was simply to publish Lin Zhiling's beautiful and revealing photos to boost newspaper sales. As for the inside story and the truth of this rumor, no one bothered to investigate or delve into it.

Take Hong Kong's Next Magazine, known for its paparazzi in the Chinese-speaking world, for example: although it was featured prominently with the sensational headline "Selling Art into Prostitution: Lin Zhiling Falls for It in Las Vegas," the content was a general version suitable for all ages, not the explicit version that actually happened.

Chapter Two,

September 13th, a:00

"Ring...ring..."

Lin Zhiling had just fallen asleep when she was woken up by a ringing phone.

She glanced at the alarm clock beside her bed; it was only a little past six.

Because she had broken her ribs in early July while filming a P&G commercial in Dalian, she had been resting for two whole months. The backlog of recording, filming, and photo shoot contracts was piling up. These past few weeks of rushing back to work had been almost non-stop, working day and night.

Last night, she filmed a jelly TV commercial and didn't get home until after 2 AM

. In their line of work, unlike others who can just collapse into bed as soon as they get home, if you don't carefully remove your makeup and take good care of your skin to keep it in optimal condition, it won't just affect your work; you might even be too ashamed to go out the next day.

In fact, a model's face and body are their livelihood tools, just like a taxi driver takes care of his car, or a chef takes care of his stove and pots—they must be washed and maintained frequently.

Models' faces are naturally covered in various cosmetics during work, and in fact, even their bodies require extra care to enhance skin texture and radiance. The skin was covered in foundation and makeup, like it had been painted with a layer of paint. This couldn't be removed with just a quick wash or shower; a deep cleansing oil was needed to thoroughly cleanse every pore.

But simply washing and removing makeup wasn't enough. Just the face needed a cleansing lotion, followed by moisturizing toner, lotion, eye cream, and neck cream. Then, a face mask and anti-wrinkle eye mask were applied. Hand and foot creams for the limbs, and anti-wrinkle cream and moisturizer for the abdomen were also essential, but even more important... Of course, she wanted breast enhancement cream and firming cream for her important areas .

After a full three hours of this,

Lin Zhiling, who had only slept for less than two hours, desperately covered her ears, fighting back against the ringing phone. But the caller, a complete idiot, was more patient than she was and refused to hang up.

Lin Zhiling thought that only her manager, Qiu Li, could be this annoying. Reluctantly, she picked up the phone.

"Get up, my dear daughter!" Qiu Li's effeminate voice came through the receiver: "Let's go to Las Vegas and make a fortune!"

"No, I want to sleep!" Lin Zhiling pleaded with her agent.

Qiu Li thought to herself: "Once we get to Las Vegas, I won't allow you to go to bed if you want

!" But she still coaxed Lin Zhiling, "Didn't you always want to go on vacation? Hurry up! The Pyramid, Treasure Island, MGM, Blackjack, Baccarat, Slot Machines, Superstar Show, and a dazzling array of giant shopping malls are all waiting for you!"

"I don't have the energy to go shopping right now!"

"Cheer up! $300,000 is already waiting for you in Las Vegas. I'll pick you up at your house in an hour; we need to catch a 10 o'clock flight."

"Ugh! You don't know how much time I need to spend getting a facial, putting on makeup, skincare, picking out clothes..." " Stop nagging.

What does it matter if you don't have time to do your makeup or change clothes in an hour? Even if you're naked, it's fine."

"Ugh..."

Chapter 3,

September 13th, 7:00 AM.

When Qiu Li arrived at the door of the villa that Lin Zhiling had bought at a low price through a resale, Lin Zhiling was wearing sunglasses that covered half her face and a sun hat that covered the other half. She was wrapped in a loose, knee-length burlap sack and reluctantly opened the door, peeking out and complaining, "I haven't packed my luggage yet..."

Qiu Li pulled her into the car: "What's missing in America? We'll buy everything again in Las Vegas." He patted the bag in his hand and continued, "I have a passport, US dollars, and credit cards. What could I possibly lack?"

"Cough! Just kidding. I wouldn't be that unprofessional." Lin Zhiling instructed Qiu Li's driver, "Xiao Wu, could you please help me load my suitcases into the car?"

"Strange! Three big suitcases!" Qiu Li exaggeratedly mocked, "Are you fleeing or immigrating?"

"Hey! With the title of the nation's top model, if people find me dressed too sloppily, wouldn't they think our country is still at an economic level where people can't even cover themselves properly?"

"Not even covered themselves properly? You supermodels' clothes are truly what you call 'not even covered themselves properly'!"

"Ugh! You have no idea how difficult it is for me!" Lin Zhiling playfully punched Qiu Li with her small fist.

"I know! I know! Don't even mention clothes and cosmetics, you brought over a dozen pairs of shoes just to match your outfits, right?"

"Hmph! I'm a dedicated model; I have to maintain professional standards."

"I know! I know! Come here, my dear daughter, let me introduce you. This is Wang Huizhen, a newcomer to our company. She'll be your assistant this time, coming with us to Las Vegas to learn..."

Lin Zhiling stared at the little girl in front of her,

scrutinizing the sweet girl from head to toe until her face flushed. The girl stammered and timidly greeted Lin Zhiling, "My name is Wang Huizhen, please take care of me, Sister Lin."

"Look at you, you blush so much just from me looking at you twice. How will you ever show your body to everyone in the future?"

The little girl named Wang Huizhen blushed even more at this strange question.

Lin Zhiling thought to herself: She's definitely a sweet girl that even women would be captivated by. Her skin is flawless and fair, with large, watery eyes. She still looks a bit childish, giving off a pure and innocent, well-behaved vibe. Especially her delicate face—the standard small-faced beauty that photographers adore. She seems to have the looks to make a living in this industry, but whether she can survive in such a competitive world, whether she can adapt to this cutthroat world, is still too early to say.

"How did you get into this industry?"

"Honestly! Perhaps few people are as lucky as me. Because of a magnified photo, I miraculously shot my first advertisement. Actually, I had experience being followed by talent scouts back in high school, but because my family was very strict, I promised my mother I'd study hard and get into university first, so I refused."

"You seem like a well-behaved girl from a strict family. You're probably still a virgin," Lin Zhiling thought to herself, then asked, "So when did you start modeling?"

"It was during my freshman year of college. My classmate went to a photo printing shop near the school to get our class photos developed. The owner asked my classmate if he could enlarge one of my photos and hang it in the shop. My classmate thought it wouldn't matter! And just like that, not long after, a production assistant came to my class and asked me to audition for a shoot. I initially refused, but the whole class egged me on and dragged me to the audition area. To my surprise, I got the job! That's how I earned my first advertising model fee, which was equivalent to a whole year's tutoring salary!"

"You're really lucky," Lin Zhiling said with emotion. "Back then, I auditioned at least thirty or forty times before getting my first job."

"It's Ai Yuechu, the advertiser, who insisted that I film a sequel again, and he even specified that I should join Teacher Qiu's agency first."

Lin Zhiling sighed sadly in her heart, knowing that it must be this wealthy businessman who paid for the advertisement who had taken a liking to Wang Huizhen and wanted Qiu Li to train her first before trying to take advantage of her.

"Because Dad heard that Teacher Qiu is your agent, Sister Lin, that's why he agreed to let me come. Wow, he has all your posters! This time, Dad also allowed me to take leave from school to come to Las Vegas for an internship because he knew I was coming with you. He also insisted that I must invite Sister Lin back to Taiwan." "Later, I came to visit her at home!"

Lin Zhiling never expected that she was the main force that pushed this pure and lovely little girl into the fire pit. She was so

sad that she didn't want to say anything more. On the other hand, she was too sleepy and had no energy to pay attention to her anymore. Her heavy eyelids closed, and she fell unconscious.

Chapter 4

September 14th p:00

The nature of a model's work is not a 9-to-5 job, but rather a day-and-night job. This has honed Lin Zhiling's ability to sleep soundly whenever she has time. This flight allowed Lin Zhiling, who had been working non-stop for the past year except for July and August when she was recovering from an injury, to sleep for twenty hours straight. When she woke up, she was already in Las Vegas, the world's most famous gambling city. Las

Vegas, once infamous as the "Sin City," has, thanks to conglomerate investment, transformed this desert city, built with countless neon lights, into the world's largest and most exciting entertainment destination. It's no longer a no-go zone for family trips, and businesses no longer prohibit meetings and incentive travel to Las Vegas. It has become synonymous with entertainment worldwide.

Although the Las Vegas authorities are also attempting to change the public's perception of "gambling city" and develop it from a more diversified tourism perspective, including its vibrant nightlife... Las Vegas may be a popular tourist destination for families of all ages, but gambling and prostitution remain its biggest industries.

"Our guest this time is Xing Qinghong," Qiu Li said, dismissing Wang Huizhen to find the car Xing Qinghong had sent to pick them up. She then began explaining to Lin Zhiling, "Before 2007, he was ostensibly a tycoon in the Hong Kong entertainment industry, but in reality, he made his fortune in the sex industry. Fearing a crackdown on prostitution by the CCP after the handover, he immigrated to the United States. I heard he originally set up a ranch in the desert near Las Vegas as a training base for models."

"A model training base?"

"Models who perform in clubs and private parties, understand?"

"Oh," Lin Zhiling replied nonchalantly, pouting.

"These past few years, unable to bear the loneliness, he rented a space at the Sahara Hotel in Las Vegas and started a club."

"How old is he?"

Qiu Li leered. "A little over fifty. But I think he used to be involved in the Hong Kong triads, so he should still be quite fit. He's not just a pretty face, neglecting the beauty."

Lin Zhiling glared coldly at her agent, then ignored him and walked towards the young man Wang Huizhen had brought to pick them up.

"Miss Lin, you must be tired from your journey. My name is Judas Zheng. Boss Xing sent me to pick you up. It's such an honor to have the opportunity to meet you in person. We Chinese in America have long admired you, but we didn't expect you to be even more beautiful in person than on TV and in posters."

Lin Zhiling had heard this kind of flattery many times, but she still showed her signature sweet smile. Expressing his gratitude,

Judas Zheng, completely dazed, helped them load their luggage into the Mercedes SUV and beckoned them to get in.

"I'll take you to the hotel now. In fact, our Boss Xing is also staying in the presidential suite of the Sahara Hotel—he's already waiting for Miss Lin in the room—and has also booked rooms for Mr. Qiu and Miss Wang. He'll invite them to visit the club tomorrow when he has time."

Lin Zhiling hadn't expected him to be so blatant, and remained silent with a cold face. Huizhen still had an innocent and excited expression, and it was unclear whether she really hadn't understood.

Qiu Li, on the other hand, seemed unconcerned and easily negotiated, "Miss Lin has been on a 20-hour flight, she needs to rest and freshen up a bit, put on makeup, and change clothes before she can go to work."

"No problem, the presidential suite has several separate rooms. Miss Lin can change in the guest room first, and then I'll take you to the master bedroom to see Boss Xing."

Chapter 5,

September 14th, p8:00

Judas Zheng, on behalf of Lin Zhiling, who was already dressed up, pushed open the heavy door of the master bedroom. Xing

Qinghong, who had been waiting for a long time, forced an unnatural smile on his otherwise unfriendly face: "Miss Lin, welcome! Welcome!"

Xing Qinghong looked at Lin Zhiling's backless dress from the 2005 Spring/Summer collection and thought: The wait was worth it.

Her chest was only held together by a narrow strip of fabric, revealing not only her cleavage but also two full breasts. Another narrow strip of fabric was draped diagonally from her left shoulder to her right waist, not covering much of her body, but creating a tantalizing effect. The short skirt only reached her hips, and the waistline was slightly exposed, fully highlighting the curves of her waist and hips. As for her legs, they were completely exposed.

Xing Qinghong's gaze roamed over Lin Zhiling's body with satisfaction: "This is the dress you wore at the 5th Pepsi Music Awards Ceremony in Beijing at the end of March, right?"

"Oh my, Brother Xing, you have such a huge business and such a busy schedule, yet you still remember such a small thing."

"Ha! Ha! Ha! How could I not care about Miss Lin's affairs? Just to see you in that hot outfit, I even had the awards ceremony recorded so I could admire it repeatedly. Unlike those tasteless, ignorant bumpkins and foolish women in Beijing who actually yelled at you in public and booed you. It really infuriated me! That's why I contacted your agent, Qiu Li, and asked him to arrange a get-together with you to comfort you properly."

"Brother Xing, I'm truly flattered by your concern."

"What man wouldn't care about a beauty like you? As the saying goes, 'It takes a hundred years of cultivation to share a boat ride.' I must have knocked on a thousand wooden fish in my past life to have the opportunity to share a room with Miss Lin today."

Lin Zhiling thought to herself: What does knocking on wooden fish have to do with this? This only has to do with you throwing money at me. Let's just treat it as acting. She used her signature sweet voice: "Brother Xing, you flatter me too much. It must be because I've accumulated a thousand years of good karma that I have the chance to meet you on the other side of the world."

"A thousand years? A thousand years is enough to share a pillow!"

Lin Zhiling sized up the man before her. Short and wiry, with a buzz cut, he looked quite energetic. He had

a square face, and although he was joking with her, he still gave off a dignified and domineering feeling.

However, Lin Zhiling liked his straightforward personality. After all, it was about sleeping together. Unlike some politicians, who were clearly promiscuous, yet still acted all righteous during the actual act, that was truly disgusting.

"Brother Xing, you're so annoying! It's not even dark yet, and you're already thinking about sharing a pillow?"

"Miss Lin is right, let's sit for a while,"

Xing Qinghong said, sitting down on a single sofa in the room.

Lin Zhiling was dumbfounded, as there was only one chair in the room. "Where am I supposed to sit?"

Xing Qinghong chuckled and patted his thigh.

"You're so annoying!"

"This is a genuine leather sofa!"

"Alright, this humble lady will gladly accept." She sat down on Xing Qinghong's lap

, her incredibly bouncy buttocks swaying on his thighs, arousing Xing Qinghong's lust. His hands began to rub against Lin Zhiling's bare 24-inch waist without any restraint.

"I'm so sorry! The sofa you're sitting on now is just a cheap fabric sofa, not a leather one."

“Then I’ll turn it into a leather sofa.” Turning around to unbuckle Xing Qinghong’s belt

, Lin Zhiling unbuckled his belt and then pulled down Xing Qinghong’s suit pants and underwear, revealing his bulging, veiny penis.

Although she had seen many men’s penises, Lin Zhiling always felt nauseous and wanted to vomit whenever she saw a strange man’s penis.

But for the sake of her work, she could only suppress her disgust and look at Xing Qinghong with her signature innocent smile and childish voice, saying, “Brother Xing, let me lick it for you, okay?”

“It’s already impatient. I think you should just lick it with your vagina

.” The reason she was eager to lick his penis was not because Lin Zhiling was being shameless, but because Xing Qinghong had no sense of romance at all. He wanted to have sex without any foreplay, and her vagina was dry. How could she do that?

Lin Zhiling pouted, wanting to whine to Xing Qinghong, but seeing his expression, she knew there was no room for negotiation.

The clients Lin Zhiling entertained, or rather, the people who could afford to mess with her, were either large business owners or influential figures in politics; these people always had absolute authority, and others had no choice but to obey without question. She had long since learned to be submissive, avoiding any awkwardness,

so she got up and unbuttoned her skirt, revealing her thong and stockings; and of course, her 44-inch legs, touted by the media as the most perfect in the country.

Just as she was about to unbutton her top, Xing Qinghong intervened again: "That's fine, sit down quickly."

Lin Zhiling... Helplessly, she stepped onto the sofa in her high heels, placed her hands on Xing Qinghong's shoulders, and slowly squatted down.

Just as her private parts, through the thin strip of her thong, brushed against Xing Qinghong's penis, Lin Zhiling was about to use her small hands to pull aside the thong and rub her private parts to see if she could stimulate some lubrication when Xing Qinghong intervened again: "Let my little brother do it himself." He

then used his penis to push the thin strip of thong into Lin Zhiling's vagina.

"Brother Xing, you're so mean!" But her delicate hands, which had just untied the bow of her thong, were grabbed by Xing Qinghong's strong hands.

"It's okay, I don't mind sharing a hole with your panties."

"But I don't want that! I only want your little brother!"

"A famous little hole like Miss Lin's has tasted all sorts of delicacies, how could you only want my little brother? It would be better to wipe it clean with your panties first."

Lin Zhiling was stunned speechless, not expecting him to speak so crudely and bluntly.

Xing Qinghong stared at her innocent face, so beloved by men for its naivety, and saw the alluring expression on her face—the kind that suggested she was hearing profanity for the first time. This almost made Xing Qinghong ejaculate, and he

roared, "Fuck!" He grabbed her wrist with one hand and her slender... With a sudden thrust of his hips, Xing Qinghong cried out,

"Ouch!"

He wasn't about to finish off so abruptly, so he remained still, enjoying the sight of the supermodel sitting on him. One hand roamed over her waist and thighs, savoring the smooth, silky feel

. His left hand, which had been holding Lin Zhiling's small hand, playfully searched for her erogenous zones, pinching her earlobe, brushing her red lips, kneading her waist, scratching her armpits, touching her inner thighs, and even pricking her navel with his finger. His eyes, occasionally flicking her nipples through her thin bra with his fingers,

made Lin Zhiling uncomfortable, causing her to writhe. But with each movement, the tightness of her vagina, filled with a large penis and with the glans pressing against her cervix, intensified the discomfort. The friction between the small section of thong inside and her tender flesh provided a stimulation completely different from any other form of penetration, a sensation Lin Zhiling had never experienced before.

Yet, Xing Qinghong's hands, roaming over her body, refused to reach her vagina to relieve the itch.

He had intended to soothe her labia and clitoris... Her hands were repeatedly pried open by Xing Qinghong's skillful manipulation, leaving her no choice but to bend her legs and lift her hips to relieve the itch.

Seeing that Lin Zhiling was already aroused, Xing Qinghong stopped teasing her and sat comfortably, acting like a wealthy lord paying for Lin Zhiling's sexual services.

What should have been a scene of lovemaking and sweet talk was instead filled with Xing Qinghong staring at Lin Zhiling's lower abdomen as if he were scrutinizing food on a table. He said in a cold, rational tone, "From now on, all the girls under my management will have their pubic hair cut to your length."

"Oh... Brother Xing... what are you saying?"

"Your sexual skills are worse than a ten-dollar prostitute's, but your barely sprouting pubic hair feels quite novel when it touches my lower abdomen."

Lin Zhiling, who was incredibly popular at the time, had been hailed as a goddess by men across the country for the past year. If the line of men wanting to sleep with her were to form, it might actually stretch from the Yangtze River to its tail. Hearing the man she was having sex with compare her to a prostitute who charged ten dollars a night, she was overcome with sorrow, her eyes reddening, and she almost burst into tears. Any remaining goodwill she had for Xing Qinghong vanished completely.

"You're comparing her to a prostitute…you…"

"I shouldn't have compared you to a prostitute," Xing Qinghong said, showing no mercy. His voice grew even colder. "In my eyes, you're worse than a prostitute. At least the girls working for me work hard to hone their skills to please men and earn a living. I think you're just using the title of 'Number One Model' to spread your legs and wait for the money to come in."

Lin Zhiling's blood boiled with rage, and she trembled with anger. She was about to storm off when she glanced down at their still-engulfing genitals. Her instinct told her she couldn't just confront him like that, and she convinced herself that money was the best policy. She decided to put up with it for now and, finding a way

to save face, softly retorted, "Then why did you even bother with her?" She playfully punched Xing Qinghong's chest with her fists, trying to change the subject, "Did her pubic hair bother you?"

Xing Qinghong looked at her as if he didn't know... Seeing Zhi Ling's fluctuating emotions, she lewdly said, "Your pubic hair has really bothered me, made my genitals itchy, and it feels strangely comfortable."

This medium-length pubic hair was actually because Lin Zhi Ling, as a runway model, often had the opportunity to wear very revealing clothing, even underwear or sexy swimwear, for her performances. To prevent hair exposure, the unwritten rule for runway models was to shave their pubic hair. However, Lin Zhi Ling had been in a rush to catch her flight, and Judas Zheng had been urging her to shave while she was changing, so she hadn't shaved for three or four days. ▲Because she used to shave every day, like a man's beard, the more frequently you shave, the faster and thicker it grows. Therefore, a patch of prickly hair had grown near her labia and lower abdomen.

In addition, the two were in a position of intercourse, with the woman straddling the man who was sitting upright, their lower abdomens and genitals in full contact, which caused Xing Qinghong... Enjoying a very special pleasure

, Xing Qinghong was not someone who could be satisfied with just that. Seeing that Lin Zhiling was only focused on talking, he became lazy and stopped teasing her. "Slap!" He slapped Lin Zhiling's plump and elastic buttocks: "Don't be lazy. Don't spit it out until I stuff the thong all the way into your pussy."

Lin Zhiling looked down at the small strip of cloth that was still at least two-thirds exposed outside her vulva and cursed inwardly, "Pervert!" But thinking about it, she decided to finish quickly and leave. She would ask her agent Qiu Li to come and tell him that she would only stay with him for one night.

Pouting, she put her hands on Xing Qinghong's shoulders, who was comfortably leaning back on the sofa chair, and moved her beautiful legs, which were curled up and spread apart on both sides of the man's thighs, and twisted her lower body so that the thong sandwiched between the man's penis and her vulva could be pushed into her vagina by friction. In order

to achieve her goal, Lin Zhiling sat down and let Xing Qinghong... When his penis was inserted, she had to clench her vaginal muscles and pull it down. The tight friction made Xing Qinghong gasp for pleasure.

However, to keep the thong from going out, she had to relax her vaginal muscles when she lifted her hips to let Xing Qinghong's penis out. In this forced contraction and relaxation of the vagina, coupled with the friction of the fabric which was much rougher than human skin, the sensitivity of the tender flesh of her vagina was increased to an unprecedented level. After dozens of rounds of thrusting, Lin Zhiling was not only exhausted and panting, but also moaning.

When Lin Zhiling finally managed to squeeze the thong all the way into her vagina as Xing Qinghong requested, she was covered in sweat and collapsed on Xing Qinghong.

However, Xing Qinghong, who should have been very excited, still calmly stretched out his fingers and pinched the last small piece of thong fabric that was still sticking out of Lin Zhiling's labia, and calmly said, "Don't be lazy, Miss Ailin."

"Brother Xing, you're so mean, you're not putting in any effort!"

"Put in what effort? Do you think I'm paying you to have your way? Get to work properly!"

Lin Zhiling sobbed pitifully, "But your weird ideas are making my pussy hurt so much."

This was the truth, because no matter how fine the fabric of the thong was, it was still much rougher than the skin of a man's penis. The intense friction just now didn't hurt during the passion, but now she could really feel that her tender flesh might have been chafed.

Xing Qinghong pinched the strip of fabric protruding from her labia and pulled it towards her clitoris, making Lin Zhiling start moaning and writhing again.

"Oh... Brother Xing, if you don't let go, how can I get it in?"

"Do you want me to help you?"

Lin Zhiling coquettishly kissed Xing Qinghong, using her signature sweet talk: "Then let's do it on the bed, okay?"

Xing Qinghong laughed: "I mean: I can help you put this in," as he spoke, he used a strip of cloth to tease Lin Zhiling's clitoris, "If you want to be penetrated, you have to do it yourself."

"But my pussy really hurts..."

"Then let's try the asshole."

"Brother Xing, you're so annoying, you always use such weird tricks..."

"Playing with an asshole is nothing special. If you want something weird, I have plenty. I'll give you one..."

Lin Zhiling was afraid he would make some perverted request again, so she quickly kissed his lips to stop him from continuing. She lifted her buttocks, letting his still erect penis leave her vagina, and moved her body forward, preparing to serve him with her anal flower. However, because Xing Qinghong was sitting too upright, Lin Zhiling was already pressed against Xing Qinghong's body, with his face buried in her breasts through his thin shirt. The glans could only reach the space between her vagina and anus. Yin said

, "You got angry when I said your technique was bad. Let me teach you. Lean back and support yourself with your hands."

As he spoke, he pulled Lin Zhiling's hands away from his neck and bent them behind her, making her arch her back. She used her hands, which were placed on either side of his knees and supporting the front edge of the sofa, to support her upper body weight.

Xing Qinghong stared at the model kneeling between his legs, her body displaying a beautiful curve above his thighs, and smiled with satisfaction: "Your figure is better than any prostitute who charges ten dollars a night. Let's test if your asshole is worth a night." "Thirty thousand US dollars, please."

He reached out and cupped her firm, elastic buttocks, enjoying the caress of those alluring, mysterious mounds while moving the small chrysanthemum hidden between her breasts above his erect penis.

Lin then realized she had been tricked by Xing Qinghong. Because of her current position, to support her suspended upper body, her hands and feet were completely immobile, leaving her at Xing Qinghong's mercy

. When Xing Qinghong freed his hands, he grabbed Lin Zhiling and placed her beside his hips... As her beautiful ankles were lifted into the air, Lin Zhiling could only scream helplessly, allowing the man's penis to slowly penetrate her anus using her own weight.

When Xing Qinghong had her legs draped over his shoulders, his thick penis was already fully inside Lin Zhiling's rear.

"You slut, so you like anal sex. You even put on so much lubricant, it's not very effective at all."

Lin Zhiling pursed her lips, feeling infinitely wronged, and let him mock her, only able to retort in a flattering manner: "I washed myself clean so it would be easier for you to play with me."

In fact, although she was forced into this dishonorable profession, she still couldn't accept such perverted behavior as anal sex. It seemed that every man who bought her body insisted on exploring every hole in her body, with almost none willing to spare her anus. At

first, she didn't know any better, and her anus was torn countless times before she learned to apply lubricant to her back door before receiving clients. Plus, her rectum had been loosened by the repeated use, which reduced the risk of further injury.

"Do you want me to help you take the thong out of your vagina?"

Lin Zhiling tilted her head back, which was hanging upside down off the sofa.

"Then how will you thank me?" Lin Zhiling nodded frantically.

"Of course, I know what he wants. Although she cursed inwardly, she obediently used her feet to support herself on Xing Qinghong's shoulders, moving her hips up and down to let Xing Qinghong enjoy the pleasure of thrusting into her anus.

But this position was really too tiring. After moving dozens of times, Lin Zhiling's limbs were already weak and she was sweating profusely. Meanwhile,

her vagina was experiencing another kind of annoying discomfort, simply because Xing Qinghong pretended to keep his promise and actually began to pull the strip of cloth out of her vagina. The cloth stuffed into her vagina rubbed against her tender flesh, causing Lin Zhiling to moan repeatedly.

Lin Zhiling couldn't take it anymore. She said she went to the gym regularly every day to maintain her figure and stamina for working overtime, but tonight, she had just gotten off a plane and wasn't adjusted to the time difference, so she was incredibly sleepy. Furthermore, Xing Qinghong's position was particularly strange, using muscles she didn't normally use. After a series of intense movements, her whole body ached, and the head-down, feet-up position made her head feel dizzy and swollen

. What Lin Zhiling couldn't stand was that after serving Xing Qinghong for almost half an hour, letting him play with both her front and back holes, his little brother was still proudly erect. Even more discouraging was that Xing Qinghong still maintained a cold, expressionless face, showing no excitement or passion whatsoever. At this rate, she didn't know when she could rest that night. She had no choice

but to resort to her signature move, pleading in a coquettish voice, "Brother Xing, you're so good at this! My little hole is so itchy! My slutty little cunt wants to kiss your little brother! Please..."

"My little brother is busy relieving the itch in your horny asshole. Let me just use my fingers to satisfy your craving first."

"No! I want your little brother!"

"Once you've tasted the flavor of my fingers, I guarantee you won't love a man's penis anymore."

Ignoring Lin Zhiling's objections, his stubby index finger ruthlessly invaded the woman's most private and sacred place.

As the owner of a female slave ranch, Xing Qinghong lived up to his reputation as a master of training. He only used the pad of his index finger to rub around the little hole twice, and the number one model, who always appeared innocent and pure in front of the Chinese people, reached a humiliating climax under his manipulation.

Xing Qinghong had been involved in the underworld in his youth and had learned some hard kung fu such as Iron Palm. He wasn't very good at kung fu, but the training method of constantly stabbing his bare hands with hot iron sand being heated in a large pot made his fingertips exceptionally rough. In addition, he was very familiar with women. Even an experienced prostitute couldn't resist the rough, sandpaper-like touch of his fingers rubbing her most sensitive G-spot. No wonder Lin Zhiling, who had been teased for half a day, surrendered in less than a minute.

Xing Qinghong looked triumphantly at the beauty, who was now dazed by his ministrations, and pressed his advantage, forcing his other index finger into her still-contracting vagina.

Lin Zhiling, still reeling from her orgasm, cried out, experiencing another climax. This time, the stimulation came from two thumbs vigorously digging at her clitoris outside her vagina, and from his left index finger hooked on her G-spot, forcefully pulling open her vaginal opening. But the most alluring sensation was the friction of his own penis, inserted into Lin Zhiling's rectum, against the vaginal walls. His right index finger

watched as the sweet face of the woman hailed as the most beautiful woman in the country was distorted and deformed by two consecutive orgasms. The originally delicate and lovely features were twisted into a sadistic beauty, causing Xing Qinghong to finally ejaculate his

hot semen like a high-pressure enema, which went deep into Lin Zhiling's body.

Her two private orifices were experiencing the most pleasurable orgasm, while the other was being tortured in the most humiliating way, leaving Lin Zhiling wanting to cry but

unable to. Xing Qinghong, who had just ejaculated, seemed unsatisfied. He placed the woman's legs, which were hanging on his shoulders, on the armrests of the sofa chair, and then used his hands, still covered with Lin Zhiling's semen, to grab the neck of the woman lying across his thighs. She pulled Lin Zhiling up, so that she was sitting face-to-face in Xing Qinghong's lap again.

"Take off your top and let me see your famous breasts. Let's see if they've been flattened by a horse."

Like a submissive wife, Lin Zhiling obediently unhooked her bra, revealing her perfect breasts, which were shaped like bowls from the front and teardrops from the side, to the man without any cover.

Xing Qinghong released his hands from her neck and shamelessly began to play with her two full, snow-white breasts

. "If anyone says your breasts are fake in the future, I can vouch for you and guarantee that your two full breasts are absolutely real... Hahaha..."

Lin Zhiling thought to herself: If I'm willing to let people play with me like this, why would I need anyone to vouch for me? She still obsequiously explained, "It's because I've been using breast enhancement and slimming secrets intensively for the past three years that my breasts are more full and firm, which is why there's been some gossip."

"I've had many photos and posters of you collected, but I don't think I've ever seen your nipples. I originally thought they'd been played with and smeared black, so you were afraid to show them to people, but they're actually quite bright red!"

"Brother Xing, you always bully me; if I didn't like you, why would you let me do this… this…"

"You don't need to flatter me. Just looking at the skin tone of your chest, so consistent with your whole body, unlike a respectable woman who always wears a bra, whose breasts are a pale white from never being exposed to sunlight, I know you spend more time with your upper body exposed than covered by clothes."

"Brother Xing, you're wronging her again. Although it's very common for us models not to wear bras, besides the fact that our breasts are larger than average and therefore uncomfortable, it's mainly because it's hard to find bras that fit our breast shape. But just because we wear bras less doesn't mean we're showing them off all the time. On the contrary, as you said, to maintain the skin tone of our breasts in harmony with our entire body, so as not to ruin

the aesthetics when showcasing certain revealing outfits, we don't even dare to sunbathe or swim." "Not showing them off to others? I've seen at least three hundred, if not five hundred, doctors and nurses in Dalian hospitals who have seen your breasts."

"Don't talk nonsense. Whether they're real or fake doctors, they wear nipple covers 24 hours a day from the moment they enter the hospital until they leave."

"I don't believe it." Xing Qinghong, with his rough fingers that had just brought her to orgasm, pinched Lin Zhiling's two pink nipples and said with a lewd grin, "Tell me honestly, how many men have touched these two nipples of yours?"

“Three…oh…ten…oh…thirty…oh…stop it, I can’t take it anymore…ah…help…”

“It seems your nipples are your erogenous zone. And coincidentally, I’m an expert at teasing women’s nipples. If you don’t tell the truth, I guarantee your moans will be heard throughout the entire Sahara Hotel.”

“Oh…no…no…”

“Hmm, you don’t believe me? Fine…”

"I believe...I believe...I'll talk...I'll talk..." Lin Zhiling, her nipples being rapidly spun by Xing Qinghong like beads, screamed, her head drenched in cold sweat and her whole body covered in goosebumps, "Thirty, really not thirty...Oh...Stop it!"

Xing Qinghong chuckled slowly, "Don't rush, don't rush, let's calculate carefully, how many husbands do I have?" But his hands didn't slow down; instead, they increased the intensity.

"Twenty-nine, twenty-nine, I calculated it before I came."

"Who was your first man? Tell me!"

With Xing Qinghong holding her captive, Lin Zhiling had no room for thought or excuses, and honestly answered, "I don't know."

"You dare not talk!" Suddenly, he shoved Lin Zhiling away, leaving her upper body dangling in front of him, pulled by her two nipples.

Lin Zhiling screamed and quickly wrapped her arms around Xing Qinghong's neck, pulling her back against his chest. She obediently answered, "No, no, I didn't mean I wouldn't talk! I just really don't know who my first man was! My first time was a gang rape!"

"Interesting. How old were you when this happened?"

"It happened last year, I was thirty."

"What…" This answer was completely unexpected for Xing Qinghong. "Lin Zhiling, hailed as the most beautiful woman in the country, is still a virgin at thirty? Who would believe that? Tell me the whole truth!"

Lin Zhiling closed her eyes, lost in painful memories: "It happened on the day the sales case I was working on as the model for that real estate marketing ad that made me famous was closed."

Xing Qinghong knew about this real estate marketing ad case: Lin Zhiling had been working part-time as a print media model since she was a teenager. Although she had always been diligent and strived for success, she had never encountered a good role model. Now, an opportunity has presented itself. For over a decade, she had remained a second-rate model in the industry until last year when she landed this real estate marketing endorsement deal. Through a five-story billboard erected in the heart of the capital, men across the country became captivated by Lin Zhiling: wearing a bikini top that clearly revealed her cleavage, hot pants that barely covered her hips, and displaying an innocent smile.

"I've been in the industry for over a decade, and I never attended any social events or activities outside of work. But this deal made me an overnight sensation. The homeowner held a thank-you dinner to celebrate the 100% sales rate..." "I was invited by Yi, and my trusted agent, Teacher Qiu, assured me it was just a meal at a restaurant, so I went," Lin Zhiling murmured, her face filled with sorrow. "When Teacher Qiu and I arrived, the large round table in the restaurant, seating twelve, was already occupied by twelve landlords and contractors involved in this case..."

At this point, Lin Zhiling finally couldn't hold back her grief and burst into tears, unable to continue.

This time, Xing Qinghong didn't urge her; instead, he used his tongue to lick away her tears until she calmed down slightly before pressing her for more information.

Lin Zhiling, unwilling to reopen old wounds,... Leaning her head lightly on Xing Qinghong's shoulder, she casually recounted, "Anyway, after taking a sip of the tea the boss handed me, I became hazy. I seemed to hear the boss saying something about everyone getting a share of the profits and everyone coming to collect bonuses. When I came to, I was lying naked on the big round table. The virginity I had preserved for thirty years, which I was going to offer to my husband, had been taken away."

Lin Zhiling touched her still-unrecovering penis and changed the subject, saying, "Let's not talk about these things that spoil Brother Xing's mood anymore. Shall we go to the bed and let your little sister continue to serve you?"

"What? You just finished and you're already getting horny again?"

Lin Zhiling lightly punched Xing Qinghong's already aroused chest with her small fist, complaining, "Brother Xing, you're really biting the hand that feeds you! You don't appreciate my kindness. I was only keeping you company because I was afraid you wanted more. Actually, you, this expert at taking advantage of women, have almost broken my bones, and you still say this to me!"

"I didn't expect you to be so professional. Well then, I'll show you some of my best skills later and let you know what 'enjoyment' really means. However, since we have the rare opportunity to have the top model here, we should at least see your professional fashion show performance. Why don't you give me a private runway show first?"

"I've been stripped naked by you, what kind of fashion show do I need to perform?"

"I still have your 44-inch stockings and Gui's latest sexy high heels," she said, pointing to a roughly two-meter-long, one-meter-wide, half-meter-wide wooden coffee table in front of her seat. "This is perfect for you to use as a runway."

Lin Zhiling thought: Anyway, I can't get away tonight, so showing off my figure is better than being penetrated. She covered her private parts with her right hand, crossed her left forearm across her chest to cover her other two points, stepped onto the wooden coffee table, and struck a professional pose.

"Not bad, not bad. I can see you still need to improve as a prostitute, but you really have professional skills as a model."

Lin Zhiling complained in a coquettish voice, both amused and annoyed, "I've never performed topless before."

But ultimately, her experience of being stared at with lustful eyes by men on stage was too much for her to handle. On this small stage, Lin Zhiling seemed to regain her confidence, bending over and striking various beautiful poses. Especially as a professional model, Lin Zhiling knew how to show her most beautiful and photogenic angles, making Xing Qinghong's eyes almost pop out.

"Ha...ha...ha..." …It was definitely worth the ticket price, but performing alone is a bit monotonous.” Turning to the door, he yelled, “Judas!”

Before Lin Zhiling could react, she saw Judas burst through the door and quickly covered her private parts with her hands.

“Miss Lin, let me introduce you. Judas Zheng is my driver and bodyguard—and also your fellow townsman. He graduated from an arts university and was originally an actor in Taiwan after graduation, appearing in several kung fu movies. He only came to the United States at the beginning of the year to develop his career. Actually, you two are in the same industry, right, Judas? I heard you’ve also done some modeling work?”

Judas glanced at the alluring beauty and respectfully reported to Xing Qinghong, "Compared to the popular Miss Lin, we extras are worlds apart. Not only are we incomparable, but I'm not even worthy to carry Miss Lin's shoes."

"However, there are no outsiders here today, so you can accompany Miss Lin and do some fancy moves. If you do well, you'll be specially allowed to carry her shoes later."

Judas Zheng bowed obediently to Lin Zhiling and said, "Please give me your guidance, Miss Lin."

Xing Qinghong chuckled wickedly, "You need to change into your costume first, otherwise how can this play be performed?"

Judas Zheng, understanding the situation, quickly stripped himself naked

without waiting for his boss's orders. He stepped onto the coffee table, which was being used as a performance stage, and approached the still-dazed Lin Zhiling from behind. Gently, he took the beauty's wrists and slowly but firmly spread her arms, revealing Lin Zhiling's shapely figure and all her private parts to Boss Xing, allowing him to savor them at his leisure.

When Judas Zheng pressed his strong, youthful chest against Lin Zhiling's smooth, delicate back, both of them simultaneously... Judas , his body stiffening,

pressed his lips against Lin Zhiling's fragrant shoulder, bringing his mouth close to her ear and whispering apologetically, "It's the boss's order, I have no choice but to carry it out, please forgive me, Miss Lin." He then began to manipulate her body behind her, changing positions

to showcase her beautiful figure in front of the audience. This was Lin Zhiling's profession; she had extensive experience working alongside male models, even in physical contact. Judas Zheng didn't take advantage of her, but rather displayed their figures respectfully.

This only made Lin Zhiling more uncomfortable. She had truly poured countless hours of blood and sweat into her professional modeling career, not, as outsiders might think, rely solely on natural talent and luck to easily become a top model. But now, in this room, Xing Qinghong was using her prized professional skills as a form of sexual entertainment to satisfy his own needs.

While Lin Zhiling was still wallowing in self-pity, Xing Qinghong produced a spray bottle from somewhere and tossed it to Juda, who was kneeling at her feet, posing with her on his shoulders. S

Zheng caught the spray can and sprayed it vigorously into his crotch.

Lin Zhiling knew they were up to something new, but she was helpless and decided to pretend not to notice, turning to the side to continue displaying his perfect side profile.

S Zheng pressed against her back again, placing his hands in front of her and gently pressing down on her hip bones, even pressing his penis, which he had been avoiding touching Lin Zhiling's body, against her buttocks.

"Miss Lin, I'm sorry, I've offended you."

Lin Zhiling was already prepared and sighed helplessly, "It's alright, come on."

Judas Zheng knew his boss was still waiting and dared not delay any longer. In fact, he was already burning with desire. He no longer pretended to maintain his composure. His hands, which were originally on her hips, slightly spread her thighs apart, and he leaned forward, pressing Lin Zhiling's upper body forward as well. His already swollen and purplish-red glans pressed against the entrance of her honey hole.

Although he murmured in her ear with a tone that was a little inferior, a little pleading for forgiveness, and a little excited about his dream come true, "Sister Lin... it's a pity that it's in this situation with you... although I'm very happy..." his penis continued to thrust in without hesitation.

"The thirtieth man," Lin Zhiling thought to herself, "and a man who doesn't have to pay, a freeloader."

When his penis reached her cervix, Lin Zhiling, who had no "sexual interest," still let out a lewd moan that was hard to tell if it was pleasure or complaint.

"Bring me closer so I can see it clearly."

Judas Zheng, following orders, lifted Lin Zhiling from behind his knees. He held her like a little girl being held while urinating, and with his penis still inside her, Lin Zhiling blushed crimson with shame. Xing Qinghong, excited, rose and approached their entwined bodies.

"Judas, you've got some skills," he said, "you've got this beauty all aroused and engorged in just a short while." He flicked Lin Zhiling's nipples with his finger.

"No…" Lin Zhiling screamed, trying to block Xing Qinghong's lewd hands, but nearly lost her balance and fell towards him. She lunged forward, desperately grabbing Zheng's neck with both hands to steady herself, but this left her completely at Xing Qinghong's mercy.

Xing Qinghong took the spray can Zheng had just used and frantically sprayed it on his now-awakened penis.

"Your slutty antics just now made me ejaculate prematurely. This time, I'll show you my real skills."

Lin Zhiling thought: Damn, what kind of Indian aphrodisiac is this? That's not real skill, but she still pretended to beg for mercy: "No, Brother Xing, you've already made me faint twice. Brother Xing, you have to be gentle, or I can't take it."

"Don't be afraid, Judas and I will be very gentle, right, Judas?"

Although she knew it was probably difficult to escape the fate of being played with by two men, Lin Zhiling still made a last-ditch effort: "Brother Xing, let me serve you! Brother Zheng, please put my sister down."

"No rush, no rush, let Judas do the hard work, we can just enjoy ourselves."

"Yes, sir!" Before Lin Zhiling could react, Judas Zheng had already pulled the beautiful woman, whose legs were wide open and whose vagina was still filled with his penis, towards Xing Qinghong.

"No! What are you doing! Stop! No! Help!" Lin Zhiling cried out incoherently, her voice completely different from her previous coquettish tone, because she was terrified by Xing Qinghong's actions: he was actually moving his penis towards the vagina that Judas Zheng had already penetrated from behind.

Xing Qinghong ignored Lin Zhiling's screams and cries, and instead laughed triumphantly: "Don't keep calling for Miss Ailin now, there will be more later..." "It's time for you to cry out slowly."

She pulled apart the two delicate labia tightly covering Judas Zheng's penis, her swollen, purplish-red penis pressed against the other, equally swollen, purplish-red penis, thrusting towards the tender opening.

"Mercy... Brother Xing... Mercy..."

When Xing Qinghong's glans squeezed into the remaining narrow gap between Judas Zheng's penis and clitoris, Lin Zhiling was on the verge of madness. No longer afraid of falling to the ground, she released her hands that were tightly holding Judas Zheng, and violently pushed away Xing Qinghong, who was thrusting closer and closer.

"You can't do this! It'll tear!" "

Undeterred, Xing Qinghong continued to laugh smugly, 'Don't worry, Miss Lin. A woman like you who hasn't had children might find the first time with two dicks a bit tough, but after this, I guarantee you'll never want to play with a single one again!'

Overwhelmed with excitement, Lin Zhiling felt a wave of dizziness and fainted, her body limply pressed against Xing Qinghong.

'Damn, she's so delicate. I'll carry her to bed and wait until she wakes up before doing it again. I don't want her to miss out on the wonderful moment of losing her virginity, and then miss out on the wonderful moment of two dicks in one vagina again.'

Chapter Six,

September 14th, p10:00,

Youyou " Lin Zhiling woke up to find herself lying in bed. However, as she struggled to sit up, she realized she was actually lying on top of a man, with his penis inserted into her vagina. Fortunately, the fullness of her vagina told her there was only one penis inside.

The stimulation that had awakened her was the waves of pleasure emanating from her most sensitive nipples.

Unable to bear the stimulation, Lin Zhiling barely managed a slight gasp before hearing Xing Qinghong, who was standing beside the bed, wantonly playing with her nipples, report: "Miss Lin seems to be awake. Should we…?"

"Then let's not waste time. Go for it! I've already arranged for her manager to take them to our club at midnight. If there's not enough time and Miss Lin isn't satisfied with being fucked, you'll be held responsible."

Judas Zheng knew his boss meant that if he couldn't get his large, long-lasting penis to arouse before midnight, he'd be in trouble. He quickly took over the job of rubbing the woman's nipples from his boss, and then used his arms to tightly hug Lin Zhiling, who was lying on top of him. Xing

Qinghong took a step forward, stepped onto the bed, and squeezed his penis into her already full, tender vagina.

When Lin Zhiling felt a tearing pain, the glans had already squeezed in, and her labia tightly wrapped around the indentation between Xing Qinghong's penis and the glans, preventing his penis from advancing any further.

Lin Zhiling was not an ordinary prostitute; not many men could afford to play with her. In addition, she didn't have a regular sexual partner. Apart from the night she lost her virginity, she had only been penetrated by a dozen men. From her pink and tender labia, it was clear that she was different from those prostitutes who took a dozen clients a night and whose labia were played with until they were black.

Being shoved with two penises at the same time—even experienced prostitutes rarely experience this, let alone the fact that Xing Qinghong and Judas Zheng's genitals, aided by drugs, were one or two sizes larger than the average man's. The torment Lin Zhiling endured was beyond the comprehension of others.

"Brother Xing...please spare me...as long as you don't do it both at once, you can do whatever you want with me."

"I say, Miss Zhiling, your Brother Xing has only one hobby in this life: to ensure that every woman I've been with will never forget the pleasure of being penetrated by me. In the ten days I've bought you, I guarantee that every time you're fucked, you'll have a different feeling, and every time will be unforgettable. This double penetration is just an appetizer."

"You're too perverted! I don't want your business anymore! Let me go!"

“Miss Lin, didn’t your agent teach you properly? This job is about the buyer’s word, not yours as the seller who can just sell or not sell as you please.”

Xing Qinghong, as if to reprimand Lin Zhiling, suddenly thrust his hips forcefully. Amidst Lin Zhiling’s screams, Xing Qinghong’s penis pushed in another centimeter or two.

Looking at the beauty who was screaming herself hoarse, Xing Qinghong said smugly, “So what if I let you have two dicks in? I pay you thirty thousand US dollars a night. You know, in China, a one-night stand costs at most thirty US dollars. You motherfucker, I can find a thousand at once…” "It's reasonable for someone to penetrate you. For you, Miss Lin, to call me a pervert is really going too far. But the greatest satisfaction for a man when he's having sex with a woman comes from the soft, sweet cries and pleasurable moans of a woman being conquered. If I liked hearing your screams now, I could just kill a pig or a chicken."

He leaned down and kissed Lin Zhiling's pale lips, which were gaping like a dead fish's. He continued, "If you keep screaming like a pig being slaughtered, I'll really let you experience the feeling of being a thousand-man slayer in one night. But considering your special status as a top model, if you..." "After we've had a good, enjoyable moaning session and you're fully inside, let's change positions right away, okay?"

Lin Zhiling had no choice but to tilt her head back and nod in agreement. "Moaning, please!

" Xing Qinghong urged as he began to thrust again.

"So comfortable!" Although it sounded like she was crying or moaning, Lin Zhiling still tried her best to hum, "So good, so fulfilling, so exciting..." But whether it was because Lin Zhiling's vagina

was really too narrow, or because Xing Qinghong was deliberately torturing her, after inserting about a third of his penis, he couldn't go any further.

Udas Zheng, while encouraging her in her ear, said, "Miss Lin, as long as you relax, you can do it. Even a baby's head can go through the vagina, so two penises are nothing." He

then intensified his stimulation of her nipples and clitoris to increase vaginal lubrication.

Lin Zhiling endured the intense pain, believing that a short, sharp pain was better than a long, drawn-out one. She wrapped her long, shapely legs, still clad in high heels and stockings, around Xing Qinghong's waist, helping him increase the force of his penetration. ← He needed to enter quickly.

"If you don't say things I like to hear, that won't count."

"Brother Xing, you're making me so confused I can't think straight, I don't know what to say."

"And you host so many TV shows, do I have to teach you what every woman says every night? Judas, just give her some pointers."

"Does it feel good when Boss Xing fucks you?"

"Yes..."

"How does it feel good?"

"It's itchy, numb, and full..."

"Then why were you crying and screaming in pain just now?"

"...Well...what am I supposed to say?"

"Hurry up and think of a good reason to convince Boss Xing to keep fucking you."

"Because...because...I'm slutty and like being fucked."

“That’s a good reason. Tell Boss Xing how lewd you are.”

Lin Zhiling cried out in humiliation, but in order to end the physical pain as soon as possible, she had to continue humiliating herself to please the perverted man in front of her.

“I… Waaah… I’m shameless… I make a living by selling my body… I like people to see my body… Don’t ask me anymore, please hurry up and put it in.”

Xing Qinghong thought to himself: Lin Zhiling’s utterly unprofessional moaning performance is really not even as good as a prostitute who charges ten dollars a time, but it also indirectly proves that she is not as promiscuous as those supermodels who desperately try to make money.

Thinking of this, Xing Qinghong, with most of his penis still sticking out, smiled with satisfaction: “To be honest, it really hurts my dick from being penetrated so much, Judas, it’s your turn.”

He said, pulling out his penis and lying down on the bed, waiting to enjoy the service.

Judas Zheng quickly picked up the 52-kilogram Lin Zhiling and placed her on Xing Qinghong’s erect penis.

“Boss, I think Miss Lin’s little pussy really can’t fit two dicks. How about we try something different? Otherwise, if we hurt her, you won’t be able to enjoy yourself for the next few days.”

This suggestion was exactly what Xing Qinghong wanted, and he happily went along with it, saying, “I didn’t expect Judas to be so kind. Are you captivated by our top model?”

Judas Zheng chuckled awkwardly, "Boss, why haven't you opened your favorite beautiful feet yet, and you're already inserting them?"

Xing Qinghong reached out and grasped Lin Zhiling's ankle, who was sitting on him, and said, "Miss Lin is known as the number one model. Her sweet face, her unparalleled curves, and her perfect body proportions are indeed impeccable. In addition, her body is flexible, her range of motion is agile, and her posture and body language are perfectly coordinated. No wonder she became a sensation in Hong Kong and Taiwan within a year with her amazing skills. It's no exaggeration to say that she deserves the title; but..." "It's a real shame that her toes are so bad, they're a complete failure!"

Xing Qinghong first removed Lin Zhiling's left high heel, then pulled down her left stocking, and, holding her foot, explained to Judas, "Lin Zhiling is 174 cm tall, and her feet are a full 2 cm long, making her a big-footed woman. This doesn't conform to the Chinese aesthetic of slender, small feet. Moreover, I think it's because she studied dance from a young age, and after becoming a model, she wore high heels for long periods, causing her toes to become bent and deformed." "If a foot isn't on a top model, I wouldn't even look at it."

Although Lin Zhiling often complained about her feet: they were 2 meters long, and she could never find shoes that fit in regular stores; trendy and cute shoes were often too small for her. Hours of continuous training and performances every day left her feet blistered, especially with the added stress of wearing high heels. Despite this,

she still put a lot of effort into taking care of her feet. Every morning before leaving the house, she would trim them to the perfect length and carefully apply a beautiful manicure to her toenails. Every night before bed, she would exfoliate, moisturize, and whiten her feet. Her feet were so smooth and whiter than many women's faces, she would easily

give them a 90 out of 100. She never expected Xing Qinghong to massage her feet like that, criticizing them as if she were picking out pig's feet at a market. Lin Zhiling felt utterly humiliated.

Even more unexpectedly, Xing Qinghong rudely pushed her off the bed, angrily saying, "This is disgusting!"

Lin Zhiling, thrown off the bed, looked up at Xing Qinghong in surprise, but what she saw next shocked her even more: Judas Zheng was lying in Xing Qinghong's arms, letting Xing Qinghong's penis penetrate his anus.

Lin Zhiling also saw Judas Zheng, with his back to Xing Qinghong, tears welling in his eyes, revealing an expression perhaps even more heartbreaking than when she herself had been humiliated.

Watching the two men who had just been having sex with her now putting on a show of fighting like demons on the bed, Lin Zhiling felt nauseous and wanted to vomit.

Chapter Seven,

September 15th, 0:00 AM.

Midnight in all major American cities is like a dead city,

but in Las Vegas, located in the middle of the Mohamed Desert, midnight is the most exciting time of day.

The 30 super-large casino hotels on Las Vegas Strip, under their glamorous exteriors, package unique commercial... Unlike traditional hotels, the Las Vegas Strip hotels sell more than just rooms. They offer guests imaginative and joyful themes, combining accommodation, casinos, shopping, dining, and entertainment into a multi-functional space.

These hotels are no longer just hotels, but theme parks, show venues, shopping malls, museums, and casinos—each a unique and themed attraction.

Lin Zhiling, along with her agent Qiu Li and assistant Wang Huizhen, led by Xing Qinghong and Judas Zheng, wander through the hotel's lavish casino, enveloped in a joyful atmosphere created by dazzling sound and light effects, interspersed with occasional shouts of surprise from winners. Even Lin Zhiling almost forgot the humiliation she had just suffered, a testament to the hotel designers' masterful ability to create a joyful atmosphere

. Although tourists from all over the world didn't know Lin Zhiling's name, Lin Zhiling, freshly washed and dressed in a white floral dress that revealed her smooth right shoulder and jade-like arm, still attracted the attention of passersby. Her

lovely face, flowing long hair, and the large pink bow on her left shoulder made her look like a porcelain doll straight out of an Eastern fairy tale. However, beneath the short skirt, only a few thin ropes tied around her feet revealed her slender and shapely legs, making her seem like a primitive and sexy goddess from a mysterious country. Men and women passing by couldn't help but glance at her.

Despite the unpleasantness of yesterday still lingering in her heart, Lin Zhiling, who was used to showing a cheerful demeanor in front of people, still generously offered a sweet smile, making the surrounding tourists feel flattered.

Xing Qinghong was like a king on a royal tour, proudly accompanied by beautiful female slaves and servants. Arriving at his kingdom—the Silver Mine Dynasty Private Club—located in a secluded corner of the casino lobby,

the club's postmodern-style doors, constructed of gleaming metal, resembled the entrance to a mechanical castle. A pair of monstrous figures, seemingly mimicking Chinese guardian lions, stood

guard at the entrance. Wang Huizhen looked around anxiously, unable to find her way in. Judas Zheng, following behind her, smiled and produced a gleaming silver magnetic card, scanning it before the monstrous figures. The massive metal door silently opened, revealing a dark passageway behind it, giving the illusion of a monster opening its mouth to devour someone.

"This is a private club; we don't accept ordinary guests," Judas explained to Wang Huizhen. "By the way, Miss Wang, are you over twenty? According to US government regulations, those under twenty are not allowed to enter the Silver Mine Dynasty Private Club."

"Why? Even though she's over eighteen, it's not allowed?"

"I'm afraid not, because our performance is quite erotic." Xing Qinghong smiled and handed Wang Huizhen two hundred US dollars. "This is probably the only downside of being young, little sister. Why don't you go wander around by yourself? We'll take you to the ranch this afternoon, okay?"

"Okay!" Wang Huizhen was already uncomfortable going to a brothel with a bunch of stinky men, and was happy to have a chance to escape. "Then, Sister Lin, do you want to go shopping with me?"

Xing Qinghong quickly answered for Lin Zhiling, "Miss Lin is here to learn the essence of other people's performances. Little sister, you go have fun by yourself."

Wang Huizhen waved playfully to everyone, watching them enter the corridor.

Lin Zhiling reluctantly followed behind them, walking through the long, dark corridor.

"Wow, Mr. Xing, your security is amazing!" Qiu Li exclaimed. "There's even a metal detector gate!"

"This is to prevent guests from bringing in photographic equipment."

"What kind of performance requires such caution? I'm really looking forward to it!"

"Brother Qiu, don't be impatient, we're almost there."

Xing Qinghong pushed a hand against a dark wall, and deafening music leaked

out Behind the door was a large, fan-shaped, dark room. All the lights were focused on a stage at the apex of the fan.

A waitress dressed as a bunny girl led the group to the front of the stage,

to a specially reserved VIP box. Speaking of shows, you wouldn't know there are so many different kinds of performances to see in the world until you've been to Las Vegas: superstar shows, musicals, magic shows, French-style Lido shows, Broadway musicals, circus and acrobatic performances, talk shows, lougesho… the variety is endless.

The performance currently on stage is a musical that emphasizes audience interaction; although it's already halfway through, because the plot isn't complicated, Lin Zhiling and Qiu Li quickly understood

the gist of the story:

In the early 19th century… A blonde woman, a pioneer in the desolate city of Las Vegas, bought a silver mine and began working with a group of black slaves

. By chance, the beautiful mistress took a liking to a strong, muscular male slave and made him her master. However, this same slave's fiancée from his hometown had also been sold into slavery at the mine.

One day, the slave, now the mine's master, was comforting his first love, who was being abused by the mistress, when the mistress witnessed it. The story reaches its climax when

the mistress, enraged, prepares to execute the slave. The male slave, for the sake of his first love, kneels before his mistress, begging for forgiveness:

"Why should I keep this treacherous little bitch?" The queen roars angrily,

"She's strong and robust, the strongest slave in the mine; she can do the work of ten men..." The male slave, awkwardly positioned, pleads for his beloved:

"Fine, go strip her naked and let me see how fit she is!"

"It's unfair for you to evaluate this!" The man, a captive, risked his life to plead for his beloved.

At this moment, the background music abruptly stopped, drawing all the audience's attention to

the woman on stage. She addressed the audience, "Then we'll find a fair gentleman to judge."

Before she could finish speaking, Judas Zheng grabbed Qiu Li's hand and raised it high.

The actress, sensing the situation, approached Qiu Li and invited her on stage. Qiu Li, already subdued by Judas, was about to be dragged onto the stage.

What followed was a sensual performance that left the entire audience regretting not being as quick as Qiu Li.

The brown-haired, dark-skinned beauty, having just had an affair, removed her shirt, revealing a well-toned, muscular physique.

Judas Zhu Lin Zhiling introduced, "This black girl is called Oia. She was the heavyweight champion of the 2003 IFBB powerlifting competition and also holds the Slymia title."

The black beauty Oia pulled Qiu Li's hand, letting him freely caress her body. Following Qiu Li's hand, she struck various poses, like practicing Chinese Kung Fu, channeling her energy into the muscles Qiu Li was touching—

from the towering, mountain-like bipedal spines to the distinct eight-pack abs. Qiu Li was no longer just touching her; he excitedly leaned his entire body against Oia.

"Fair gentleman, would you like to see my lower body?"

Before Qiu Li could understand, the audience below shouted in unison, "Yes!"

"That fair gentleman, you have to do it yourself; otherwise, if I take my pants off myself, the master will accuse me of seducing a man."

Amidst the thunderous shouts of "Take them off! Take them off! Take them off!" from the audience, Qiu Li complied with the crowd's demands, unfastening the elastic band at the waistband of the black beauty OIA's pants and moving them down her legs towards her feet.

Grabbing OIA's 38-inch massive buttocks with both hands, Qiu Li exclaimed in surprise, "Wow! Even her buttocks, which are mostly fatty tissue, are as hard as two rocks!" Her hands followed the oil-coated, shiny, and strong legs to her calves, which were also hardened like two rocks. "Damn! It's like touching a marble statue!

" Kneeling at OIA's feet, Qiu Li stared intently at the soles of her feet as she strained to stand on her toes.

The woman, entirely black and gleaming, had a fair complexion except for her teeth and the whites of her eyes; her palms and soles were also a rosy white.

Perhaps due to the contrast, OIA's snow-white feet were so alluring that one couldn't resist the urge to kiss them. Unable to resist the temptation, Qiu Li actually stuck out his tongue and licked the soles of her feet.

OIA, whose entire body was tense and taut, suddenly seemed like a martial arts master using Iron Shirt or Golden Bell techniques, her vital points struck. Suddenly, her muscles trembled violently, she curled up into a ball, and a silvery, breathless laugh escaped her lips:

"Fair gentleman, please spare my life!"

"Ha! Ha! Ha! So you're still alive! I really thought you were a marble statue! Seeing how nice your laugh is, your tongue must still be soft, not turned to stone."

"Fair gentleman, besides my tongue, there are two other places I can't get hard."

"Besides your tongue, what other part of you is soft?"

"Fair gentleman, my nipples and labia can't get hard either."

Upon hearing this, the audience's emotions were ignited again, filled with screams and whistles, finally culminating in a unified shout: "Inspect! Inspect!" Oia, with a shout

, unhooked her bikini bra, bringing her magnificent breasts to Qiu Li's front. She clasped her hands behind her head, tensing her pectoral muscles before pleading, "Fair gentleman, the mine slave is awaiting your inspection."

Qiu Li, of course, wouldn't be polite. He first tested the hardness of her breasts with his dragon claw hand; they were indeed as hard as mountains. Then, he used his signature "Buddha's Flower-Splitting Smile" move, pinching the two black pearls at the peaks.

"Are Blackie's nipples naturally purplish-black? Or did you go too far and make them black? Or was the male lead so engrossed in his acting that he pinched them until they were bruised?"

Oia, quite into character, answered according to the script: "Fair gentleman, we mine slave girls are the property of our master. We are not allowed to use our own bodies without the master's permission. Only guards who receive rewards from the mistress can use our sexual organs."

Qiu Li also cooperated by asking the blonde woman playing the beautiful mine mistress: "Then can I borrow your property?"

The blonde woman exaggeratedly addressed the audience: "The fair person we found is captivated by this slave girl. Can we still trust his evaluation report?"

The audience chimed in, some in agreement, some in disagreement.

The blonde woman pushed Qiu Li and Oia, who was only wearing a small pair of underwear, to the front of the stage: "Then let's hear what this gentleman has to say. But before this gentleman comments on your body, Blackie, please report your measurements to everyone!"

"Yes, Master, I am 172cm tall, weigh 70kg, with measurements of 40-28-38, head 0m, thighs 5m."

"My assessment is: among China's billions of people, even among men, you can't find many with such strong arms and legs," Qiu Li said, greedily stroking the black beauty's firm muscles. "What's even more remarkable is that her face is so sweet, not inferior to any of my models. It would be such a waste to only use her as cattle or horses."

"So, ladies," the mine owner raised her voice and shouted to the audience, "Should we ask this Eastern gentleman to help us evaluate whether this female slave is suitable as a sex slave?"

This time, the audience's cheers almost lifted the roof off.

"However..." the blonde white woman deliberately kept everyone in suspense until the room was silent before continuing, "Should we also invite this Eastern gentleman's beautiful companion to come up on stage and compare her with OIA to see who is more suitable as a sex slave?"

The two male actors playing black slaves... Amidst deafening cheers, he ran offstage, grabbed Lin Zhiling who was screaming along with the crowd, and rushed onto the stage. In his haste, he even pulled out a pair of eye masks studded with purple sequins, resembling those worn by a bat-woman

, and put them on her. At that moment, two steel rings, about 20 centimeters in diameter and suspended in mid-air by chains, descended from the stage. A group of male actors hurriedly handcuffed Lin Zhiling and OIA, then raised their hands and locked them to the steel rings respectively.

The blonde, fair-skinned beauty approached Lin Zhiling with a grin: "Beautiful lady, what's your name?"

"Zhiling."

“Zhi Ling, OIA just told everyone about her figure, so please tell everyone your measurements too.”

Lin Zhi Ling found it amusing, and since she was wearing an eye patch, she wasn't afraid of being recognized, so she answered generously: “I’m 174cm tall, weigh 52kg, and my measurements are 34-24-3. But I don’t know how thick my double biceps and thighs are, I only know my leg length is 112cm.”

While Lin Zhi Ling was speaking, the blonde beauty lightly tugged at the bow on her shoulder.

“Hey! What are you doing! Stop it!” Before she could finish speaking, her dress had already fallen to the ground, and to make matters worse: to match this off-the-shoulder dress, Lin Zhi Ling, as usual, wasn’t wearing a bra. ※So she was only slightly shorter than OIA. Adding a pair of strappy high-heeled sandals and a blindfold for a masquerade ball, she was suspended naked on the stage in only her underwear .

The two beautiful black and white bodies on the stage stunned everyone's hearts, and the boisterous club fell silent once more. The

mistress, who was in control of everything, announced, "Let's see which female slave is more ecstatic to men."

With a wave of her hand, about a meter away from the two beautiful bodies, two steel rings slowly descended, one on each side, until they reached almost to the level of the beautiful women's buttocks.

Amidst Lin Zhiling's screams, a group of shirtless black men grabbed her legs and tied her ankles to the two steel rings on either side of her. Lin Zhiling was thus suspended in mid-air, bound to the three steel rings, in a split position, like an upside-down T-shape.

A dozen or so beastly claws took the opportunity to rub against her delicate body, even her sensitive neck, slender waist, and thighs, kneading them without restraint. Even worse, some of the claws that couldn't find a good spot boldly violated her private nipples.

Oia, standing nearby, was also manipulated in the same way, struggling and twisting like Lin Zhiling, trying to escape the strange hands that were constantly caressing her. Perhaps because her armpits, waist, and soles of her feet were being attacked by the men, she let out a silvery laugh instead of the terrified whimpers of Lin Zhiling. Only

after the mine owner leisurely chased away the flies swarming around them did Lin Zhiling catch her breath. But unexpectedly, the blonde beauty beside her suddenly ripped off her panties.

Lin Zhiling was both shocked and terrified. It was her profession to flaunt her beautiful figure in front of everyone, and ever since she was tricked by her agent Qiu Li and fell into a trap, being naked in front of men for the past year had become commonplace for her. However, exposing herself completely in front of everyone was a first for her, let alone being suspended in such a shameful position, like a naked lamb waiting to be slaughtered, her vulva wide open.

"Let's see which female slave can make men more excited," the blonde beauty announced, taking two thin wooden sticks from the hands of a little female slave next to her. The

blonde beauty held the two thin wooden sticks high in both hands and showed them to the audience: "Are your penises this thick?"

As soon as these words were spoken, a roar of angry curses came from the audience: "Nonsense! You're fucking insulting people! Both of yours combined aren't as thick as mine... "

"So, if you can squeeze this wooden stick tightly, you can break your penises, right?"

The audience, realizing what the next act was, cheered and screamed.

"This beautiful Eastern woman," the mine owner approached Lin Zhiling, lightly touching her private parts with the wooden stick, and whispered in her ear, "When the competition starts, please squeeze this treasure tightly. Whoever squeezes first and doesn't win loses. The boss told me to tell you: if you lose, you have to take off your blindfold and expose your identity."

Lin Zhiling turned pale with fright and screamed, "No…!" Her trembling sobs were completely unlike her famously sweet and coquettish voice.

The mine owner looked at her terrified expression, completely bewildered. What was so scary about the boss's trick? How could it be so effective!

He turned to the black beauty and instructed, "The boss also said you must win with all your might. Don't embarrass him. If you lose, he said he'll give you a punishment you'll never forget."

"Don't worry, I won't lose to this yellow chicken," Oia replied confidently.

The blonde beauty turned and pointed to the thin wooden stick in her hand, explaining to the audience, "To demonstrate the tightness of the vagina, we've oiled the stick." She pointed to the hooked part at the bottom of the stick, "And every minute, we'll add a 500-gram weight to the female slave. Whoever lets the stick detach from the vagina and fall off first is the loser."

"You go first, suck it in." The mine owner placed the thin wooden stick against Oia's dark labia.

Amidst the gasps of the crowd, Oia, relying on the force of her vaginal contractions, skillfully "sucked" the two-centimeter-diameter, two-centimeter-long wooden stick into her vagina.

A black slave brought out a copper plate filled with weights from backstage. Seeing that the thin wooden stick had been sucked by Oia until only the hook part was exposed outside her vulva, he took a weight and handed it to the

blonde mistress. She hung the ring on the weight on the hook and ordered a timer hourglass on the side of the stage to be turned over.

When the sand in the hourglass reached the mark representing one minute, the blonde woman accurately turned the second weight. The weight added instantly

caused the short stick to slide a third of the way, but it quickly stopped.

The audience applauded and admired Oia's taut, bulging, dark, and glistening muscles, especially her labia minora tightly gripping the stick, and her prominent clitoris, which resembled a boy's penis.

When the third weight was added, Oia's muscles trembled from overexertion.

The laughing audience thought she was faking it, but in reality, Oia was using every ounce of strength to tighten her vagina, barely stopping the stick from sliding away. Even with her palms, she had to squeeze a lubricated stick... Lifting a 1.5-kilogram weight is already a difficult task, let alone using a delicate little pussy.

Oia had practiced diligently for this kind of performance; her vagina was trained to grip the ejaculating penis inside, allowing the penis to remain inside and enjoy her vaginal massage. However, this tightness was only enough to lift three 500-gram weights. Sure enough,

when the fourth weight was attached, the wooden stick inevitably slid slowly out of her vagina

. With a lewd "pop," it finally detached from her vulva and fell to the ground.

"Three and a half minutes!" the mine owner loudly announced. "Next, it's our turn!" "The Eastern female slave enters!"

Lin Zhiling, whose limbs were numb from being suspended, came to her senses and cried out, "I don't want to... You can't... Don't do this... You can't..."

But the blonde beauty just smiled at her, lightly poking her private parts with a wooden stick, and asked teasingly, "Ready? The customer is knocking."

As she spoke, she reached out her free hand and roughly squeezed her breasts, saying, "I didn't expect Chinese girls to have such big, perky breasts. You must be a slut." Suddenly, without warning, she thrust the wooden stick all the way in. Before

Lin Zhiling could even cry out in pain, she heard the blonde beauty shout, "Squeeze tight! The first weight is here!"

"Ah...no...!" The wooden stick kept sliding outwards amidst Lin Zhiling's screams.

Lin Zhiling had only managed to hold on until the fourth weight, thinking the first two weights weren't difficult. Now, experiencing it firsthand, she realized it was completely different.

She had concentrated all her strength on her labia and vaginal opening, but the wooden stick kept sliding outwards. Just as

Lin Zhiling was about to give up, she suddenly felt the beautiful woman beside her tugging at her blindfold.

"No...no, don't pull..."

"Then you'll have to put some effort into your cunt." Her

snow-white thighs, bulging with veins from excessive exertion, combined with her body drenched in fragrant sweat, presented a completely different, lewd image of the beautiful lamb to the slaughter compared to the muscular woman.

But the persistent sensation of a foreign object sliding inside her vagina made Lin Zhiling feel that all her efforts were futile in holding onto this annoying little rod.

However, she couldn't bear the exposure. The thought of domestic newspapers publishing reports like "Lin Zhiling's Full Nude Performance in Las Vegas" would leave her with no choice but to kill herself. She could only desperately tighten her vagina, hoping to leave that hateful foreign object inside her most private cavity.

It felt like an eternity of torment before the hourglass finally reached the mark indicating one minute.

Watching the blonde woman move another 500-gram weight towards her lower body, Lin Zhiling fearfully shook her body, suspended in mid-air by three steel rings, trying to avoid the hand holding the weight, but of course, it was all in vain.

However, Lin Zhiling discovered that she could use her hands to pull herself up, slightly bringing her legs together; but this caused her vagina, which was already close to horizontal, to tilt further towards the ground, making the small wooden stick inside her slide down even faster. Lin Zhiling instinctively bent and contracted her right leg, using her heel to push the stick, which was about to fall out of her vagina, back inside.

The entire audience, seeing the beautiful, mysterious Eastern woman with a blindfold covering half her face, giving a superb performance that seemed like a display of contortion, applauded and cheered excitedly.

Only OIA, still hanging on the stage, angrily shouted, "Foul! Foul!"

In contrast, leaning on... Lin Zhiling, whose flexibility honed through over twenty years of rigorous dance training had given her a sure-fire winning move, couldn't help but secretly smile with delight.

The mine owner then consulted the audience: "Is this considered a foul?"

Some supported the Black Beauty, believing it was a foul, while others thought it wasn't. However, in the end, the entire audience seemed to reach a consensus: they demanded a different competition format so they could continue to enjoy the passionate nude performance of the Black and White Beauties

! The mine owner readily agreed: "Oia, how will you prove to everyone that your vagina can drive men to ecstasy and obsession with your little hole even more than this Eastern beauty's?"

Oia glanced disdainfully at Lin Zhiling beside her, then proudly declared, "My vaginal muscles are as well-trained as the muscles in my body, flexible and adaptable, guaranteed to make any penis that has the honor of visiting me lose all desire for pleasure. Unlike her, who only knows how to perform some physical tricks. Dear master, please untie one of my hands and one of my feet, and I'll show everyone."

The black man playing her fiancé untied her raised right hand and horizontally dangling right foot.

"Does anyone have a can of Coke?" Oia loudly asked the audience below.

The enthusiastic audience immediately handed over a large pile of Pepsi and Coca-Cola.

The mine owner bent down, picked up an aluminum can of Coca-Cola, waved it in front of Oia, and asked, "A lowly female slave has no right to enjoy the most successful product of the United States of America!"

"Dear master," Oia replied obsequiously, "it's not this mouth on top that wants it, but this mouth on the bottom."

"Since your mouth provides sex services to the vast majority of Americans, I'll reward you with a Coke."

Oia didn't waste any more words. She used the bottom of the aluminum can she received to spread her labia, twisting the can as she tried to insert it into her vagina.

Because her left leg was still stretched horizontally, her hips were taut at a 90-degree angle, preventing her vaginal opening from expanding to its fullest extent. Therefore, the aluminum can rubbed against her two dark labia minora with limited progress.

Oia quickly changed her position, slightly bending her thick right leg to relax her hips into a rounded shape, so she could forcefully push the can into her vagina again.

There's a common misconception that Black people are less sexually restrained, but... In fact, regardless of skin color, there are promiscuous women and chaste women. Oia is not a promiscuous woman. Especially in order to strive for advancement in a society that still discriminates against black people, Oia has always avoided, even feared, having sexual relations. Therefore, she has never had a boyfriend since childhood. Especially since she started practicing bodybuilding, she is often mistaken for a lesbian and lacks opportunities to interact with the opposite sex. But unfortunately, her rarely used, tender little hole was forced by Xing Qinghong to perform this perverted vaginal dilation program, which was really painful. It's undeniable that

, for the sake of life and money, he had no choice but to treat it like training his abdominal, chest, and back muscles, as if he were working out his genital muscles.

Finally, amidst Oia's panting, the aluminum can passed through her vaginal opening. As the saying goes, once the head passes, the body passes, making the actual part easier .

With the applause of the audience, the cola can inch by inch invaded Oia's private genitals.

In the end, the entire 300-plus milliliters aluminum can was completely inserted into her vagina. Even more astonishingly, her labia could still close together, "restoring" her vagina to its original state, except for her slightly protruding lower abdomen and protruding... In her private parts, one couldn't tell that a bottle of cola had been brutally inserted into this woman's body.

The blonde mistress deliberately ordered someone to lower OIA's left leg, which was still suspended on the steel ring, and commanded her to keep her legs tightly together, making OIA painfully experience the feeling of her vagina being completely filled.

While enjoying the black beauty's tearful expression, the blonde mistress went behind Lin Zhiling, who had been forgotten to the side, and announced to the audience: "Next, let's see if our Eastern female slave's vagina has the same elasticity as that of the African female slave."

"No, I can't do it! It'll crack!" Lin Zhiling cried out in fear when she saw the Coca-Cola in her hand.

Amidst the cheers of the audience, Judas stepped onto the stage and said, "We Easterners aren't used to Western food."

Lin Zhiling was deeply grateful to Judas Zheng for coming to her rescue, regarding him as her savior and completely forgetting his actions of aiding and abetting the villain in the presidential suite just hours earlier.

However, she didn't expect that Judas Zheng wasn't there to rescue her, but rather on the orders of Boss Xing to send her to hell. The person inside was saying,

"But since she's come to America, we should let her experience the fun of American football, don't you all agree?" As they spoke, they took out an olive-shaped object

. It was much smaller than a real rugby ball, but its length was no shorter than the aluminum can that had just been inserted into Oia's vagina, and its thickest part in the middle was clearly thicker than a Coke can.

While the audience was still wondering: Could they really put something so big into the body of this petite and slender Eastern beauty who looked much smaller than the muscular Oia? Judas Zheng had already begun his operation

. He took out an inflation needle, inserted it into the air hole at one of the tips of the small rugby ball, and released the air. Then he rolled up the deflated rugby ball, making it resemble a rubber stick about 20-30 centimeters long.

Amidst Lin Zhiling's screams, Judas Zheng used the rubber stick like a dildo and inserted it into Lin Zhiling's genitals, which were still spread wide in mid-air.

Because her hands and feet were still tied to three steel rings hanging from the ceiling, Lin Zhiling, suspended in mid-air in an inverted T-shape, had no choice but to be manipulated by Judas Zheng.

Fortunately, the skin of the small rugby ball was probably not too thick, and the folded stick was not too thick either. Lin Zhiling was glad that she could barely accept it,

but she soon realized that she was too... Optimism, or perhaps underestimating Xing Qinghong's cruelty and brutality, was an understatement.

Watching Judas Zheng attach the air pump, brought by a staff member, to the inflatable ball needle still protruding from her labia, Lin Zhiling was not only terrified, her limbs went weak, and she didn't even have the strength to beg for mercy.

But Judas Zheng seemed to think she hadn't been tortured enough, slowly and methodically inflating the ball, letting her fully experience the terrifying feeling of her vagina being constantly stretched.

The surrounding audience stared intently at Lin Zhiling's slowly swelling belly. Lin Zhiling's painful gasps, in the completely silent room, were more moving than a desperate scream. Having

been in the sex industry for almost a year, Lin Zhiling had served several sexually deviant clients, been penetrated by oversized dildos, and even been subjected to masturbation, but compared to today, those were nothing.

When the vagina had been dilated to an unbelievable size, the blonde hostess personally came forward to confirm, "It is indeed fully inflated."

"It seems the Eastern slave girl has a slight edge. As for what kind of punishment the defeated black beauty will receive, I'll tell you tomorrow night. Please continue to enjoy the wonderful performance brought to you by the hot dancers."

The next act, accompanied by deafening music, swayed their graceful bodies and rushed into the crowd to enjoy the audience.

The curtain of the stage area had just fallen, and OIA, who had been untied from her hand and foot restraints with the help of other actors, squatted on the ground without regard for her image, picking at her vulva, trying hard to get the Coke can out

of the half-hanging position. Lin Zhiling, suspended in mid-air, looked at Judas Zheng with pleading eyes, waiting for his help.

"I'm sorry, Miss Lin," Judas Zheng gently wiped the cold sweat from her brow, glanced at Xing Qinghong who was leading Qiu Li onto the stage, and whispered apologetically in Lin Zhiling's ear, "You know, I can't make that decision."

Qiu Li wasn't particularly concerned about the plight of his top models; instead, he stopped and teased Oia, who was crudely probing her vulva, saying, "This can of cola... to have the chance to kiss her is truly blissful."

"Brother Qiu, it seems you're not averse to black women and muscular women?"

"I just like trying new things. Being around models with perfect proportions and fair skin all the time gets boring after a while, doesn't it?"

"Brother Qiu, you're eating abalone and shark fin soup all day, yet you envy someone else's simple vegetables and tofu. Oia, why don't you accompany Mr. Qiu to his room and have some fun? Mr. Qiu is a big player; he has countless beauties under his wing. Don't embarrass our club."

"Yes, boss." Oia, holding the Coke bottle she had just painstakingly pulled from her vagina, was somewhat helpless but could only obediently comply. Naked, she led Qiu Li away.

Xing Qinghong, slowly walking towards Lin Zhiling, exaggeratedly scolded Judas Zheng: "The performance is over! Why haven't you put Miss Lin down yet? The air pump is still attached; it's unsightly!"

Judas Zheng quickly lowered Lin Zhiling from the rings,

but her hands and feet, which had been numb from lack of blood flow, were now being stabbed with excruciating pain with the movement. Combined with her exhaustion, Lin Zhiling could only weakly lean against Judas Zheng.

"This proves once again that abused women develop a psychological dependence on their abusers. But let's go back to the room first before we play."

Although the numbness and tingling in her limbs were unbearable, the unprecedented swelling in her lower abdomen, especially after her legs were slightly closed, felt like it was about to burst. Lin Zhiling had to plead, "Take it out... before we go..."

“It wouldn’t look good in public, would it?” Xing Qinghong pulled off her blindfold, took the bathrobe handed to her by a staff member, and draped it over her shoulders. He urged, “Let’s hurry up, beautiful. Judas and I are almost at our limit. But now, it shouldn’t be a problem for you to serve two penises at once, right?”

Chapter

8 September 15th, 3:00 AM

Lin Zhiling didn’t know how she endured the journey from the club to the presidential suite.

Head down, hands tightly gripping the beltless and buttonless bathrobe, she walked through the bustling casino and hotel lobby, afraid of exposing her naked body, even more afraid of being recognized as Taiwan’s top model

. Generally speaking, when a person is under great psychological pressure, it often helps to ignore the physical pain at the time.

But the terrible stimulation of her private parts still accompanied the psychological torment all the way, destroying Lin Zhiling.

Because what was inserted into her vagina was not an ordinary ball, but a carefully crafted The sex toy was designed so that the woman wearing it would never forget its existence.

It looked like a miniature rugby ball, with a tuft of stiff hair on the pointed end facing her uterus, constantly scratching her cervix as she moved. ▲ It's unclear how the designer meticulously calculated it, but the widest part of the ball was covered with a ring of raised, hard granules, all of which perfectly pressed against the woman's most sensitive G-spot.

At the entrance to her "Peach Blossom Spring," her labia minora were squeezed out of her vagina, tightly wrapped around the rugby ball, which, due to gravity, had a small section protruding from her vagina. 'The designer of this sex toy, with a conscience, used a material rougher than sandpaper for the part that was in close contact with her labia minora.' After walking this distance, the inside of Lin Zhiling's labia minora was chafed and bleeding.

Upon entering the room, Lin Zhiling collapsed onto the floor like a rag doll, shouting with her last bit of strength, "Take it out quickly!"

"Take it out yourself, nobody's stopping you," Xing Qinghong said sarcastically.

"No, Brother Xing, I need to let the gas out first."

"Oh, who carries around a ball needle? Just use your lower abdomen and squeeze it out, what's so hard about that?"

"I've been trying to squeeze, but I can't, Brother Xing."

"You can give birth to babies weighing seven or eight pounds, what's so hard about such a small ball? You're just being lazy, yesterday you were bluffing me, saying two dicks couldn't fit; today I'm going to make you prove it yourself: something this thick, about ten dicks, can go in and out of your rotten hole with ease." Judas, hang her up, let her decide for herself.

Judas removed the bathrobe and the last remaining strappy high-heeled sandals draped over Lin Zhiling, then took a collar and put it on her. The collar had a wide leather strap about thirty centimeters long at the back, with two leather handcuffs arranged one above the other at the bottom. Once on, Lin Zhiling's hands were fixed behind her back, unable to move, and she had to desperately raise them high above her back, otherwise the collar would pull down and strangle her.

Judas Zheng helped Lin Zhiling up, carrying her to two high chairs that Xing Qinghong had placed in the center of the room.

"What exactly do you want?" Even in her panic, Lin Zhiling's voice was still so sweet.

Xing Qinghong looked at Lin Zhiling, whose feet were almost a meter apart on the two high chairs, and smiled smugly: "We want to see the pure and lovely top model play a pregnant woman giving birth live."

“Our top model’s voice is so melodious. If we used your moans as background music, it would be even more exciting, Judas?”

Judas Zheng, understanding the implication, picked out three clips with bells from the cabinet containing S-props.

When these three clips were attached to Lin Zhiling’s nipples and clitoris, the room was immediately filled with the top model’s moans.

“By the way, Miss Lin hasn’t had a chance to try her luck since arriving in Las Vegas.” Xing Qinghong, who was smugly embracing and passionately kissing Judas Zheng, seemed to have a new idea. He looked up at Lin Zhiling, who was struggling to maintain her balance, and said, “If Miss Lin can finish the ball within an hour, I won’t touch you for two days, letting you earn $60,000 for free. How about it?”

Although her body was extremely tired, Lin Zhiling, being a master’s student from the University of Toronto, Canada, still had a very clever mind. She immediately realized the trap in the offer: “Not just Brother Xing, but also Judas and others…”

“Okay,” Xing Qinghong readily agreed. “As long as you do it, I won’t let any man touch a hair on your head for two days, and you can relax and enjoy a two-day vacation in Las Vegas. But if you continue to slack off, I’ll let you try double dragons taking pearls in an hour…hmm…maybe I can find a few more people to do triple dragons taking pearls, quadruple dragons taking pearls…ha…ha…ha…”

Lin Zhiling knew that she was like meat on a chopping block, unfortunately taking on this business. In fact, she could only let Xing Qinghong do as he pleased. But if Xing Qinghong continued to play so roughly, she would probably be played to death or crippled. Since he was willing to make such a bet, she naturally had no choice but to go all out.

But with a little effort, Lin Zhiling almost fainted from pleasure. Because she was afraid of falling off the high chair and didn’t dare to move, the clamps hanging on her nipples and clitoris, although heavy, were barely bearable because they didn’t sway. But this lower abdomen… With a strain, her body swayed, and the three clamps with heavy bells felt like three hands violently pulling back and forth on her most sensitive clitoris and nipples.

Lin Zhiling, who had never given birth, didn't know how to exert herself and could only endure the discomfort throughout her body, concentrating all her strength in her lower abdomen as if she were defecating, struggling against that annoying rugby ball.

"Almost forgot!" Looking at Lin Zhiling, who was straining until her face was red and she kept making "uh-huh" sounds, Xing Qinghong, seemingly remembering something, suddenly smiled even more ambiguously and said, "Last time that Japanese girl didn't get the ball out, but she did poop a whole floor. Judas, hurry up and get her anal plug."

Seeing the anal plug Judas Zheng picked out from the prop cabinet, Xing Qinghong said in an even more cruel tone, "This one's too small to fit. You don't know, this slut proactively applied lubricant to her anus before coming to my room yesterday, preparing to play with your special one."

Judas Zheng's expression changed upon hearing Xing Qinghong's instructions, but he could only obey. He took out a thick, long object, resembling an oversized dildo,

and inserted it into the vagina with a rugby ball. A clamp with a heavy bell was attached to the clitoris. Judas could only experience what it felt like firsthand, but this oversized anal plug often caused him excruciating pain.

Although he felt great sympathy for Lin Zhiling, under Xing Qinghong's tyranny, he could only keep inserting it into Lin Zhiling's rectum. Xing

Qinghong looked at the face with satisfaction: brows furrowed, forehead taut, lips bitten until bleeding, and said to Judas: "I only understand today why people say that even Xi Shi holding her heart is more beautiful than Dong Shi who is carefully dressed up. Look at our top model, even with her features all scrunched up, she still looks so beautiful. It's more interesting to torture such a beauty, don't you think?"

Judas Zheng expressed his agreement with his boss's argument: "Some women can look good with makeup, but after being whipped twice, they become ugly monsters with tears and snot streaming down their faces. Even the most enthusiastic dominatrix will be extinguished; playing with those inferior women too much is worrying, it might lead to habitual impotence. It's just that high-class women like Lin Zhiling are so rare."

"However, there's one drawback to playing with Lin Zhiling: she's too submissive. Sadism against a woman who can't resist is like playing with a ball that won't bounce, it's boring."

Judas Zheng, speaking from experience, explained meaningfully: "This is a common problem for models. Boss, don't be fooled by how confident, eye-catching, and individualistic models appear in advertisements and videos. In reality, during photoshoots, every move and smile is dictated by the director and photographer. As for makeup and clothing, we're at the mercy of the makeup artist and stylist. At work, models are like puppets. After a while, you become more accustomed to it. Even top models like Lin Zhiling are probably no exception." "The more you humiliate her, the less likely she is to resist fiercely,"

Xing Qinghong laughed. "According to you, wouldn't our top model be perfect as a 'beauty dog'? That's exactly my wife's taste. After dawn, take Lin Zhiling to Mu Chao so the boss's wife can give her a good 'training'."

Lin Zhiling, amidst the passionate lovemaking of Xing Qinghong and Judas Zhou, using her moans, cries, gasps, and the melodious tinkling of bells from her private parts to arouse the two perverted men, was completely unaware that an even more exciting program awaited her.

Chapter Nine ,

September 15th, p4:00

Judas Zheng drove his SUV, carrying Lin Zhiling, Qiu Li, Wang Huizhen, and OIA, along Las Vegas Boulevard towards the outskirts of the city.

"Boss Xing can't accompany you today because he has important guests from Hong Kong during the day, but his wife is already waiting for you at the ranch."

Wang Huizhen, wearing a revealing tank top that showed off her cleavage and low-rise capri pants that revealed her buttocks, sat in the assistant's seat, curiously looking around.

Judas Zheng dutifully took on the role of tour guide: "On your right is the Venetian Hotel, the Venetian Merchant Hotel, which opened in 2002. It's themed around Venice, the water city, and is located on Las Vegas Boulevard..." The hotel recreates the crystal-clear canals of Venice, winding around bridges, with gondoliers singing Italian songs for couples on board. The shopping arcade within the hotel is even more delightful, with ever-changing clouds above the mall and Italian architecture lining the canals. Tourists can easily enjoy a leisurely boat ride, listening to the gondoliers sing "Turandot," feeling as if they are in Venice. Adding to the excitement, the Venetian Merchant Hotel also houses a Guggenheim Museum, exhibiting masterpieces by Van Gogh, Matisse, Renoir, and Monet. This is a testament to Las Vegas's efforts to transform from a gritty, sinful city into a global entertainment and sophisticated resort destination.

"Wow! A volcano erupting!" Wang Huizhen exclaimed excitedly, waving her arms and legs.

"The volcano eruption isn't just the signature feature of The Mirage Hotel. This hotel was built by Las Vegas celebrity Steve Wynn at a cost of over $730 million. It boasts a tropical, Polynesian-style circular atrium and a vibrant casino. Steve Wynn publicly stated at the hotel's opening that The Mirage Hotel would surpass the limits of hotels, giving guests a completely different entertainment experience. Indeed, you can see his ingenuity from the volcano eruption in front of the hotel entrance. He uses a spectacular show with amazing sound and light effects to create the hotel's themed atmosphere. There's a volcano eruption show every 15 minutes!"

"Look! A pirate ship!"

"This is Treasure Island Hotel, a Caribbean pirate-themed hotel on the Las Vegas Strip. The hotel's exterior is strikingly similar to the Caribbean pirate attraction at Disneyland—a replica pirate ship, an artificial sea, and waves bobbing around. It's perfect for young travelers." At night, Treasure Island is always bustling with activity. At 8 and 10 pm, Caribbean pirates and British officers put on a pirate show in front of the hotel, firing cannons, diving, and performing fireworks—the smoke and dust are endless, and the tourists are completely mesmerized.

Wang Huizhen, her cheeks flushed from the sun, like two mouthwatering red apples, grabbed Judas Zheng's arm and said coquettishly, "Brother Judas, can we come see it tonight?"

Judas Zheng smiled noncommittally, "What we just passed was Caesarsala. Although it opened a year ago, Caesarsala underwent a massive renovation in 2017, costing hundreds of millions of dollars, making it look brand new. Superstar Celine Dion is one of the main singers at Caesarsala's shows. Caesarsala is themed around a Roman palace, showcasing Mediterranean Roman style in the shopping mall. Visitors can dine in the amphitheater and by the Roman fountains, and there are marble sculptures everywhere. In the evening, there is a performance of the war between the water god and the fire god every hour on the hour."

"That building in front is the Bellaggio Hotel, designed to recreate the atmosphere of Tuscany. It's the most elegant hotel in Las Vegas, built by the city's celebrity Steve Wayne. The movie 'Ocean's 8,' starring Brad Pitt and George Clooney, was filmed at the Bellaggio Hotel. In front of the castle-like hotel, there's an artificial lake with thousands of fountains that create a water dance. Every night, there's a large-scale water show every 15 minutes, which is the hotel's signature performance. The city's most famous show is also performed in this hotel."

Lin Zhiling, who was sitting quietly in the back seat, staring blankly out the window, heard him mention the stage show and thought about the performance she had been forced to do that morning. Tears streamed down her face uncontrollably. Finally, she "gave birth" to the baby. She secretly vowed never to have another child, because she never wanted to relive that pain and humiliation.

Chapter 10,

September 15th, p5:00.

When the car entered the heavily guarded gates of the Silver Mine Dynasty Ranch and stopped in front of the luxurious villa, Lin Zhiling was finally pulled back from the abyss of painful memories by Wang Huizhen's innocent and enthusiastic praise.

Judas Zheng led everyone to the luxurious reception room in the classic Western Rococo style. The hostess was already leisurely enjoying afternoon tea, waiting for the distinguished guests.

The elegant lady, sipping afternoon tea from a bone china teacup, raised her head and swept her charming yet authoritative gaze over Lin Zhiling and Qiu as they entered the reception room. Li Ji and Wang Huizhen gave a gentle yet concise and powerful self-introduction: "I am Ling Qingxia."

She truly needed no further explanation, for the name "Ling Qingxia" spoke volumes: the most famous star in the Chinese-speaking world, dominating from the 1980s to the 1990s, portraying everything from youthful innocence to elegant socialites, from delicate rich girls to bold female warriors, winning countless Best Actress awards. Moreover, Ling Qingxia was a veteran in the modeling industry. In the early days of scarcity, only the most high-end products could afford her endorsement.

However, in the year of her birthday, she suddenly announced her retirement from acting, marrying a businessman and disappearing from the entertainment industry. Even Qiu Li, with her extensive network of connections, was unaware that she had married Xing Qinghong and retired to the Las Vegas desert.

"Ah..." Wang Hui... Jane suddenly gasped, covering her mouth.

In fact, ever since she stepped into the roughly 100-square-meter, ornately decorated reception room, she'd felt something was off. Finally, she spotted the problem: next to the chaise lounge where Ling Qingxia sat, where a Persian cat or poodle should have been lying, was a naked woman.

Ling Qingxia, however, acted as if nothing was amiss, slightly furrowing her famously thick eyebrows. She raised her high-heeled slipper foot and kicked the naked woman's buttocks, which were curled up on the floor in a prostrate position: "Say hello to everyone!"

This unusual pet was incredibly obedient, quickly crawling to the front of the group on its hands and knees, raising its head, and barking! Woof! Woof! A cry of

"YGOD!" This time it was Qiu Li's turn to scream: "She...she...she...is...Wang Zhuxian?"

The naked woman crawling on the ground like a dog was suddenly recognized, her face flushed with shame as she lowered her head.

Ling Qingxia, who had been reclining gracefully on a chaise lounge like an elegant lady, suddenly jumped up and yelled, "What are you ashamed of? Raise your head!" She reached for a leather whip hanging beside the chair, and with a "swish, "

left a four- or five-centimeter-wide bright red welt on Wang Zhuxian's white and tender buttocks .

"Yay!" Wang Huizhen stomped her foot, pointing her finger at Ling Qingxia's nose, and said, "How could you do this?"

Ling Qingxia stared at the sweet and charming, still somewhat childish-looking Wang Huizhen with a regal gaze, and after a long while, she finally revealed a bright smile and said, "It's been a long time since I've seen such a spirited and righteous beauty."

Poor Wang Huizhen, she never imagined that her chivalrous act would cost her a lifetime of humiliation, and continued to lecture Ling Qingxia with righteous indignation: "How could you bully me like this!"

"Cough! Little girl, don't you know? Whether it's the entertainment industry or the modeling world, it's a dog-eat-dog world. How many competitors did Lin Zhiling and I ruthlessly trample underfoot to achieve our current success? And behind our success, do you know how much bitterness and grievance we endured? And I can tell you: I've never met anyone willing to lend a helping hand when I was persecuted and humiliated. All I've met are those who kick me when I'm down. In fact, to survive, I've always helped others debase themselves."

Ling Qingxia said, leaning over to whisper in Wang Huizhen's ear, "I'll prove it to you."

Suddenly, she lashed out with her whip again, striking the naked woman's buttocks, who was already holding her head high.

"Do you know why you're being beaten?"

Wang Zhuxian, trembling with pain, nodded frantically, woofing repeatedly. "These distinguished

guests don't understand your dog language, so you're allowed to speak human language."

"I... my... dog... nature... isn't... enough..." Whether out of fear or because she hadn't spoken in a long time, Wang Zhuxian stammered,

"Then how can I increase your dog nature so you can play the role of a good little dog?"

"Woof!" Her raised face revealed a heartbreaking expression.

Qiu Li's mouth watered at the sight, thinking to herself, "This famous actor who's been popular in Taiwan, Hong Kong, Japan, and South Korea, and has acted in hundreds of films, just looking at that expression makes you want to hug him and cherish him."

Unfortunately, Ling Qingxia wasn't as tender-hearted as Qiu Li, and coldly said, "Speak human language."

"You should learn more from your dog... husband."

"What are you doing?" Wang Huizhen, hearing Wang Zhuxian call the dog "husband," pointed at Ling Qingxia again, looking confused, and protested, "Stop bullying her!"

"Ask her yourself if I've bullied her?"

"No! No!" Wang Zhuxian answered before Wang Huizhen could ask, "My master loves me the most!"

Ling Qingxia happily stroked the humanoid dog's black mane with the whip tip, "So my love for you wasn't for nothing. Tonight, you're allowed to enjoy three days' worth of your dog husband."

Upon hearing this, Wang Zhuxian's face turned pale, and her limbs, which were supporting her on the ground, began to tremble unsteadily.

Ling Qingxia ignored her and called to Qiu Li, Lin Zhiling, and Wang Huizhen, "Dinner should be ready. Let's go eat."

Wang Huizhen pouted and stubbornly said, "I'm not in the mood. I can't eat."

Ling Qingxia didn't think so. Chu said to Judas, who was still respectfully serving by the door, "It's a bit early for dinner now. Teacher Qiu, Miss Lin, and I will go to the courtyard for afternoon tea and some snacks first. If Miss Wang isn't hungry yet, you can show her around first and come back later."

He then personally led Qiu Li and Lin Zhiling to the large garden decorated in a Southeast Asian style. Surrounded by a row of coconut trees swaying in the wind, and a lawn garden with a waterfall, the outdoor dining table was bathed in the afterglow of the sun and

a gentle breeze made it hard to believe that he was in the desert.

Although the environment was breathtaking, Lin Zhiling trembled with a chill in her heart. How could she possibly have the courage of Wang Huizhen to refuse dinner with this femme fatale? However, as Ling Qingxia had just said: her more than ten years of struggling in the modeling industry had taught her that she had no right to disobey the wishes of the wealthy patrons who paid for her services.

Ling Qingxia elegantly invited her guests to sit down. A group of handsome male and female servants, dressed in slave costumes reminiscent of ancient Rome, attended to them, some fanning, some swatting mosquitoes, and others serving drinks and food in a continuous stream. Lin Zhiling and Qiu Li sat on either side of Ling Qingxia at the long dining table, on the throne-like chairs made of marble. Feeling a sense of temporal displacement,

Qiu Li sipped the champagne served by the beautiful waiter, gazing at the snow-white body crawling behind Ling Qingxia. Finally, she couldn't help but ask, "Is she really Wang Zhuxian? How could she…?"

Ling Qingxia smiled smugly, kicking the obediently lying humanoid dog at her feet. She patted the marble dining table in front of her, where

two clear whip marks remained on the woman's buttocks. Before her owner could speak, the woman scurried onto the table, acting like a perfectly obedient little dog.

"Turn over so the guests can clearly appreciate your body."

The woman, who had been curled up on her stomach, quickly rolled over onto her back, pulling her legs up to her chest and using her hands to spread her legs as wide as possible, allowing the woman… The most private part of a person's body was exaggeratedly displayed before the host and guests.

"Let me introduce myself, Ai. How can you be so rude?"

Upon receiving this new order from her master, Wang Zhuxian realized that having to say her name in such a humiliating position was a hundred times more shameful than being naked. However, the lessons she had learned over the past six months made her absolutely certain that Ling Qingxia's orders were not to be disobeyed.

With what seemed like the utmost effort, she managed to force out a few words as soft as a mosquito's buzz: "...I...am...Wang...Zhu...Xian..."

Wang Zhuxian was a household name in the Chinese film industry. She was a star born in Taiwan and developed her career in Hong Kong. Seven years after her breakout role in "A Chinese Ghost Story," which garnered popularity in Taiwan, Hong Kong, Japan, and South Korea, she was seen as the successor to Ling Qingxia. However, last April, photos surfaced showing her with a large belly and a noticeably overweight figure, making headlines across the Taiwan Strait and Hong Kong. Her contract was terminated by her agent, and she wrote to various media outlets announcing her retirement from the film industry, halting all her film and television activities.

"Everyone thought you went to Canada for further studies," Qiu Li said with a knowing smile, "but it turns out you joined Sister Ling's company..."

Hearing Qiu Li mention the past, Wang Zhuxian, who had almost forgotten she was still a "person," was flooded with memories: she had always been strikingly beautiful since childhood, often the center of attention; she loved sports but disliked studying, and during middle school, to escape... Despite the heavy academic workload, she was encouraged by her classmates to apply to a Peking Opera school. At 15, she filmed her first advertisement, and at 17, she filmed her first movie, which impressed a Hong Kong film company, leading to a contract to develop her career in Hong Kong. She received numerous film and television offers and became an enviable couple with Qi Qin, a popular male singer in China, Hong Kong, and Taiwan.

However, her originally smooth-sailing life was completely changed by Xing Qinghong and Ling Qingxia.

"Give me more details!" Ling Qingxia continued to press Wang Zhuxian, who was already blushing with embarrassment.

"Born on January 31, 2017, 172 cm tall, measurements 34-25-34..."

Qiu Li had already followed the custom and treated her like a dog, reaching out to stroke her round belly. Lin Zhiling, her breasts resembling two soft balls of dough, sarcastically remarked, "34-25-34, that's your measurement before you gained weight, right?"

Ling Qingxia laughed triumphantly, "You're wrong about that. Our ranch absolutely does not tolerate female slaves whose figures have gone out of shape. This figure is because I particularly like her full figure when she's three months pregnant, so I keep her in a pregnant state. Since she came to the ranch last September, I've been getting her pregnant with a baby, then removing it every three months, and then getting pregnant again. Currently, this pregnancy is almost three months, which is the best state for full breasts, plump hips, and swollen vulva."

Lin Zhiling, who was originally exhausted and didn't want to pay attention to her surroundings, and even less willing to offend Ling Qingxia, couldn't help but exclaim in shock upon hearing this horrifying practice: "How could you do this..."

Ling Qingxia twisted the large, white thighs that were brazenly spread open in front of her with her fingers, and said viciously, "Tell Miss Lin, isn't this the punishment you deserve?"

Wang Zhuxian seemed to have memorized the answer perfectly before mechanically replying, "This is the punishment I deserved ten years ago when I criticized my master for her out-of-shape figure, making her look like a woman three months pregnant, during our co-starring in 'Invincible West'."

Even Qiu Li was secretly shocked by Ling Qingxia's ruthlessness: to treat a weak woman in such a vicious way just because of a criticism from ten years ago, she must have some kind of psychological problem. However, seeing Wang Zhuxian, a once-popular and beautiful actress, being subjected to such treatment even by her mother... The treatment, worse than a dog's, somehow aroused an indescribable sexual excitement in him.

Ling Qingxia, unconcerned by their strange looks, continued smugly, "Getting her pregnant is incredibly easy. Just find a few dozen men to sleep with her, and it'll be done in one night. But making her disappear without a trace took some effort. First, I had to trick her into accepting a script that required her to gain weight to 90 kilograms for the role. Then, I leaked photos of her struggling to gain weight to film reporters, creating buzz and damaging her fans' affection. Next, I had everyone involved deny that Wang Zhuxian gained weight for the role, damaging her reputation and image. Finally, I had to bribe her agent to announce her retirement."

"It took us almost half a year to arrange everything so that she could disappear from the public eye and live peacefully as a good dog here with me," Ling Qingxia boasted to Qiu Li with increasing pride. "Brother Qiu, although Wang Zhuxian's figure isn't as good as the beauties under your management, her voluptuous body, the feel and lewdness of ravaging her are definitely superior, Brother Qiu. Do you want to give her a try?"

"I'm not interested," Qiu Li replied somewhat awkwardly.

Ling Qingxia laughed loudly, "Everyone in the industry knows you're only interested in strong men." Turning to Lin Zhiling, he asked, "You all call him 'sister' behind his back, right?"

Lin Zhiling nodded, thinking: His only good reputation is probably that he doesn't mess with the women under his management.

"However, I heard that Brother Qiu had a great time with OIA last night,"

Qiu Li said with a lewd grin, "OIA's dark, shiny, and strong muscles are so captivating. Even men can't compare to her."

"Then let Oia enjoy this slut for you."

Upon hearing this, Oia, who was serving nearby, immediately tore off her tank top and skirt, kicked off her shoes, and stood naked in front of the dining table, posing in various bodybuilding poses, displaying every muscle in her body to her master and guests

until Ling Qingxia nodded in satisfaction. A blonde female slave carrying a silver tray with some props walked to the dining table.

Oia also came forward, took out a thick, short rod about half a meter long from the tray, raised her right foot high on the edge of the table, and inserted the rod into her vagina in front of the guests.

For a vagina large enough to fit an aluminum can, the diameter of this rod was negligible. But Lin Zhiling wondered in surprise: Could her vagina be half a meter long? However, she soon discovered that this sex toy was meant for two women to use together. There were several thin leather straps in the center of the rod. Oia used them to tightly bind the dildo to her hips, just like a man holding a straight, hard penis. There was also a small buckle in front of Oia's clitoris, the purpose of which was unknown.

Oia took out three rings, each about three centimeters in diameter, from the silver tray and beckoned to Wang Zhuxian, who was still lying on the marble dining table in a shameful position, too afraid to move.

"Wait a minute," Ling Qingxia said with a smile, stopping her, "Let our guest help the senior model who's about to go on stage with her costume."

Ling Qingxia handed the three rings to Lin Zhiling, and Wang Zhuxian obediently rolled over and knelt in front of Lin Zhiling, kneeling like a Japanese woman. Then, she used her left hand to cup her left breast, which was somewhat soft and lacked elasticity due to pregnancy and weight gain, and used her right hand to pull up the nipple.

Only then did Lin Zhiling notice that Wang Zhuxian's nipple had been pierced like an ear piercing. Although Chinese people are relatively conservative and not very accepting of nipple piercings, it is not uncommon in the modeling world. Therefore, even though Lin Zhiling had never helped anyone put on nipple piercings before, However, it didn't take too long to help Wang Zhuxian put on her nipple piercings.

But when Wang Zhuxian leaned back and opened her kneeling legs to make it easier for Lin Zhiling to put on her clitoral piercing, Lin Zhiling was shocked because the hole in Wang Zhuxian's genitals was actually pierced on her clitoris.

Lin Zhiling wasn't unfamiliar with women wearing clitoral piercings. When she was studying for her Master of Fine Arts degree at the University of Toronto in Canada, she had drawn many sketches and oil paintings of nude women for her studies. The girls who came to work as nude models were quite avant-garde and open-minded, so quite a few of them wore clitoral piercings. However, most of them had their clitoral piercings on their foreskin or labia, but no one had them on their clitoris. This is

because the clitoris is probably the most densely packed area of sensory nerves on a woman's body, and it's not as easy as piercing an earlobe, or even piercing a nipple. The sensitive nerves of the nipple are located in the direction of the lactiferous pore, which is on the surface of the nipple. Therefore, drilling a hole horizontally through the nipple is not particularly painful. However, drilling a hole in the clitoris, which is densely covered with sensory nerves, was something Lin Zhiling really didn't know how Wang Zhuxian could endure,

especially with the direct friction and pulling from wearing a clitoral ring.

Sure enough, Wang Zhuxian hadn't made a sound while having two nipple rings put on, but when Lin Zhiling threaded the clitoral ring through it, even though she was very careful to minimize the contact with her clitoris, Wang Zhuxian couldn't help but moan continuously, and there was obvious vaginal fluid seeping from her vagina. Her eyes were teary, whether from pain or pleasure, it was hard to tell.

Although it was very uncomfortable, Wang Zhuxian didn't dare to slack off at all. Lin Zhiling helped her tighten the clitoral ring. He hurriedly crawled to Oia, looking like he was begging to be penetrated quickly.

Oia put down her right foot, which was on the dining table, and took a bottle of spray from the silver tray held by the blonde slave girl. She sprayed the exposed half of the dildo vigorously.

"This spray is a formula from our ancestors," Ling Qingxia explained proudly to the two guests. "The name recorded in ancient books is 'The Sorrow of a Virtuous Woman,' also known as 'Monkey Play.' As soon as you come into contact with it, you will be restless, jumping and scratching, making you unbearably itchy. Even the dignified, solemn, and chaste young ladies and virtuous women will be unable to resist jumping and scratching due to the effects of the medicine and their burning desire, turning into monkeys."

Ling Qingxia was speaking to the guests in Mandarin, so Oia couldn't understand what they were saying, but she acted more like a monkey than Wang. Zhu Xian, still impatient and showing no mercy, thrust the dildo into Wang Zhu Xian's vulva, which was lying supine with her plump legs raised high. She

then fastened the dildo to the clitoral ring and hooked it onto Wang Zhu Xian's nipple rings with her index fingers, using the pull of her nipples to lift her up. Wang Zhu Xian

quickly wrapped her arms around Oia's neck to prevent her nipples from being pulled off. To avoid having her clitoris pulled by the dildo's rings, she also tightly wrapped her legs around Oia's waist, pressing her genitals against Oia's. The fair-skinned Wang Zhu Xian

resembled a koala clinging to the dark beauty, creating a bizarre yet lewd scene.

Oia thus "lifted" Wang Zhu Xian around the long table and brought her to Qiu Li's side. Qiu Li, without any hesitation, stretched out her hands to enjoy... Two completely different bodies. Qiu Li's hand groped down Oia's dark, hard buttocks, along her oiled thighs, which were thicker than Lin Zhiling's slender waist.

Some say that the stronger and more powerful a woman's legs are, the more pleasure she can bring to a man. Qiu Li caressed Oia's legs, thinking of the powerful movements of her beautiful legs last night, and a desire rose in his heart.

Although he was immersed in the lovemaking with the dark beauty, his right hand did not give up on Wang Zhuxian's large, soft buttocks, as if he were squeezing a small pillow with a silk pillowcase. Although it was completely different from the touch of his left hand, which was like touching smooth marble, one was smooth and soft, and the other was firm and full, both of which made people reluctant to let go.

Wang Zhuxian originally had a melancholy expression and a submissive look, silently enduring Qiu Li's dirty hands, but suddenly she clenched her teeth, and And she bit down very hard, then sweat gradually dripped down, her nostrils flared... Suddenly a strange groan escaped her lips.

Men like to hear women groan, the more pitiful the groan, the more intoxicating it is. Just this groan was enough to arouse a man's desire. When Wang Zhuxian trembled and whispered, "Faster...faster...I can't take it anymore..." even Qiu Li, who had always disliked women, couldn't help but ejaculate, collapsing limply in his chair.

Oia smiled slightly, carrying the increasingly loud groaning Wang Zhuxian to Lin Zhiling's front. The

"fierce woman's sorrow" that was causing the itch was gradually being absorbed into Wang Zhuxian's tender flesh through her vagina, which was in close contact with the dildo. Wang Zhuxian, who was originally quietly clinging to the black beauty like a koala, finally couldn't bear it anymore and began to sway her plump buttocks. But once she started, she couldn't stop. It turned out that Wang Zhuxian With a twist, the clitoral ring that was originally attached to the dildo mercilessly tugged at the woman's most vulnerable clitoris. The intense stimulation of the clitoris caused Wang Zhuxian to scream and move her lower body even more frantically, completely unable to control herself. She fully displayed her reputation as a "monkey trainer," making Wang Zhuxian jump and

swing violently on OIA's body like a little monkey. Her whole body was trembling. Wang Zhuxian and OIA, who deliberately remained still like a statue, one still and one moving, one black and one white, formed an interesting picture. However, in the eyes of Lin Zhiling, who was also a woman, or even a plaything of Xing Qinghong and Ling Qingxia, she felt a different kind of empathetic sorrow

. On the contrary, Ling Qingxia was extremely satisfied with her masterpiece and excitedly asked Lin Zhiling: "Do you know which part of this show is the most exciting?"

“Sister Ling, I see Sister Wang is covered in sweat and looks like she can’t hold on much longer. Shouldn’t we let her down…”

“Didn’t you see how tightly she’s gripping OIA’s waist with her legs? And she’s holding onto OIA’s neck with both hands, refusing to let go. She doesn’t look like she wants to get down at all!”

Qiu Li couldn’t help but interject, “How dare Wang Zhuxian let go? What if she loosens her grip and falls down… wouldn’t her nipples and clitoris be torn off?”

Lin Zhiling said cleverly, “Sister Wang isn’t shorter than OIA. She can just put her feet down and land on the ground first, right?”

Ling Qingxia laughed triumphantly, “Wang Zhuxian, come and explain the rules of the game to our distinguished guest.”

Her sensitive nipples were being pulled and stretched like springs by OIA, causing a tingling and itchy sensation; her delicate vagina was intensely itchy from the "monkey-playing" technique, yet also ached from the intense friction of the dildo; her whole body was burning with heat from the effects of the "fierce woman's sorrow" drug, and her muscles were tense from not daring to relax her legs and arms, coupled with the stimulation of her clitoris tightening and relaxing, Wang Zhuxian had fallen into a daze and did not hear her master's words at all.

Ling Qingxia coldly picked up the shark fin soup that the waiter had just served and splashed it on Wang Zhuxian's curvaceous back.

"Ah!"

Ling Qingxia looked triumphantly at the reddened back. He coldly repeated, revealing a large expanse of her snow-white bare back, "Let me report to our distinguished guests: last time you played like this with Oia, you couldn't support yourself and fell to the ground, spoiling everyone's fun. What punishment did you receive?"

Wang Zhuxian, groaning incessantly—whether from itchiness, pain, or pleasure—sobbed intermittently, "Last time I disobeyed and embarrassed my master in front of the guests, he punished me by making me a dog: only allowed to crawl, forbidden to speak human language, and... and... forced to serve all the male dogs in the ranch..."

"Then what punishment will you give me if you embarrass me again this time?"

"No...no...Master, I will definitely obey..."

Ling Qingxia ignored her pleas and whispered something in Lin Zhiling's ear. Lin Zhiling's cherry-like mouth gaped open in surprise, unable to speak, only shaking her head vigorously.

Qiu Li asked curiously, "What good idea does Sister Ling have this time?"

"I mean: since it's rare for a top student from the University of Toronto's Institute of Art to grace us with their presence, let's ask Miss Lin to do a body painting, to paint Wang Zhuxian's lewd behavior on her own body. Brother Qiu, what do you think of this idea?"

Qiu Li shouted loudly, "Great!"

"Then hurry up and thank Miss Lin." Ling Qingxia looked satisfied, reaching out to trace the red marks Wang Zhuxian had just been burned and the whip marks left by her earlier whipping.

Wang Zhuxian glanced at Lin Zhiling with resentful and angry eyes, then helplessly obeyed, "Thank you, Miss Lin."

“However…” Ling Qingxia teased, “We must carefully preserve the first model’s sketches. After Miss Lin draws all sorts of ugly scenes of you being violated on your body, I’ll have the tattoo artist tattoo them all on your body, so you can have a permanent memento.”

“Tattooed on my body? Sister Ling, how is she supposed to face people after this?”

Ling Qingxia stared at Wang Zhuxian solemnly and said, “A woman who enters my ranch can forget about being a human being.”

As Lin Zhiling stared in disbelief, Wang Zhuxian, who continued to moan softly and writhe, her breasts and hips swaying, seemed to be on the verge of collapse. Her legs, which were wrapped around her waist, kept slipping down. Lin

Zhiling was so worried about Wang Zhuxian that she cried out, “Sister Ling, we need to set a time to be fair.”

“Okay, then half an hour it is.”

Lin Zhiling thought to herself, judging from the current situation, Wang Zhuxian definitely couldn’t last half an hour, and shouted, “No way…”

“Miss Lin thinks half an hour isn’t enough,” Ling Qingxia interrupted her, saying quickly, “Then let’s make it an hour! Xiao Xian, this time it’s not that I’m deliberately messing with you, that I have to leave some marks on you. It was Miss Lin’s idea!”

Qiu Li also chimed in, joining the already terrified Wang Zhuxian, provoking her, “Don’t worry, Lin Zhiling’s paintings are realistic, they will definitely be able to realistically record your various beautiful expressions of being penetrated.” Her hands were still roaming over Wang Zhuxian’s plump legs, adding to her burden.

However, it turned out that Wang Zhuxian couldn’t even last half an hour, let alone an hour

. After Wang Zhuxian’s legs landed weakly, OIA asked for instructions. He untied the rings from the dildo and placed

the poor Wang Zhuxian on the dining table. Although she had already climaxed twice and shamelessly urinated between thrusts, the itch medication in her vagina hadn't been washed away. Instead, the friction and congestion accelerated the absorption of the "Sorrow of a Fierce Woman" medication into her skin. The

continued effects of the "Sorrow of a Fierce Woman" caused Wang Zhuxian to moan lewdly, writhing in pain on her back on the table. Her two tightly pressed thighs rubbed together violently, making her look like a live fish thrown onto the table, struggling with her mouth wide open.

Ling Qingxia mocked, "Want to be...?" "Want to be penetrated? But here, a woman has to put in effort if she wants to be penetrated, not just wait for a man to serve her."

Ling Qingxia, holding the nipple ring in one hand and the clitoral ring in the other, pulled Wang Zhuxian's upper body and buttocks off the table, forcing Wang Zhuxian to support her arched body with only her shoulders and the soles of her feet. Then, she moved the alcohol lamp that was originally used to heat the shark fin soup to under her buttocks

and pointed to the black slave next to her, asking, "Want his black cock to relieve your itch?"

The itch inside Wang Zhuxian's vagina was urgent and she couldn't wait to be comforted by a penis, but the waves of heat coming from under her plump buttocks forced Wang Zhuxian to give up the idea because she had to arch her back like this. Having a black man weighing over 200 pounds on top of her and thrusting into her, Wang Zhuxian knew she didn't have the strength to actually let that black slave press down on her. Her two plump, juicy buttocks would be roasted like meat by the flames beneath them.

With a pained expression, Wang Zhuxian looked at her mistress with pleading eyes while searching the dining table with dazed eyes for something to scratch her itch.

Ling Qingxia smiled and held up a plastic bristle brush used for cleaning baby bottles, asking, "Looking for this?"

Wang Zhuxian's face fell, unsure whether to nod or shake her head. The bristles could relieve the itch, but they would inevitably scratch her tender skin. How could she bear her dog husband's affection later? Today, the mistress clearly intended to humiliate herself in front of the first-place winner. She could only glare resentfully at Lin Zhiling before obediently taking the plastic bristle brush from her mistress and inserting it into her vagina. Right there on the dining table in front of everyone, she arched her back, twisting her hips and swaying her breasts as she dry-brushed.

Wang Zhuxian was completely unable to urinate to moisten her vagina, so she could only desperately rub her clitoris, nipples, and other sensitive areas with her free hand, fantasizing about her past wonderful sexual experiences, hoping to produce more vaginal fluid to moisten her vagina and reduce scratches.

Qiu Li praised admiringly, "Sister Ling is indeed skilled in training; in just over half a year, she has managed to train a woman into a slut."

Ling Qingxia said proudly... Patting Wang Zhuxian's three-month pregnant belly, Qiu Li laughed, "That's because she's naturally promiscuous; standing like that and letting a man hold her and thrust into her was something she used to make her lover do every day. I heard that later she gained too much weight, and her lover couldn't handle it, so he had to run away and go to China to develop his career."

Qiu Li clicked his tongue in amazement as he fiddled with Wang Zhuxian's nipple and clitoral rings, watching her self-harm under the influence of the "monkey-playing" drug.

Amidst Wang Zhuxian's increasingly oblivious moans, Judas slipped into the courtyard to report to Ling Qingxia, "Miss Wang Huizhen ran into the group of new trainees who just arrived from China in the backyard, chatted with them, and stayed there to watch them practice their catwalk. She's not planning to come over for afternoon tea."

"Oh dear, I forgot: last month we recruited a group of newcomers from China who are interested in developing their careers in the modeling industry, and they're undergoing secret training here. It's rare to have the most popular top models and highest-paid agents from both sides of the strait visiting. How could I forget to invite the two of you to give us some guidance?"

After Ling Qingxia finished speaking, she pulled Qiu Li and Lin Zhiling, leaving Wang Zhuxian behind, and went to the poolside in the backyard.

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