[Urban] The Shy Young Woman Qianrong (Complete) - 4-6

Chapter 7

"...Huff...Huff..."

After finally climaxing and experiencing a satisfyingly pleasurable release, Ye Zhengshun contentedly pulled his penis out of Qianrong's anus. As the soft, ugly penis withdrew from the warm, tender cavity, a mixture of white fluid and a little brownish filth was simultaneously drawn out of the pitiful Qianrong's body.

"...Ugh..."

Before the glass window, the poor female VJ sobbed. In her last shred of sanity, the hot, white semen shot deep into her anus, penetrating her entire rectum. The ugly penis, causing excruciating pain, finally withdrew from her body. Her poor anus burned with pain. The poor woman's body, pressed tightly against the colorless glass, tragically and helplessly, her delicate white hands, slender fingers, full breasts, and erect nipples rubbing against the glass, slowly collapsed onto the deep red carpet. The

filthy white semen mixed with the brown substance flowed slowly from the inside of the female VJ's snow-white thighs, following the contractions of her tender anus, which could not close properly after the intense intercourse.

"Not bad! So tight! Qiannu, do you make Peter enjoy this every night?"

The man, slightly exhausted after the intense intercourse, sat on the large bed, not even bothering with his own erection. He leisurely took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, continuing to ogle the popular female host he had just ejaculated on, while casually smoking.

Beside the glass window, poor Qianrong hung her head, weeping helplessly. Her reason told her to leave this dangerous place immediately. If no one had seen her, or filmed it… Waaah… But after enduring that terrible torment, being anally raped and ejaculated on by the man she once trusted most in broad daylight, the white, cloudy semen still slowly flowing from her body—and even worse, the unbearable psychological torment and humiliation… Waaah… Why, why did you do this to me…

At this moment, the poor popular female VJ truly felt that the world had completely ended. She lay helplessly, her naked body soaked in sweat, lying pitifully on the carpet by the window. Her petite, pale body trembled with each tear, her sobs filled with sorrow. She gently covered her face with her slender fingers, shielding her eyes and lips. But even so, pearl-like tears continued to fall from her cheeks, soaking the carpet beneath her. The

poor, popular VJ wept helplessly, biting her lip tightly with her pearly white teeth—even now, a trace of her stubbornness and pride seemed to remain, so much so that even at this moment, she was still trying her best to suppress her sobs, a strong subconscious desire to prove that she was not as weak as others perceived her to be.

But reality often defies our wishes. Just like the manager who brought her so much pain, the man who had slept with a popular female VJ in front of the wide-open glass window, now looked completely relaxed and enjoying himself.

Sitting on the bed, Ye Zhengshun looked at the timidly weeping Qianrong. Her pretty face was hidden by her black hair, but her naked body still exuded an alluring charm—whether from the sunlight or the passion, Qianrong's body was now a gleaming white. Her petite body was curled up limply, revealing her shapely, long legs honed by years of exercise, yoga, and running; her large, white buttocks; her smooth back; and her slender waist. The graceful lines of her curled-up body were incredibly alluring. Even the white creases on the soles of her beautiful little feet were so captivating, inspiring a desire to cup them and lick them.

In the hazy smoke, the man puffed on his cigarette, his lust still burning. How could he possibly finish with just one thrust in the face of such a beauty? Looking at his still-limp penis and then at the little slut's appearance, he knew it was impossible for Qianrong's mouth to revive it. He could only turn to Ye Zhengshun

, who carried the medicine, for help. While reaching into his pocket, he continued his mocking and sarcastic remarks about Qianrong. "Qiannu, what's stuck to me here? Is it your poop? A beauty like you pooping? Impossible! Looks like I really need to clean you properly next time, otherwise it's just too filthy!"

By the window, the naked beauty lay there helplessly, weeping pitifully. She didn't even have the strength to refute Ye Zhengshun's sarcastic and mocking words. She simply used her body to cover her ravaged breasts, pressing them into hemispheres as if they were about to burst, and continued to weep helplessly.

"Waaah..."

Just as Ye Zhengshun was feeling smug, thinking about having another go with the popular female VJ, and taking out all the medicine from his pocket, a faint voice suddenly rang out outside the ward door, "Hi, beauty?"

Inside the room, the poor popular female VJ was still crying, unresponsive. For Qianrong at this moment, it seemed that nothing could be worse than this. And Ye Zhengshun? He was immediately startled by the knocking on the door that followed the voice. In an instant, he remembered Ni Yu saying that Qianrong should rest well these few days and recuperate, and no one was allowed to touch her—Ye Zhengshun heard that the person speaking outside was George. Perhaps Director Ni hadn't come with him, but what if he had? Or, to put it another way, if those two foreigners saw Qianrong like this and told Ni Yuyi…

In a panic, the once-proud manager became completely flustered. He looked at Qianrong lying there naked, then at the VIP room door, forgetting even to tell her to put her clothes on. He just hurriedly stuffed his penis back into his pants, zipped up his trousers, and fastened his belt.

“I told you the key card would be useful!”

Inside, before Ye Zhengshun could even finish tidying up, the room door was pushed open with a loud “click” from an English voice.

“Whoa! What’s going on?”

Two tall, burly women appeared at the door as expected. The manager, who had been so smug just moments before, was now completely changed, cold sweat pouring down his face uncontrollably.

The two foreign men stared at the popular female VJ, naked and curled up, crying in front of the glass window, and her manager, looking as disheveled as if caught in the act of adultery. One of them immediately let out a strange cry, while the other, in a tone that was neither fully English nor Chinese, asked in an accusatory manner, "Ye, what's going on here? Didn't Director Ni say that Zhao needed to rest? What's going on with you two?"

"We, we..."

Ye Zhengshun stammered, seeing that the two foreigners hadn't even closed the door, leaving it wide open to question him. Who knows, maybe some medical staff or patient will walk by at this moment, and Qianrong's appearance will be seen, adding another witness to the room—actually, Ye Zhengshun dared to play so wildly with Qianrong earlier because he learned from Ni Yu about some special features of this hospital. The windows in these VIP wards are like magic mirrors; you can clearly see outside from the inside, just like normal glass, but without remote control, you absolutely cannot see inside from the outside—In his panic, an idea suddenly flashed through Ye Zhengshun's mind, "I'm here to discuss the script with Qianrong!"

"Script?"

George and Danny clearly had a "Do you think I'm stupid?" look on their faces. Inside the room, a woman was lying naked, crying, and look, what's flowing from the crevice of her buttocks?

Knowing full well that the two foreigners wouldn't believe him, the agent couldn't care less at this point and continued to fabricate, "Yes! Qianrong wasn't in good shape during filming today, and Director Ni was quite angry, wasn't he? So I talked to her about getting into character. If she's not putting in her best effort, I, as her agent, can't be slacking off!"

"So she took off all her clothes and told you that?"

George continued to mock him in his broken English.

"Yes!"

Ye Zhengshun, not caring about the consequences, readily agreed, sweating profusely, "Weren't we going to be naked during filming tomorrow too? So Qianrong felt it was easier to get into character this way. Right, Qianrong?"

As he spoke, Ye Zhengshun glanced at Qianrong, only to see that this once proud and innocent female host, who had now stripped naked and even masturbated herself, was still crying with her head buried in her hands. Sweating profusely, he quickly added, "Haha, look, still getting into character."

"Oh? So you're not finished talking yet?"

Danny glanced left and right, tilting his head to look at the naked woman crying in front of the glass window, and casually muttered.

"Finished? Oh, of course. Oh no!"

In an instant, another thought flashed through Ye Zhengshun's mind. The man, whose pants still had traces of liquid, carefully moved his feet toward the door. "Actually, there's still a lot to talk about, it's just the beginning. But I happen to have some things to take care of. You know, I don't just take care of Qianrong, I have many other people to take care of... How about this? You two continue with the instruction? Anyway, you're filming together tomorrow, so it's a good opportunity to practice."

As he spoke, it was as if his tongue was no longer under his control. The sweating agent gestured for them to proceed, almost inviting the two foreigners to rape Qianrong. Under their watchful eyes, she shifted her feet to the door, her heart brimming with unspoken words. She slipped outside and gently closed the door.

Outside, Ye Zhengshun was truly unwilling to let Qianrong's beautiful body be defiled by George and Danny, but the reality was that if they went to Ni Yu to sue him, he was already struggling to even pay his debt interest. If he offended Ni Yu, the consequences were unimaginable. Faced with this completely corrupt agent, he could only console himself, thinking, "Oh well, Qianrong will be filming with those two foreigners anyway, so it doesn't matter if they do it sooner or later." At the same time, he kept picturing Qianrong's beautiful body sandwiched between the two foreigners, her pitiful cries rising in his mind, and he couldn't help but feel a surge of jealousy.

"Damn it, you little bitch! Enjoy yourself with those two foreigners now! Wait till I get my hands on you!" Outside the VIP ward, Ye Zhengshun was extremely agitated, worried that the two foreigners wouldn't fall for his tricks, and also filled with jealousy. He couldn't leave, but staying was also unbearable. After hesitating for a long time, like a man who had given his wife away to another man, he finally stopped near the VIP ward door, taking out another cigarette.

"Miss Zhao? What? Are you planning to continue like this?"

While Ye Zhengshun was smoking in frustration, inside the ward, the two foreigners had already approached Qianrong. Seeing this delicate beauty naked, her slender, white legs, her sculpted feet, her delicate arms, her pale body, lying there trembling, weak, and helpless, crying, Danny, who was already considered a sadist, immediately felt his penis harden.

"Hey, what should we do? Miss Zhao doesn't seem very willing to cooperate?"

Danny said, pretending not to know what to do.

"Wow! This is going to be difficult. If Miss Zhao is still like this tomorrow, the director will definitely be dissatisfied."

George, whose face was as black as chocolate, revealed a wicked smile and licked his lips.

The two foreigners exchanged a smile. Having also inquired about the contents of this VIP ward, they quickly found the remote control that Dr. Liu had placed on the TV cabinet and began pressing the buttons rapidly. Sure enough, a moment later, several recording devices hung down from the ceiling in the four corners of the room. As an image appeared on the large projector, "Haha, this thing is really good!" The two foreigners were surprised to find their own images appearing on the TV screen. In addition to the things they had heard about, this room actually had on-site photography, recording, and playback equipment.

Several long, hidden compartments in the ceiling opened further, revealing several sliding rods, chains, and shackles that were clearly prepared for SM enthusiasts. A large hidden compartment was also revealed on a wall that was originally smooth and flat.

George and Danny glanced inside and saw nothing but costumes, leather suits, bottles of medicine, and sex toys.

Seeing so much readily available good stuff, the two foreigners immediately exchanged a smile. George turned back to the still-crying popular female VJ and pulled out a bottle of what appeared to be aphrodisiac oil from the pile of things—poor Qianrong, still weeping, though her tragic fate was sealed the moment Ye Zhengshun left the room. But having been sexually assaulted in broad daylight in front of countless people, she was completely unprepared for what was to come. Just thinking about her life being utterly ruined, about becoming the cover of newspapers and media, her mind filled with headlines like "Popular TV Host Having Naked Sex in Hospital," made her feel as if the whole world had collapsed. "Waaah…" Amidst her sorrowful sobs, poor Qianrong felt that everything around her was irrelevant and no longer cared about her.

But Danny, being an S-type, wouldn't care what this little beauty was thinking. A porn actor who specialized in filming sadomasochistic movies back in America, he raised the bottle of essential oil, held it high, and poured it over Qianrong's cute little face.

"Waaah..."

The poor female VJ, still crying, was suddenly hit in the face by the thick, pungent essential oil. Completely unprepared, she was crying her heart out. Her small nose was immediately suffocated by the oil, and she instinctively dodged to the side.

"Waaah...cough, cough..."

In a daze, poor Qianrong felt her mouth and nose covered in the oil. She quickly moved her pale body, her swollen, red eyes looking up blankly, but before she could even see the two foreigners clearly, her eyes were covered in oil again.

"Waaah..."

"What are you doing!" "!" The popular female VJ hurriedly raised her arms, wiping the substance from her face while frantically trying to stop it from falling. As her naked body rolled, George, standing beside her, could almost clearly feel the VJ's delicate, pure flesh touching his toes on his bare, black feet. How soft and smooth her white, naked body was. Having partnered with this white man for many years, he quickly twisted his wrist and poured the bottle of essential oil he was holding onto the VJ.

"Ugh..." Poor Qianrong couldn't understand what was happening. Under the constant pouring of the sticky, pungent essential oil, her eyes, already red and swollen from crying, stung and hurt, making it impossible for her to open them. For a moment, she couldn't care less about anything else. She quickly shut her mouth, held her breath, and struggled to crawl away from the two foreigners. But with her bones almost broken from Ye Zhengshun's recent actions and her anus still burning with pain, how could she possibly move so quickly?

On the deep red carpet, the naked, pure and innocent female host struggled to get up. Her large breasts, covered in men's handprints, swayed violently with her movements, truly a sight to behold.

The two foreigners watched as the pitiful Qianrong struggled, her slender fingertips, delicate hands, and lovely, white feet pressed and moved across the carpet's velvet, her long, beautiful legs moving in sync with the rhythmic undulations of her large, shapely buttocks. Her skin, uniquely Eastern and far more delicate and soft than that of Western women, tensed with fear and tension. The two foreigners practically moved with Qianrong, continuously pouring the essential oil they held.

The essential oil, shimmering golden in the sunlight, poured onto Qianrong's smooth, bare back, trickling down her snow-white, delicate body, dripping onto her large, beautiful breasts, their nipples erect with fear and dread. It even flowed down her slender waist and large, shapely buttocks, down into her cleft, into the alluring pubic hair and the delicate crease of her flesh. "

What are you doing?!"

"...Ugh..."

Poor Qianrong couldn't even scream in her panic, practically crawling forward on her hands and feet. But how could the two foreigners let her escape? While continuously pouring essential oil, covering the popular female VJ's beautiful bare back and two large buttocks with this aphrodisiac, Danny and George squatted down one after the other. They had already stripped naked and had had several opportunities over the past few days but hadn't been able to taste this beautiful flesh. They grabbed Qianrong's arms, one in each hand, and turned the powerless female VJ over.

No, no!

The poor popular female VJ let out a pitiful cry. Because her eyes were still unable to open, burning and painful, and her small nose and lips were covered with essential oil, she couldn't say anything at all, and could only struggle with all her might. Covered in the slippery essential oil, her slender waist twisted like a water snake, her two large breasts and bright red nipples swaying violently with her struggles. Her long, jade-like legs, trembling with fear, seemed to have vanished from the pain in her labia, kicking wildly, even deforming and piling up the carpet's fibers.

"Miss Zhao really doesn't intend to cooperate?"

Seeing that the small bottle of essential oil in his hand was empty, Danny, his left hand tightly gripping Qianrong's wrist, chuckled lewdly.

"Ugh...ugh...you..."

The pitiful, popular VJ continued to struggle, while the white man shifted his gaze upwards to the iron pipes and shackles above.

The black and white partners beside him, having worked together for a while, naturally understood their companion's meaning. He pulled her up, and the poor, once-proud and popular female VJ was dragged up by the two foreigners.

The two foreigners picked up the remote control and fiddled with it for a while. During this time, the magic glass accidentally lost its light-filtering effect, revealing Qianrong's naked body and the two foreigners' bodies completely—fortunately, before anyone outside noticed this, the glass was restored to its original state.

"What are you doing?"

Poor Qianrong, naked and being held by the two foreigners, struggled and tried to escape, but to no avail. The pungent, thick essential oil entered her mouth, making her feel extremely uncomfortable, and a dry heave rose in her throat, making her feel nauseous. Her delicate, red-painted feet twisted and stomped on the deep red carpet, her long, slender legs straining with all their might. But ultimately, the two foreigners locked her slender wrists, one in each hand, into shiny black wrist cuffs.

"What are we doing? Teaching you how to get into character!"

Danny, standing beside her, grabbed Qianrong's small wrists, and together with George on either side, they squeezed her petite body tightly. He could clearly feel not only her beautiful flesh touching his chest and abdomen, but also the comfortable, elastic feel of her large breasts slapping against his skin as she struggled. Even his large penis rubbed against her slender waist and pressed against her smooth abdomen with each thrust. The poor,

popular VJ endured the annoyance of those two things pressing against her waist and abdomen. Her fair, flawless abdomen, under the flanking assault of the two foreigners' large penises, was quickly smeared with precum, becoming even shinier and stickier. Poor Qianrong cried helplessly, struggling futilely. This once proud woman seemed utterly helpless except for weeping.

As the two foreigners pressed the button on the remote, the chains tightened, and the poor, popular VJ's body was pulled upwards like a fish on a chopping block, her long arms and entire upper body straightened by the sliding chains.

"No, no..."

Finally, the two foreigners released Qianrong's wrists. They looked at this popular VJ, with millions of fans on television, her once bright and spirited eyes now unable to fully open in her futile pleas. Her naked body was slowly pulled upwards. As her slender, white arms were stretched straight, her full breasts protruded even further forward, her large breasts trembling and her two red nipples bobbing. Although Qianrong's long legs were freed after their grasping hands were released, under the mechanical pull, they ultimately swayed back and forth uselessly as her body was pulled upwards.

"Ugh... um..."

The poor, popular female VJ, after struggling violently, gasped repeatedly, her strength waning, even her blue hair sticking to her face with the essential oil during her struggles. But the two foreigners seemed very happy, even excited.

They watched as the female VJ continued her futile struggles under the pull of the chains. Because her smooth, beautiful back was stretched straight, her breasts appeared even more excessively full and forward, as if their cup size had increased by a size. With each struggle, they swayed frighteningly, the two bright red nipples tracing various arcs back and forth. Beneath her smooth, glistening belly, glistening from their penises, and beneath her neatly trimmed, short, triangular pubic hair, the poor, popular female VJ, though trying to protect her private parts, seemingly attempting to clamp them with her weak legs, could only lift her body little by little. Her slender arms couldn't support the weight of her petite frame, and she ultimately had to rely on her feet for support. Her alluring vulva, its pinkish color, was something she couldn't hide; it was clearly exposed to the two foreign women.

"Ugh... um..."

The poor female VJ felt the weight on her slender wrists increasing, and in her futile struggles, the chains finally stopped pulling her body until only the tips of her toes could barely touch the ground.

"Huff... um..."

The poor female VJ's full breasts rose and fell rapidly with her heavy breathing. When everything suddenly stopped, poor Qianrong suddenly found herself once again enveloped in the warm sunlight. She struggled to open her eyes, which were stinging from the essential oil and unable to see clearly, and was horrified to find that her body was once again reflected in the light and shadow of the glass window.

"No, don't..."

In an instant, after the violent struggle, the female VJ, whose despair and numbness had vanished, let out a shy, even desperate, cry.

She ignored her panting, her naked body covered in essential oil and sweat, even her most shameful vulva clearly displayed before the two foreign men. The two men were oblivious to her shame and fear, but even knowing it was futile, they could only try. Struggling desperately, she pleaded with them, "Please, don't hang me here." "

Why?"

George, speaking in a thick, broken English accent, questioned the poor, popular female VJ. He looked at her frail body; unlike most women bound in such situations, she wasn't exhausted from struggling and slumped there, but rather trembling with fear. Large tears streamed down her face, whether from something in her eyes or something else entirely. Her delicate nose twitched with each sob, and her tightly clenched lips conveyed a sense of desperate, almost suicidal weeping, especially after glancing out the window—this feeling intensified. The tall black man suddenly realized something: 'Doesn't this little slut know the windows are specially made, so you can't see into this room from the outside?' At the same time, Danny beside him also sensed this. The white man, who was originally a male actor in sadomasochistic films, revealed a cruel, wicked smile, reaching out his large hand to touch Qianrong's pert breasts. "What? Isn't it nice to have sex in front of a bunch of people? Back in my hometown, this is nothing special!"

But this isn't your hometown!

Poor Qianrong cried out in her heart, but she could only cry helplessly, shaking her head weakly. Filled with fear, dread, and despair, yet still clinging to a tiny hope for a miracle, she could only tremble and sob, letting Danny's large hand fondle and squeeze her breasts. Overwhelmed by shame and despair, she closed her eyes again, suppressing the tears of shame and despair that streamed down her face. The despicable

white man stared at the trembling, weeping Eastern woman before him, consumed by fear and despair. He touched her firm breasts, finding the flesh soft and supple, and exclaimed in admiration, "Eastern women's breasts are truly wonderful!"

"What? Didn't you always say that the bigger a woman's breasts, the better?"

the black man, familiar with his friend, asked, somewhat puzzled. In his opinion, while Qianrong's breasts were beautiful, their size was only considered relatively large for an Eastern woman; in Europe and America, they were just average.

"What do you know? Those women have rock-hard breasts, as hard as rocks. Feel these closely, they're the real deal!"

Danny glanced at his partner, continuing to knead Qianrong's breasts, explaining to him.

"Oh? Really?"

The tall black man mimicked his friend, reaching out to grab Qianrong's breasts. Poor Qianrong, her hands chained, could only sadly endure the fact that her beautiful breasts, which she had maintained meticulously, paying special attention to their shape and skin, and doing daily chest-expanding exercises to achieve their truly natural beauty, were being carelessly played with by two foreign men. She could only continue there, helplessly weeping and moaning in shame.

"No...please...um..."

George and Danny, one black and one white, each with their large hands, grasped the woman's breasts. After a careful examination, the black man nodded, agreeing that the popular VJ's breasts were indeed as his friend had described—amazingly elastic, with delicate skin, feeling like plump jelly to the touch, cool and refreshing. Although it wasn't the first time he'd played with them, now, after careful examination, he felt that no matter how he kneaded them, they remained equally elastic and smooth. Although the previous two days had been a bit excessive, leaving her breasts whiter and more swollen, upon closer inspection, they were still comparable to most of the women with hard breasts he had encountered.

"Please, please let me go first, okay... Waaah... If you really can't, you can at least draw the curtains... Waaah..."

Poor Qianrong cried desperately, her petite body trembling with fear as the two foreigners toyed with her. Even her voice trembled; her once eloquent tongue was now barely audible. The

pitiful, popular VJ pleaded with them, not begging them to let her go, but just asking them to have a little humanity and not leave her hanging in such a visible place.

"...Waaah..."

But how could these two foreigners possibly agree to this delicious meat they already had, meat they could eat however they wanted?

Knowing that the more nervous a woman is, the tighter her alluring vagina will become, Danny said in broken Chinese, "Why? You must have never been in this kind of environment before, right? Let me tell you, this is what's called exciting! To have a bunch of people watching, to climax under their gaze, that's what's wonderful."

"Ugh..."

No, no, I don't want this... Poor Qianrong cried helplessly, shaking her head violently, biting her lip, screaming inwardly.

"Yeah! Besides, after filming a lot, these kinds of scenes will happen often. You can't just tell everyone to step aside and do it then, can you?"

George chimed in.

"Ugh... Please... Ugh..."

Poor Qianrong, at this point, had no choice but to helplessly beg them, hoping they would have a change of heart and let her go.

But what about these two foreign women? George vigorously kneaded one of Qianrong's beautiful breasts, his large, dark hands gripping the snow-white flesh, constantly shifting and squeezing it, enjoying the feel of the soft flesh. The popular VJ felt excruciating pain in her chest, enduring the torment while he pinched the engorged nipple with his fingers.

"...Mmm...Ugh..."

The tall black man watched as the popular VJ, who had been begging him, trembled immediately after her nipple was attacked, just like most women, quickly losing the strength to resist. She bit her lip tightly, her starry eyes slightly closed. Her previously feeble, weak panting became even heavier. Her skin and body, taut from the struggle, gradually softened. Seeing Qianrong's reaction, watching her face flush with arousal, her cheeks reddening rapidly after a period of passion, the Black man intensified his actions, even using his teeth to bite and suck on her sweet, ruby-like nipple.

"No...no...no..."

Poor Qianrong, under the Black man's voracious sucking, had almost half her breast in his mouth. The large projector clearly showed how George swallowed most of Qianrong's large, beautiful breasts, like playful toys, constantly slipping out of his mouth. No matter how hard he tried to hold her breasts with his thick lips, they kept slipping out.

Poor Qianrong, under George's sucking, her eyes became even more erratic, her breathing more rapid and heavy. "No...uh...no...please...uh...let me go...uh..."

Even her pleading voice grew weaker and weaker. George used his tongue, thick lips, to forcefully suck on her nipples, licking and biting them back and forth, until her body slumped even more. The poor popular VJ felt as if her soul was being sucked out. Her slender fingers, which had been tightly clenched above the handcuffs, loosened weakly because of the uncontrollable burning sensation on her nipples.

Deep inside her honeyed orifice, her flower bud became wet and sticky, secreting arousal fluid.

"What? Is the beauty so shy?"

"Buzz..."

Danny watched the popular VJ, whose eyes were still brimming with tears, and heard her pleas growing weaker and weaker, almost turning into suppressed moans. With a wicked grin, he took out a huge electric dildo from the hidden compartment. As soon as he pressed the button, the enormous dildo, which had many raised bumps on its surface, immediately started to hum and spin.

The tall white man shoved aside his partner, who was licking the popular female VJ's breasts, and shoved the large, vibrating dildo against Qianrong's flushed cheeks. The poor VJ, whose vagina had just been licked by the black man and was now overflowing with fluid, suddenly felt the heat in her chest disappear. In a daze, she was pressed against his face.

Poor Qianrong was momentarily stunned, her mind a jumbled mess, not quite understanding what Danny was doing. But then, "If you're so shy, put this on, it'll make you feel better!" she said, seeing the terrifying man pull out an eye mask and hold it in front of her. In the same hand holding the eye mask, he also held a red gag and a slightly smaller dildo than the one in his right hand. Qianrong's dazed eyes instantly cleared, and even her delicate body trembled uncontrollably with fear. Amidst the lewd smiles of the two foreigners, her beautiful eyes caught sight of the whips, anal instruments, various pornographic items, and her own naked body hanging there, clearly displayed on the large projected image. Her fair and delicate body trembled uncontrollably with terror. Her heavy breasts, her long and powerful legs, even her slender hands, fingers, and fair feet all trembled uncontrollably with fear.

"No, I don't want to, no, waah..."

Chapter 8 (Part 1)

"No, no, please... waah..."

Poor Qianrong's eyes widened in horror as she watched the black and red gag getting closer and closer. She shook her head violently, trying to struggle away. "Fuck you, you better stay put!" But in the end, the rude white man grabbed her hair and yanked it off forcefully. "Ugh..."

Poor Qianrong immediately let out a wail. In the pain that felt like her hair was being ripped from her scalp, how could she have the strength to resist? She could only cry and tremble, looking pitifully at Danny with her eyes filled with fear and tears, watching him press that terrible gag to her lips. "No, no, no, please... ugh..."

"Alright! That's much better now!"

Danny revealed a fierce expression, grabbing the pitiful Qianrong with her tear-streaked face, and with George's help, stuffed the small ball into Qianrong's mouth, tightly tying two small leather straps behind her head.

"...Ugh..."

Poor Qianrong cried helplessly, unable to even make a whimper after the gag was put on.

The poor, once proud and talented woman was now bound and hung there, her beautiful body not only turned into a man's plaything, but also enduring unimaginable humiliation. The charming and popular TV presenter was now stripped naked, covered in essential oils, and being played with like an object in broad daylight, by an open window—Waaah… The poor popular VJ cried desperately, staring at the white man before her. If she could scream, she would scream until her throat was hoarse; if she could escape, she would run out the door regardless of whether she was naked or not—but the most tragic reality was that she had no control over her own destiny…

“…Waaah…”

“You know what? The first time I saw you, I thought you would be very beautiful if you looked like this!”

The tall white man pressed the vibrating dildo against Qianrong's trembling breasts. When the tip of the vibrating dildo, resembling a glans, pressed against her erect nipples,

Qianrong's nipples, like ripe cherries, visibly deformed and bent under the pressure of the vibrating dildo, due to tension, fear, and the aphrodisiac oil.

"...Ugh..."

With the vibrating dildo pressing against her breasts, the female VJ let out an uncontrollable moan, a sound that could only escape her lips. Under the pressure of the dildo, her full breasts trembled slightly like waves, her delicate skin shaking like ocean waves. Even her eyes, filled with shame and despair, became scattered due to this sensitive contact.

"...Ugh...Why..."

Qianrong's fear and terror reached an unbearable level as she struggled helplessly. Facing Danny's terrifying words and wicked smile... At this moment, if she were given a choice—to be gang-raped by a group of men like last night, or to continue facing this terrifying white man alone—she would probably prefer the former rather than stay here. But the most real reality now is…

“…Ugh…”

The sensation of her nipples being pressed by the electric vibrator, the trembling sensation, caused the female VJ’s body, covered in essential oil, to produce some uncontrollable, sensitive reactions that shouldn’t exist in this extreme fear and dread.

Even the depths of her vagina, which had just been violated by men, were uncontrollably secreting a trickle of fluid due to the uncontrollable tremors.

“…Ugh…”

Poor Qianrong lowered her head in pain. The cold fluid in her vagina stimulated her mind, and even her taut, slender legs and jade-like, rounded ankles trembled uncontrollably, whether from the pressure of supporting her body’s weight or from her body’s current reaction. Even her red-painted toenails seemed to be gripping the carpet more tightly because of her body's reaction, but no matter how hard she tried, it was futile.

"...Why..."

The poor, popular VJ couldn't understand what was wrong with her, why she was being treated this way, so humiliated and tormented, and why she was reacting this way. She tried to hide her reaction in shame, but no matter what, her mouth, gagged with a ball, couldn't help but breathe more rapidly. Her delicate breasts, which were protruding forward because of the sling, were heaving faster due to the stimulation. Even her body was gradually turning pink. But

at this moment, with her breasts taken from her and her desires beyond her control, deep down, the poor, popular VJ didn't want any romantic thoughts; she just wanted to escape from here as soon as possible. She was completely consumed by fear.

"Waaah...please, let me go...waaah..."

the poor female VJ pleaded in her heart, closing her eyes in despair. Tears of agony streamed continuously from her eyes. "What? You're almost at your limit?"

But Danny deliberately misinterpreted her meaning. Seeing Qianrong shaking her head vigorously, trying to argue, "That's not what I meant," the tall white man revealed a wicked smile, preparing his next plan to torture the female VJ.

And his friend, the tall black man? At this moment, with Qianrong's hands locked and her pitiful little mouth gagged, he reached his large hand onto Qianrong's round, plump buttocks. He wantonly used his dark, fleshy hand to caress Qianrong's elastic, fleshy... Buttocks. With those large, black hands touching her delicate, round buttocks, moving slowly, Qianrong, her hands bound and barely able to support herself on her toes, could barely resist, let alone turn her head to look or struggle. The black man's unhurried movements and lewd posture made the poor, popular female VJ's hair stand on end. Her full buttocks taut, as if the next moment, her anus, which had just been ravaged by Ye Zhengshun, might be invaded by the black man's large hands. Her entire body was tense to the extreme from fear.

"No...no...no...no..."

The poor, popular female VJ cried out in her heart, struggling to twist her hips to avoid the black man's large hands. But because she could only support herself on her toes, no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't change the fact that her hips were sticking out backward, as if she was deliberately trying to let the black man touch her...

"Honestly, this woman's ass isn't very nice!"

The black man raised his large hand and slapped Qianrong's beautiful buttocks with a "smack.

" "No..."

Poor Qianrong cried out, and a patch of red immediately appeared on her round, firm buttocks, her body trembling with the sound. But because her poor little mouth was gagged, she couldn't make a sound.

"I'd say the elasticity is only slightly above average!"

The tall Black man continued to fondle the popular female VJ's buttocks, which were surprisingly elastic due to tension and tautness, like a bouncy ball. Each slap sent a ripple of fleshy undulations through her buttocks as he spoke disparagingly.

"...Your buttocks are only average... Waaah..."

Poor Qianrong uttered these pathetic words deep within her heart, words she herself didn't even recognize.

This once proud and talented woman was now, under the intimidation of the two foreigners, completely lost and helpless, her head hanging limply. Each slap on her pert buttocks, painfully relentless, continued to fall silent, her tears flowing freely—but in truth, if she were in another place, if she heard someone disparage her buttocks like this, Qianrong would likely have already erupted in anger, already roaring in fury.

Qianrong, who always loved beauty and was very conscious of her figure, regularly underwent breast enhancement treatments and practiced yoga. She also paid special attention to her buttocks, carefully avoiding any excess fat or sagging. Even her underwear had to have a butt-lifting effect like a bodysuit.

Poor Qianrong, who always loved beauty and cleanliness, was now filled with shame and indignation as the cloudy fluid trickled down her inner thighs from her delicate anus. Now, her proudly rounded and perky buttocks, which she always admired in the mirror, were being criticized so harshly… Poor Qianrong, who no longer had the strength to argue, with her mouth gagged, could only endure her grievances and shame. She could only hope it would end quickly, and could only continue to weep helplessly as she endured the two foreigners' comments and groping. She continued to use the tips of her toes, painted with red nail polish and as white as jade, to barely support herself on the ground. There was truly nothing she could do but cry helplessly.

"...Waaah...please, let me go...waaah..."

The black man's large hands continued to caress and stroke Qianrong's large, upturned buttocks, pinching the thick, beautiful flesh with his thick fingers, and occasionally slapping her hard...waaah...no...waaah...Poor Qianrong endured the burning pain, her body trembling with each slap. Each time, a gag was placed over her mouth, preventing her from crying out. Under the black man's relentless slaps, the poor popular female VJ's pert buttocks, even though they were originally round and fleshy, couldn't withstand the continuous blows. Her already somewhat bruised white buttocks turned red and purple from the repeated slaps.

"...Ugh...No...No..."

The poor, popular female VJ's fear grew stronger and stronger. Under the black man's wanton manipulation, she had no idea what this perverted guy was going to do to her buttocks. And what about the tall white man?

Danny, standing in front, watched Qianrong's reaction, pulling her petite legs and forcing her to look up at him. Seeing the popular female VJ with countless fans on the television screen, her beautiful eyes filled with tears, revealing fear, sorrow, and shame. Especially when she noticed her naked reflection projected onto the large screen...Ugh... A mournful cry escaped the poor, popular female VJ's heart, her entire body trembling uncontrollably, turning an even more vibrant red.

"What a beauty!"

On the big screen, poor Qianrong was sandwiched between two men, one white and one black. Her delicate body, covered in marks of abuse, presented a powerless and tragically beautiful posture—but at the same time, her body, which should have been resisting fiercely and trying to break free of these restraints, was somehow forced forward by her slender waist, lower abdomen, and beautiful breasts, making her full breasts appear even more prominent. Her large, round, and perky buttocks, with each slap, jiggled with elasticity, seemingly arching backward as if hoping the black man behind her would slap her harder, hurry up and penetrate her body, hurry up and have his way with her.

"...Ugh..."

In reality, poor Qianrong's chin was forcibly pulled and twisted by Danny, facing the large rear-projection screen. When she saw herself on the screen, gagged and looking so lewd, like a prostitute playing a sadomasochistic game, her buttocks sticking out waiting to be fucked… Ugh… Poor Qianrong, who was always known for her sunny, cheerful, lively, and witty personality, was overwhelmed by unbearable shame and despair, and once again, painfully, closed her eyes.

“What? You like playing this blindfolded game so much?”

Danny licked his lips, uttering words that should have terrified Qianrong. But because of that terror and despair, by the time Qianrong realized what was happening, the tall white man had already placed the blindfold over her face, covering her beautiful eyes.

“No! What are you doing? No! No!”

Poor Qianrong screamed desperately, a scream that could tear her body apart from the depths of her heart after realizing she was blindfolded. But because of the black and red gag, she couldn't even utter a sound.

"...Ugh...No...No!..."

A clear sachet of perfume trickled down the corner of the pitiful, popular female VJ's lips, tracing her scent all the way to her pale neck. The tall white man watched as she struggled in extreme terror, causing the chains above her to rattle and jingle. Her long, beautiful legs were so taut that even her toes could barely touch the ground to support her weight. The skin on her legs was taut, and the pale blue veins at her ankles, as white as jade, stood out like pillars supporting the sky, making her even more alluring, making one want to bite her—"I can't resist anymore, let's do it first."

His desire, fueled by the beauty's helplessness and restraint, reached its peak. The white man yelled, threw down the vibrating dildo, and immediately twisted the poor Qianrong's nipples hard.

"Ugh..."

Poor Qianrong immediately let out a pitiful cry, but because her mouth was gagged, the scream couldn't reach Danny's ears.

In that instant, poor Qianrong felt as if her breasts were about to be ripped off; her nipples were painfully stretched and deformed under the white man's grip and twisting. Her long, slender legs, her delicate waist, even her exquisitely slender fingers and jade-like toes, all tangled, clenched, curled, and pressed tightly together in pain.

"...Ugh..."

With her eyes completely blind, poor Qianrong felt the pain in her chest intensify exponentially. She could only try to arch her breasts to alleviate the pain, her entire waist and body tense to the extreme… Ugh… no… Even her long, slender neck arched upwards in the opposite direction of her body due to the pain, clearly revealing the blue veins, making one wonder if her delicate neck might break.

At that moment, the poor, popular VJ truly believed that Danny was about to tear her nipples off. She felt his hands were like two metal clamps, tightly gripping, twisting, and pulling at her breasts.

“…Ugh… no, no… ugh…”

In the darkness, indescribable fear, accompanied by the excruciating pain of her nipples being ripped off, completely shattered Qianrong's sanity. Aside from crying, desperately shaking her head, and pitifully thrusting out her breasts, the once-popular VJ was utterly helpless after enduring excruciating pain. Suddenly, she felt a lightness in her chest, and her tense body instinctively relaxed slightly—but just as poor Qianrong felt Danny finally stop torturing her nipples, before she could even catch her breath, her left leg, which had just relaxed slightly and was taut, was touched again and forcefully pulled.

"...Ugh..."

In the room, the tall white man suddenly lifted one of Qianrong's sweat-drenched legs, exposing her labia, which had been penetrated by Ye Zhengshun and was now a muddy mess. He then used his other large hand to grasp his large penis, rubbing the glans, which resembled a small chick, against the outside of her labia minora. In that instant, Qianrong's body shuddered. Then, with a "plop," he bent his waist and legs, without any preparatory movements, and thrust his penis completely into Qianrong's vagina.

"...Ugh..."

The poor, popular female VJ, her eyes completely covered, trembled. The thick penis forced its way through her delicate, already ravaged labia, which could no longer withstand any roughness. The thick penis thrust into her barely closing vagina, forcefully shoving into her tender flesh, forcing open the walls of her vagina, penetrating her opening...Ugh...No...Poor Qianrong immediately let out a piercing cry. Her body arched violently backward, her slender waist and neck seeming as if they were about to break in that instant. Even her ten delicate fingers and toes seemed to be strained to the extreme, as if they were about to snap or break.

Although there was a little honey-like fluid inside the fleshy pot, which served as a slight lubricant, Danny's penis was at least twice the size of Peter Chen's. With the powerful thrust of that enormous penis, the poor, popular TV presenter felt as if her body was being torn apart by that thick penis; her entire vagina felt like it was being burst with excruciating pain.

"...Ugh...Mmm..."

At that moment, poor Qianrong felt no pleasure whatsoever, only pain. Her petite body, her alluring vagina already unable to withstand any further ravages, was immediately subjected to another storm of torment.

04-24
Chapter 08 (Part 2)

"Wow! Wow! Wow!"

In the room, the tall white man shouted and yelled, thrusting his hips forcefully, completely disregarding whether the popular female VJ in front of him could withstand it, whether her petite body, handcuffed and suspended, could endure his impact. He thrust his large penis forcefully, penetrating her tender honey hole with all his might, pumping violently. ...Ugh...

In front of her, the popular female VJ, her cute little mouth gagged, silently endured the white man's brutality. One of her slender legs was bent and raised high. Her exposed vulva, wide open, revealed the delicate pink labia of her honey hole as the thick penis penetrated, how they tumbled in and out with each thrust.

On the outside of her honey hole, which was practically devoid of any lubrication, the man's body and the woman's delicate skin collided violently. With each resounding "slap, slap," Danny roared and screamed wildly, feeling his large penis moving in and out of the popular female VJ's alluring vagina, his sensitive glans and corpora cavern gripped tightly by her warm, hot vagina. It felt like an electric shock, an excruciatingly pleasurable sensation. "Wow!" Adding to this was the sight of the delicate, innocent girl before him, her eyes blindfolded, her mouth gagged, her face practically covered by a nose hook—a look of tragic beauty, despair, and helplessness that ignited his sadistic desires to the fullest.

"Wow! Wow! Wow!"

The man's cries echoed through the room, shaking even the magic glass. With each powerful thrust, penetrating the popular female VJ's vagina, the tall Danny exerted every ounce of strength. Each thrust was all-out, each one with all his might. Each time, the poor Qianrong, her eyes blindfolded in the endless darkness, couldn't bear it any longer, her whites rolling back as if she were dying, letting out painful whimpers—but her cute little mouth was gagged, preventing her from making a sound. ...Ugh...No...Ugh...

As the white man thrust forcefully into her, his massive hands gripped the popular female VJ's beautiful legs and slender waist, squeezing tightly along with her lower body. This poor, pampered and cherished woman, who had never suffered a single hardship before, now felt as if her honeyed orifice was being pierced and ravaged by his penis. ...Ugh...No more...Ugh...No... The

poor popular female VJ's full breasts swayed violently with Danny's thrusts, like fruits tossed about by a storm. The two bright red nipples, like ripe cherries, gleamed dazzlingly in the intense shaking.

The poor, petite female VJ endured the ravages of this storm. Under wave after wave of relentless impact, it felt as if a massive penis was about to penetrate deep into her tender flesh, piercing her womb and piercing her body. ...Ugh...No...No...Ugh...

With each powerful thrust of the tall white man, the enormous penis relentlessly penetrated her delicate honeypot. The unprecedented fullness, far exceeding the poor Qianrong's capacity to bear, felt as if her honeypot was being torn apart. She even hated being born a woman, wishing she weren't a woman and wouldn't have to endure this torment. She even wished her honeypot would be shattered, smashed, and cease to exist. ...Ugh...No...No...

By this point, the poor popular female VJ had cried all her tears, her entire body feeling as if it didn't belong to her. Her slender waist seemed about to break under this force. Transparent saliva dripped continuously from the popular female VJ's small mouth, flowing through the holes in the gag and soaking the poor Qianrong's fair cheeks. Poor Qianrong felt as if she were about to die, her bones feeling like they were falling apart. Under the relentless thrusting of that enormous penis, her delicate honeypot felt as if it were being torn apart. "...No...no...stop...uh..."

the poor popular female VJ screamed and cried out in her heart. Her ten slender fingers, her exquisite fingertips, trembled under the uncontrollable, extreme abuse, tangled, intertwined, tightened, and stretched to the extreme—at that moment, the poor popular female VJ's ten exquisite fingers, her fingertips painted with a light, fluorescent pink nail polish, trembling and tense, resembled a blooming lotus flower, beautiful and captivating.

"Wow! Wow! Wow!"

In front of her, the tall white man forcefully gripped Qianrong's long, slender left leg, glistening with fragrant sweat. His thick fingers dug deep into the smooth, white flesh, requiring immense effort to hold on—poor Qianrong, by this point, had no strength left. Amidst the endless thrusting, the brutal rape, and the indescribable pain, her long, jade-like leg simply couldn't relax. At this moment, the small section of her slender calf, extending diagonally from beside Danny's elbow, seemingly carved from ivory, and her small, powerless foot, were all taut to the extreme

, perfectly straight, due to the unbearable brutality and pain. From the red-painted toenails to the white jade-like heel, her delicate, white foot was taut to its limit, curled up. Even the bluish veins were clearly visible.

The tall white man continued to roar and shout, his thick penis roughly thrusting in and out between the pitiful Qianrong's left leg and her still-grounded, utterly powerless thigh, between her two delicate, flower-like labia. Between those pink, dewy lips, the tall white man clearly felt how his large penis was being tightly gripped and enveloped by layers of flesh. With each thrust, the petite Eastern woman's vagina seemed like a juicer, as if trying to completely drain his semen, tightly gripping his penis.

"Wow! Wow! Wow!"

...Ugh...No...No...

In the supreme pleasure provided by the popular female VJ, the tall white man, like a crazed beast, vigorously thrust his hips, defiling the beauty before him. With each thrust of that enormous penis, it felt as if it were utterly ravaging that alluring little hole—poor Qianrong, enduring this storm of passion, had her eyes rolled back under her blindfold with each powerful thrust and impact… No… no… please… in despair, the pitiful Qianrong pleaded inwardly, hoping Danny would let her go. But Danny, already nearly driven to madness by the pleasure of this beautiful flesh, how could he possibly stop before even ejaculating?

Moreover, his partner, a black man with true sadistic tendencies, seeing his friend already engaged in this, the tender flesh revealing its pitiful, shameful state, how could he possibly let his friend stop, let go of this poor, popular female host?

While the tall white man enjoyed the beautiful flesh before him, riding the pure and innocent female host with all his might

, the equally tall black man was not idle either. He caressed the pitiful pink buttocks of the former female VJ, rubbing her tender, elastic buttocks. With each forceful thrust from his friend, the tender flesh of her large buttocks trembled taut. With his large hands, he pried open the cleft between the two buttocks of the popular female VJ, exposing her pink anus, which still retained a little cloudy white fluid and was constantly overflowing. ...

In the cold wind, the moment her tender anus touched the icy air, the popular female VJ's body shuddered. But pitifully, at this moment, she was enduring the white man's brutal rape. Her tender honey hole endured the thrusting and drilling of the huge penis with each "plop" sound. Not only her tender honey hole, but even the base of her left leg, which was being held up by the white man, her entire body was enduring everything in the impact. Feeling extremely sore, poor Qianrong really had no mind to think or consider what the black man behind her was going to do to her. ...Ugh...No...

Under the ravages of the storm, the poor, popular female VJ could only continue to endure the violence of the white man in the darkness; in the silence, with her poor little mouth gagged, she

could only let out desperate moans. This poor, pampered and cherished talented woman, always seen as a delicate beauty, was now forced to endure endless humiliation without any way to escape. Behind her, the tall George grinned, revealing a cruel smile with red lips and white teeth, using his thick fingers to pinch the edge of the popular female VJ's delicate anus, which resembled a small chrysanthemum bud. With a slight pressure, the delicate little hole opened slightly, and the yellowish-white fluid, still not completely drained from Ye Zhengshun's penetration, immediately dripped out from the small opening of the anus. The

turbid white, mixed with a slight brownish-yellow hue, dripped down the popular female VJ's buttocks and cleft.

Before her eyes, the round buttocks tightened even more from her movements. The smell of semen, mixed with a pungent odor, filled the air. But the tall black man seemed completely unfazed by the smell, instead revealing an even more cruel smile.

He picked up an electric vibrator, slightly smaller than the one Danny had used earlier, applied some lubricant, and pressed the thick, ugly tip of the vibrator against the poor Qianrong's anus.

With a slight friction, the delicate folds of the vaginal opening, still oozing with semen, slowly slid in under the pressure of the vibrator. The popular female VJ's body trembled incessantly from the man's movements, her large buttocks shaking, while the tall black man grinned, staring at the beautiful, blindfolded face of the popular female VJ on the large screen on the wall. With a sudden, forceful twist, he shoved the rubber rod into the popular female VJ's tender anus. ...

In that instant, she felt not only her vagina but also her anus being invaded by something... Ugh... Under the intense sensory stimulation, the tender flesh inside her anus was stretched and squeezed open by the immense pressure, as if it were about to tear her anus apart, her body feeling ripped apart in excruciating pain... Ugh... The poor popular female VJ let out a scream that sounded like the world's number one soprano, but because of the hateful gag, she couldn't utter a sound!

No! Don't! Stop! Stop! I'll die! I'll really die! Ugh!

In that instant, when that ugly black vibrator was inserted into the popular female VJ's anus... The poor popular female VJ's anal flesh was forcibly squeezed apart. Poor Qianrong, blindfolded and unable to see anything, had her senses heightened tenfold, a hundredfold, in the instant of reaction... The tall Black man witnessed firsthand how the popular female VJ's anus was exaggeratedly widened and writhing, how the tender pink anal flesh tightly gripped the cylinder of the vibrator, like a rubber band wrapped around it—unable to insert the vibrator all at once, having to pull it out a little and then insert it again, how those tender pink flesh, which even seemed to be writhing, were pulled out and then put back in.

"So beautiful!"

the tall Black man exclaimed sincerely. ...No...no...I'll die! I'll really die! ...Ugh...uh...

At the same time, at that moment, the poor popular female VJ, because of the pain, desperately arched her neck back and shook her head violently. Her beautiful neck, already covered in sweat, was bent as if it were about to break. Her slender waist arched backward with all her might, and even from deep within her throat, which was usually silent, came a faint gurgling sound, as if she were about to suffocate.

Hanging there, the popular female VJ's neck writhed with gasps, her body pulsating as if she could barely bear it. Her eyes rolled back, her entire body's skin tense to the extreme, even the slender fingers and the toes of her beautiful feet were strained to their limit. She desperately moved her abdomen, straining the muscles around her anus, trying to stop that terrifying thing from penetrating further, but at this moment, how could any of this be decided by her will?

"Wow! That feels so good!"

In front of him, the tall white man clearly felt the poor Qianrong being penetrated in her anus by a foreign object. In that moment of resistance, in that tense moment, her body clenched to the extreme. Her two long, white thighs, as she forcefully squeezed her buttocks to try and block the penetration of the vibrator, also squeezed his own thick penis even tighter—the feeling of reaching the absolute limit was excruciating!

"Wow!"

the tall white man cried out, and under this even more intense stimulation, his thrusting became even more vigorous.

No…stop…please…ooh…

And in front of him, this poor, popular female VJ, already bound and suspended, could barely stop the penetration of the vibrator with the strength of her legs alone. Coupled with the white man's increased stimulation and more vigorous thrusting… ...Ugh...No...No...Ugh...

Her last remaining strength, her resistance, crumbled completely...Ugh...Ugh... The poor, popular female VJ felt the white man's enormous penis plunge deep into her two orifices, reaching her cervix, burning hot, as if it would pierce through the even narrower cervix and enter her uterus. Behind her, the black man's vibrator, taking advantage of her momentary loss of consciousness, thrust in without restraint. ...Ugh...

At that moment, the poor, popular female VJ uncontrollably felt her large breasts swing wildly as if electrocuted. The two small, cherry-like nipples on her full breasts trembled uncontrollably with the unbearable pain and torment. Through

the thin membrane, two foreign objects were simultaneously inserted into her body. Even though poor Qianrong was extremely open-minded about sex, she hadn't completely given up on this kind of two-men-one-woman game. But at most, it was just two people, one occupying her mouth and the other her vagina. She had never experienced such stimulation before, with her vagina and anus being penetrated simultaneously.

The poor, popular female host, who had already cried until she had no tears left, felt the man's penis burning hot, the rubber vibrator rough and stimulating... Ugh... At that moment, the poor popular female VJ truly felt as if her body was no longer her own. She twisted her waist violently, as the penis thrust in, the vibrator turned on, buzzing and rubbing, her anus felt as if it had been torn apart, her tender anal flesh felt as if it had been completely ripped open, her body felt as if it had been completely torn apart from her lower body—Ugh...

A surge of uncontrollable golden heat, accompanied by a sudden tightening, contraction, and trembling deep within her uterus, made her body feel as if it were about to break at the waist. A violent spasm and trembling, her entire body tensed to the extreme, uncontrollably shaking—…Ugh…Ugh…

A gush of golden urine, along with a stream of watery vaginal fluid, gushed out simultaneously from her urethra and deep within her vagina. The tall white man before her, his massive penis spurting at the tip of this torrent, tightened his grip terribly. Finally, unable to endure it any longer, "Wah! Wah! Wah!", with a powerful thrust and roar, he ejaculated his thick, white semen, countless offspring, deep into the pitiful Qianrong's vagina. His enormous glans pressed tightly against the cervix, shooting every last drop of his semen into the womb of the poor, popular female TV host!

Chapter 9

"Shit! That bitch is really something!"

In the room, the white man, having finally ejaculated, sat on the comfortable bed, panting heavily.

Before the glass window, golden sunlight shone on the pitiful, once-popular female VJ. This talented woman, who always loved beauty and cleanliness and was proud and aloof in public and private, now looked utterly wretched. Her long, black hair, like seaweed battered by rain, clung to her forehead, devoid of its former luster. Her beautiful eyes were blindfolded, and a gag was stuffed into her cute little mouth, causing even drool to spill uncontrollably from the holes in the gag, dripping down.

Poor Qianrong hung her head, helplessly enduring everything that had just happened in that world where she couldn't see or speak. Her slender wrists were handcuffed with black leather cuffs, the weight of her arms causing them to ache painfully. Her fair skin, disheveled and bruised from the handcuffs, showed a powerless, almost lifeless state.

She breathed weakly, her slender collarbone revealing her large, swollen breasts, red and inflated like two balloons from the intense stimulation and the man's abusive manipulation. Her shoulders and back seemed unable to bear the weight, her body tilting downwards, drooping to one side. Up close, one could even see the fine beads of sweat covering her skin after the violent intercourse.

Poor Qianrong, at this point, had no strength left to struggle; she felt as if her body didn't belong to her. Her delicate body, covered in fine beads of sweat, bore terrifying purplish-blue bruises. Below her slender waist and cute navel, on a small patch of neatly trimmed pubic hair, a considerable amount of golden liquid could be seen—it was almost immediately obvious to anyone seeing this what this liquid hanging from the popular female VJ's lower body was.

On the television screen, the radiant and popular female host had been raped and rendered incontinent by a man!

The huge projection screen displayed the image of this popular female VJ, whose appearance would undoubtedly be described in such a manner if anyone saw this scene. In the light and shadow on the screen, the pitiful Qianrong appeared to be on her last breath, her hands cuffed, eyes blindfolded, and her cute little mouth gagged. This tragically beautiful sight highlighted the dripping, shameful fluid from between her long, slender legs, which couldn't even be closed, from her pink, moist vulva and the inside of her fair thighs, flowing shamefully down to her cute toes. There was also a white, turbid fluid, mixed with the golden liquid, dripping down, making it appear even more lewd and filthy. ...Ugh...

In the real world, the popular female VJ's shame and grief had reached an unbearable level. The traces of white fluid from her body, still clinging to her after being raped and ejaculated inside, hadn't completely drained away. The now-cooled golden liquid, emitting a shameful, foul odor, flowed down her toes. Her beautiful feet, which she had meticulously cleaned and cared for daily, were now completely stained with urine—her own urine…

In the darkness, the poor, popular VJ was beyond tears, a blush of shame spreading even to the tips of her delicate ears. The poor VJ felt she would rather be dead, but the most tragic reality was that she couldn't even die; she didn't even know what other methods those two foreigners would use to torture her.

Poor Qianrong was afraid, timid, and terrified. In the darkness, she couldn't cry out for help, forced to submit to the two men's manipulation. She could only endure the unbearable shame, the overwhelming grief and humiliation filling her chest.

God! Someone, someone, please save me!

Inside the room, the poor, popular female VJ felt a burning pain in her vagina.

Under the men's lewd power, this usually proud and confident woman, who always fought for everything, felt as if all her pride had been shattered from the inside out. She resignedly lowered her head, taking small breaths. Terrified, she didn't know what the two men would do to her next, hanging there trembling with fear.

"Hey, what's wrong with you? Impotent?"

On the large bed, Danny, wiping the urine off his penis with a tissue while waiting for his strength to return, shouted at the black man, somewhat puzzled as to why his sexually voracious partner hadn't yet taken advantage of this woman.

And what about his friend? Hearing his friend's words, the Black man, who had put down the vibrator, revealed a wicked smile. He pulled out some thin, resilient threads from the pile of sex toys, resembling fishing lines. "Don't you think she's wearing too little? I think adding some things would make her prettier and more appealing!" The

tall white man looked at the Black man, at the fishing lines in his hand, and smiled knowingly. "That's right, absolutely!"

the white man said loudly.

"Hi, baby, in a moment, I'll make you feel even better, I'll make you feel like you're in heaven! After today, you'll never forget me!"

The Black man whispered in poor Qianrong's ear with his large mouth, which relied on chewing gum to avoid emitting a foul odor

. Poor Qianrong's body trembled violently at that moment, upon hearing the Black man's voice, which seemed to come from the depths of hell, like that of a demon. Having already been tortured by these perverts, even having been ejaculated inside her, poor Qianrong had no idea what other methods these two foreigners would use to torture her.

In a daze, in the darkness where she couldn't see a glimmer of light, poor Qianrong screamed inwardly, her entire body twisting violently…

Ugh! God! Who, who will save me! Peter, Ye Zhengshun… Waaah… Anyone will do, please save me, don't let me stay here any longer, no, no, waaah…

But the tragic reality was that after being bound, suspended, and raped for so long, Qianrong had long since lost the strength to struggle—her last, desperate twisting only lasted a few seconds before exhausting her last ounce of strength—in fact, the violent struggle made her feel even weaker, her body feeling as heavy as a thousand pounds, leaving her with no chance of resistance whatsoever.

In that state of utter blindness, the fear intensified, and a faint shiver ran through poor Qianrong's entire body. She trembled with unbearable terror, unaware of the torment that awaited her. "

No, what are you going to do? No, no!"

Poor Qianrong cried out in her heart, filled with fear. But in reality, she remained silent. The black man, holding a fishing line, examined Qianrong's large, heavy breasts—breasts that her friend had so praised for being completely free of artificial fillers. He licked his lips with his long tongue and stretched out his hand—when the black man's large hand touched her breasts, no! Qianrong screamed again in her heart, but the tragic reality was that no matter how much she screamed, no matter what she cried out in her mind, with no strength left in her body, with her bones feeling as if they were about to fall apart, she couldn't offer any resistance, couldn't utter a single sound.

"Tsk tsk~~" The black man squeezed the poor, popular female VJ's breasts, making tsk tsk sounds. While fully enjoying the elasticity and feel of those beautiful breasts, he also sensed how terrified and afraid the poor VJ was of him—and this was exactly the effect he wanted—the poor Qianrong's trembling, frightened appearance was a feeling that the black man found extremely enjoyable, even more so than actually using his penis to have sex with this beauty.

A wicked smile appeared on the black man's face as he picked up his fishing line and slowly and steadily wrapped it around the upper part of Qianrong's beautiful breasts. What are you going to do? Poor Qianrong trembled violently again. She seemed to understand what the black man was going to do to her, and her petite shoulders shrank back sharply, trying to protect herself, but it was all in vain.

The black man held the fishing line, tightly wrapped around Qianrong's beautiful breasts, and then plunged it in. After the thin fishing line sank deep into the delicate skin of the poor, popular female VJ, it moved downwards, pulling upwards and wrapping around the lower edge of Qianrong's breasts.

No, no!

When the second row of fishing line wrapped around her breasts, poor Qianrong fully understood what the black man was doing. With her large breasts tightly gripped by the fishing line, the base of her breasts was squeezed to its maximum limit, the thin fishing line digging deeper and deeper into her skin. "No, no, please!" Poor Qianrong felt her beautiful breasts being squeezed more and more painfully, her breasts hot and aching, and she couldn't help but cry out loudly again in her heart.

However, this did not affect the black man's actions at all. In fact, perhaps because he had been tortured for so long, he was afraid, and all his pride and arrogance had disappeared. This time, poor Qianrong, aside from screaming in her heart, didn't struggle much. Like a poor, obedient puppy, she simply submitted to her master's torment and manipulation, as if completely resigned, offering no further resistance. ...Waaah...no...no...waaah...

Poor Qianrong cried silently, clear fluid constantly flowing from the holes in her gag, trickling down her chin and neck.

In reality, George wound the fishing line around Qianrong's large breasts, pulling it tightly. He squeezed her breasts until they resembled two flat, inflated bulges. Poor Qianrong screamed inwardly, but beneath the blindfold, her beautiful eyes, shrouded in darkness, could no longer shed a single tear. ...Waaah...

Poor Qianrong whimpered inwardly. With her beautiful breasts tightly bound by the fishing line, she felt as if they were about to burst. Then, after George finished tying the fishing line and began toying with the poor, popular VJ's swollen breasts with his large fingers...Waaah...He simply pinched her tender flesh, and with just a gentle downward pressure on her already taut and swollen breasts, the terrible pain instantly made the popular VJ feel as if her sphincter was about to give way. Her urethra, which had just been incontinent, was now surging with another urge to urinate, as if she were about to lose control again. She screamed inwardly.

"Hmm, not bad!"

In the room, the tall black man looked at his work with satisfaction. Watching the glamorous, popular female VJ's breasts, usually so radiant in public, now tightly bound with fishing line, turning them into swollen, red, and seemingly unattractive pouches, he was speechless with satisfaction. Her beautiful breasts, squeezed and flattened to the extreme from the base, protruded forward, the soft tissue beneath her delicate skin engorged and red as if about to burst. Even a light touch was enough to satisfy him with their elastic feel. The swollen breasts were like the most elastic massage balls; no matter how he kneaded them, they seemed to be filled with glue, instantly tightening and sucking in his palms. It felt as if the breasts themselves were squeezing his large hands.

"Hoo...good!"

The tall black man was pleased with the performance of Qianrong's breasts. He couldn't help but use his large, dark hands, only the palms of which were flesh-colored, to vigorously knead the tormented breasts. ...Ugh...ugh...

And what about the poor popular female VJ? In that silent world, she felt as if she were about to die. Her breasts, already constricted to their limit, were being kneaded by the black man, causing her excruciating pain, as if they were about to burst.

Ugh… In the unbearable pain, poor Qianrong let out a soft gurgling sound from her throat, as her neck, stretched and arched back, appeared even longer and more slender. Her delicate fingertips dug deeply into the soft flesh of her palms. Her beautiful toes, along with her spread legs, revealed taut, white insteps and calves. …Ugh…

Even her entire body, this delicate, flower-like life, seemed on the verge of snapping and dying at any moment, stretched to its limit by pain. —But this wasn't the end—the tall black man watched as his entire body convulsed, arching backward. It was only because Danny had gagged her that her screams would have been so pitiful. After releasing her swollen breasts, he picked up the fishing line and began working on Qianrong's breasts, which resembled tightly bound sacks, their nipples engorged and erect.

In the darkness, when the black man's thick fingers touched her nipples, '!' The moment that woman's most sensitive spot was touched, "...Ugh..." almost immediately, deep within the pitiful Qianrong's honeyed depths, her tender honeyed cave that had just been rescued, and even her most untouchable urethra, which she herself felt was somewhat dirty, a sensation of something about to gush out arose simultaneously. ...Ugh...No, no...Ugh...

In the dark world, the pitiful Qianrong cried out silently, her trembling body, her trembling buttocks, and the secretions between her thighs, a wet and sticky substance began to secrete. The poor

popular female VJ's body was tense, and under the black man's large hand, the nipple that had not yet been pinched by him trembled shakily.

"This chick is really good!"

The black man looked at the slightly trembling bud on Qianrong's other breast and chuckled lewdly. With his large, thick fingers—though large, they were remarkably dexterous at manipulating thin fishing line—he began to wrap the line around the base of Qianrong's upturned nipples, at the end of her pink areolas. "...No, no, no, it hurts, it hurts... Waaah..."

Poor Qianrong couldn't utter a sound in the silent world, but her entire body, gripped by extreme terror, seemed to have lost all life, emitting screams no less powerful than the world's greatest soprano.

The woman's body, tormented by fear and pain, contorted in a final, feeble twitch, revitalized Danny's penis. However, the tall white man didn't immediately begin to enjoy his erection; instead, he continued to watch his friend complete his work.

The tall Black man plunged the fishing line into the base of the poor, popular female VJ's nipples. Holding the line connecting the two nipples, he gave a gentle tug. "!" In that instant, the poor Qianrong's beautiful eyes, hidden behind her blindfold, widened to their limit, as if about to burst. Her two breasts, already firmly tied there, were pulled up, causing them to bulge forward like cones. In that instant, the poor, popular female VJ felt as if her breasts were being violently ripped off her chest. ...Ugh...Mommy... In

that instant, overwhelmed by the pain, the poor, popular female VJ was completely out of control. She didn't feel anything at the time, but afterwards, she felt the cool sensation on the inside of her thighs had increased significantly! ...Ugh...Ugh...

Completely powerless to resist, the popular female VJ wept silently, tormented by the pain of her breasts feeling as if they were about to be ripped off, and weeping with shame for having lost control of her bladder.

"Here, play with this first."

The tall Black man handed the fishing line to the white man, who sat on the bed and gently tugged. ...Ugh...Ugh...

The poor popular female VJ's body stretched like a drawn bow, her serpentine waist and lower abdomen twisting and arching forward desperately.

No...No...Ugh...

The poor popular female VJ's body groaned miserably under the torture of this horrific sadist. Sitting on the bed, Danny happily played with the fishing line in his hand. With each pull, Qianrong's body would arch forward to its limit, her large breasts buckling into cone shapes; with each release, poor Qianrong's body would slump back down, as if a taut rubber band had snapped—tight and loose, tight and loose, even faster than the rubber band itself. "

No, no, no, no…please let me go…someone…someone save me…God!"

Poor Qianrong continued to wail and scream silently. Her wrists, tightly bound by black leather gloves, her delicate fingers, her entire body, were twisted and contorted in agony, as if trying to break. …Ugh…no…

she even forgot the fear of being seen like this, instead crying out in her heart, "God!" Why hasn't anyone come to rescue her after all this time? Shouldn't everyone have seen her like this by now? Waaah…

In the darkness, poor Qianrong felt like she was living a life worse than death. Her beautiful breasts, which had once captivated and been praised by several boyfriends, and which she had always been extremely proud of, had become a man's toy. Under the pull of that terrible fishing line, her breasts changed shape again and again, only to bounce back perfectly each time—each bounce, the way her breasts taut to their limit, jiggled so elastically, like a red rabbit breaking free, further intensifying the man's sadistic desires—with the white man's relentless pulling and releasing, the poor popular female VJ wished she could go insane immediately, wished she were really dead. Under the blindfold that blocked out the light, she cried silently, but no tears came out; only transparent saliva dripped continuously onto her tormented breasts.

Poor Qianrong shook her head violently, but George's torture of her didn't stop there. The tall black man knelt down in front of the popular female VJ, who was on the verge of madness from the pain. With his large fingers, he pried open the swollen, engorged vulva. Looking at the pinkish flesh, the surrounding petals were abnormally engorged with blood from the torture and pain, glistening with sweet nectar, seemingly alive, with tiny clitoris showing signs of wriggling. ...Ugh...no...ugh...

The tall black man played with the engorged clitoris with his fingers. The moment his large fingers touched the clitoris, it was clear that the skin of Qianrong's already taut thighs convulsed even more. The delicate texture of her skin, the lines of her muscles, became even clearer—and in a place unnoticed by his gaze, Qianrong's beautiful feet—in that instant, Qianrong's beautiful feet, the kind that any man would be tempted to pounce on and bite hard at, were all contorted. The shape of her arched toes, each delicate toe painted with red nail polish like a jade carving, twisted and curled inwards.

Like someone desperately holding back urine, they evoked even more a man's tenderness, and also revealed the torment suffered by the pitiful, popular female VJ, trembling.

No…no…please…stop…waa…

Faced with the torment of these two perverts, poor Qianrong could only continue to wail inwardly. The tall black man stared at the small, trembling bud that seemed to move on its own, "What a slutty woman!"

He spoke in a broken, incomprehensible accent, words that Qianrong could not possibly understand. After his finger left the bud, he even brought his fingertip to his nose, inhaling the smell of the sticky, slimy fluid on it. ...Ugh...no more...ugh...

Above, the white man continued his actions, repeatedly pulling and releasing Qianrong's breasts. The pain and torment made her wish she were a numb vegetable. Damn Chen Peter, Ye Zhengshun, Ni Yu… she cursed everyone she could think of, everyone who had wronged her. But at the same time, when the black man tied a noose with another terrifying fishing line, looping the transparent thread around her engorged, pink clitoris, and tied it…

"!"

In that instant, when the clitoris, even more sensitive than a woman's nipple, was also tightened by the fishing line, and the black man pulled it upwards, the simultaneous attack on two sensitive spots made the popular female VJ feel as if her soul had left her body.

The

stimulation was beyond compare, making poor Qianrong feel as if she had met God. As the tender flesh on her two long, slender legs trembled, a deadly spasm suddenly erupted deep within her honeyed orifice, a cavity that had felt no excitement even under such torture.

Ugh...ugh... In that uncontrollable spasm, her body tensed, her waist arching backward as if about to snap, a stream of wet liquid gushed out of Qianrong's vagina, like urine.

Ugh...

In the darkness, poor Qianrong let out a pitiful groan, feeling as if her body was no longer her own, convulsing and twitching uncontrollably.

"Damn! This bitch actually squirted like that!"

Below, the tall black man, caught off guard, was splattered in the face by the woman's vaginal fluid and immediately shouted.

"Ha, good! This makes it more fun!"

Behind him, the tall white man also widened his eyes and excitedly walked over.

The tall white man leaned his head close to Qianrong's alluring vulva, watching the clear liquid dripping down from its center. Her labia twitched, causing the popular female VJ's body to sway along with them; the lips, almost purplish-red in color, revealed a pinkish-red opening that seemed unable to close completely. The white man's eyes gleamed with undisguised excitement; he desperately wanted to thrust his erect penis into Qianrong's vagina again.

Chapter 10

Outside the window, on the green lawn between the buildings, bright sunlight streamed down, the warmth of near midday making one feel lazy, comfortable, and relaxed to the core.

"What a beautiful day!"

A man in a suit, about to enter a building, looked up at the blue sky and white clouds, the blazing sun, and couldn't help but murmur.

Indeed, today was a good day, at least for most people. Going to work, everything as usual, just waiting for the day's hard work to end so they could go home to reunite with their families or enjoy the evening's entertainment. But for others, like Qianrong in the VIP ward of this hospital, today was a day straight out of hell.

"No...please let me go...no...no...please, please...no..."

Inside the room, the poor, popular female VJ was dangling, her hands cuffed. Transparent fishing lines were tightly bound to her breasts, turning them into horribly swollen, red, and unsightly bags. Her sensitive clitoris was also bound tightly with the fishing lines, which were then held by those people.

"No...no...no...no..."

With each pull of the fishing lines, the excruciating tightness caused her tender clitoris to feel as if it were being torn apart.

"...no...no..."

But at the same time, the pleasure mixed with the pain surged like a torrent, relentlessly assaulting the popular female VJ's senses...God! Virgin Mary! ...Ugh...Poor Qianrong felt uncontrollable contractions deep within her honeypot, and uncontrollable nectar flowed out of her vulva like a flood. With each contraction of her pink flesh, which she didn't want to do but couldn't control, the nectar dripped out of her peach blossom cave, and even trying to clench her legs couldn't stop it.

"...Ugh...God! Someone...Ugh...Save me...God...Ugh..."

Inside the room, the poor, popular VJ let out silent cries of despair, powerless to resist. She could only let the white man play with her, letting him hold that fishing line and gently tug at her clitoris, which was beginning to turn a deep purplish-red...Ugh...Ugh...The poor, popular VJ bit down hard on the gag, feeling as if her whole body was about to explode with each pull, an uncontrollable burning heat and a deathly pain spreading throughout her body. Her delicate body was flushed with a lovely peach-pink hue, and the fragrant fluid that uncontrollably secreted from her mouth, gagged with a gag, flowed out like honey from her vulva. Even the clear liquid from her small nose dripped down with her dried tears.

"Ugh... God... Holy Mary... Ugh... No..."

The poor, popular VJ was gushing fluid from her mouth. In the torment of pain and pleasure, she herself was unaware, but indescribably, as if under the influence of drugs, her senses were heightened, and her delicate body began to radiate a fiery heat. The feeling—her taut skin, her tightly twisted slender waist, even her delicate fingertips and toes—seemed to melt at that moment.

"...No... Ugh..."

Under the white man's manipulation, the poor, popular VJ only felt her consciousness beginning to blur, and she cried silently. The tall white man suppressed the urge to immediately thrust his massive penis into the alluring vagina of the popular female VJ. He tugged at the fishing line in his hand, watching as the pink labia of the pitiful Qianrong gradually turned rosy, her long, slender legs unable to even clench. Drops of nectar mixed with the lingering semen from his ejaculation dripped down the inner thighs, where the muscles beneath her delicate skin were clearly visible under the tight grip. The

tall white man wiped the drool from his mouth, his left hand gripping the fishing line tied to Qianrong's clitoris and the other to the tip of her nipple, moving them together.

"...Ugh...Ugh..."

In that instant, the excruciating, almost unbearable pleasure surged through the poor female VJ's body once more. It made her want to release, to explode, to scream from the very core of her being! —This poor woman, loved and pampered by everyone, was now speechless and blind, only able to writhe helplessly in the agonizing pain of her swollen, red breasts and clitoris, which seemed about to bleed, writhing in agony. She could no longer endure any more torment, as Danny stared at her shameful vulva, tragically displaying all her most precious possessions before him… Ugh… no… The tall Danny watched the changes in her vulva, seeing the honeyed fluid flowing from the entrance of her paradise, from the depths of her petals, the fleshy color of her unable-to-close opening. Even more so, unable to resist the stimulating scent of her bodily fluids, he reached out his large hand and began to caress her soft, delicate vulva.

"...Ugh...No...Ugh..."

When the white man's thick fingers touched the poor popular female VJ's vagina, "...Ugh..."

Poor Qianrong let out a desperate cry in the darkness again—but the cry was still useless. Any cry, after passing through the gag, at most turned into slightly heavy breathing.

The white man kneaded Qianrong's shameful vulva with his large fingers, kneading her thick, engorged labia, which had turned purplish-red. He pinched her with his fingertips... ugh... ugh... Under his manipulation, Qianrong's legs, which could barely touch the ground with only her toes, began to writhe restlessly, as if she were holding back urine, trying to clench them but unable to. Even what he didn't notice—Qianrong's toes—her slender toes were curled up weakly, her red-painted toenails even gripping the carpet fibers on the floor. This erotic scene aroused the white man's already erect penis, causing it to tremble in sync.

"Damn! This bitch is even more horny than I imagined!"

The tall white man laughed loudly, his crude words hitting poor Qianrong's ears... "Ugh...ugh..."

Poor Qianrong, her hands cuffed and her body bound by fishing line, was in so much pain and pleasure that she couldn't even understand what this beast was saying—if it were any other time, hearing someone comment on her like that, poor Qianrong would probably be trembling with rage.

The tall white man inserted his thick, baseball bat-like fingers into the vulva of the popular female VJ, digging into her tender flesh... "Ugh...uh..."

Poor Qianrong could only continue to moan silently, her delicate body trembling pitifully under the white man's fingers—if her mouth weren't gagged, the white man believed that she would be looking like that beautiful, alluring woman, biting her lip, a captivating sight that could make any man swoon.

"...Ugh...No...Please let go...Ugh...No..."

Inside the room, the pitiful, popular female VJ uttered pleas that no one could hear. Under the white man's fingers, she felt her entire body was almost out of control...Ugh...Ugh...But the white man, "Come on, show me again! Squirt again!", laughed loudly as he relentlessly dug into the popular female VJ's vagina with his fingers. His thick fingers were tightly gripped by the warm flesh, as if the popular female VJ's vagina was using his fingers as a penis, squeezing them hard. "Fuck!"

The sensation was unbearable for him, just like his own penis being squeezed by Qianrong, producing waves of stimulating pleasure!

The tall white man dug even harder into the popular female VJ's vagina, while his left hand pulled on the fishing line, causing her engorged clitoris and drooping nipples—which couldn't possibly remain erect—to be pulled simultaneously... No, no, no, no... Ugh... The popular female VJ, in excruciating pain from her breasts and clitoris, couldn't help but twist her slender waist uncontrollably with the white man's large hands. Even her large buttocks involuntarily writhed and trembled under the white man's fingers. Honey-like fluid continuously flowed from her ravaged and ravaged vagina, running along the white man's thick fingers.

"How's it going? Isn't it amazing? Absolutely amazing!"

Below her, Danny let out a lewd laugh, continuing to torture the already tormented popular female VJ—poor Qianrong, amidst his lewd laughter… ugh… could only weakly twist her sensitive body… Mommy… weakly whimpering… Meanwhile, above, while Danny continued to play with Qianrong's vagina, tormenting her, the black man pressed his large hand, covered in Qianrong's vaginal fluids and urine, onto the popular female VJ's face.

"Bitch, you like to pee, don't you? Don't worry, I'll make you pee until you're in heaven!"

the tall black man said in a rough voice, his terrifying words penetrating the popular female VJ's rounded ears and reaching Qianrong's mind—poor Qianrong, whose breasts and vagina were being ravaged simultaneously, couldn't hear what this demon was saying at all.

In that indescribable, burning heat… The poor, popular VJ could only feel her breasts being pulled downwards with all her might. Ugh… She bit down hard on the gag in her mouth, her swollen, aching nipples being pulled down by the fishnet, her breasts, torn beyond recognition, now cone-shaped. The skin on her breasts was a engorged red, and beneath the swollen red skin, the blue veins were clearly visible… Ugh… The

poor, popular VJ had only one thought left in her mind: Someone, someone please save me!

Even the stench of her own urine and the strange smell of her own vaginal fluid on the black man's hands couldn't attract her attention; they were nothing compared to the torture inflicted on her by the white man.

"Ugh… Ugh…"

In the room, the popular VJ, chained to the pendant, let out silent groans, her alluring body writhing uncontrollably under the torment of the two perverts. The tall, burly Black man was fondling the beautiful face of a popular female VJ, a woman whose every man on television desired to kiss. He roughly kneaded Qianrong's cheeks, causing her youthful, fair face and delicate nose to change shape under his large hands… He continued to smear his semen all over Qianrong's face—if her mouth hadn't been gagged, the Black man would have shoved his large hand into her mouth and stirred her wet, fragrant tongue.

Poor Qianrong, amidst the Black man's words… "Ugh… ugh…"

Under his large hands, she could only gasp weakly, submitting to his actions. And when the tall Black man's rough hands, which under normal circumstances would have caused pain to the VJ's delicate face, left Qianrong's face, his large hands naturally slid down to the popular VJ's swollen, red breasts, tightly bound with fishing line.

"...Ugh...No...It hurts...Ugh..."

The poor, popular female VJ, her beautiful breasts already swollen and taut from being bound, were forcefully grabbed by the black man's large hands. The moment her breasts were squeezed and tightened,

"...Ugh..."

The feeling was unbearable for the popular female VJ once again; it felt like she was truly dying. Beneath the blindfold, her eyes, which had already dried out of tears, seemed to overflow with sorrowful tears again due to despair, pain, and torment. Her genitals, being dug into by the white man...Ugh...It was unbearable; something seemed about to gush out from her body!

"...Ugh..."

With a gag in her mouth, wet saliva coated the popular female VJ's delicate red tongue, dripping down her small nose along with the liquid... Ugh... Under the black man's large hands, at this moment, if it weren't for the gag in Qianrong's mouth, she might have even ground her teeth to powder—but at the same time, precisely because of this pain, under this double assault, the poor Qianrong herself was unaware that her body was experiencing a stimulation she had never felt before, something she firmly imprinted in her flesh, something she would never forget, perhaps even forever.

God! Please forgive me!

"...Ugh..."

In despair, the poor popular female VJ called upon God's name again. But at this moment, no god would come to her rescue.

The tall black man pressed his lips to the popular female VJ's fair neck. A pair of large hands pinched and twisted the nipples of the popular female VJ with all their might… Mmm… Amidst the indescribable moans that Qianrong couldn't utter, a moan that was neither a cry nor a sound of pleasure, the black man felt the skin of the beautiful body beneath his lips so taut, so burning hot. He kissed her fragrant neck, covered in fine beads of sweat and a touch of sweetness, his long tongue, protruding from between his red lips and white teeth, gliding over Qianrong's neck, which she was torturing in pain, arching back as if it would break.

His long tongue, like a slippery slug, greedily licked every inch of her skin on that neck that almost every man would want to bite, enjoying the fragrance mingled with her sweat.

“…Ugh…No…Please let me go…Ugh…”

The poor, popular female VJ wailed miserably in the darkness, trembling and weeping in despair. She felt the black man's large mouth, like a terrifying furnace, sliding down her delicate neck and kissing her shoulder.

"...Ugh..."

In that instant, another excruciating pain shot through her. When the black man bit down hard on the poor VJ's shoulder with his sharp teeth, the poor Qianrong let out another silent wail.

"...Ugh..."

The bite was so forceful that when the black man's large mouth left the poor Qianrong's shoulder, deep red teeth marks were imprinted on her fair skin—the poor Qianrong wept helplessly, begging for divine help, but to no avail; pleading for someone to save her, but no one did. In that pitch-black world, she could only feel the black man's large mouth continuing to slide downwards, slicing across her thin collarbone, until it reached her chest.

"No, no..."

The moment the black man's large hand lifted the popular female VJ's breasts, which were tightly bound into a shape resembling a bulging sac, the poor female VJ couldn't withstand the stimulation and screamed again—again, she couldn't make a sound; the scream only echoed in her throat.

But this time, the tall black man didn't torture her beautiful breasts any further. Instead, he took the engorged nipples, which seemed to be throbbing and trembling on their own, into his mouth... Ugh... Unlike the violent torture, he used his nimble, eel-like tongue to rub back and forth on the engorged nipples and bright red areolas, which were erect from being tightly bound, along with biting and sucking with his teeth... Ugh... No... At that moment, as the black man's tongue continuously circled her breasts, an unimaginable tenderness followed the roughness, and below, the white man was still digging into her vagina, the unbearable heat spreading throughout her body as if melting her.

"No...no...no...uh...uh...waah..."

No matter how much she hated these two demons, these two men, the poor, popular female VJ's body still obediently reflected her most genuine physical sensations...uh...uh...in that indescribable feeling of pain and pleasure, poor Qianrong felt as if her tormented breasts were about to melt, and as if her soul was about to be sucked out by the black man. The white man's fingers were digging into her vagina, and the unbearable pleasure, coupled with the delicate clitoris being tied with fishing line and pulled, caused her buttocks to involuntarily twist.

"...No...uh...no..."

The blood of aroused desire spread throughout the poor, popular female VJ's body. Poor Qianrong, under the attack of the two men from above and below, only felt a rapid spasm deep in her uterus, and her two slender legs trembled. Her slender waist arched backward, unable to withstand the sensation, even her insteps arched with all their might—an uncontrollable surge of heat from her shameful vulva, accompanied by the unbearable relaxation of her sphincter muscles, a feeling of extreme embarrassment… Ugh… In that silent sob where even tears couldn't flow, the poor, popular VJ felt a gush of honey-like fluid and a surge of heat simultaneously gushing from her two vaginal openings!

“…Ugh…No…”

“What’s wrong with this bitch? She pees as soon as she orgasms!”

In the room, Danny, who had also accidentally gotten his face covered in Qianrong’s urine, wiped the liquid off his face with a tissue and shouted. Those loud words reached Qianrong’s ears as she was suspended there, making the woman, who had just orgasmed again, feel extremely ashamed. What

, what’s wrong with me?

Poor Qianrong muttered in shame in the darkness, filled with despair and confusion about what had happened to her. She had been raped! Gang-raped and tortured! How could this be, how could this be… The

poor, popular VJ, in that silent world, was too painful to think any further. But in reality, the words of those two devils wouldn't stop there.

"What? Don't understand? This is what you call a born slut! Even if you don't fuck her, just touching her will make her orgasm. A bitch like this was born to be fucked!"

The black man's words were like sharp needles piercing Qianrong's ears. You, you're the one who was born to be fucked! Poor Qianrong cried in the darkness, pleading and refuting them. But… um…

she couldn't withstand the reality as the black man once again forcefully pinched her beautiful nipple.

"...Ugh..."

Her large breasts, bound tightly by the fishnet, had engorged, trembling nipples that were being forcefully pinched and pressed by the black man's large fingers... Ugh... That uncontrollable, torturous pain, yet also an uncontrollable pleasure, flowed through the popular female VJ's entire body like an electric current—a woman who didn't want to stay a single second longer, wanting immediate release and liberation. At that moment, she suddenly felt another spasm in her vagina... No... Poor Qianrong cried out, powerless, yet instinctively clenching her legs.

She wanted to stop the flow, but even so, the shameful fluids continued to leak out with the uncontrollable pulsations within her vagina... Ugh... No

matter how unwilling the popular female VJ was, at this moment, she was sadly and clearly told that, no matter how unwilling she was to admit it, her body still craved the torment and rape of these two men.

"No!... Waaah... Why, why did this happen... Ugh..."

The poor, popular female VJ was filled with shame, feeling like the lowest of prostitutes, unable to live without a man... Waaah... She desperately tried to clench her legs—but aside from the fact that she had been tortured by the pendant for so long, she had long since lost the strength. Her vagina, having been treated so cruelly, was now beyond her ability to clench her legs due to the unbearable pain. The pain from her vagina, ravaged by men, had exhausted all her strength.

"Waaah..."

Poor Qianrong, caught between the inability to clench or not, could only weep helplessly. Her naked body trembled pitifully, adorned and bound by fishnets… Ugh… When she finally managed to briefly move her nipples away from the black man's large hands, gaining a moment of respite—she didn't know what methods these two perverts would use to continue torturing her, but in that brief moment of respite, she vaguely recalled the phone call she had just had with her mother.

"…Ugh…Mommy…"

In her daze, poor Qianrong thought of her mother, father, and brothers and sisters. This poor, popular female VJ, who always liked to be number one, whether at home or outside, was now thinking of her mother's dissuasion when she wanted to become a TV host.

"What's so good about a girl showing her face in public like that? It's easy to attract the attention of perverts."

"It's okay, if I really encounter one, I won't even know who the pervert is."

In her mind, she recalled her mother's dismissive words when she didn't want her to leave home and live elsewhere. These words had angered her mother greatly at the time, but who could have imagined that her mother's words would actually come true... Waaah...

Poor Qianrong cried miserably. In that dark world, she vowed in her heart that if she had another chance to choose again, she would never be a host again... If... If I could have another chance... Waaah...

But the most real reality is that the world will never grant people a new chance according to their pleas.

Inside the room, the massive projector continued to project the pitiful, naked body of the popular female VJ. Bound by fishing lines, her beautiful breasts, no longer full and erect, were now shaped like two sacks, drooping downwards. Even her nipples, entangled in the fishing lines, drooped pitifully.

Poor Qianrong wept silently, her slender arms firmly locked in handcuffs. Unable to bear the weight of her petite body, her wrists ached, and her joints turned pale. Her long, jade-like legs and toes, which had captivated countless men, were now tragically covered in her own urine and other lewd fluids, stained with a white, turbid substance.

"...Ugh..."

The poor, popular female VJ's face was obscured by her beautiful hair, her forehead and delicate nose covered in fine sweat, her long legs spread limply apart—even though the two foreigners had stopped playing with her, the poor VJ's legs couldn't close, she could only stand there pitifully spread apart, her toes barely touching the ground, her beautiful vulva sadly exposed—the fishing line tied to her clitoris on the huge back of her penis hung so clearly between her legs. The

poor, popular female VJ cried pitifully, while the two foreigners, "Hmm, what a nice bitch, if you develop her properly, she'll definitely be even better!"

The black man, rummaging through the pile of sex toys, glanced at the popular female VJ's body and made such a judgment. The white man, however, quickly found what he was looking for and returned to the side of this beautiful body.

"Bitch, I bet your mother never taught you to go to the toilet to pee, did she?"

The tall white man picked up a long, silver, rod-like object and touched the poor, popular female VJ's swollen breasts, which were constricted by the fishing line. He suddenly squeezed the engorged nipples, twisting and pinching them hard... Ugh... Under the pinching and squeezing of those fingers, the poor popular female VJ was instantly tormented by the pain and forgot everything—the insult to her mother, the insult to herself, were nothing compared to the feeling of her breasts being squeezed. The pain mixed with pleasure made her want to cry, made her go crazy.

"...Ugh..."

The poor, popular female VJ felt like she was going crazy. After the white man's large hand pinched her nipple, her sensitive body immediately tensed, trembling from head to toe, even her pubic area. Fortunately, this time Danny didn't linger too long on Qianrong's breasts, but unfortunately—"Bitch, this thing will make you obedient. You'll have to go to the toilet to pee after you learn!"

After the white man shifted his attention from Qianrong's breasts, he surprisingly focused on her urethra.

The tall white man squatted down again, his thick fingers fiddling with the popular female VJ's muddy pubic area. The poor female VJ wanted to close her legs to resist this pervert's invasion, but she was powerless; her two slender legs seemed to have no strength at all.

"...Ugh, ugh..."

The poor female VJ couldn't understand his meaning at that moment, only instinctively thinking about what he was going to do to her next. However, after the white man's fingers had been fiddling with those pink labia for a while, he took the urethral plug, which was much thicker than a thin wire, and pried open the popular female VJ's pubic labia. His thick fingers found the urethral opening among the pink labia and began to circle around the small, fleshy orifice, squeezing the tender flesh on both sides of the urethral opening!

"No, no! No!"

Even if she hadn't eaten pork, she had at least heard of pigs running. Coupled with what Danny had just said to her—at this moment, Qianrong instinctively thought that this pervert was going to touch her urethra—no! She struggled desperately, making that weak struggle. But at this moment, she at most thought that this pervert was just going to play with that dirty place, but she never expected...

Poor Qianrong struggled in fear, only feeling the man's large hands on both sides of her urethral opening, forcibly prying open that small orifice. No…no…she struggled desperately, but at this moment, her only feelings were extreme shame, unbearable pain, and an inability to accept the perverse torture these men would inflict on her next move—having already been manipulated to this extent by these men, Qianrong had already resigned herself to everything. She had even resigned herself to the possibility of these perverts going even further, playing with her urethra with their fingers…

but, only without final coercion, did the poor, popular female VJ still hold onto a sliver of hope, a sliver of pride, a sliver of resistance, doing what every woman would do upon first encountering such a situation—but when that cold thing, clearly not a man's finger, touched her urethra…

“No!”

The poor, popular female VJ immediately, completely, understood what they were about to do to her. What are you doing! Are you insane! How can you do that there! How can you do that! Poor Qianrong screamed desperately, her cries muffled by the gag, unable to utter a sound. Her body, which should have been weak, seemed to regain its strength, violently twisting her slender waist and struggling with her long, beautiful legs, even kicking at Danny's body—but the moment her snow-white toes, painted with bright red nail polish, touched Danny's firm, rock-like muscles… ugh… the pain in her toe made the popular VJ's movements abruptly halt, causing her to wince in pain. But shortly after that, perhaps less than a second later, the poor VJ was swinging her long, beautiful legs again.

Compared to the pain of her delicate toes kicking against the stone, the fear of someone stabbing something into her urethra was far more terrifying than anything she could bear!

"Damn it! You better behave!"

Seeing Qianrong, who had been obedient, suddenly struggle and resist, the tall white man was clearly caught off guard. But no matter how much he yelled, Qianrong continued to swing her two beautiful, white legs and kick hard.

"No! I won't! Get away! You stinking thing! Ugh! Get away!"

In the sunlight, her two long, beautiful legs, covered in fine sweat, were so white and shiny, appearing so long...

"Hey, come help me!"

After being kicked several times, the white man had no choice but to temporarily stop his actions on her urethra and instead grabbed the popular female VJ's legs with both hands. But at this moment, it seemed that the last bit of resistance in Qianrong's body was exploding, and she seemed to have infinite strength. She screamed silently, as if everything that had been suppressed for so long could finally be endured and exploded. Even the pain in her vagina could not stop her!

"Damn it! This bitch is just like a female dog!"

The tall black man, holding fishing line, joined the fray. The white man and the black man each grabbed one of Qianrong's thighs and ankles. Their large hands gripped her incredibly slender ankles compared to their arms, and her pale thighs—it was hard to tell if it was because the popular VJ's legs were covered in sweat and filthy fluid, or because she was struggling so fiercely—in their haste, even these two tall men couldn't stop the popular VJ. Even after they had her ankles and her delicate feet in their hands, Qianrong still kicked her legs violently… Let go, let me go!… She struggled desperately.

"Damn it!"

After several more seconds of this violent struggle, "Bitch! I told you to obey! Don't you understand?!"

The enraged black man punched Qianrong in the stomach.

"…Uh…"

A heavy blow struck her soft abdomen with the black man's fist, the pain feeling as if her intestines had been ruptured. Finally, the struggling VJ came to an end—in that instant, poor Qianrong felt as if acid reflux was about to surge up in her stomach.

"Bitch! You like playing with fire, don't you? Fine! I told you, I'll make you feel like you're in heaven, and I'll make you wish right now!"

the tall black man roared angrily. After that punch, the poor VJ stopped struggling, and he grabbed her hair, forcing her head back.

"No…no…please…"

Suddenly, all her resistance and courage vanished. In an instant, the poor VJ was back in reality, transformed into a helpless little girl, raped and violated by those men. Under the black man's large hands, her body trembled with fear, crying and begging him to let her go, to forgive her…

"I'm sorry… I'm sorry… Please… Please… Waaah…"

But no matter how much she regretted and begged, she couldn't stop the stench from the black man's large mouth from finally dissipating before her eyes… Uh… her left leg was violently pulled up by the black man.

In that instant, through her small mouth under the gag, the poor popular female VJ let out a scream comparable to the world's number one soprano. The poor popular female VJ immediately begged, silently chanting, "No, please, please be gentle…"

But all of this was useless. The tall black man didn't care about the poor popular female VJ's life or death, forcefully pulling her slender left leg, almost breaking her hip bone. If it weren't for the gag stuffed in Qianrong's small mouth at this moment, she might even have bitten her tongue to pieces from the pain, as she forcefully pulled her left leg up.

The tall, burly Black man grabbed the popular female VJ's long, slender left leg, forcefully pulling it upwards until it pressed against Qianrong's lower abdomen. This forced the poor Qianrong's body to arch upwards with her left leg, her full buttocks bending forward, causing her mons pubis to bulge out. Her soft abdomen, pressed down by her thigh, revealed adorable folds of flesh.

"Damn it! Bitch! You won't listen to me, will you? Let's see how you kick now!"

"Ugh...no..."

The fierce Black man gripped Qianrong's ankle with one hand, pressing her delicate, white foot above her head. His other hand tightly pinched Qianrong's cheek, spitting another stench onto the poor popular female VJ's face. At this moment, poor Qianrong couldn't tell which situation was worse—her thigh almost broken by the Black man, or the stench from his breath that she was about to vomit.

"No...please..."

Poor Qianrong could do almost nothing but cry and beg in her heart. Even though she practiced yoga regularly, she couldn't withstand the pain of her thighs being raised so high without any preparation.

At the same time, while the black man was treating the popular female VJ roughly, the white man started his actions again. "Bitch! You're not listening, are you!"

With the same vicious roar, the tall white man lifted the popular female VJ's other long leg, making her entire lower body pitifully protrude forward. Without any mercy, he forcefully shoved the urethral plug into poor Qianrong's urethra!

04-24
Chapter 11

...No...

In the room, the poor popular female VJ's small mouth emitted a heart-wrenching scream—but this scream could not reach anyone's ears.

The tall white man gripped the silver urethral plug, using the tip to search and probe inside the poor, popular female VJ's vagina. Finding the small opening, he forcefully shoved the thin, rubbery rod into her urethra.

"Ugh..." the poor VJ screamed. Her urethra, never before subjected to any abuse, was being penetrated by a foreign object for the first time. The pain was a hundred times worse than when her boyfriend deflowered her. "No

, no..." Unable to bear the pain, Qianrong shook her head, struggling again—but this time, with George and Danny well-prepared, there was no chance of resistance.

"Hmm? How is it? Isn't it great, you bitch? Did it give you a good time?"

The tall white man held the VJ's sticky, sweaty, pinkish-white right leg with one hand, his right hand gripping the rubber rod. While speaking viciously, his hand wasn't idle; he didn't just insert the short rod, but gripped it while thrusting and rotating it. ...Waaah...

The silver rubber rod thrust in and out of her delicate, untouched vagina, churning and squeezing the tender flesh, even more delicate than the inside of her honeypot...Waaah... The pain felt like her liver being stabbed, sliced, and torn apart piece by piece. ...Waaah... Poor Qianrong, who had never suffered such torment, struggled uncontrollably as if in spasms. Her breasts, bound tightly with fishnet stockings, thrashed and bounced violently from the intense struggle.

No, let me go! Let me go! Amidst the excruciating churning, poor Qianrong bit down hard on the gag in her mouth, almost fainting from the pain. She screamed inwardly, using every ounce of strength she had to escape, but it was no use. The large hands of the black man and the palms of the white man gripped the pink and white thighs of the popular female VJ tightly. No matter how hard she kicked and struggled, her slender waist twisting as if it were about to break, she couldn't break free from their large hands as before. To make it easier to hold on, the black man even changed his standing posture, pressing himself against Qianrong's body from behind and embracing her. His

tall, dark, charcoal-colored body, devoid of any shine, pressed tightly against the smooth, beautiful back and high, pink buttocks of the popular female VJ. The black man used his left hand to pull Qianrong's thighs, grabbed her hair, and forcefully pulled her head back.

"Bitch! Behave yourself!"

the tall black man roared, and in the close contact between his body and that delicate, tender body, his thick, black, and huge penis naturally pressed against Qianrong's body. The enormous glans and the sweat-drenched, beautiful flesh pressed together, right at the midpoint of Qianrong's slender waist, where the lumbar spine curved downwards—due to the excessive force, the black man's thick penis was naturally bent under the pressure, bearing the weight of both of them.

The black man, already experiencing a sexual flare-up, had been holding back, preparing to complete his "decoration" of Qianrong. With his penis pressed against the body of the popular female VJ, and Qianrong blindfolded and gagged, her beautiful face contorted in pain as she pulled her hair, her expression one of infinite sorrow and shame—the tall black man found himself losing control, his thick penis throbbing violently several times.

"Damn! Are you done yet? I haven't finished!"

Not wanting to lose face in front of his friends, he ejaculated before even penetrating the female VJ. But to hold onto the struggling Qianrong, he had to continue holding her tightly. The black man could only urge Danny to hurry up.

"What's the rush? Look, this bitch's having a good time!"

The tall white man, oblivious to the black man's frustration, continued his vicious grin, relentlessly pounding the thin rubber rod into the poor Qianrong's urethra.

No!

The poor, popular VJ tensed, her hair pulled back by the black man, rendering her powerless to struggle. With both legs held by two men, she could only weep and wail miserably. Her ten slender fingers clenched tightly together, the pain causing them to twist and almost break.

Because of the excruciating pain, as if her urethra were being ripped apart, the toes and arches of her beautiful feet were stretched almost out of shape. Her delicate toes were clenched tightly together, trembling as if even the tips of her toenails were using their maximum strength. ...Ugh...

Poor Qianrong's body writhed like a carp, her smooth abdomen heaving in waves. In no time, her fair body was soaked through with layers of slippery sweat, as if drenched in water. Her black hair, as if drenched by rain, was clinging tightly to her delicate body. Her smooth, bare back rubbed uncontrollably against the black man's firm chest and abdomen, causing his body to feel a burning sensation, just like the popular female VJ.

"How about that? Are you satisfied now?"

the tall white man continued to roar. Unable to speak, poor Qianrong felt as if she were about to die—she bit down hard on the gag in her mouth—but in reality, not only did she not die, the indescribable pain even made her feel that death would be a good thing!

"God!"

poor Qianrong cried out in a piercing wail, her beautiful eyes rolled back beneath the blindfold, the tearing pain tormenting her into silent sobs. In that uncontrollable trembling, waves of sweat poured from every pore of her body, as if all the moisture in her body had turned into sweat and flowed out all at once.

Poor Qianrong bit down hard on the wicked gag, and as saliva, snot, and tears poured from her eyes, ears, nose, and mouth, something seemed to be squeezed into the depths of her bladder. And not only there, but even deep inside her vagina, inside her anus…

No!

With a heart-wrenching, piercing wail that no one could hear. The poor, popular female VJ suddenly tensed her body. Her sphincter, no longer bound by its restraints, convulsed to the extreme. Simultaneously, three streams of foul matter gushed from deep within her bladder, vagina, and rectum—but because her poor urethra had been plugged with a rubber rod by the white man, not a single drop leaked out this time.

No!

The moment the vaginal fluid and the filthy yellow matter gushed out from deep within her vagina and anus, the poor, popular female VJ screamed with indescribable shame—but at the same time, whether because the white man stopped stirring the short rod and retreated due to the sudden scene, or because the black man, fearing contact with feces, also quickly moved back, the timing of the gushing from her anus coin coinciding with the stopping of the short rod, caused the poor Qianrong to experience an indescribable pleasure, an indescribable feeling of liberation, an indescribable pleasure…

God!

"..."

In the corridor outside the ward, Ye Zhengshun smoked cigarette after cigarette, his mind in turmoil. He was worried. Although he felt that Qianrong was just being fucked by those two foreigners, and it wasn't a big deal, the thought of his own hand-cultivated flower, her delicate pink and white body being violated by two foreigners who smelled like pigs, filled him with an indescribable sense of suffocation.

It felt as if his girlfriend, his wife, had been sent away to be fucked by someone else. ...Damn it, Qianrong, that little slut, she's a consummate womanizer...

"Hey, Young Master Ye?"

Just as Ye Zhengshun was feeling irritable and had already smoked his umpteenth cigarette, a greeting suddenly came from behind him. He turned around and saw a tall man with dyed blond hair, wearing a suit, greeting him—the man was followed by two lackeys.

In an instant, Ye Zhengshun's irritation vanished, replaced by a fear akin to that of a new son-in-law meeting his mother-in-law. The person who greeted him was none other than Brother Bao, the one who specifically sought to collect the debt from the finance company.

Ye Zhengshun felt a surge of panic. Although with Director Ni's help, he should have settled his debts with the debtor company, the well-known agent still felt his legs go weak after witnessing the terrifying Brother Bao who had advised him not to delay repayment.

"Bao... Brother Bao."

He awkwardly raised his right hand, which was holding a cigarette, and greeted him.

"Hey, we're all acquaintances, no need for such formalities. Just call me Ah Bao."

Faced with Brother Bao's politeness, Ye Zhengshun felt even more uncertain. Because the last time Brother Bao came to urge him not to delay interest payments, he had a similar smile followed by a ruthless look. Could it be that Director Ni hasn't paid back the money I owe? Ye Zhengshun thought anxiously.

"What are you doing here? Visiting a patient?"

The tall Brother Bao stopped in front of Ye Zhengshun. Although he was dressed in a suit and tie, his muscles were still very prominent. Ye Zhengshun looked at him, and a scene from a gangster movie—the entrance of a big boss—rose in his mind.

"Uh...yes..."

he mumbled, trying to find an excuse to leave quickly. Unexpectedly, this guy put his hand on his shoulder and pulled him outside, whether he wanted to or not. "Perfect timing, we haven't seen each other in a long time. Come on, let's go downstairs and have a couple of drinks! Consider it my celebration for you, wishing you a great ride!"

"Celebrate?"

Ye Zhengshun was a little confused about what this guy was talking about.

"Yeah! Shouldn't we celebrate?"

In the blink of an eye, the two of them, along with Bao Ge's two henchmen, were already on the sixth floor of the hospital building, in a small bar that no outsiders knew about. After ordering two glasses of strong liquor with ice, Bao Ge took a sip and slowly said, "Young Master Ye, you've made contact with Director Ni, haven't you?"

These words startled Ye Zhengshun again. You see, framing Qianrong with Director Ni was a closely guarded secret. If it got out, not only would his reputation be ruined, but he'd even lose his job in the industry—a manager framing his own artist, if word got out, who would want to be his manager anymore!

For a moment, Ye Zhengshun didn't know how to answer. He guessed that Brother Bao must have received a call from Director Ni offering to pay off his debts, which was how he figured it out. Lying seemed useless, but if he admitted it directly—to be honest, putting aside whether it was something to be proud of, just thinking about how much Qianrong trusted him, and how he… Ye Zhengshun really couldn't bring himself to admit he'd done something so despicable.

"Alright, stop pretending! Director Ni is famous in the industry. If he's willing to pay off your debts, it's either because he's interested in your wife, or he's interested in your artist. What do you think? Brother, am I right?"

Brother Bao's straightforward words made Ye Zhengshun even more embarrassed. His polite smile froze on his face; he didn't know whether to nod or shake his head.

Brother Bao looked at the big agent, took another sip of his drink, and tapped the table, saying, "Brother, tell me the truth, which actress has Director Ni taken a fancy to this time? Is it Qianrong, or someone else? Hey, whoever it is, it's all the same. Congratulations on boarding a golden ship, you'll be rolling in money from now on!"

"Uh...hehe..."

Helpless, Ye Zhengshun could only force a couple of laughs at the underworld boss who talked about these things as if it were commonplace.

"What? Did I say something wrong?"

Suddenly, Brother Bao seemed to see something in Ye Zhengshun's furrowed brows.

"Uh...no..."

Ye Zhengshun didn't know how to answer. Yes! He had sold Qianrong to Director Ni, and yes, he had indeed benefited. The interest on his debts was due soon, and Director Ni had paid it off for him.

He figured he could make up for the rest from Qianrong's filming fees, taking his share. But in reality, that money still wouldn't reach him. Director Ni was slippery as an eel; he'd made everything clear from the start. Qianrong would get her salary, but he'd just be relieved of his debt worries—thinking about this, Ye Zhengshun's anger flared even more.

He'd shamelessly framed Qianrong, and in the end, he wouldn't get a single penny! Damn it!

"What? You're not saying Director Ni didn't plan to give you any benefits, are you?"

Seeing the displeasure on Ye Zhengshun's face, Brother Bao quickly grasped the situation. "You're not saying... Director Ni is just paying off your debts and won't give you any other money, are you?"

"..."

Ye Zhengshun didn't speak, but his anger made him pick up the wine glass on the table and down the entire glass in one gulp.

"...Indeed, Director Ni went a bit too far this time..."

Seeing Ye Zhengshun's reaction, Brother Bao suddenly had an idea. He grinned slyly, patted the big agent on the shoulder, told the bartender to pour him another drink, exhaled a puff of smoke, and said with a smile, "However, there are still opportunities to make money. Brother, it's up to you whether you want to take the chance."

"What?"

Ye Zhengshun looked up at the underworld boss, only to see him chuckle twice more. "The person Director Ni has his eye on is still in your hands, right? Even a pimp can have an affair with the woman he sees. Brother, a star! What rich man wouldn't want to sleep with her? And I believe the one Director Ni has his eye on is the kind who hasn't gone into prostitution yet! Do you know how much a top-tier actress in the industry is worth? One million for one time! Brother, as long as you want, there will be plenty of opportunities to make money in the future!"

One million? Looking at Brother Bao, Ye Zhengshun's heart skipped a beat. Although he didn't have any plans at the moment, he still listened to Brother Bao's explanation.

Why… Waaah… Why did this happen… Waaah…

In the room, the poor, popular female VJ hung there helplessly. The stench of feces emanating from her inner thighs, gradually cooling, clearly told the beautiful presenter on television what had just happened—she, who was always praised for her beauty and intelligence, had repeatedly lost control of her bladder in front of men, and even defecated. …Waaah… No! …No! …Why did this happen! …I don't want this! I don't want this!

The desperate, popular female VJ lowered her beautiful head, a gag in her mouth, sobbing silently.

In that boundless shame, she even wished she were dead. But…

“How about that? I told you! This bitch was born to be fucked, an absolute pervert! M! She can even feel something in her urethra! Shit! If this place hadn’t been unused before, I was afraid my thing was too big to fit, so I wanted to try what it felt like to have something in her little hole first!”

The white man’s voice echoed in her ears again, but the popular female VJ, who was already tortured to the point of barely breathing, didn’t even have the strength to utter a single word in her mind.

Poor Qianrong hung her head limply, her black hair falling in wisps in front of her face, obscuring her features.

She was as if she were dead, or rather, her body wasn’t dead, but her heart was. She sobbed weakly in the dark world, feeling extremely ashamed and desperate, without even a trace of rebuttal in her heart.

“Fuck! You’ve had your fun, but I haven’t! Hurry up and finish this, I need to have my fun!”

Suddenly, the popular female VJ felt the chains hanging her loosen a little.

A jolt of shock ran through her; she didn't know what was happening. Was it all over? Had the two demons finally let her go?

Or...? With the clatter of the chains, her body slumped forward—after being hung for so long and tormented for so long, Qianrong no longer had the strength to stand.

The moment the poor, popular VJ's exquisitely beautiful feet and toes touched the damp carpet, Qianrong felt as if her legs were stepping on soft cotton candy—utterly weak and powerless. Her delicate body crashed onto a firm chest—as her full, alluring breasts, now swollen and red from being bound by fishnets, pressed against that rock-solid chest… Waaah… the poor, popular VJ let out another mournful cry.

Her limp body had no strength to struggle, and even her heart had surrendered... She only hoped that it would all finally end... Poor Qianrong's subconscious was filled with longing she didn't even have the strength to think about. The beautiful TV presenter, tears welling in her eyes, bit down on the gag, her urethra still plugged with that shameful device, her delicate body swaying forward as the man moved backward. But clearly, he didn't want to just put Qianrong down like that.

His body didn't move backward much, but his hands supported her ribs, forcing her to fall downward in that confined space. The poor, popular VJ sensed his intentions, but she was too exhausted to resist. In boundless sorrow, she simply followed the man, and the large hands behind her, as their hands slowly moved her body.

The massive projection screen showed the pitiful, popular female VJ slowly collapsing to the ground under the manipulation of Danny and George. Although not perfectly clear, it was still possible to see her swollen, tormented breasts, resembling bags, rubbing against the man's chest. "...Ugh...is it not over yet... Waaah..."

A voice echoed in poor Qianrong's subconscious, but she had no real thoughts.

She bit down hard on the gag in her mouth, her small nose whimpering as she endured the pain of her breasts being squeezed by the man—her breasts, already like bags, became unbelievably soft and elastic under his pressure. The indentation under the pressure felt like a woman massaging her partner's body with her breasts, giving the man a great pleasure in the friction between his pectoral muscles and the woman's breasts.

As for poor Qianrong—at this moment, she was unable to describe the pain in her body or the pain in her heart. She could only let her body tremble as the two demons moved. Her hands were still handcuffed, and after being suspended for so long, her delicate, lotus-root-like arms had no strength left to support her body. She could only slowly, with them, let her entire upper body rest on the carpet. Her

already horribly bound breasts, after touching the ground… Wailing… poor Qianrong's body shuddered again. She cried weakly, trembling, but the two men beside her showed no pity.

"Bitch! Stop playing dead!"

At the black man's shout, she was like a doll, held by his large hands, her knees supporting her weight on the ground. Her long, slender legs were forced into a bent position, causing her calves and feet, slightly soiled, to form a right-angled arch. Her feet, once smooth and white, were now filthy, and this position forced her delicate toes to be pressed hard against the wet carpet, along with the arch of her feet. This made her small toes and beautiful feet even more irresistible to men, making them want to play with, pinch, lick, and torment her. ...Ugh...

Poor Qianrong lay helplessly on the ground, her head turned to the side. Because she was still blindfolded and gagged, most of her expression was obscured. Furthermore, her black hair, scattered across her face, made her originally innocent face, between black and white, between filth and purity, even more alluring to men's lust.

The poor, once-popular female VJ wept bitterly, lying there helplessly, her delicate shoulders trembling.

Her exhausted body, exhausted from all the humiliation, was just like her usually praised, intelligent mind—now utterly devoid of strength.

This pitiful, usually sharp-tongued, popular female host was being manipulated like a puppet by a man.

Her long, beautiful legs were bent over in a kneeling position, her high, shapely buttocks raised high, like a female dog waiting to mate, allowing the man to feast his eyes on her full rear, revealing the yellowish-brown excrement between her plump buttocks—filth that made her want to disappear into the ground… Waaah… The

poor, once-popular female VJ sobbed weakly, some strands of black hair pressed under her cheeks. Her breasts, already tormented and abused, were pressed tightly beneath her body in this position, making the pain even more unbearable. Poor Qianrong could only kneel and crawl in this position, facing one side, her petite body rising and falling slightly with her breath. Her full, alluring buttocks trembled slightly from the torment of breathing and pain—if it weren't for the foul-smelling yellow discharge still covering the flesh between her buttocks and anus, the black man might have succumbed to his lust and placed his large mouth on Qianrong's anus to properly stimulate that beautiful chrysanthemum. In the darkness

, the poor, popular VJ sobbed helplessly. Suddenly, she felt something touch her buttocks. Startled, before she could figure out what it was, the thing had already pressed against her labia through the discharge-covered crevice. ...Ugh... The

poor, popular VJ trembled, a wave of panic washing over her, her high-raised buttocks swaying uneasily. She stretched her slender waist, trying to get up, trying to escape, but… “Don’t move! Bitch! I’m personally wiping your ass, what are you going to do about it?”

The tall black man reached out and slapped the popular female VJ’s plump, beautiful buttocks hard.

“Smack!” The crisp sound of flesh striking flesh echoed, and the bare, white buttocks swayed, turning a reddish hue. Poor Qianrong let out another whimper, her body trembling again, but after that tremor, the uneasy writhing stopped—no, more accurately, she dared not try to escape anymore, but her body continued to tremble uncontrollably, a slight tremor of shame.

Poor Qianrong blushed to her ears, fearfully obeying the black man’s orders, not daring to move at all—at this moment, the beautiful female host’s heart was filled with indescribable feelings. It was shame, and also…

Poor Qianrong knelt there, finally understanding what was in her crotch after the black man spoke—it was a tissue he was holding.

“Damn it! What a vile bitch! Your ass is covered in piss and dung!”

The black man’s large hand wiped the yellow filth between the popular female VJ’s legs through the tissue. Poor Qianrong, who was always so clean and beautiful, would spend a full hour getting ready before going out, making sure she looked presentable. Now, she was forced to bend over like a child, having George wipe her bottom, and being told she was dirty and smelly. …Waaah… In this inescapable dark world, the sorrow and humiliation in poor Qianrong’s heart reached its peak; she wanted nothing more than to bang her head against the carpet and die… Waaah…

Poor Qianrong couldn’t suppress her grievances and sobbed. The black man's large hands, through a thin tissue, wiped the filth around Qianrong's anus and inside her labia, causing Qianrong's large buttocks to tremble uncontrollably.

In the darkness, more sweat secreted from her two large, white buttocks. Poor Qianrong felt exhausted from this position, and her breathing became heavy. Poor Qianrong felt the black man's fingers probing her anus through the tissue... No... No... She cried out in shame. Although she had been gang-raped by these men, again and again, and the gangster boss had done something similar last night, the popular VJ still couldn't accept it. ...She was shameless enough to let a man wipe her buttocks, to let a man see her like this... Waaah...

The poor popular VJ sobbed, her delicate body pressed down by the position, making her breasts, which were tightly bound with fishnet stockings, even more flattened, and even her engorged nipples were pitifully bent. Poor Qianrong trembled slightly, her slender waist swaying, her two large, white buttocks... oh... um... Her face was flushed with a rosy hue. For all men and women, the anus, like the nipples and a woman's clitoris, is one of the most sensitive points. After being probed and touched by the man's large hands, the sensation was so intense that even the tormented, popular female VJ's body reacted uncontrollably.

Poor Qianrong's moans grew heavier, and her restless writhing increased. Drops of sweat slid down her smooth, fragrant back, from her buttocks towards her pinkish-white back, tightly bound by the fishing line. Poor Qianrong cried from the pain, and also from the black man's actions—she couldn't believe what was happening, that she could feel anything while a man wiped her ass, but the reality was... She hoped her change hadn't caught the attention of these two foreigners, but...

"Look at this bitch panting! Damn! So her sensitive spot is in the back! What a slutty bitch! How about it? Can't wait for us to fuck your asshole raw?"

...No...no...no...

Finally, under the dual torment of body and mind, the popular female VJ cried out in her heart—but the cry was useless, she couldn't even make a sound.

The black man pressed his large hands against the tissues, repeatedly wiping the filth around her anus. His thick fingers, even wrapped in tissues, were gently inserted into her anus… Ugh… No… No… Ugh… The man's actions made the petite female VJ tremble. Those thick fingers inserted into her anus, the hot object that had only been hovering outside suddenly entering, stirring between the sphincter and rectum… Ugh… The poor female VJ bit down hard on the gag in her mouth, enduring the unbearable torment of the man—as a woman who had already explored her anus with her previous boyfriends, poor Qianrong did feel a slight pain from George's thick fingers entering her anus. But at the same time, the feeling of a foreign object being inserted into her anus deeply stimulated her sensitive body, which had been tormented and ravaged by men for so long.

Poor Qianrong felt that her anus, which had just been incontinent and had excreted feces, became burning hot under the man's fingers. She shuddered at her own body, ashamed of her current reaction… Waaah… Why… The poor, popular VJ twisted her slender waist, trying to get up. She didn't want to show any more shameful ugliness. But the white man in front of her grabbed her hands. With a few clicks, the tall Danny unlocked the leather handcuffs with a key, but instead of freeing Qianrong's arms, he twisted her slender wrists and arms, pulling them behind her back and pressing her body even harder to the ground.

What are you doing!

The pitiful Qianrong continued to twist her large, white buttocks, feeling uneasy. The pain from her breasts being tightly bound by the fishing line left her with no strength left but to cry and wail.

She felt the black man's large hand rubbing her purplish-red labia through a tissue between her thighs.

The once soft tissue felt rough in the black man's hands. His fingers pressed against the tissue, repeatedly wiping the already blood-soaked, delicate, flower-like vulva. The action made the poor, popular VJ feel as if her lower body was on fire. Her body, constantly subjected to violence and abuse, was now uncontrollably burning with heat at her labia, as if countless streams of heat were converging there. All the lust in her body turned into heat, converging in her lower abdomen, into her womb! ...Ugh...No...The poor, popular VJ groaned silently, weeping...I don't want to, I don't want to... At this moment, if she had lips to bite, the poor, popular VJ would surely have revealed an alluring image of herself biting her lips, a sight that would tempt any man to no end.

In a daze, a thought rose in Qianrong's subconscious without her conscious thought: 'Am I really a lowly bitch craving a man to fuck?' "Waaah..." Poor Qianrong had no way to resist her fate and could only endure the two men continuing to manipulate her like a toy. The white man knelt down in front of her, deliberately letting his long penis dangle over Qianrong's fair face—the glans reeked of a pungent, fishy stench, rubbing back and forth against Qianrong's delicate cheek through his black hair. Poor Qianrong could only continue to sob weakly, panting... Waaah... Waaah...

Meanwhile, his hands gripped Qianrong's slender arms, binding two leather wristbands with iron rings to her wrists, linking them together so that Qianrong's hands were handcuffed horizontally behind her back, truly rendering her unable to struggle on her own—now, the poor popular female VJ was once again bound, but slightly different from before, her hands were no longer hanging, but bound behind her body.

"Damn it! This stuff is such a pain to clean! What kind of dog poop did you eat last night?! Your poop is so sticky!"

With another loud slap, another red handprint appeared on poor Qianrong's fleshy buttocks. ...Waaah... Poor Qianrong, who is usually so clean and beautiful, afraid of being seen looking unsightly, was now being humiliated like this, said such vile things... Waaah... Poor Qianrong couldn't bear the torment of these words. Normally, she might have even raised her fist to teach the person who insulted her a lesson, but now... Waaah... Besides weak sobs, she couldn't offer any resistance.

The black man's thick fingers were once again inserted into Qianrong's anus, the tissue-wrapped fingers rotating inside the small hole, abusing and digging at the tender flesh, causing the poor, popular VJ's petite body to tremble uncomfortably.

Especially her two high-raised buttocks! A burning sensation spread throughout the popular female TV host's body, causing her delicate shoulders and slender waist to writhe restlessly, even making her mouth feel slightly dry. ...Waaah...Why is this happening? Why is this happening...Poor Qianrong hated everything, hated George and Danny, hated being helplessly tied up here, even hated her own body's reaction...Waaah...But she had no power to resist fate.

The black man's thick fingers repeatedly inserted into Qianrong's anus. With each thrust and withdrawal, the long fingers would sometimes be halfway inside, the rough movements stirring Qianrong's tender rectum causing a slight pain in her rear. But at the same time as that pain, when George's fingers left her anus, the thick fingers wrapped in a soiled tissue being pulled out of her anus, the tight, tender walls being squeezed by the fingers, the feeling of being pulled out...Ugh...It was that same arousing sensation in the popular female TV host! ...Ugh...Why? Why? Poor Qianrong lay on the carpet, her head turned to the side, sobbing uncontrollably. She hated her body—poor Qianrong never believed she was a woman with a high sex drive, much less a masochist who needed men to insult, whip, and torture her to achieve orgasm.

But now, she was being treated like this by these men, yet her body… Waaah…

Damn it, am I really a masochist? Waaah…

Between her large buttocks, the insertion and probing of fingers made the desire in Qianrong's heart rise uncontrollably. Her small, fragrant mouth, which was originally full of sweetness, even felt the dryness between her lips and teeth.

Poor Qianrong didn't want the two men to see her like this, but in reality, how could George and Danny, as experts in lust, not notice?

"Shit! I'm wiping your ass! And you're actually enjoying it yourself!"

The tall black man slapped Qianrong's fleshy buttocks again, "What a filthy bitch!"

…Waaah… Poor Qianrong wanted to shake her head, no! "I didn't!" she cried, trying to tell them she wasn't so despicable! But in reality, she didn't even have the strength to turn her head.

"Bitch! Slut! When you're in front of the TV, do you also think about every viewer coming up to fuck you?"

Waaah... No, I didn't... I... Waaah...

The white man and the black man talked back and forth, but they didn't care at all whether Qianrong was enjoying what she was going through. All they cared about was using torture to make Qianrong, who didn't want to experience any of this, suffer, watch her cry in pain, beg (of course, after the gag was removed from her mouth), watch her cry even more miserably because of the torture she was enduring, and let her wail and moan, which would only excite them more!

Chapter 12

Waaah... No, I didn't... I... Waaah...

Poor Qianrong cried helplessly, trying hard to shake her head to refute the two beasts' words. But the most tragic reality was that, no matter how unwilling she was, under George's probing, her body still acted like the lowest of sluts, uncontrollably swaying her hips, eagerly hoping that George would thrust harder into her anus, stirring her desire. Even her swollen vulva was overflowing with desire again.

"Shit, you're such a slut, you can't be cleaned no matter how much you wipe! Bitch!"

The black man wiping Qianrong's lower body back and forth, after noticing that the poor popular female VJ's vulva was overflowing again, spat on her bare back. ...Waaah...I didn't...how could I...Ugh...

Poor, this popular female VJ, who was always radiant in front of and behind the scenes, always presented a pure and innocent image, was completely powerless to face all of this. Between the tall black and white men, she knelt there in shame, her thin shoulders pressing down on her full breasts until they were almost flat. Her jade-like legs were curled up, and her plump, white buttocks, viewed from behind, looked like two halves of a peach, swaying uncontrollably under the black man's large hands. ...Waaah...I'm not a slut! No...Waaah...

Fortunately, this situation didn't last long before the black man stopped. "Shit! This bitch's ass is like a cesspool. Bitch! How much shit is in your ass?"

The black man continued to use his words, like a whip, to lash the body and mind of Qianrong, who always loved beauty and cleanliness...Waaah... Poor Qianrong couldn't refute him, and didn't even care whether what the black man said was true or false—in fact, the filth in Qianrong's anus couldn't be cleaned up because, in the instant she lost control of her bladder, she regained consciousness and clenched her sphincter, preventing the filth inside from flowing out.

Poor Qianrong was powerless to comprehend all of this, while George and Danny were even less inclined to care. The black man tossed the soiled tissue aside, temporarily got up, and went to pick up something else… Waaah… How could this be… But this sudden stop by the black man, which should have given Qianrong a moment to breathe, actually made the poor, popular VJ feel as if she had suddenly lost something. It seemed that without the black man probing her anus, something was missing. She even felt her high-raised buttocks trembling uncomfortably, like a shameless harlot, so much so that when the black man's large hand returned there, stroking the sensitive anal hairs near her anus, a strange, uneasy anticipation arose within her! "...No...No... Waaah..." Poor Qianrong silently pleaded and wept...

"Damn it, this bitch has almost shaved off her front hair, you can't see much, but there's still quite a bit of hair here! Look at all this! She's obviously the most despicable and slutty bitch! How come I didn't notice her earlier?"

The black man ignored Qianrong's slightly writhing white buttocks, and after returning, he used his large black hand to pluck the fine, stiff hairs near Qianrong's anus. His rough movements made Qianrong's body tremble violently. You, you are the real slut! Poor Qianrong was gagged and couldn't refute, she could only let them play with her. But in her heart, the feeling that she couldn't control, that made her wish she were dead, grew even stronger. ...Waaah... In the dark world, something cold suddenly touched her anus. Poor Qianrong's anus contracted sharply, she was startled! She didn't know what it was. But a moment later, she knew clearly!

That's a glass enema!

No! No!

In the darkness, poor Qianrong couldn't see, but having tried enemas before during sex, she immediately recognized what it was. The cold glass syringe's nozzle mercilessly squeezed the tight opening of her anus. The chilling sensation, the foreign object piercing inside, stimulated the hot anal flesh of the popular female VJ, making her body tremble, and her cleaned anus contracted violently.

"Haha! After this is done! I won't be afraid of any poop or pee left in your big ass! I guarantee you'll poop it all out in one go!"

the black man behind her shouted, the enema fluid in the glass tube being squeezed into the popular female VJ's tightly closed anus by the glass plunger.

No!

The sensation of a foreign object being injected into her anus stimulated the poor, popular female VJ's body. Qianrong screamed inwardly, her high-raised buttocks writhing restlessly again—in reality, this wasn't the first time Qianrong had experienced anal penetration during sex, so she wasn't particularly afraid of the sensation. On the contrary, always presenting herself as pure and innocent, she actually had a special anticipation for anal penetration during sex—the feeling of having her rectum filled with something, and after a period of waiting, that indescribable feeling, similar to an orgasm yet different, of the stuff squeezing inside her abdomen all gushing out of her body… Poor Qianrong knew all too well what that feeling was like.

In fact, she knew even more about anal penetration, and then anal sex… In her memory, Qianrong first learned of the existence of such things, that men and women could do this during sex, from her best friend in college. Even more so, her best friend told her that during anal sex, inserting a banana or a similar vibrating dildo into her vagina could give her heavenly pleasure!

It could be said that Qianrong had engaged in anal and vaginal sex frequently, even when she was with Chen Peter. However, no matter how much she enjoyed these forms of sex, it had to be entirely voluntary, not forced like this! The

poor, popular female VJ was pinned to the ground by Danny, her long, slender legs bent, her two large, white buttocks being gripped tightly by the white man's large hands, forcefully spreading apart. She wanted to resist and struggle, but in reality, she had no ability… Waaah… Anyway… anyway, it's only for a little while… Waaah… The poor, popular female VJ was powerless to resist what was happening, and could only willingly lie there, telling herself this.

Cold liquid, propelled by the metal booster, continuously poured into the popular female VJ's anus. The hot, tender flesh, stimulated by the liquid, tingled against the body of the popular female VJ… Ugh… The poor VJ trembled weakly. Although she had experienced the sensation of intestinal penetration countless times before, at this moment, poor Qianrong still couldn't help but tremble. She bit down hard on the gag in her mouth, enduring it, hoping it would pass quickly, even forgetting the even more terrifying fate that might await her after the intestinal penetration—these two perverts might make her defecate in front of them.

Poor Qianrong tried her best to endure the feeling of the intestinal fluid being injected into her rectum—in reality, the injected substance wasn't that much of a pressure on the popular VJ. In fact, Qianrong herself knew that the real horror, or rather, the ecstasy, was when she could defecate some time after the intestinal fluid was injected.

However, George and Danny weren't so easily satisfied.

"Wow! This big ass can hold a lot! Let's see if we can put in some more?"

After a large dose of enemas was injected, poor Qianrong thought it was all over, but then the black man said something that terrified her even more.

What? More! Under the black blindfold, her swollen, red eyes, previously hidden by darkness, suddenly widened.

The poor, popular VJ couldn't believe her ears. She wanted to ask, wanted to scream, but no sound came out. All she could feel was the coldness of the glass syringe head, which had just been warmed by her anus and then cooled down after being pulled out, as it plunged back into her rectum.

No! What are you doing! No! No!

The poor, popular VJ could no longer calm down. She screamed and struggled in terror.

But it was no use; she couldn't make a sound, and Danny held her down tightly. As large doses of intestinal fluid were injected into her anus again… “No… please, stop… please…” she cried out, begging, but it did nothing to stop the two demons from continuing.

“Hahaha~~~, another tube has been injected, looks like there’s still plenty more in this belly!”

The black man’s voice echoed in the room.

“Haha, try injecting a few more tubes! The more, the tighter, the tighter, the more fluid, the better!”

The white man’s voice also rang out behind her.

“No… no… please…” The black man and the white man, like mad beasts, continued to inject tube after tube of intestinal fluid into the poor popular female VJ’s anus. Poor Qianrong felt the pressure in her stomach increasing, cold sweat appearing on her forehead. The increasing external pressure and excess intestinal fluid gave her no time to breathe, creating waves of urgency, a twisting pain as if her intestines were turning inside out. Her already humiliated, fair body was covered in cold sweat—the sweat from her urinary tract disturbance hadn't even dried yet, and now, large amounts of sweat, like thick paste, were gushing from her body.

Poor Qianrong cried and screamed, straining her neck to the side. Even though Danny was pressing her shoulders and large breasts hard against the ground, she still managed to twist her large buttocks and slender waist. Her long legs kicked and pounded, creating large wrinkles in the carpet, even her long toes straining with all their might.

"No, no…please, I'll do anything you want, please, I can't take it anymore!"

In her memory, the first time she underwent intestinal surgery, her boyfriend was so gentle, afraid he might have gone too far, constantly asking if it hurt, if she felt any discomfort… But now… Waaah… Poor Qianrong cried desperately, kicking her legs with all her might, her slender red toes the only part of her body she could use, stomping hard on that damned carpet. No… no… Waaah… In a daze, poor Qianrong only felt the tubes of cold intestinal fluid being continuously injected, the feeling of her intestines being twisted and pulled growing more and more painful, as if these two demons were going to burst her intestines. …No… please… no… Waaah… The poor popular female VJ cried weakly.

“Wow! Another tube! Come on, let’s see if we can inject another one!”

Please! … Waaah… just kill me! ...A tearing pain shot through her stomach; the intestinal fluid bulged her intestines, making each segment swell to its limit, as if filled with foul gas.

It felt as if the fluid had flowed from her rectum into her stomach and then into her mouth. The poor, popular VJ cried, snot and mucus staining her cheeks, along with her black hair. Her once smooth abdomen quickly became taut and swollen from the continuous infusion of fluid.

And that damned white man kept squeezing and pressing on Qianrong's swollen belly, "Damn! This feels amazing!"

The excruciating pressure from his large hands felt like her abdomen was about to burst... Waaah... Poor Qianrong cried even harder... Waaah... No, no! ...

In the room, two perverts watched with amusement as the pitiful, popular female VJ was tortured to the point of wishing for death. They watched Qianrong struggle; it seemed she was crying out, but the gag prevented her from making a sound. Her snow-white body was covered in fragrant sweat, so much so that her fair neck no longer appeared white, but rather glistened with an oily sheen, resembling the fragrant neck of an Asian woman. Gusts of air rose from her throat, and the blue veins and tendons on her snow-white neck were visible from the force of her twisting her neck. Her slender fingers, like green onions, were deeply embedded in her palms. Her curled toes seemed to be using every ounce of strength in her bones, as if even the force in her throbbing buttocks and the tightness of her vagina was being used…

“Wow! Bitch, is it good?”

The tall white man suddenly grabbed the rubber rod inserted into Qianrong’s urethra and, at that moment, gripped it with his large hand and started stirring it!

God! Holy Mary!

In that instant, it felt as if a knife was being plunged into her urethra, coupled with the intense stimulation of something being continuously poured into her anus—not from her vagina and anus, but from her urethra and rectum, attacked from both ends! …God! …Ugh…

The poor popular female VJ tensed up suddenly, and sticky sweat gushed from every pore of her body like a spring. She forcefully arched her sweat-drenched neck back, and her eyes, hidden under the blindfold, rolled back.

You...you might as well just kill me...uh...

The moment the last tube of enema fluid was injected, the poor, popular female VJ almost lost consciousness, collapsing there as if she had fainted. Thick, sticky sweat continuously flowed from her naked, delicate body, wrapped in fishing line, as if she were only exhaling and not inhaling. Beneath her bare shoulders, her flat, swollen breasts, pressed together, and her bare back, tightly bound by the fishing line, rose and fell slightly, as if acting as the only living thing she was still alive.

At this moment, the poor, popular female VJ's lower abdomen resembled that of a woman six months pregnant, her once smooth belly now noticeably bulging—poor Qianrong, who had never been pregnant before and was very conscious of her figure, with not an ounce of fat on her lower abdomen, now looked like a pregnant woman with a swollen belly… Waaah… Poor Qianrong, at this point, didn't even have the strength to cry anymore, feeling as if a thousand elephants were charging and trampling inside her intestines.

Cold sweat covered her forehead, even soaking her long black hair. Her body alternated between hot and cold, uncontrollably sweating profusely. Her large, plump buttocks trembled uneasily, and it seemed that even her anus was leaking something.

"Slap!"

"If you dare to poop here, I'll make you lick it all clean!"

The tall black man gave her beautiful buttocks another heavy slap.

The poor, popular female VJ trembled again, almost losing control and nearly spitting out the contents of her anus! —In fact, although the unbearable urge to defecate was almost unbearable, feeling like it would erupt at any moment, poor Qianrong still tried her best to hold it in. It wasn't out of fear of the black men, but because of the pride and self-restraint that still lingered in her heart. She absolutely couldn't allow herself to defecate in public again in front of these people… Waaah… The poor, popular female VJ, terrified of expelling anything, quickly clenched her anus. She

was pitifully placed on the ground by the two foreign men, one of her long, slender pink legs bent, the other extended—the tip of her extended right leg, the smooth curve of her calf blending seamlessly with the back of her foot and toes—she wailed pitifully, her buttocks, which seemed to have become even larger after being filled with a large amount of intestinal fluid, sticking up in the air. Her swollen belly, like that of a pregnant woman, hung sadly on the ground. The urge to defecate was even stronger and more intense, especially since she was afraid of pressing on her stomach. In this situation, poor Qianrong had to try to straighten her slender back to prevent all the pressure from falling on her abdomen. ...Waaah... Poor Qianrong cried, her pale forehead propped up on the ground, her black hair cascading down like a waterfall, obscuring her beautiful face. Her swollen, red breasts, bound tightly by the fishing line, hung pitifully on her chest because of this position, the engorged nipples, also bound by the fishing line, rubbing sadly against the carpet. Her body trembled uncontrollably, causing a slight buzzing. This further tormented the poor, popular female VJ's mind and body.

Poor Qianrong felt like she was about to die; the intestinal fluid in her stomach churned constantly, as if large hands were pulling and squeezing her intestines back and forth... Waaah... She cried weakly, but where were the two foreigners? After the final step was completed, and he could finally enjoy the delicious meat, George took out a packet of white powder from his clothes. He poured it out on the table in the ward, cut it into pieces, and divided it evenly. He then used a rolled-up banknote to inhale it all into his nostrils.

"Hehe! What a fine piece of meat!"

The tall black man seemed possessed by a boxing champion—but what became enormous wasn't his fist, but his charcoal-like penis!

The black man, who disliked anal sex but particularly loved it, knelt down and used his hands to spread apart the poor, popular female VJ's large buttocks. He looked at Qianrong's anus, which was trembling and twitching slightly as if it had a life of its own, as she desperately needed to defecate. George showed no mercy, completely disregarding whether the poor Qianrong could bear it or not, and even as her stomach was filled with intestinal fluid, he directly inserted his enormous penis inside her.

God!

God!

The thick penis shoved into her tender anus, and with her belly already full, the sensation in that instant almost made Qianrong feel like she was one with four bodies again—all four holes in her body simultaneously spewed out fluid—the poor, popular VJ had completely forgotten about her posture, whether she was doing this in front of an open window, whether someone would see her; only instinct remained. She strained her long neck as if she wanted to break it, tilting her head back and screaming, "

No…no…let me go…Holy Mary…no…"

The tall Black man, in the most conquering pose for men and the most shameful rear-entry position for women, knelt behind the poor, popular female VJ. Between her two pale thighs, he thrust his enormous penis into her anus—the thick black penis forcefully penetrating her tender anal flesh. From the very beginning, the poor VJ couldn't bear it; she felt as if she were dying, going to meet God or Jesus. ...Ugh...God!

Poor Qianrong's snow-white body tensed to the extreme; she strained her neck. With the Black man's thrusting and pounding, it felt as if not only her anus was enduring endless violence, but even her fingers, toes, waist, and her breasts, trapped under her thin shoulders—her entire body was bearing the brunt of the Black man's massive, almost superhuman penis. ...Ugh...Ugh...

The poor, popular female VJ's body was a pale, naked white, fine beads of sweat covering her entire body from head to toe. That pale whiteness made it seem as if it weren't made of flesh and blood, but of the whitest plastic rubber. ...Ugh...

Beneath the black man's crotch, her pinkish-white, bound body thrashed violently forward like a mare being ridden. The poor, popular female VJ's eyes rolled back, the tender flesh of her anus constantly turning in and out as the huge penis penetrated. She bit down hard on the gag in her mouth, her black hair whipping with each thrust...Ugh...

Her naked white body heaved forward, she groaned and cried out weakly. The contents of her stomach, under the Black man's force, reacted even more violently, trying to break free—but were blocked by his enormous penis. The pain felt like a thousand forces tearing her intestines apart, which in turn further stimulated her anus, causing it to clench tightly, like the strongest elastic rubber gripping the Black man's large penis.

"Wow! Wow!" the Black man cried out, stimulating her with the tightness—just like the beastly way Danny had acted when he raped the popular female VJ. He felt the tightness of Qianrong's anus, combined with the tension in her body from being filled with something, further stimulating and tightening her anus. Having just taken drugs, the Black man felt as if his penis was being tightly bound by layers of hot, elastic rubber, gripped and stroked by a woman's soft hands. That deadly tightness felt like Qianrong's anus was a tiny mouth, forcefully sucking at his penis, extracting his semen! The urge to ejaculate surged through the black man's penis, and

he roared and screamed, as if the woman beneath him wasn't some popular female TV host, but a real galloping horse. He swung his hands hard, slapping Qianrong's plump buttocks.

"Bitch! Tighter! Tighter! Fuck! Fuck!"

...Ugh... Under the black man's large hands, the loud sounds of flesh slapping against flesh continued, and poor Qianrong's buttocks quickly turned red. But this pain was nothing compared to the pain of her anus being penetrated by the black man, as if it were being torn apart, and the pain of her belly being filled with something wanting to come out... Ugh... The poor popular female VJ bit down hard on the gag in her mouth, as if she wanted to crush it.

Thick beads of sweat seeped from her forehead and her smooth body like water being poured out. Her belly, already six months pregnant, round and swollen, was pressed down beneath her—if Qianrong's arms were free to support her body, she might feel much better now, but now… Waaah… God! I'm going to die! I'm going to die!

The thick, charcoal-like penis kept forcing its way through her pink anal flesh, thrusting forcefully into Qianrong's anus, as if trying to pierce her intestines and push its penis out of her mouth! The black man, already on drugs, seemed to have inexhaustible strength; his huge penis, like a sturdy drill, thrust into the popular female VJ's anus, enjoying the stimulation of the poor Qianrong's anus filled with intestinal fluid, the pulsating intestinal walls, even when squeezed so tightly, showing no sign of leaking out.

"Waaaaaah…"

The black man let out a comfortable groan, a low growl like a wild beast.

But in front of him, the poor, popular female VJ was like a real bitch, kneeling there with her long legs spread apart, her large, white, red buttocks raised, enduring his thrusts... Waaah... Let me die! Let me die! ...Poor Qianrong was tortured until her eyes rolled back, her mind seemed to have broken down, her fingers, painted with bright nail polish, clenched tightly. Saliva dripped from the corner of her lips, mingling with the already flowing fluid. She felt like she was about to die, die...

But, it wasn't over yet!

"Bitch! Let me have another good time!"

The white man, who had also taken drugs, shouted as he walked over.

The tall white man crouched down, grabbed Qianrong's hair, and pulled her up as if she weren't some public figure, a popular female VJ, or even someone he considered human... Poor Qianrong was dragged up by him, her head lifted. He crouched down, and amidst Qianrong's pitiful cries, he inserted his penis between her legs. He used his hands to pry open the flesh between Qianrong's legs, and thanks to the fishing line tied to her clitoris, he easily found the spot! ...

Amidst Qianrong's cries, her pitiful screams as if she were dying, the tall white man, pulling on the fishing line, found Qianrong's labia. With the help of the black man behind her, he spread Qianrong's long legs apart.

His shoulders pressed against Qianrong's breasts, which were tied into a bag-like shape, causing her excruciating pain. She shook her head, lowered her head, parted her purplish-red labia with her fingers, grabbed the fishing line, twisted the urethral plug, and pressed her swollen belly against his own.

"Shit! This big belly is such a hassle!"

With a loud shout, Danny thrust his thick penis into Qianrong's honey hole, gently rubbing against her warm, muddy labia, finding the right spot. With a forceful thrust, amidst the relentless thrusting of the black man, he shoved his penis deep into Qianrong's vagina! ...Ugh... At this moment, perhaps no words could describe Qianrong's current feelings. Both her front and back orifices were being penetrated by men's things at the same time, and her stomach was filled with intestinal fluid! ...I'm going to die! I'm really going to die! God! Virgin Mary...Ugh...I'm dying! I'm really going to die! ...Poor Qianrong opened her eyes wide, her pupils rolling back in a listless, lifeless way, devoid of even a trace of life. At this moment, she truly felt that she was about to die—even death would be better than this!

Large gushes of saliva flowed from her mouth as she desperately arched her neck back. The black man and the white man simultaneously thrust into her—the two men even stood up, allowing this sexually libido-bound popular VJ, who had never experienced being with two men at the same time, but certainly never before, with her stomach full of intestinal fluid, to experience the sensation of being attacked from both ends simultaneously... "Holy Mary! ...God... ugh..." She felt as if she were no longer on earth, but beside the Father in heaven.

The white man's thick, hard penis shoved into the popular VJ's honeyed hole, feeling that the burning honeyed hole was a hundred times tighter than the last time it had penetrated her. The sensation of penetration was like deflowering a virgin; it felt like being forcefully thrust in. It was as if his large penis was pressing against tender flesh, squeezing him so hard he was about to ejaculate, as if his shaft was about to snap. He thrust his hips forcefully, his already circumcised penis and glans gripping tightly against the fleshy walls. The friction and gripping of the glans against the hot flesh sent a shiver through his body, almost causing him to ejaculate prematurely!

"Fuck! Bitch! Is it good? Is it good?"

Seemingly to save face, or perhaps to prove he was better than the black man, the white man and the black man together lifted Qianrong's legs and plump buttocks, holding her delicate body between them. The white man thrust forward with all his might, his firm abdomen slamming against Qianrong's abdomen, which was filled with intestinal fluid. "Wow wow wow wow!" Each thrust sent him into ecstasy, his thick penis plunging back and forth in the popular female VJ's vagina, gripped tightly by the tight flesh...cough cough...uh...the powerful impacts even made the poor popular female VJ feel as if the fluid had passed through her stomach and surged up her throat.

The man's penis seemed to be piercing the woman's cunt, piercing her uterus, thrusting forcefully.

The popular female VJ's engorged lips, which could no longer close, gripped the man's large penis, the tender flesh at the entrance of her vagina constantly churning in and out... I'm dying! I'm really going to die... Ugh... The poor popular female VJ had completely lost her mind at this point. With a gag in her mouth, all she could think about was repeatedly moaning, "

I'm dying! I'm going to die! Ugh... God! ...Ugh... Virgin Mary... Ugh..."

The poor popular female VJ's breasts, tightly bound by fishing line, swayed with the rise and fall of her body. Her two engorged nipples, held firmly by the fishing line, became even more erect and droopy. Completely out of her mind, she spread her wide white legs, her toes curled inwards and spread to the sides, like a child urinating, making it easier for the white man in front of her to thrust his penis into her cunt. But because the Black man was also there, the white man's penis seemed unable to penetrate unimpeded, reaching the very end in one go—and the Black man was indeed the same.

"Wah wah! Wah wah!"

"Wah! Wah!"

The Black man and the white man roared and shouted as if they were competing, thrusting their hips and pounding into the popular female VJ's overflowing honey hole and anus filled with intestinal fluid... Ugh... I'm going to die... Ugh... I'm going to die... The thrusting sensation was like Tarzan, making the poor popular female VJ's mind filled with countless chaotic thoughts. She was completely unable to tell whether she couldn't bear the torment or was experiencing a painful yet pleasurable sensation, as if she were dying, as if her soul was flying to the heavens. ...I'm going to die! I'm going to die! ...The tall white man thrust in forcefully again and again, his firm abdomen colliding with the popular female VJ's lower abdomen, making a constant slapping sound. The black man held the popular female VJ's large buttocks and pinkish-white thighs at the juncture. Two foreigners, one in front and one behind, shared this beautiful flesh that countless men dreamed of tasting on television. Their thick penises thrust in and out of Qianrong's vagina and anus, enjoying the vagina and anus that countless men had fantasized about during masturbation. The two men's penises were separated by a thin slit of flesh, and almost every thrust brought them tightly together, feeling each other's presence.

"Wow! Wow! Wow!"

they shouted loudly, clearly competing, pushing, slamming, and thrusting with all their might. Their enormous penises completely disregarded Qianrong's limits, one aiming for her uterus, the other thrusting even more relentlessly. "...I'm dead...Mommy...Holy Mary...Ugh...I'm dead...I'm going to die..." Poor Qianrong rolled her eyes back, her usually bright eyes now looking lifeless—if the gag in her mouth were removed and the blindfold taken off, she might even look like the expression of an actress in a Japanese AV after orgasm!

She cried out in a daze, her beautiful body rising and falling with the movements of the two foreigners. The raging intestinal fluid in her stomach, being attacked from above and below by the two foreigners, even made a slight popping sound as her body rose and fell with her movements.

Poor Qianrong felt as if every pore on her body was about to explode, as if something could spray out from every pore...I'm dead...I'm going to die... "Wow! Wow!"

Finally, after countless thrusts from the black man and the white man, the two perverted men and the poor woman reached orgasm simultaneously!

"Ugh...ugh...ugh...ugh..."

In the darkness, poor Qianrong's body trembled violently, convulsing. Her outstretched feet were curled tightly at the toes, her entire body convulsing, shaking uncontrollably, tense. In that instant, the poor, popular VJ arched her neck high, resting her head on the black man's chest. With a violent contraction in her uterus, a thick stream of vaginal fluid, mixed with the unbearable intestinal fluid surging from deep within her anus, and the urine from her bladder, which had failed again, all rushed towards the exits of her three orifices. "

Ugh...ugh...ugh...ugh..." Poor Qianrong's eyes rolled back, her slender fingers clenched tightly behind her back, her beautiful nails digging into the flesh of the shaft. Her petite shoulders and body tensed to the extreme. In that instant, she felt as if her body had been torn apart. The simultaneous release from all three orifices gave her an unprecedented orgasm! However, this didn't end there. With her urethra blocked by a urethral plug, her vagina penetrated by a white man's large penis, and her anus by a black man's large penis, almost not a single drop of her gushing vaginal fluid, urine, and filth mixed with intestinal fluid flowed out of her body.

Ugh... the inability to ejaculate tormented the poor, popular female VJ. The relentless thrusting, unable to escape and returning, made her sensitive body experience orgasms for at least twice as long as normal.

Meanwhile, the black and white men, squeezed by the woman's vaginal fluid and intestinal fluid, could no longer control themselves and ejaculated almost simultaneously. In that thick, turbid fluid, one of them injected its scalding hot member into the uterus and deep rectum of this popular female VJ, a woman whose desire for unprotected sex was unattainable for countless men. ...Ugh...

After ejaculating! Both foreigners' penises softened slightly at the same time. Poor Qianrong rolled her eyes in the darkness, her body convulsing and tensing before collapsing weakly into the black man's arms, panting heavily. Her breasts, bound tightly with fishing line, were covered in sweat, hanging limply in front of her chest, full and glistening with oil, like the breasts of a goddess, rich and tender. Her beautiful toes, following the curve of her instep, surpassed the skill of the most beautiful sculptor, like the toes of a ballerina, extending with captivating curves.

Poor Qianrong leaned against the black man's body, breathing weakly. At the moment of her climax, the moment the white man and the black man's semen shot into her uterus, her mind went blank, utterly empty, as if she had died once. Now, still devoid of thought, perhaps deep in her blank mind, subconsciously, she thought it was all finally over… that these two devils could let her go.

But… oh… suddenly, a sharp pain shot through her nipples again. The white man, pulling on the fishing line tied to her nipples, forced the poor, popular VJ to straighten up again.

“Baby! It’s not over yet!”

Inside her, the two limp, hot penises seemed to magically swell up again, squeezing and filling the VJ’s two vaginas. …How, how could this be? …Ugh… In a daze, she felt the two men’s penises inside her, already erect again. Hearing the white man’s voice, the poor VJ’s heart trembled with despair. Her body trembled with indescribable fear. But her tightly bound breasts seemed to swell even more, and the nipples tied with the fishing line seemed to stand even more erect…

No! No! No! No!

In the darkness, Qianrong’s terrified screams pierced the silence of the night.

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