Zhu Zhu and Xiao Ya

The night was cold and quiet.
I pulled my trench coat collar tighter to ward off the early winter chill. As I took deep breaths, the icy air slid down my throat, a sensation that was neither refreshing nor unsettling.
My heart sank into a corner of gloom and restlessness, making me unwilling to glance at the scenery along the way, and I hurried home with my head down.
Just thirty minutes earlier, I had rejected my boyfriend's kiss, making our date awkward and uninteresting, forcing it to end abruptly.
He's a gentle guy, and has never forced me to do anything I didn't want to do. However, this time, he finally lost his temper and yelled at me, "We've been dating for three years! But you've never let me touch you. If you really hate me that much, just say so!"
I avoided his eyes, remaining silent for a long time. As soon as he spoke, he seemed to regret his harsh words and shut his mouth. We walked silently for a while in this oppressive atmosphere, then simply said goodnight and went our separate ways.
My lonely footsteps echoed coldly on the street. The streetlights seemed malfunctioning, flickering weakly. In summer, moths would flutter around them, but now, even the orange light seemed lifeless, giving off a chilling feeling. Am
I really a frigid woman? I asked myself. I shouldn't dislike him, but whenever he touched me, I subconsciously felt a sense of repulsion. And he was an overly gentle person; in this situation, he would awkwardly stop, not daring to cross the line. So for the past three years, we've maintained a respectful relationship.
Maybe I should see a therapist; after all, I don't want to lose this relationship. Making a decision seemed much easier. I took a deep breath and quickened my pace.
Perhaps I was walking too fast; as I turned a corner, I bumped into someone with a thud.
My nose first caught a faint scent of expensive perfume, and the spot where I bumped into felt soft. A woman? After hastily apologizing, I looked up.
The light was shining on me from the other side, so she should have been able to see my face clearly, but all I could see was the silhouette of a slender neck and a high bun.
She exclaimed in surprise, "Oh my, aren't you Zhu Zhu?"
Did she know me? Who was she? I squinted slightly, avoiding the direct light, trying to make out her face. She had already taken my hand intimately and turned me around, so I could see her clearly.
A clean, fair, oval face, bright eyes with a light blue tint around them, and full, luscious lips painted with a light layer of strawberry-scented, transparent red lip gloss. It seemed like a stranger's face, yet the familiar liveliness and playfulness in her eyes was unforgettable.
"Is it Xiao Ya?" I asked in surprise.
She nodded and smiled sweetly at me.
“That’s wonderful! Ever since you left this city with your parents when you were thirteen, I thought I’d never see you again…” I said sincerely. She frowned slightly and gently stroked my brow with her finger: “…What’s wrong? You look so down. Is something bothering you?”
“Ah… well… it’s because…” I didn’t know what to say for a moment and fell silent.
She smiled understandingly, not pressing the matter further, and took my hand. "Okay, let's forget about the unhappy things. I live nearby now, do you want to stay here tonight? It's been ten years since we last met, and I have so much to talk about with you."
"Yes, I'm happy too." Childhood memories flooded my mind, and the feeling of reunion made me happy too. "I remember back then, I loved playing games with you the most... I even cried a lot the day you left..."
"Yes... I loved playing games with you the most too, remember? Those 'games'..." Seemingly recalling some funny things, her tone became ambiguous, she paused slightly, and then laughed heartily.
A faint blush spread across my face, but thankfully she didn't continue, instead pulling me into an apartment building.
"This place is very upscale, the rent must be very expensive?" I asked as I took off my shoes in the entryway. "It's nothing, my boyfriend paid for everything anyway." She kicked off her shoes, casually tossed her bag onto the coffee table, and collapsed onto the sofa.
"You already have a boyfriend?"
"Yeah, he's rich, handsome, and gentle..." As she spoke of these enviable things, there was no corresponding pride on her face, but rather a faint melancholy. "But..."
"But what?" I sat down beside her, a little confused.
She didn't answer, just looked at me quietly, as if trying to see into the depths of my heart.
"Wh...what's wrong? Why are you looking at me like that?" I asked, a little flustered.
"Hey...you haven't forgotten, have you? Back then, our favorite game..." Her voice had a captivating rhythm, her face as if lightly brushed with rouge, her bright, autumn-water-like eyes becoming hazy, as if bewitched by some magic. She gently cupped my face, breathing hot air into my ear.
As if bewitched, I didn't move or struggle. Her smooth tongue slid down my neck, evoking a strange resonance throughout my body.
"Come on..." her voice was indistinct, "I... I've never forgotten, never forgotten that secret that belonged only to us..."
"No... no..." I weakly pushed her away, "Back then, it was because we were young... we didn't understand..."
"No," she looked up at me with her watery, alluring eyes, her hand gently sliding inside my shirt, touching my skin. I trembled, whether from the cold or something else, "Back then, we didn't understand anything, it was all instinct... do you understand?" Her hand moved upwards, pushing aside my bra, grasping my breast, gently kneading it. My whole body felt like it was being electrocuted, a tingling, sweet pleasure draining my last bit of strength. I could no longer stop her.
"It's just instinct... you and I are the same, born... craving 'that'!" She kissed my lips, sucking, our tongues intertwining. In the faint fragrance, I drifted in and out of consciousness, as if falling into a dreamlike cloud.
Her hand slid inside my waistband, slowly moving downwards, reaching the deepest part…
I groaned, a soft, seductive sound I had never heard myself utter before. But before I could even be surprised, her nimble movements plunged me into another paradise of pleasure.
“Ah…”
She stroked me for a while, then withdrew her hand, chuckling softly, “Look, Zhu Zhu, you’re already so wet.”
I opened my eyes groggily, seeing the sticky fluid on her slender fingers gleaming silvery and erotic under the light, and my face burned like fire.
"Zhu Zhu, you're so cute... Don't worry, there's nothing to be shy about, just... leave everything to me..." She kissed my face, teasing me skillfully, while slowly unbuttoning my shirt. "Don't worry, the room is very warm, you won't catch a cold."
I closed my eyes tightly, whether out of shyness or to fully enjoy the pleasure, I unconsciously began to respond. My body, touched by her, felt like it was on fire, and she trembled just the same when I touched her.
Xiaoya's clothes were off, and my hands could directly touch her smooth, bare skin. Her full, elastic breasts bounced under my hands. With all our clothes removed, our naked bodies were intertwined, lying on the thick carpet.
My head, still reeling from the pleasure, felt a little dizzy. Just as things were getting even more intense, Xiaoya sat up, opened a drawer in a cabinet, and seemed to be searching for something.
I felt a chill, and she stopped abruptly at the crucial moment. I couldn't help but feel a little disappointed: "What's wrong?"
"It's this," she chuckled softly, "Have you forgotten? It used to be our favorite thing." She took it out and showed it to me—a bundle of red cotton rope.
My eyes widened, and before I could react, Xiaoya, sitting on top of me, had already pressed my hands to the ground: "Come on, let me tie you up."
I instinctively squeezed my legs together, a surge of heat rising within me. From the moment I saw the rope, I felt my lower body secrete lubricant more rapidly, which surprised me quite a bit. After all this time, did I still crave the bondage deep down?
When Xiaoya and I were twelve, we often played games in our room. One day, Xiaoya said she wanted to imitate rape scenes from TV, so she tied my hands with a silk scarf and took off my clothes. I struggled fiercely throughout, but only to make the game more realistic. Since then, we often tried binding each other, sometimes hanging, sometimes binding our hands and feet and putting us in bags, sometimes tying our legs apart at opposite ends of the bed…
Although I had no idea what SM was back then, I instinctively felt a kind of pleasure from this game and enjoyed it immensely…
“No…don’t…” I struggled, but not too violently.
“Zhu Zhu, you’re still as engrossed as ever…” Xiao Ya chuckled, wrapping the rope around my fair body, crossing it over my breasts and tightening it. Then she flipped me over, binding my hands firmly behind my back, and then wrapped the excess rope around my genitals, tying a knot that rested on my soft vulva, pulling it up to my chest.
After tying me up, she looked at my naked body, bound and unable to move, only able to occasionally twitch, with admiring eyes: “Zhu Zhu, you’re so beautiful! The red rope perfectly complements your fair skin, and your breasts are so evenly shaped and beautiful. Come on… let’s go back to our happy times…”
Her hands moved inch by inch over my small breasts, my flat stomach… and then, she gently poked that spot. Already exceptionally sensitive from being bound, I jumped like a fish.
"Ah...no! Xiaoya, don't touch there..."
Xiaoya seemed particularly interested in this situation, deliberately grabbing my knee and spreading my thighs apart: "I saw it, Zhu Zhu's there is so cute, she even drools, she actually wants Xiaoya to touch it, right?"
"Xiaoya...no..." The friction of the knot had caused my private parts to secrete a lot of fluid, I was forced to spread my legs, unable to escape, completely exposed in front of Xiaoya, I closed my eyes in shame.
"Already soaked...a hypocritical woman, then let's gag you." Xiaoya crumpled her underwear into a ball and forcibly stuffed it into my mouth. "Ugh...ugh..." In this way, I couldn't speak. The state of being completely unable to resist made me even hotter inside.
"Hehe, I'm going to rape you now! You can't escape now!" Xiaoya used her cute face to pretend to be fierce, pounced on me, and pressed me down, I struggled, making muffled noises.
She pulled the rope loosely and tightly, stimulating my petals. Pleasure surged through my brain, and I writhed wildly, but she held me down tightly, gently sucking on my nipple. The double stimulation left my mind blank.
If my mouth hadn't been gagged, I would have groaned aloud.
"Don't rush, this is just the beginning," Xiaoya said with a devilish smile, removing the wet knot from my private parts and pressing something against my genitals. "I'm going to make you... completely insane!"
The cold sensation startled me. What was it? But with my mouth gagged, I couldn't see or ask.
The feeling of the foreign object pushing against my vulva and sliding inside filled me with fear. I desperately shook my head, hoping Xiaoya would stop, and tried to close my legs, but I could only clamp her body shut. The object was too big, causing a tearing pain. I broke out in a cold sweat and whimpered. "Don't struggle, it'll feel good soon... Zhu Zhu, don't you want to be raped by Xiao Ya, don't you want to be one with Xiao Ya?"
Xiao Ya's words calmed me down a bit, and my body, which had cooled with fear, began to heat up again. Xiao Ya paused her movements, gently kissing and caressing me, and then slowly but firmly pushed forward.
At a certain depth, it seemed to be blocked by a thin membrane. A look of surprise flashed across Xiao Ya's face, and she asked, "Zhu Zhu, are you still a virgin?"
I couldn't answer and nodded.
Xiao Ya cupped my face and gazed at me: "I love you, give me your first time! Zhu Zhu!"
My aroused body craved her caresses, her love, her possession, her thrusts. I closed my eyes and nodded.
Xiao Ya thrust hard, and a wave of intense pleasure, accompanied by sharp pain, spread throughout my body, causing me to spasm. Xiao Ya held me tightly, pushing her thing to its deepest point, and then slowly began to thrust in and out.
"Mmm...mmm..." The illusion of being raped made my whole body burn with heat, sweat glistening on my skin. I writhed, which only intensified the pleasure, the rope digging tightly into my body as I struggled.
Lost in a vortex of confusion and pleasure, I could barely think, barely breathe.
"Ah...ah..." Xiaoya moaned seductively, the thrusting becoming increasingly intense. Finally, she pushed herself forward, and we both reached orgasm simultaneously.
When we both came to our senses from the frenzy of lovemaking, I realized that what Xiaoya had used to penetrate me was the "double-headed dragon" toy I'd seen on adult websites.
That night, Xiaoya relentlessly possessed me, bringing me to the peak of pleasure several times.
While enduring Xiaoya's assault, I felt the mingled pleasure and pain. I closed my eyes, a string of tears streaming down my face.
Perhaps it's not that I hate my boyfriend touching me, but rather that I hope he sees through the weakness beneath my refusal and uses a rougher, more domineering way to hold me tightly, bind me, and take everything from me?
That soul deep down yearning to be abused…

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