sadomasochism

Chapter 1, An Unexpected Encounter A large woolen coat concealed my thin frame as I walked

, the high heels clicking on the ground . 　　It was nearing dusk, and a light snow was falling; the tiny snowflakes melted as soon as they landed on my coat. 　　I lit a cigarette, took a deep drag, and continued walking. Tall buildings lined both sides of me, now a dark expanse, like gigantic figures looking down upon us tiny creatures. 　　Today I lost my job. While not to the point of needing welfare, it was still quite disheartening. This was my third year in this unfamiliar city. 　　Another parking ticket. 　　Utterly unlucky. 　　I tore off the ticket, opened the car door, and threw my weary body onto the seat. 　　The heater was on, and I used a towel from the car to dry the snow from my hair. 　　"Small towns have many stories, full of..." My phone rang. I picked it up and answered the call. 　　The moment the call connected, my former landlord's lewd voice came through: "Little Su Su, want to come over for dinner tonight?" 　　I hung up. 　　That old lecher, older than my father, still so shameless. 　　Hanging up didn't make me feel any better; in fact, it made me feel worse. I swallowed a tranquilizer, and as it melted in my mouth, the knot in my stomach seemed to ease slightly. 　　The car slowly picked up speed, and my tired body gradually joined the long stream of traffic. 　　I watched the lights of the shops along the street come on, my Audi's sleek blue paint reflecting the shimmering lights. 　　A restaurant with a Chinese sign caught my eye: "Ju Ya Ju," a Chinese-owned restaurant with a huge Chinese dragon logo. 　　I stopped the car and went inside. 　　To be honest, the moment I opened the door and saw the puffs of white steam rising from the steamer baskets of xiaolongbao (soup dumplings), I felt a strange sense of familiarity. Not to mention the Chinese waiters coming and going, and the elderly Chinese men around me, picking up xiaolongbao with chopsticks while drinking millet porridge. 　　This long-lost sense of familiarity brought tears to my eyes. 　　"Madam, would you like to dine? Do you have a reservation?" a waitress asked from behind me. 　　I shook my head and walked out again. 　　I couldn't be homesick; if I were, I might not be able to stay here. 　　I started to regret going into this restaurant. 　　I shouldn't do this again. 　　The car continued driving, but just after turning a corner, a black car suddenly appeared with its headlights on . The car was going extremely fast, and I was so startled that I quickly dialed the turn signal. 　　A dull thud— 　　ouch, I hit something! 　　I slammed on the brakes and quickly got out to check the situation. 　　The moment I got out of the car, I was stunned. 　　I 　　... I had hit someone! 　　I had hit an old man ! 　　The bright xenon headlights illuminated the ground ahead clearly. An old man lay in front of me, blood streaming from . 　　I quickly switched from the headlights to the parking lights and checked on the old man's injuries. 　　The old man said, "Oh dear, are you blind? Young lady, you wear glasses and drive in the middle of the night. You almost killed me!" 　　I quickly took out a handkerchief and handed it to the old man, clasping my hands together and apologizing repeatedly, "Sir, I'm so sorry. A car suddenly darted out and almost hit me." 　　The old man said, "So you were going to hit me?" 　　I said, "No, you misunderstood. You misunderstood. I..." 　　The old man said, "What 'this' and 'that'? Call an ambulance!" 　　Hearing this, I suddenly realized what had happened and said, "Oh, oh, please wait a moment..." " 　　Hello, I've been in a traffic accident and need an ambulance. Um... okay, yes, that's right. We're at xx street, xx, um..." 　　The call ended quickly, and I said to the elderly woman, "Ma'am, the ambulance will be here soon . Please wait a moment while I help you up." 　　The elderly woman said, "Oh, don't touch me. I want to wait for the police." 　　I asked, "Why?" 　　The elderly woman replied, "What if you deny everything when we get to the hospital?" 　　Damn it... damn it... 　　if this gets out of hand, I'm still on bail. Who knows what other ? 　　It's just a traffic accident, and I didn't do it on purpose. 　　But I was charged with dangerous driving after overdosing on tranquilizers. 　　I didn't take any extra medication. I 　　should be fine, right? 　　I quickly bowed to the old man and said, "Grandpa, do you think I'm that kind of person?" 　　The old man rolled his eyes and said, "That's hard to say. My son is a university professor, and he teaches better than any foreigner. Don't think I'm trying to scam you. Just call the police." 　　I said, "Okay. How about we both call our lawyers? With both lawyers present, we can contact the traffic department for an accident assessment. Is that alright?" 　　The old man said, "Call a lawyer? Sorry, I don't have one. I don't trust your lawyer. Why don't you want to call the police ? You're not a fugitive, are you?" 　　I said, "I'll call my lawyer and the police right now." 　　The old man said, "Oh dear, I told you I wouldn't go abroad, I told you I wouldn't go abroad. At least in China, if someone hits me, I know to run. But abroad, if someone hits me, they have to use a lawyer to scare me. My old bones can't live like this." 　　The old man's voice was so loud that I was too agitated to concentrate on dialing. 　　Me: "Don't worry. I'll call the police right away." 　　The old man: "Oh my God! Oh my, my deceased wife! Listen to this, listen to this—she's directly calling the police to arrest me!" 　　Hearing this, I could no longer contain my anger and finally exploded: "What exactly do you want?!"

The old man said, "I need to go to the hospital. I need you to treat me."

Hearing there was still room for negotiation, I patiently said again, "I'm sorry, I was in a bit of a rush. I
'm really sorry."

Upon hearing this, the old man suddenly stood up, hands on his hips, and pointed at my nose, saying, "Young lady, don't think
you can bully me just because I'm an old man. When I was a Red Guard, I beat up everyone from the municipal party secretary to the prefectural commissioner until they
cried for their parents. Tell me, how much are you going to pay?"

I looked at this lively old man, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.

Me: "You… oh… how much do you want?"

Old man: "Just give me what you think is fair. If you're generous enough, whether the ambulance comes or not doesn't matter much."

Me: "Five hundred."

Old man: "Eight hundred."

Me: "Old man, I'm talking about US dollars."

Old man: "I'm talking about Euros."

Me: "Five hundred US dollars, or I'll call the police."

Old man: "Five hundred?"

I nodded, took five hundred dollars from my handbag, and handed it to the old man. Then I canceled the ambulance and turned
to leave .

Old man: "Stop."

I was getting a little impatient with this old man who was pushing his luck. But I'm not exactly a low-class person
, so I forced myself to suppress my displeasure and asked, "Is there anything else?"

The old man said, "You want to take me home?"

I said, "I'm blind, aren't you afraid something might happen?"

The old man said, "Just tell me if you're going to take me or not."

I said, "Okay, you're really something. Get in the car."

The old man proudly waved the money in his hand, occasionally shaking his head and glancing at me.

As

soon as I got into the car, that old man shamelessly sat in the passenger seat, his hand even
resting on my leg and stroking it.

Bastard...

I really wanted to slap him. But I was on bail, and intentionally hurting someone would definitely cause trouble.

I glared at him fiercely. However, he seemed to enjoy my gaze and
began to stroke my smooth stockings under my short skirt.

"Slap!" A loud slap rang out, not from me in anger, but from him slapping me across
the face.

I rubbed my face in disbelief.

The old man took out a folding knife and snapped it open. The sound startled
me .

His gaze instantly turned cold and sharp. He said viciously, "What are you looking at? Touching you is giving
you face. Take off your underwear. What are you standing there for? I can tell you have a criminal record. Don't fucking think about calling the police, take it off."
With that, he slammed the knife into my seat with a "thud." The sound made me completely dumbfounded.

"Slap, slap!" After two more slaps, he grabbed my hair. He was so strong that the moment he pulled my
head my scalp felt like it was being torn apart.

The old man yelled, "Are you fucking deaf? If you keep spacing out, I'll slash your face. Take it off!"

His sudden "take it off" really terrified me. The moment he uttered the word, I
shuddered , terrified he'd pull the knife out again. Forgetting to unbuckle
my seatbelt, I frantically started taking off my stockings and underwear, my eyes still fixed on the knife.

Seeing my cooperation, the old man gently patted my face with the knife, saying, "That's a good girl. Take
off your coat, lift your skirt."

I felt so wronged, so humiliated, but what could I do? He really would use the knife.

Tears welled in my eyes, my lips were pressed tightly together, but my hands
dared not stop.

The moment my skirt was lifted, I almost burst into tears.

My body trembled with sobs.

The old man looked at me, crying, and simply rubbed his chin. He took a piece of
rope and commanded me, "Hold out your hands."

I shook my head, crying, as I lifted my skirt high. I pleaded, "You can rape me, I won't
tell anyone, please don't. I'll serve you well and make you comfortable. Please, please don't scare me anymore
." After saying this, I was already sobbing uncontrollably.

However, my crying and pleading only earned him his disdain. He said indifferently, "Hold out your hands, or I'll
kill you."

I was afraid and gave in.

I cried and tremblingly stretched out my hands.

He gestured

for me to put my hands behind my back. He skillfully tied my hands behind my back.

The rope was tied so tightly that my hands were painfully constricted. The old man took out a razor blade and,
with a "rip" sound, tore my skirt open.

My short skirt was ripped open, revealing my legs, trembling with fear, slightly clenched together as I
anticipated incontinence.

The old man hummed a song from a model opera, "My Uncle..."

He hummed along, shaking his head, while fiddling with something in his pocket. After a
while, my emotions gradually calmed down, he pulled out something that looked like toothpaste.

He ignored me, simply reaching out to spread my legs. I dared not disobey, so I obediently spread my legs
wide.

His hand roughly caressed my pubic area, his hand covered in that unknown paste-like substance,
like shampoo or bath soap, feeling cool.

This strange sensation naturally terrified me, and I struggled desperately, but the rope was tied too tightly; each
struggle nearly dug into the flesh of my wrists.

I wanted to scream and struggle; this was too terrifying. Then he pressed the sharp knife against my neck.
This forced me to swallow back the budding urge to cry for help.

I choked back tears as I watched him spread the substance evenly, my body still
trembling . Then I saw him take out a gleaming razor and press it against my neck. I quickly held my breath, terrified that...
Even the slightest tremor caused me to be cut and bleed profusely.

The cold blade of the razor pressed against my warm skin, a strong chill making my whole body
tense . Even my vagina seemed to contract and expand slightly from the tension, making my labia look
like the mouth of a fish struggling to breathe.

The razor easily shaved off a large patch of pubic hair, which
he then wiped off with a tissue, enveloped in a clump of soap suds. Only then did I dare to take a few deep breaths.

But before I could catch my breath, his razor was back against me. So I could only endure the difficulty breathing
and continue hold on. He seemed to deliberately slow down, intentionally shaving little by little, and occasionally
pausing the blade to deliberately insert his index finger into my already somewhat wet vagina, then
scooping out a little bit of the remaining fluid and licking and sucking it with his tongue in ecstasy.

I held my breath, already finding it difficult to hold on. A sudden spike in blood pressure due to oxygen deprivation made my ears
ring.

God, please. Just let him rape me and leave. This is
unbearable .

But God seems to ignore me, and this time is no exception.

I finally couldn't hold back any longer; the intense feeling of suffocation made me exhale sharply,
accompanied uncontrollable flow of urine from between my legs.

So shameful…

I can't take it anymore.

Then I screamed hysterically, "You impotent old bastard, you can't play with women, so you scare
them like this. Take out your dick and fuck me! If you fuck me well, I'll lick your dick every day. But
with your spiky appearance, you've probably already cummed. You old bastard, I'll fuck your grandpa. I'll fuck your ancestors for eighteen generations.
I'll fuck your mother, fuck your father, fuck your whole family but I won't fuck you. You old idiot. Fuck me, come on! You're
hard except for the knife in your hand. Fuck your old idiot."

I kept cursing like this, and God is my witness, since I left the countryside for high school to
study in the big city, until I went abroad to study, I've never cursed anyone so freely.

The old man chuckled when he heard this, and with one precise snip, he cut off all the remaining pubic hair of mine. He laughed and said,
"You little slut, I knew you were a whore long ago. A wolf in sheep's clothing, too. Alright, I won't kill you today. Not bad,
you have potential. I, Old Man Lin, have tormented and killed countless women in my life. I have my own
rules: I only shave ten times, the first nine being the pubic hair. If that woman still doesn't cooperate, I'll slit her
throat. You, on the other hand, solved the problem with two cuts, and you even peed a lot."

I glared at the guy defiantly, but the previous tirade had already drained my energy and anger.
So I could only stare wide-eyed to hide my fear.

The old man glanced at me, then casually unzipped his pants, revealing a
massive, erect penis, as long as two men's.

I watched in astonishment as he reclined my chair, my eyes wide as he thrust that huge, thick
thing inside me.

The moment his thing entered, it stretched my vagina wide open, quickly reaching what I
thought was the deepest point, yet his thing was still mostly sticking out.

He continued pushing in, slowly widening what I thought was the end. An
unprecedented excitement and an uncontrollable urge to ejaculate grew stronger and stronger.

It kept moving forward, and I was excited and intoxicated by this sudden sensation.

The originally narrow space was gradually stretched open, deeper and deeper, and my efforts to hold back
the urge seemed increasingly difficult.

I: "Oh, ah... oh..." I actually let out an
intoxicated .

Suddenly, it plunged in deeply, and I felt it reach the very depths of my lower abdomen in one go.

I: "Motherfuer." The swear word had barely left my lips when the wave of excited
spasms came as his penis touched the deepest point.

My lips trembled, a blissful breath carrying the deepest pleasure of my body.

His penis began to move slowly inside my vagina; it was so large that each time it withdrew a little,
it felt as if the tender flesh inside my vagina was being turned inside out.

He dripped lubricant onto the exposed part of his penis as he thrust in and out, then carried
the lubricant into my vagina with each thrust.

I felt my vaginal opening being completely stretched open, my originally wrinkled labia becoming very small.

He moved like this, moving that inch-long thing. Waves of pleasure made me feel like I was floating on air;
at this moment, I had forgotten that I was his prisoner. I loved this feeling so much that I loved
responding fiercely when he stuck his tongue into my mouth. I

also loved when he touched my breasts and pinched my nipples.

Intense pleasure assaulted me again and again, leaving me lying there, enjoying the stimulation brought by each thrust
.

Gradually, his speed increased, each deep thrust bringing with it
the slapping sound of his testicles against my entrance.

I moaned, "Oh, oh, yeah. Fuck me. Ahhhhhh!"

My rapid moans turned into just "ahhhhhh. "

His thrusting became increasingly intense, driving me to the brink of madness.

God, this felt so good.

I'm a married woman with children, and I never knew such pleasure existed
.

I ran my hands through my hair, the intense sensation making me forget all shame.

It moved faster and faster inside me, my heart pounding like a rollercoaster. Until he
let out a groan and thrust in hard.

My heart skipped a beat, a surge of intense pleasure overwhelmed me, and I
trembled violently, like a man ejaculating. The feeling seemed uncontrollable; the trembling intensified.
My body seemed unstoppable; the brief, ten-odd seconds of excitement felt both fulfilling and endless.

He ejaculated too, and as he did, tears involuntarily streamed down my face. Were those tears his
semen?

How could that be? Although I didn't understand why, I knew it was a
feeling of complete liberation after a true orgasm.

He smiled and asked, "Want more?"

I hesitated for a moment and asked, "Any more?"

He laughed, "Plenty."

An hour later, he untied me and left. I took my jogging
clothes and tied my hair up. After drying the seat, I drove on my way home.

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