Midnight Bride (Complete)

The streets were unusually quiet late at night. It was late autumn, and a gentle breeze carried a chill. Not a car was on the road, only the distant neon lights flickered. Under a streetlamp at the intersection, a young woman stood quietly. She wore flesh-colored stockings, a tight-fitting midriff-baring skirt, and a low-cut top—a rather thin outfit. Her casual sneakers clashed with her attire. Every time the wind blew, she would huddle her legs together, shivering from the cold. A black Bentley sped up and stopped at the intersection. The woman got in and quickly disappeared into the silent night.

My name is Tan Xue, I am 17 years old and an ordinary high school girl. My parents passed away when I was very young, and my grandmother raised me. I don't know what kind of people my parents were. All I know is that the only things they left me were a dilapidated home and a near-perfect appearance and figure: 1.67 meters tall, firm breasts, a slender waist, full hips, and a pair of long, straight legs. My measurements are 85-62-88, which is close to perfect. When I smile, I have two small dimples at the corners of my mouth, so people who know me say that I have a sweet smile. Unfortunately, two months ago, my grandmother became seriously ill and I could no longer smile. The family's livelihood mainly depends on my grandmother's pension and a small inheritance after my parents' death, so we will soon be unable to afford such high medical expenses. Although I've been doing odd jobs to supplement my income, the pressure of life is still overwhelming. Three days ago, I started working part-time cleaning at a nightclub called "Wind, Flower, Snow, and Night." Two scantily clad women were chatting. "Did you hear? She earned 50,000 yuan in one night." "Yeah, I heard. If I'd known I'd only be bullied by men, I would have done SM too." "Haha, be careful you don't get tortured until you cry for your mother." I stood there, lost in thought, muttering to myself, "Is that a lot of money?" "What are you daydreaming about? Aren't you going to work?" A woman in a black rubber bodysuit walked over. "Excuse me, Sister Hua." Her name was Ouyang? Hua was the owner here; everyone called her Sister Hua. She lit a cigarette and said, "Little sister, your family isn't doing well, so you want to make money?" I nodded. "Are you a virgin?" I nodded again. She gave me a phone number and said, "Go back and think it over carefully. Call me when you've figured it out. You know what kind of job this is. You're so young and good-looking; with makeup, you'd definitely be a beauty. Virgins can fetch a high price." "Is it the same kind of job as theirs?" Sister Hua smiled. "It's like being a hostess, basically a prostitute. But you're different. Maybe you can be kept by some boss. With your looks, a virgin is worth 200,000. I'll help you make the arrangements, and we'll split it 50/50—that's the rule." After saying that, she gave me 500 yuan and told me that if I didn't want to, I shouldn't force myself and should never come to places like this again. If I wanted to, I should call her. After

a long, sleepless night, I arrived at the hospital early the next morning with dark circles under my eyes. My grandmother's illness was a kidney problem. The doctor told me that we were very lucky; they had found a matching donor for a kidney transplant, but the conservative estimate was 200,000 yuan. If she didn't have the transplant, my grandmother would only live for a maximum of two months. I went into the ward and kissed my sleeping grandmother, forcing back tears as I left the hospital. I didn't have a phone, so I went straight to the nightclub. Sister Hua was surprised; she hadn't expected me to make a decision so quickly. "Am I going to work like those other girls?" Sister Hua wiped away her tears after hearing my story and said, "Every family has its own problems. If there are other ways, I don't want you to do this. You can contact the TV station for help, but it might be too late." She took a sip of red wine, her face regaining its usual seriousness, and said, "I can help you contact bosses willing to pay high prices, but I'm not a philanthropist. This time, I won't take a commission." She lit a cigarette and continued, "I don't hire female employees. The girls you see here are just there for show; I take a commission. That's the rule. Because if the police find me, I won't bear any responsibility; at most, I'll pay some money, understand? So if you really want to do this, I can contact you. Of course, you can refuse and live a normal life." She then handed me a cell phone and told me to wait for a call. Not long ago, the phone rang. Sister Hua told me that a client had offered 1 million yuan, on the condition that I be available at any time for a year, and that it was SM-type service—euphemistically called "training," but really it was being bound and tortured. She told me she didn't want to take it, but the client's identity was special and the price was high, so she decided to tell me. Whether I took it or not was up to me; if I gave up, it might be difficult to find a client who would pay such a high price. If I agreed, I had to dress provocatively according to the time and place. I agreed without hesitation because I had to save my grandmother, no matter the cost. I wore a low-cut sleeveless shirt and a short skirt, clothes I wore in junior high school. They were very tight now, but I guess I should call them sexy. The stockings were cheap ones I bought from a street stall, but I didn't have any high heels, so I wore my best pair of sneakers.

At two in the morning, I stood in the designated spot, shivering from the cold wind. When the luxury car stopped in front of me, I was at a loss for what to do. My mind went blank, and I just sat there blankly after getting in. The woman next to me looked to be in her mid-twenties, wearing a purple business suit. Her tight-fitting pencil skirt revealed a pair of straight, beautiful legs, black stockings, and purple high heels about ten centimeters high. The suit had a low-cut V-neck, revealing her full breasts encased in her bra. A metal choker and a platinum ruby necklace around her neck were particularly eye-catching. The diamond-shaped ruby sparkled brightly and hung at her alluring cleavage. She had short, neat hair, an oval face, thin lips, a slightly hooked nose, and slender eyebrows. Behind a pair of silver-rimmed glasses were her cold eyes. She glanced at me sideways and said, "You're dressed too inappropriately. Pay attention next time." Her sharp gaze made me unable to look her in the eye, so I silently lowered my head. The car stopped at a villa in the suburbs. A sign read "Lin Mansion" and "Private Property, No Unauthorized Entry." Guards with stun batons stood on either side of the gate, looking very serious. Getting out of the car and entering the manor-like house, the hall was resplendent and incredibly luxurious. I was shivering, but now that it was finally a little warmer, I realized this was a place I'd only ever seen in fairy tales. I never imagined such a luxurious place actually existed in real life. I was led to the bathroom on the second floor. Two girls dressed as maids helped me undress, then took out a syringe and gave me an enema. Oh my god, what was this? I had enemas at the hospital when I was a child, and they were very uncomfortable. But I was at a loss and had no choice but to comply. It was so embarrassing to defecate in front of strangers. My face turned as red as a tomato. Luckily, they were girls, or I would have wanted to crawl into a hole. After several enemas, my intestines were completely cleaned. "Why are we doing this?" one of the girls said with a smile, "Just in case. If Master wants to have anal sex, you don't have to worry about it being unclean." "Anal sex? Does that mean it's only done there?" My face turned even redder, and I dared not think any further. Then I soaked in the bathtub, which felt so comfortable. My tense nerves relaxed a lot. After washing, the two girls helped me remove my body hair, and my body was suddenly smooth. My private parts became very sensitive. At this moment, the woman from before came in with a piece of clothing and some strange things. A leather bra made my breasts stand out, and my already slender waist was bound even more pitifully, as if it would break at any moment, making it hard for me to breathe. The rubber stockings tightly wrapped my legs from my feet to my thighs. They were probably too small; even with lubricant, it took a lot of effort to put them on, and because of this, my legs were almost completely immobile. I was led to a large bedroom, dimly lit only by a wall lamp, but it was still clearly luxuriously furnished. I lay on a bed so large that three people could sleep comfortably. My wrists were locked together and secured to the headboard with leather wristbands. My legs were spread wide, and my feet were secured to the foot of the bed with leather buckles and chains on either side. The chains were short but... I couldn't close my legs. To be honest, let alone close them, even bending them to relax was impossible because they were too tight. A woman in uniform came over, hugged my head, and made me drink a large glass of cold water, about half a liter. Then she took out a metal plug with a pull ring at the bottom and said, "Holding your pee will make you tighter, and your master will like that. So even if you're bursting, you can't pee. You absolutely can't say you need to pee, understand?" Then she forcefully inserted the plug into my urethra. "Ouch, it hurts! How can you do this there?" I couldn't help but cry out. Then a gag was stuffed into my mouth, and two leather straps were tightly locked behind my head. She took out a metal cordless vibrator and placed it on my clitoris, securing it with a not-too-wide leather strap. One end was fastened to the back of my bra, and the other end was threaded through the metal ring under my bra. She tightened the strap until it was clenched into my tender flesh before stopping, and then locked it with a small lock. Then she turned on the vibrator. My most sensitive area had never been stimulated like this before, and I began to struggle involuntarily, making "woo-woo" protesting sounds. The woman said expressionlessly, "This is an automatic transmission, it won't give you an orgasm, but it will help you get into the mood better. You should be grateful I didn't use aphrodisiacs, because Master doesn't like them. Finally, a reminder: don't struggle, otherwise you'll be too weak if Master comes back. By the way, if Master doesn't come back, I'll let you go home at 9 am tomorrow. Before that, no one except Master will come in. Be patient and wait."

In the dimly lit bedroom, a young girl was bound to the bed like a lamb to the slaughter, making faint "woof" sounds. The silence was unsettling. I waited, bewildered, waiting for the person who bought me to return and enjoy his prey. Another unbearable jolt struck, mercilessly pulling me back to reality. How many times had this happened? Either stop making a fuss or don't stop at all. At this moment, I felt incredibly lewd, thinking about this. This was the first time in my life I'd been tied up, and now I actually hoped that stranger would appear quickly. I wanted to slap myself, but I also started to worry. What if that person didn't come back? Oh God! I need to pee! If I'd known it was this perverted, I should have emptied my tummy while showering. I'd been freezing for so long and wanted to pee, but I held it in because I was nervous and scared on the bus. Now it's too late, and that woman made me drink a whole glass of cold water. My stomach was bloated; if it weren't blocked, I would have peed already. I tried to push, feeling the urine at the urethra but unable to come out. When I relaxed, the water that was about to be released flowed back into my bladder, causing me pain. I struggled again, closing my eyes and silently cursing, "That woman, even though I don't know your name, I, Tan Xue, curse you to wet the bed every day from now on." Was that too evil? I wondered if things would get worse. Just then, the door opened, and my nerves tensed up instantly. I didn't dare breathe. It was a man, about 1.9 meters tall, leaning against the door, holding a bottle of red wine. It was too dark for me to see his face clearly, but I knew he was young and probably handsome. The woman beside him, supporting him, said, "Why did you drink so much? Let's skip it tonight." "Get out of here, this is none of your business." The man pushed the woman out and closed the door. He slowly took off his clothes and lay naked next to me. I was so scared that I closed my eyes tightly, unable to look. He hugged me and kissed my cheek. I could feel his strength and his muscular build. "Why are you nervous? What are you calling for...? Don't say anything, hahaha, sorry, your mouth is gagged." He removed the gag from me and then kissed me deeply. Our tongues intertwined, and I smelled a strong stench of alcohol that made me feel nauseous. My first kiss was gone just like that. He forcefully pulled off the belt on my lower body, and before I could react, something entered my body. It was so big and painful that I couldn't help but cry out, "Ah... ah, no... no!" The object began to violently thrust inside me, as if it was going to pierce me. In that instant of pain, I felt a pleasure I had never felt before. A stream of liquid spurted from my lower body. I clenched my fists tightly. Was this what they called an orgasm in physiology class? I didn't want to think anymore. I closed my eyes, enduring and enjoying it, involuntarily moaning in response to the man's movements: "Ah...ah..." until I felt a liquid rush into my body, and instantly my lower body felt full. "Not enough, that feels so good, let's do it again." He patted my bulging belly: "So you were holding your pee, hahaha, you're really tight, then tighten it even more." He pinched my nose with his hand, and I opened my mouth to breathe, but instead of air, I was met with red wine. I had never drunk alcohol before, and the first time I drank it was by being forced to. I struggled to break free, but it was no use. The wine was spilled everywhere, and the sheets were soaked, but at least half of it went into my stomach. My head was spinning, and before I could catch my breath, the man began another round of assault. I couldn't bear it and cried out: "Stop, I need to pee, it'll break if you keep going...ah!" My hands broke free of the locks and tightly hugged the man, even digging my nails into his flesh, but the man didn't stop. A strong wave of pleasure made me lose consciousness.

I opened my eyes; it was already broad daylight. I was still in the same position, only the leather handcuffs had been replaced with cold metal shackles. My lower body still ached faintly from last night's stimulation. A strong urge to urinate woke me up. I struggled, but my shackled hands and feet were painfully constricted. I cried out, "I need to pee! Someone... Waaah... Please let me pee!" The woman from last night came in and sat beside me. "You're quite strong; you even injured your master. If it weren't for the master's leniency, I would have made you burst from holding it in." She untied my bonds and took out a measuring cylinder, saying, "Pee here." I didn't care about shame anymore and forcefully pulled out the plug from my urethra. It hurt so much; it must be inflamed. Yellow urine gushed out. "1.6 liters, quite a good capacity," she said. "Go take a bath and then come back here." Two maids helped me to the bathroom. I soaked in the bathtub, feeling so dirty. Is this what men are like? This is what female sexual happiness is like—it's terrifying. When I returned to the bedroom, something even more terrifying awaited me. The woman held a pair of underwear in her hand, except this pair was made of metal. "Wearing this will restrict your urination and defecation a little, but it won't affect anything. The main thing is to prevent you from masturbating and messing around with other men." After she finished speaking, she put it on me. It was a little tight and uncomfortable, but what was even more uncomfortable was what she took me for. Was I the kind of lowly woman who would go looking for men? But I didn't say it out loud. Then she took out a large glass, filled it with water, and put two pills in, which dissolved quickly. "Drink this. This is an order to prevent you from getting pregnant. From now on, twice a day, morning and evening. But don't worry, the side effects are very minor. As long as you stop taking it, you will regain your fertility quickly." So this was what she had given me to drink last night. Finally, she gave me a box containing several beautiful clothes. "Your clothes are too indecent. From now on, wear these clothes, understand? There's also revenge for being a virgin in here." I nodded silently.

The car took me home, and I immediately opened the suitcase containing five or six beautiful clothes and accessories that I could only see in shop windows. But I had no interest in admiring them at the moment. Underneath the clothes was a full 200,000 yuan in cash. I looked at the money and tears streamed down my face. That day, despite the pain in my lower body, I took the money to the hospital. My grandmother could be saved. However, the doctor hesitated when he saw the money, but after seeing my ashamed expression, he didn't ask any more questions and just shook his head. After relaxing, I fell ill with a high fever and ended up in bed. The doctor diagnosed me with a gynecological issue and advised me to avoid vigorous sexual activity. What a joke! It's so easy being a man; you can just relax and enjoy yourself, while women have to endure the pain imposed upon them. The next few days of rest went smoothly, and I returned to school to prepare for my upcoming winter break final exams. Just when everything seemed calm, the phone rang—a sound that would make my soul leave my body. "Tomorrow evening at 7 PM, suite 701, International Business Hotel." Tomorrow was the weekend, so I had time, but this sudden call came without any warning. What did he take me for? Thinking about this, I felt a little wronged, but mostly angry.

I put on a pink sundress, which perfectly matched my pink 10cm heels, a beige women's coat, and a white scarf. If you didn't know, no one would guess that this beautiful woman dressed in designer clothes was actually a poor student. A hotel staff member opened the door for me. Having never experienced such service before, I felt a little embarrassed. Wearing 10cm heels, I was still unaccustomed to it and walked a little unsteadily. Entering the lobby, I felt like I was in a place only the wealthy could afford. I took a deep breath and went to the front desk. The staff member led me to suite 701. My feelings were complicated and I was nervous. After the staff member left, I knocked on the door. "Come in," a clear and magnetic voice made my heart skip a beat. Could it be the man from last time? I pushed open the door and went in. In the living room, a young man in a white suit, white shirt, white leather shoes, and a light blue tie stood beside the sofa. He had short, shiny black hair, thin, thick eyebrows, and bright, intelligent eyes. He had a high nose and rosy lips. So handsome! Was he Prince Charming? "Please sit down," he said, and I unconsciously obeyed his words and sat down. "Last week I was drunk and acted inappropriately. I'm sorry. I believe I can make it up to you." So it really was the man from before. It was unbelievable. "It's nothing, I'm fine now, thank you." Was he concerned about me? I said nervously, "I'm sorry, I didn't know who you were last time." The man smiled gently, "I don't want you to know, just as I don't want to know you. Our relationship is just a monetary contract; I pay you to satisfy me." I lowered my head and didn't speak. "I just want to tell you I'm sorry about what happened last time. I'll give you some extra compensation, but we only met at midnight. When the sunlight comes in, we won't know each other anymore. Do you understand?" I nodded, crying, and choked out, "I know, I'm just a lowly woman who appears at night to provide you with services." He hesitated. He slowly sat down and hugged me, saying, "Degrading? I don't think so. You're beautiful, really, more beautiful than any of my previous women. There's nothing degrading about you earning your own money; you're noble." He kissed my forehead and said, "It's just that I can't give you any title, but if I can offer any comfort, you are my midnight bride. I won't tolerate anyone else hurting you; I will protect you until the day we break up." I looked up at him and said, "Midnight bride, thank you. I understand, but I just don't want to accept it. You are the first man in my life, and I hope I will always be your midnight bride." I kissed his lips; it felt so good at that moment.

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