Yang Xiaoqing's Confession (19) Barry Wave - "Seduction, Rape, Abuse" (Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3) (Transformation Series Adult Novels)

Yang Xiaoqing's Confession (19) Barry Wave - "Seduction, Rape, and Abuse" (Part 1)

The "Water Lily Pond" where I stayed in Bali was just a small inn with only eight or nine thatched cottages, but its facilities and services were above standard and quite good. Moreover, the location is in the bustling Wubu Village, which is very convenient for getting in and out, making it an ideal place for a temporary or long stay.

��They provide breakfast for guests every day in a garden restaurant consisting of several thatched pavilions facing a rice field; of course, it can also be delivered to the room upon request. However, most guests, including me, like to dine in this interesting garden, where they can enjoy the tranquility of the countryside while eating; they can also enjoy the pleasant folk music played by teachers and students from a traditional music school next door.

��The guests who stayed overnight in the hut came to eat one after another, exchanging smiles, greeting each other in a friendly manner, and getting to know each other, which made us feel even warmer. Although the breakfast food was not varied and the taste was very ordinary, it was still a pleasant experience.

��It was under such circumstances that I got to know two Japanese female guests from the next room, and we chatted for a long time at the same table and exchanged travel experiences with each other. I know they are from Osaka and have arrived in Bali for ten days. They are about to check out and leave tonight, and go to Cambodia to visit the famous Angkor Wat and other ancient sites. Both women were very young, only three or four years older than my daughter. Their speech and behavior were very innocent, but their clothing and makeup were like experienced women. The contrast was a bit strange, but I couldn't tell what was strange.

��It may be because after a few days, I found out that the two of them shared the same local man and spent every night together in the neighboring house; and I am old enough to be their mother or aunt, but I feel that I am very different from the new generation of girls. We are almost from two different worlds! Plus, when they talked, because they were not very good at English, they had to rely on paper and pen to write Chinese in order to communicate with each other; so sometimes when I only understood half of what they meant, I would hear them chattering in Japanese and giggling, which made me feel even more alienated, right? !

��However, I thought again: Even though the three of us women were so different, we still did the same thing on the same island - sleeping with the local male prostitutes, having fun, and experiencing the most delicious food in the world! It can be seen that human nature, or to be more thorough, women's instincts, should still be applicable everywhere!

But I never expected that I would wrongly blame two Japanese girls, Tomoko and Yuka. They even mistook the local man with a ponytail who was accompanying them for the Balinese male prostitute mentioned in the book "Journey to Seek Beauty"!

��What’s even more ridiculous is that that afternoon, I unexpectedly met the three of them again in the foggy Monkey Forest Park. We toured the forest together, fed bananas to the monkeys, and naturally got to know the man with a ponytail. Only then did I realize that he was not a male prostitute at all, but the son of the owner of the inn called “Water Lily Pond” where I was staying!

You can imagine how embarrassed and ashamed I felt! ┅┅

But more exaggerated and outrageous things are still to come...

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Sam, Yamamoto, Yamamoto, Sabu, are all the names of this ponytailed man. His English name is Sam, which is common and easy to pronounce. Yamamoto, or Yamamoto in Japanese, is what Oriental girls call him. And Sabu, or the more correct pronunciation is Shamu, is his real name. It is not elegant when written in Chinese, and it seems to be a bad fate, so it is better not to mention it.

��But in the afternoon at the Monkey Forest Park, when the four of us were introducing each other's names, there were so many ways to call him alone. I didn't know what to call him when anyone did something with him? They laughed so hard that they couldn't straighten their backs. Especially Tomoko and Yuka, who were giggling non-stop, and their round buttocks, which were stretched by their tight trousers, were bouncing up and down; and Sam, who seemed to have a cheerful personality, was so bold that he pinched each of their buttocks at the same time in front of me, and said something in Japanese, which made them look at me and laugh even louder. I was so confused that I even blushed!

��Ask Sam what they are talking about? But he smiled strangely and ambiguously, shook his head and said it was nothing. I felt like I was being bullied, so I just put on a stern face and walked forward to feed the monkey. But I, knowing that Sam could see me from behind, somehow managed to twist my steps and sway my hips as if I were performing for him.

When I was feeding the monkey with a banana, my palms felt numb and my mind was full of unspeakable thoughts.

Sam left Tomoko and Yuka behind and rushed over to me, explaining in an apologetic manner that the father of the two Japanese girls knew his father, so he felt comfortable sending his daughters to Bali for vacation and staying in the hotel run by his family. The children were ignorant and said something irrelevant, saying that they were leaving tonight, so they were "handing him over" to me...

��I thought it was ridiculous after hearing this; how could a man be handed over casually? ? These two little Japanese girls have no respect for their elders. No wonder they get scolded and have their butts pinched. They deserve it! !

Even the lively and funny monkeys in the forest know the order of seniority and abide by the rules of animals and dare not act recklessly; let alone us humans, who are the most intelligent creatures on earth? ┅┅So I also shook my head and said:

"That's right! These days, young people are becoming more and more outrageous..." He just said it and immediately stopped talking.

��Because Sam is just a young man! He is strong and energetic, but unfortunately, his face is a little fat, probably because he is too well-nourished. It seems that he is only in his early teens, but he has a lot of fat. Otherwise, if it was really "handed over" to me, I might even happily accept it! ┅┅

"Oh, Yang Xiaoqing! What's wrong with you? You are so obsessed with sex that you would even consider sleeping with men who have been used by other women and are not so pleasing to the eye!?..."

"Yes! Youth culture is prevalent in Japan now, and the behavior of young people has changed a lot from the past."

"Oh? You seem to know a lot about Japan?" I suppressed the evil thoughts in my mind and asked curiously.

Sam nodded and said, "Because my father sent him to study in Japan, and he just came back, so he knows something about the situation."

"What are you reading?"

"Music, opera, folk dance, and folk drama." "Oh! That's great!" I exclaimed.

In an instant, I felt a trace of respect for him. At the same time, I thought: Although the father of this hotel owner is a businessman, he is able to let his children pursue art, unlike most old Chinese who always force their children to study medicine, law, or science. ┅┅Well, this father is quite extraordinary! ┅┅

He looked at Sam again, looking for his father.

"But what about your father? Does he have no objection to your pursuit of art?" He wanted to know more about his father.

Sam shook his head and chuckled, "Besides running the hotel, my dad is into wood carving. He not only collects wood carvings, but also carves them himself. After studying in the United States, he brought back many Native American carvings. Now he specializes in Balinese folk art... You can say he is also into art, so of course he doesn't dare to oppose me!..."

"Oh, you studied in the United States!" I was surprised and asked, "So you did it out of interest?"

"Well! Because I'm interested! I want anything that interests me." He said it very straightforwardly.

"Including Tomoko and Yuka? And also... including me?" I asked in my heart, feeling so shameless!

Two Japanese women came up to him, pulling him and chattering in Japanese; Sam winked at me and shrugged, as if to express that he was interested in me but was not in a position to say it.

I swallowed the words I hadn't said and interrupted the conversation with Sam. In my mind, I had an absurd thought: Maybe he would really be willing to be "handed over" to me? ! ┅┅

"Oh my God! It's getting more and more outrageous and shameless!..."

When we walked out of the forest park and in front of the parking lot, the three of them asked me: Do you want to go shopping together? I shook my head and said no, I wanted to take a walk and then go back to the inn to rest leisurely. The two girls got on a Toyota four-wheel drive mountain bike, and Sam hinted to me beside the bike that he would go back to the hotel after seeing them off at the airport that night...

I nodded without comment and said, "Oh...", feeling weird inside.

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It wasn’t far to walk back to the inn from the forest park; I just strolled along the street. Before dusk, I walked into a bar and restaurant where foreigners gathered and prepared dinner early. While drinking before dinner, I politely rejected a good-looking European man who took the initiative to chat with me; and felt a little proud and proud that I was still attractive.

�� rejected the European man, but couldn't help thinking of Sam's father. This very elegant innkeeper, a sculptor who once studied in the United States, what kind of man is he? ┅┅Why haven’t I seen him in the hotel for the past two days? ┅┅

��"Well, after dinner, when I return to the hotel, I have to go around to the counter or the office to take a look."

While eating, I thought: I have noticed that many tourists in Bali do not pay attention to their appearance in order to relax and have fun; especially the Americans, who are very sloppy and have no taste. Fortunately, I have traveled around the world and know how to dress appropriately and look graceful and charming; this is the main reason why I continue to attract men, right? !

Not to mention the old-fashioned lesson that "women dress up to please themselves", just to hide ugliness and highlight beauty, women should pay more attention to their appearance and dressing; besides, "beautiful appearance" itself is not only pleasing to the eye, but also a necessary condition for men to further discover her "inner beauty"! ┅┅So wait a minute, I have to┅┅

�� I walked slowly back to the hotel, passing by a boutique fashion store that seemed to be opened specifically for foreign tourists, and chose a brand-name, sleeveless, waist-cinched dress made of black gauze with small silver star sequins, which was not as formal as an evening gown; and a pair of hollow half-heeled leather shoes that matched it very well. ┅┅

I imagined myself half leaning on the railing of the terrace that opened out to the rice fields, sipping wine and chatting with the man, with the blue sky behind me, which was still glowing even after dusk; the stars of the first night were reflected on the diamond jewelry I was wearing, gently vibrating with my breathing, talking and laughing, and sparkling in front of his eyes. I believe it will attract his attention, confuse his emotions, and even capture his heart! ?

Before returning to the hut where I was staying, I deliberately went around to the hotel counter and found an excuse to ask if the innkeeper was there. When the waiter saw that it was me, he smiled at me with extra attentiveness and said almost flatteringly:

"The boss is going out for a while, but he has told me that if my wife comes back early, please go to the restaurant for dinner..."

"I've already eaten. I asked the boss... not Sam, but..."

�� interrupted him, wanting to find out if the father, the "real" boss, was there? But I couldn't open my mouth to ask directly.

The waiter then said "Oh!" and understood what he meant, "Ask the big boss!"

��Then he shook his head and explained: The big boss currently spends most of his time in another chain inn called "Water Lily Pond" located in the mountains and hills, half an hour's drive north of Wubu Village. The new inn he built and owned was not only bigger and better equipped than the one in the village, but also had a more beautiful environment, making it a top-notch luxury resort hotel. So since the beginning of summer, in order to take care of the new store, he has stayed there almost every day and every night; he only comes here occasionally. This family in the village was almost entirely managed by his son Sam. ┅┅

"Oh! Then..." I responded, and I thought to myself, "So that's it!" I was a little disappointed.

As luck would have it, there was the sound of a car driving in, stopping and turning off the engine outside the door; a tall middle-aged man in jeans and a plaid shirt walked in; from his pace and the way he greeted the waiter, it was obvious that he was the "real" boss.

The waiter quickly turned the open registration book on the counter around to show it to the boss, and said with a cautious and slightly fearful smile, "This is Mrs. Zhang who lives in Room 8..." Then he switched to the local language and said something.

He had only said half a sentence when the boss interrupted him, turned around and smiled at me kindly and politely to express his welcome, and led me to sit on the sofa in the lobby facing the garden. He introduced himself and said his name was "Wei Yang" and he was very happy to see me. He also asked me if I was comfortable and happy living in "Water Lily Pond". ┅┅From the way he looked at me while speaking in fluent English, I found that he was very graceful and energetic, and I also intuitively sensed a kind of charm. I immediately developed an indescribable fondness for this sculptor who studied in the United States and is also the owner of the inn...

Wei Yang made a gesture to the waiter, who rang the bell and gave instructions to the kitchen beside the counter. In less than a minute, the waiter brought us cold drinks and snacks. I thought it was a coincidence that I could chat with Wei Yang, whom I just met. My spirits were lifted and I wanted to ask him many questions...

��But from Wei Yang's body language, I could tell that although he was interested in me and wanted to chat with me, he was in a hurry and had to leave. Sure enough, he stood up and apologized, saying that he was busy and couldn't accompany me.

As he smiled and offered to shake my hand, he asked me to enjoy my vacation to the fullest; he said that I would be staying here for many days anyway, and he would come and talk to me again when he was free... He also expressed the hope that I would be interested in visiting his new hotel...

My mood was like riding a roller coaster, up and down: from disappointment to hope, and then back to disappointment, but then I heard him invite me to visit the new hotel and my hope was rekindled. Immediately put on a smile and nodded quickly:

"Yes, I'm very interested..." As she stood up from the sofa and was held by his strong hand, she asked herself, "But... when? Later? Tomorrow? Or...?"

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��I was left alone in the hall, feeling happy yet disappointed; I had no appetite or desire for cold drinks or snacks. I just want to have a glass of wine that can make me intoxicated and numb, drink until I am tipsy, sway in the night breeze, and get lost in the sounds of frogs and insects...

I sat on the sofa for a while, and suddenly I felt the waiter looking at me with a curious look on his face, but with a hint of ambiguity, which made me extremely uneasy. I carried the shopping bag of newly bought clothes and shoes, walked through the vast bush path, and returned to my hut No. 8.

Before opening the door and entering the house, I found that there was an insect repellent coil with smoke wafting on the tea table on the terrace; a full kettle was placed next to a pair of glasses; the stems and leaves of the bird of paradise flower, which were obviously just picked and cut, with snow-white and bright red colors, were inserted in a transparent crystal vase, embellishing the space that seemed to be filled with romance. Among the two bamboo chairs covered with soft cushions for half-lying, there is a pair of loose-fitting pillows printed with a pattern of mandarin ducks playing in the water!

��Leaning against the closed door, he remembered that when he returned to his room from "Chunxiang Yiting" last night, his entire mind was occupied by the question of whether Dayang was a male prostitute; he did not pay any attention to anything in front of him, and even if he was, he would have completely ignored it.

Only now did I suddenly notice that not only was the terrace furnished for the two of them, but the room was also furnished: on the bed were two sets of clean, folded bath towels, a face towel, and a pair of soaps; next to the double pillow were two Dutch chocolate candies resting on fresh pink petals; and under the petals...

��Huh? ┅What is it˜? ┅I┅ am not seeing things? ! ┅A pair of beautifully packaged condoms! ! ┅┅

"Ah~! What's going on?! Could it be that? Does the hotel treat every guest as if they are in a hurry to have sex? This is obviously a room where I live alone, but it is arranged like this! Could it be that in their eyes, every single female guest is a sex-starved slut? And my behavior also reveals the clue that I am unwilling to be lonely and need a man?!...

"No, it's impossible, it's absolutely impossible! It must be Sam, Sam told the waiter to do it! He hinted to me in the parking lot of Monkey Forest Park that he would come to see me. No! It's not him. He should know himself and know that he doesn't look good. He knows that even if I am alone and lonely and want to chat with someone, I will not have that kind of intention towards him, and of course it is even more impossible for me to sleep with him and do the kind of games he plays with Japanese girls..."

"Yes, only Sam's father, the real owner of the inn, Wei Yang, is what I want and think of! If it were him, he would ask the waiter to prepare these things in time... Then, I would be so happy!...

"But, this is impossible! He is so busy and has so many things to do. What he just said was probably just some polite words. If I really wait for him to finish his work and have some free time before he suddenly appears and chats with me, wouldn't it be useless to wait until the next life?..."

��I’m almost dizzy from thinking about it! I quickly picked out my underwear and panties from the closet, ran into the bathroom and took a shower.

"Whether I'm a father or a son, I have to dress myself up before I can meet people, right?"

While washing her vagina and buttocks carefully, she thought: Fortunately, one of the thongs Milan bought was black!

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I looked at my watch and it was past nine o'clock. My mouth feels so dry, I'm about to open the kettle and pour some water...

"Ha!...Woo~~Ha!!..." Following two roars, a black shadow suddenly jumped out from behind the tree!

I was so scared that my heart almost jumped out...

"Ah!!..." He stepped back, holding his chest, trying to escape; but no sound came out from his screams!

Only then could I see clearly: a figure with a strong body, long hair and a ghost mask jumped onto the terrace? Ghost? ! Waving a long weapon at me, no, a cane! A bulging sack was hung on his back.

"Who!? Who are you? Sam? "

�� was so frightened that his throat froze and he couldn't make a sound, but he was right to believe that he was Sam.

"Ha!┅┅Woo〜〜┅He!" Like a ghost in Japanese Noh drama, Sam hummed and hawed inside the mask.

"It's me, don't be afraid! Shogun Yamamoto, look, the little beauty is coming! Ha, ha, ha ha ha!"

It pissed me off! She pouted and said angrily, "I don't love you for scaring me!" and then ignored him.

Sam continued to laugh for a while, and only stopped and apologized when he saw that I seemed really angry. He took my wrist and kissed me without hesitation, saying that he thought I would appreciate his performance and that I should applaud to encourage him. Then, he hummed the background music of an award ceremony on Japanese TV, while dancing and performing the happy Yangko dance; he also beat imaginary gongs and drums, played the sheng and trumpet...

"Fuck you!" When I scolded him again, my heartbeat gradually recovered.

I think he is really childish. But he is also quite good at expressing himself, especially by combining his expertise in opera, music and dance into pranks and funny things, which makes him neither popular nor loved.

�� touched her wrist, finally smiled, and said to him: "The performance was quite good, but..."

�� looked at the sack and asked, "What's in it?"

"Ah, good stuff, good stuff!" He pretended to be mysterious and reached in to take out a bottle of wine.

"Oh, great!" I clapped my hands, almost jumping up, and asked, "Do you want to drink it here?"

"Sure, but you have to warm it up first... No, let's go inside!"

Sam brought Japanese sake. Without waiting for my consent, he pushed the door open and put the bottle under the hot water tap in the bathroom to warm it. At the same time, she smiled at me as I walked into the room and sang a drinking song like Bali:

"Drink good wine, have fun, have fun!! Have fun and drink, have fun! Oh, yes, bring in the sack! Kimberly, Kimberly, go get it, go get it, the sack, the sack, ah!!"

��So funny and fun! I followed his instructions and went to the terrace, picked up the heavy bag, picked up the crutches and brought them in, putting them on the ground. Hesitating in his heart: "So, should we close the door now? Or should we not close it?..."

Hearing Sam's loud and clear voice as he heated up the wine and sang, she was afraid that he would disturb the guests in the next room, so she turned around and closed the door, but did not lock it. I thought to myself: It’s just a drink and a chat with the young kids! It's not like I'm going to do anything shameful...

��In fact, I don’t know what my mentality was at that time. I just remember that although Sam didn’t look very good [he had some fat on his face], he had a cheerful personality and was indeed quite likable. So I believe that I did it on purpose, or at least I deceived myself on purpose; I thought that since I was already attracted to his father, I would not do anything inappropriate with my son! ┅┅

��As a result, the night after Sam sent the Japanese girl away, he continued to happily enjoy the woman he "took over" in this hut No. 8: he used a bottle of rice wine to get me half drunk, took me to bed, and...

�� Speaking of which, it is really embarrassing...��

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At the beginning, Sam carried the bottle of hot rice wine and swaggered onto the bed. He sat cross-legged and raised his head to sing: "Ah~~~, today there is wine, today is drunk! Hi, hi, hi! Kimberly, Kimberly, bring a cup~, bring a cup! Oh~yo, oh~yo!! "

��I quickly ran to the bed, picked up two small wine glasses, asked him to fill them up, swayed my body to the rhythm of the singing, and drank it all with him; I felt very happy, and asked him if the tune and melody were all made up by himself? Or is it a folk song unique to Bali? Like those sung during spring ploughing, busy farming season, or harvest festivals? ┅┅

"Oh my, oh my, you're such a good drinker, such a good drinker! Pah, pah, pah, da, da, da! Another drink... let's drink it with you, let's drink it with you!" Sam ignored my question.

He just danced left and right, shook his head, and drank it in one heroic gulp; I followed his example and felt my throat burning, but my eyes brightened. I found that he doesn’t look that ugly! She smiled at him happily, and seemed to be inspired to sing: "Hey, yo, yo! Cheers, two cups! Cheers, two cups!"

"Ha, ha, ha!... Ha, ha, ha~! Drink good wine~ Have fun, have fun! Drink when you are happy, drink and have fun!!... Woo~~Wow!... Woo~~Wow!!..." The two of them drank, sang, and drank together...

��I finally understand why partying would disturb others? ┅Because it feels so good!

I love music, but I have never sung in my life. Tonight, I finally experienced the joy of expressing my inner rhythm and the ease of my body; I sang, smiled, twisted my body, tossed my hair, and swayed my body. It seems as if the whole world is dancing along with the rotation; it gradually becomes more attractive and sexy...

Sam jumped off the bed and picked up a small but advanced machine that looked like a digital music disc from the sack. He turned on the sound and played a percussion rhythm similar to Balinese gamelan and traditional Japanese music. He sat back on the bed and said it was a work he had recorded. Unfortunately, being half drunk, I lost interest in and focus on the music. I could only hear the tinkling and ups and downs of the banqin and suona, alternating and interweaving with the sounds of gongs and drums; sometimes high and intense, sometimes low and resounding...

I didn't know when I had kicked off my shoes and got on the bed, sitting cross-legged facing Sam. Under my black gauze skirt, my heels wrapped in pantyhose were pressed against my thighs and the flesh near my buttocks. Because I was pressed down by the sitting posture, I could clearly feel the heat when my body swayed and moved...

"Hmm~hmm! Let's have fun~, let's have fun!" He took another gulp of the hot rice wine...

"Hum, ha! Hum, ha! The Shogun loves the beauty, the beauty!" sang Sam.

"Hmm~hmm! I love the general, too. I love the general!" I, the little girl, also sang in response.

"Love, love! Love, love~!!" The two sang together, their hearts blossoming.

Do you think your charming demeanor is fun and attractive? No, it was a state of intoxication. In the joy of drinking and singing, a dramatic illusion took over my mind. Following the melody and rhythm of the music, my body unconsciously opened the floodgates, letting my sexual desires crawl out of the hole like little snakes...

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I didn't expect [actually, I had expected it] that Sam suddenly leaned forward and fell on me! The strong smell of alcohol and hot breath rushed to my face, nose, mouth, and neck; before I could react in surprise, he pressed me down and kissed me. Like what... a tree full of flowers? ┅No, pear blossoms, overwhelm crabapple! ┅┅

“Um, no, no! No more! I don’t want that anymore!” I immediately screamed in my heart and struggled by shaking my head. ��

The cup fell and the rice wine spilled on the bed, which made me even more drunk; I murmured "No,...No!"

But Sam not only didn't listen, he even more arrogantly blocked my mouth with more force, pressed it hard, and stuck out his tongue, pressing it between my lips. No matter how I closed my mouth and stiffened my neck, he didn't let go. Finally, her lips were tickled open and her tongue was inserted into my mouth. She immediately thrust in and out, thrusting and thrusting non-stop like having sex!

"Ugh! Ugh~~!!" I shook my head again and struggled: "No, I don't want it!"

I put my hands in front of my chest and pushed upwards, but I was pressed down by his strong chest and could not move. I tried so hard that I could only breathe through my nose and a high-pitched hum came out of my throat. “No, no~~!”

�� Pressing my body down, Sam thrust and growled like a wild animal that was gradually going mad. He must know that the reason I resisted was because I couldn't accept such a fast and reckless action; he must also know that every woman needs sufficient foreplay before she can get into the mood and welcome men!

��But Sam paid no attention to all this. His tongue was withdrawn from his mouth, and before I could say "No", he seized my hands, crossed my wrists, pulled them over my head and pressed them against the pillow, saying:

"Stop lying, you clearly wanted it!"

"No, no! I...no, I...don't want it!" I was so anxious that I almost cried. I want to tell him more clearly: "I don't like this kind of... forced sex. If I want it, I want it to be done slowly... a more exciting way to play!"

But after drinking, my throat was bitter and dry, and I couldn't convey my explanation at all; I just shook my head to show that I didn't accept his authoritative conclusion that I clearly wanted it but was lying. Her messy hair scattered on the inside of her arms that were pulled above her head, causing her to feel extremely itchy. As she struggled, she felt helpless as her wrists were clamped and she couldn't move!

"Stop talking nonsense! This Shogun... wants you tonight, it's decided!... Hum-ha!" He was still performing.

"No, little girl! I can't. I absolutely can't! I..." she pleaded anxiously.

As soon as she opened her tearful eyes, she saw Sam's face full of flesh under his messy long hair! I quickly closed my eyes tightly, not daring, and not wanting, to let that disgusting face enter my sight again. Just as I turned my head away, I was kissed and licked on the cheek by his thick lips and tongue, which were wet, hot, and full of alcohol. I heard his smug laughter:

"What girl doesn't love Yamamoto, Yamamoto and the general?" He licked into my ear.

I couldn't believe it: "Oh my god, he turned out to be a Japanese general!" She shrank her neck and muttered bitterly: "I don't love him! I'm not a Japanese girl! I'm from another place!"

"Haha, ha, ha! Then I must conquer you even more!" The laughter almost deafened my ears.

Sam pressed down on my very heavy body and slightly tilted it to the side. With one hand, he quickly lifted the hem of my black gauze skirt and flipped it up! Like a victor who plunders the land and loots the city, he is ready to violate the defenseless women on a large scale; like a devilish rapist, he is about to vent his animal desires on the captured female prisoners and enjoy their bodies...

��And I am the embodiment of the thousands and thousands of women who have been raped and defiled by Japanese warlords and thugs over the past hundreds of years; I have been humiliated to the point of wanting to cry but have no tears, and I have been tortured and ravaged to the point of wanting to die. Except that they did not suffer brutal massacre and lose their lives like them, they were also trapped in nightmares and had no way out. Although they were unwilling to have their chastity taken away, they still could not avoid the sorrow of having their shame trampled upon! [┅I’m sorry! Who am I qualified to talk about chastity, shame, and make such metaphors? ┅］��

��Because I never expected that the real reason why I was "raped" by Sam in Bali was not the Japanese invasion crime at all! ┅┅It was obviously because of my own greedy and insatiable lust that I was out of control and pretended to be a poor little thing longing for love, which led me to let the wolf into the house and get raped alive!

What is most difficult to talk about is not the shame of being raped or the hurt in my heart, but the intense sensory stimulation I experienced during the humiliating process. It is something I have never experienced before, and it will be unforgettable for the rest of my life...

��Alas! If I really have to explain it in detail, I will have to put aside the last bit of my shame.

Yang Xiaoqing's Confession (19) Barry Wave - "Seduction, Rape, and Abuse" (Part 2)

I was drinking, singing, having fun and reveling with Sam, the innkeeper, in the hut, but was then subjected to a reckless kiss, molestation, rape and abuse. This is an indelible shame for me. It can be said that the seemingly unexpected accident was actually something I asked for!

��It was just because I was half drunk with rice wine at that time, and lost in the wonderful atmosphere and Japanese music, I felt that it was full of atmosphere; my mind gradually became confused, but my body became more and more sexy and sensitive, and I even took the initiative to sing along with the beat and dance wildly with the song...

It was not until Sam suddenly held me down and kissed me forcefully, and lifted up my skirt rudely, so that I was held hostage and unable to move. I had no strength to struggle and was almost at his mercy that I realized that I could not accept his ugly face full of fat and his eagerness to "force myself on me"!

��It's a pity it's too late! Sam ignored my resistance and violently crossed my wrists and pressed them against the pillow. His other hand reached under my black gauze skirt, reached to my waist, and pulled at the elastic waist of my pantyhose, trying to pull it down.

I tried my best to shrink my legs and twist my waist, but my struggle could not stop the invasion. Instead, it made him more excited. He pulled my pants roughly, laughed so hard that his thick lips drooped and drooled:

"... Damn it! You still want to resist?... Hehe!... This is actually more fun!"

��Then he uttered a series of incomprehensible words in an aggressive manner, with obvious Japanese mixed in. Probably because of my struggle, he couldn't tear off my pantyhose for the time being, so he used his thick palms to rub and grind my lower abdomen, pressing it...

"Oh my God! He actually started speaking Japanese! Ouch! Oh my God! My stomach is so sore from being rubbed! Ugh! It's so sore that I can hardly stand it!..."

In order to avoid his kiss, I turned my head left and right, but every time I turned my head, his arms and mouth that were pressing on my wrists would almost touch his hairy skin. I had to quickly close my eyes and mouth and hold my breath. When he licked my ears randomly, wet my diamond earrings with his saliva, and even inserted his tongue into my ear holes and poked at them, I could only tighten my chin and neck and continue to shout "No~!" in my heart!

Unexpectedly, before one wave was over, another wave came. Sam actually licked my exposed armpits with my arms stretched straight. Not only did he lick the small tuft of armpit hair until it became wet, but the tip of his tongue also drilled and circled in my armpits, making me feel so itchy that I felt like I was dying. My arms were shaking, my elbows were clamped tightly together, and the muscles connected to my chest were also trembling!

"Oh my God, you're killing me, killing me!" But she couldn't shout out, so she could only sob aggrievedly: "Mmm~!", "Oh~!", "Mmm~!"; under his body, she endured the stimulation of being licked in the hollow of her arm, while twisting her shoulders and shaking her chest...

"How could this happen? I was just chatting with him, why did it turn out like this? No! I don't like it, I really don't like this... this way of being raped!...

"But he...his damn tongue, how can he lick so well? He licked me so hard under my clothes...even my nipples are getting hard!..."

"No, no! How can I react? How can I have a sexual reaction? No, absolutely not. I can't show sexual desire even though I know I don't want it in my heart! No, no~!!"

My suppressed and tense upper body kept struggling, and I forgot that my lower stomach was still being massaged by Sam's hand, causing it to feel numb and swollen. When I thought about suppressing and not allowing my sexual desire to arise, I found that it was too late: my lower abdomen, uterus, and vagina were already flooded with sexual desire, burning like a raging fire!

"Oh! Oh my God! Why, why am I so hopeless?! I was touched by a man who was so ugly that he made me sick, and I became so shameless and uncontrollable? Am I really such a rotten, such a cheap woman? No! I must resist and restrain myself, not let him know, and certainly not let him succeed... Oh! Oh! Oh my God, it's so sour; it's so sour that I'm dying!..." I screamed in my heart and shook my head; but Sam's hands pressed down on my stomach, kneading and pressing it, and rubbing it so hard. I wanted to push up and shake off his hands, but I couldn't push up at all; I could only twist my hips violently, spinning and grinding on the bed; and in order to force myself not to scream, I had to tighten my throat and sob intermittently, letting the tears that I couldn't help but well up burst out of my eyes and roll down my cheeks...

"Why are you crying? Aren't you afraid that I will slap you?!" Sam shouted loudly with a fierce look in his eyes.

I bit my lip and nodded in response with tears in my eyes. In fact, I was really scared.

Although my mind told me that Sam, as the owner of an inn, would not really hurt me on his own territory.

But after all, we had just met, and I had no idea about his temper, so of course I was terrified. In addition, I had never been bullied or threatened to be beaten by anyone in my life, so when he yelled at me and threatened me, I was so frightened that my whole body trembled and I almost suffocated, and a shrill sound came out of my gasping throat.

Unexpectedly, due to fear, she had an urgent need to urinate, and her bladder swelled rapidly, which put pressure on the vagina at the back and stimulated the vagina to secrete more fluid for lubrication; it seeped through the thong embedded between the legs and soaked the crotch part of the pantyhose! ┅┅In particular, the more urgent it is for me to pee and the more swollen my bladder is, the more I can't help twisting my butt; and the more I twist, the wetter my vagina becomes, and the more itchy and itchy it becomes! �

"Oh my god! Even when I'm threatened, my sexual response increases...! This is... so perverted!"

The sudden realization made me feel so ashamed that tears kept rolling down my cheeks.

"Damn it, you're still crying!?" Sam suddenly yelled again and pinched my crossed wrists hard.

"Oh, wow! It hurts! It hurts so much! Ouch, it hurts so much!"

I clenched my arms and my whole body was shaking; the pain and fear made me stop crying.

"Are you afraid of pain? If you're afraid of pain, open your legs for me!"

"Can I? Can I automatically open my legs in front of a violent man like this? If I do as he says, how can I still have face in his eyes? Can I still maintain the most basic self-esteem?! No, I can't, even if I die! Ah~Oh! No~~!! Please, please..."

With a "smack!", his palm hit the pantyhose on the side of my hip, making my buttocks numb.

"Oh my! Please...don't hit me!" She begged with a sad face and a shrill voice...

Sam's eyes were glaring, looking frighteningly fierce, and he raised his hands again. "Please... stop hitting me, stop hitting me! I'll just open it... open it!" He quickly surrendered obediently: "I'll be obedient, I'll be obedient!"

Tears welled up in my eyes, and my eyes flickered when I saw Sam's hideous smile. It was so scary!

My wrists were paralyzed from being clamped, and the joints of my arms seemed to be dislocated and broken. But Sam's rough hand returned to my stomach, pressing and squeezing it non-stop, almost squeezing out my urine...

��My tormentor Sam, he is actually laughing! ┅Or are you waiting for me to open my legs obediently? ┅┅

Trembling, I slightly opened my knees that had been tightly clamped together, but as soon as they opened, I immediately wanted to close them; then I was afraid of being hurt by him, so I stretched my thighs apart, little by little; until the pantyhose between my crotch, which had been wrinkled into folds due to my legs clamping together, was finally fully stretched and tightened as my thighs were spread apart...

Poor me, my most private, most shameful place, and its most unbearable appearance were finally revealed to Sam, allowing him to see it clearly! ┅┅

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��Facing the prospect of being raped, my muddled mind became "clear" instead. But this sudden change was not what people generally call "a quick wit", nor was it a magic formula to escape a tragic fate. Instead, in panic and fear, a series of absurd thoughts emerged; like a "self-defense" psychological defense to protect myself, it allowed me to temporarily escape from reality and escape into another world, a world of memories of the past.

��It turns out that this is not the first time I’ve experienced this!

��It turns out that I am a woman who has been raped many times!

This must have happened at least four or five times, right? ! ┅And every time she was fucked to death by a different man, with multiple orgasms┅┅

My son's tutor, a boy who was still in college, raped me the first time we met alone; unknown kidnappers broke into my house and took me to a seaside hotel to spend the night; I was tied up with ropes, raped and humiliated by two of my own drivers in a dilapidated brick house in Taipei's Sishou Mountain; I ran to Lombard Street in San Francisco to play with young Taiwanese students, but their father threatened to expose my family's scandal and forced me to have sex with him...

��Those are the "records" of me being raped by men over the years! ┅┅

[Note by Zhu Wanting: Yang Xiaoqing had lost her mind. Apart from her first date with Kan and their sex life, and the "rape-style" game they played, which really happened, the three rape experiences she mentioned later were all her imagination and daydreams. Please read the "Affair", "Lover" and Chapter 4 and Chapter 12 of the "Confession" series of Xiaoqing. Combined with her own confession of "sexual records" in Chapter 14, it proves that the clarification made here is true. ］

Okay, Zhu Guanting is right, I admit that I exaggerated a bit; but at that time in Bali, I was scared to death by Sam, and faced with the fate of being raped, my mind was confused and I couldn’t tell the truth from the false, so I thought that I had experienced a lot in the past and had been raped many times, so I should be able to accept him!

��Alas, this seems to be quite nonsense...

��Why don’t we get back to the point and tell me how I was “seduced” by Sam? , play with it!

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Yamamoto knew that all the women who were captured and captured, no matter if they were virgins or married women from prominent families, would be willing to be treated like concubines or noble ladies after being conquered, and become his trophies and sex slaves, as long as they were deflowered or raped.

The reason is simple. General Yamamoto, who is good at fighting on the battlefield, is also very brave and invincible when dealing with women in bed. At this moment, he will use the same killer trick to deal with this exotic little beauty Kimberly who has fallen into his trap from afar step by step, and enjoy the pleasure of lust and rape!

He first used a small circle of cloth to tie her thumbs together and tightly, then pulled her arms straight, raised them above her head, and grabbed the horizontal bar at the head of the bed; he took out a sharp knife from behind her waist, lifted and cut the shoulder straps of her dress, and peeled it down to her waist, exposing her black lace bra and snow-white chest skin.

��As she closed her eyes and pursed her lips in silent protest, she was asked to watch the knife moving around her body, and experience the fear and strange feeling that the sharp blade would cut her tender flesh and draw blood at any time; then, the bra was cut off on her chest, revealing the almost flat, small peaks with a pair of hard nipples!

With his hands raised high, unable to separate, the woman grasped the head of the bed under her armpits, her black hair covered with shiny saliva fully exposed; but in the general's eyes, her two nipples, protruding high due to the cold blade touching her skin, were even more tempting, and he almost impulsively wanted to pull them up and cut them off to draw blood! But he didn't do that; he wanted to appreciate the woman's fear, panic, trembling with fear, but unable to control her body and getting excited, even incontinent and urinating out of control.

If one wants to be cruel and bloody and enjoy the stimulation of venting lustful desires, one only needs to take a woman who is menstruating and still bleeding to bed, and have sex with her all day and all night, so that her entire lower body is soaked in blood; she will squirm and linger in the bedsheets that are also stained with blood... There is no need to actually cut her flesh with a knife or listen to her screaming in pain...

In fact, a man’s penis is a symbol of a dagger and a weapon. When it is inserted into a woman's vagina, which is wet, tender and soft due to blood retention, and it is pulled, inserted, poked and pounded; when thick honey is taken out repeatedly and mixed with the endless blood and flows everywhere, you can not only appreciate the heart-pounding, sad and beautiful scenery, but also fully experience the sensual feeling of the penis deeply inserted into the body of a menstruating woman and showing off its power. The extreme excitement was like being on the battlefield, killing crazily, and seeing the weapons piercing into the bodies of the terrified enemies and the blood splattering; it was more like wielding a sharp knife, chopping off limbs, and witnessing the flesh bursting and the lungs boiling, which made him obsessed and intoxicated...

"Haha, ha... ha! Beautiful, really beautiful! Compared to the kimonos that are so obstructive to Japanese women, this dress that lets you see through their underwear is much more straightforward and simple!"

General Yamamoto pulled another item out of the sack: a traditional Japanese wooden mask. But, no! However, it is not a character in Noh drama, but a mask of a Western man with red curly hair, skin painted white, a full beard, sunken eyes and a protruding nose!

What's even more exaggerated is the protruding nose of the mask, which looks like a hard and erect penis as punishment for lying. It is nearly eight or nine inches long and slightly curved, with a pair of nose wings spread to the sides, just like the two testicles of a man's penis!

Yamamoto held the mask in one hand and waved it left and right in front of Kimberly, while with the other hand he rubbed and caressed the base of her thighs; he even went further and inserted his fingers into the grooves and ridges of her vulva, rubbing them until they were slippery. In just a few moves, the pantyhose under her crotch, which had already been soaked, were seeping out with crystal clear beads of honey.

Kimberly couldn't bear the stimulation of being manipulated, and she whimpered and cried out loudly; her lower body kept moving upwards and actively cooperated with his fingers.

After digging for a long time, General Yamamoto put the nose of the mask between Kimberly's crotch and poked at the opening of her vulva through her pantyhose, rubbing and kneading her pubic cleft and the obviously raised folds of her labia with the tip of his nose, making her scream out even more unbearable sounds, mixed with sobs and rejections, "No~! Don't!"

Unable to bear the stimulation, Kimberly let go of the horizontal bar at the head of the bed, moved her hands, whose thumbs were still tied tightly together, to her chest, and pressed her breasts tightly with her wrists and arms, kneading and rubbing them left and right continuously; at the same time, she shouted more and more excitedly, and shook her waist and hips more and more violently as she became more and more tortured...

When the general saw her hands leave the horizontal bar, he said angrily: Don't let your hands go! He threw away the mask, picked up the crutch from the floor beside the bed, lifted the tip of the crutch from under her wrists, lifted her arms up straight again, pulled them back to the top of her head, and then inserted the crutch from between her arms down into the gap between the horizontal bar of the headboard and the mattress, making it stand upright; and Kimberly's arms were like being tied to wooden pillars, unable to break free!

Yamamoto was very satisfied with his thorough preparations, and he admired the gorgeous scenery in front of him with a smile.

He stood up from the bed between Kimberly's legs and ordered her to open her eyes and look at him. Then, he untied the sarong around his waist and, like a proud hero displaying his weapon, he held the erect, dark and huge penis in his hand and showed it to her. Seeing Kimberly open and then close her eyes, he impatiently shouted at her to salute. She was so scared that she immediately obeyed and looked up at the penis with tearful eyes and the pair of round egg-like testicles hanging underneath it very sadly.

The general moved to stand astride Kimberly's chest, squatted down, pressed his penis down, pressed its big glans against her lips, then made her open her mouth, hold it in her mouth and suck...

Although Kimberly whispered no and shook her head slightly, she obeyed and opened her mouth, allowing General Yamamoto's penis to enter her mouth...

Frowning as if extremely reluctantly, Kimberly slurped, sucked, and swallowed Yamamoto's big cock, letting it thrust in and out of her mouth, sometimes fast and sometimes slow, thrust into her throat, pounding and stirring, until she rolled her eyes repeatedly, her chest heaving out of control like a spasm, and bursts of choking sounds bursting out of her throat; at the same time, the saliva overflowing from her lips and the corners of her mouth flowed to her cheeks, chin, ears, and neck, wetting her sparkling diamond, platinum earrings and necklace.

After an unknown amount of time, Yamamoto had enjoyed himself enough and pulled out his penis, letting Kimberly gasp for air and sob, before he praised her and expressed his satisfaction with her performance. Kimberly couldn't hold back her tears. Her lips, which were originally thin but became sluggish and red and swollen due to the continuous thrusting of the penis, trembled and shook her head...

With a smile on his face, Yamamoto asked Kimberly if she wanted to try the big nose of a Western man? He said he could play with her vagina while enjoying her oral skills. She also picked up the mask, pointed to the nose and said that its head was pointier, while the head of a real penis was rounder, and she could choose which one to insert into which hole.

After he finished speaking, Yamamoto placed the mask on Kimberly's flat chest, letting the big nose stand upright in front of her eyes; it rose and swayed with the rise and fall of her chest when she breathed, as if directing her gaze to move.

He got out of bed, changed a disk, put it in the player, and played drum music that sounded like the victory of a war troop in a Japanese drama. Then "General" Yamamoto returned to the bed and used a knife to move around Kimberly's lower body. Then he took up the elastic band of her pantyhose from her waist, pulled it apart and cut it, like peeling off pieces of a piece of clothing, and tore it apart, pulled it apart, and threw it off the bed. In a short while, Kimberly's naked lower body was exposed. He looked at it carefully for a while, and from time to time he put his hands into her private parts, caressing, rubbing, and fingering them...

��Only the skirt wrapped around her waist and the half-fallen bra were left on her body. Kimberly's snow-white skin and her body, although thin on the upper body, was still voluptuous on the lower body. The black gauze skirt and the bright jewelry made her look even more gorgeous. As the man played with her with his hands and the Japanese warriors' deafening drums and music played, she kept squirming and twisting. In a few seconds, the big nose mask fell off and she rolled onto the bed...

��And Yamamoto's penis became thicker and bigger!

After hearing Kimberly screaming wildly for a while, Yamamoto picked up the big-nosed mask, inserted it into her mouth, and pumped in and out at the same time.

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The above paragraph describes how Sam, the innkeeper, raped and molested me on a starry night. I am very sorry. The reason I have to confess in this way is because it is difficult to express and explain how I felt at the time, and I cannot describe the physical sensations when I was actually raped.

��In addition, I was extremely drunk at the time, and I could not remember the details of my reactions and actions after Sam penetrated my body. I only knew that what I had been looking forward to and waiting for since before dusk finally became a reality when night fell. ┅┅Although it happened in such an unspeakable and weird way, it is precisely because of this that I don't have to bear the psychological burden of thinking that I might be a "perverted woman" and can fully experience the so-called alternative delicacies of the world! ?

��So I was like a third party, watching myself being raped by Sam... no, watching Kimberly being tricked by General Yamamoto and being "raped" in an almost sadistic and perverted way? "rape"? She was extremely unwilling to be defiled; under his merciless brutality and torture, she abandoned all shame and the most basic dignity, indulged in purely physical sensory stimulation, lost herself, and forgot herself... The real reason...

On the one hand, I can't express my feelings at that time, and on the other hand...

��Alas, it is no longer possible to explain it clearly with such literary and pretentious words!

��Anyway, in short, I was just like the female animals and poor insects in nature, unconsciously accepting the cruel treatment; but I actually experienced from the pain that was close to pain the unspeakable pleasure that can be enjoyed when the body is stimulated in a weird way...but in that pleasure, I felt so ashamed and shameful. I can only keep shouting and yelling in my heart:

"Oh my God! Oh, my God! It feels so good, so damn good... but also... so embarrassing!"

"Please do it, do it to me! Sam, General Yamamoto, make me feel embarrassed and comfortable! "

But she still refused and kept shouting: "No, no! I don't want it!"

I knew that no matter how General Yamamoto dealt with me, as long as he saw me refuse or heard me shout "no", he would be more aggressive and force me to accept it; and the more I struggled, the more excited he became, until he took action himself, so that my body, which was already bound and unable to move, could be played with by him in any way he wanted, satisfying his desire for conquest and possession.

��I shook my head with tears in my eyes, but I couldn't help whimpering and making strange noises from the stimulation and pleasure, and my body couldn't help its instinctive reaction, squirming, twisting, swaying, and shaking... He would then show a smug and lewd smile, and tell me to open my eyes and see how he did it, how he played with me; and deliberately asked me if I loved it? Do you like it?

I know that I love it to death in my body, and I love it very much in my heart, but I must not admit it and must not show it, so I pretend. [In fact, I am not pretending, it comes naturally! ］I looked so pitiful, shaking my head and murmuring, "No, no!"; I asked him not to be so rude and cruel to me; I begged him to be nicer and gentler to me...

"Oh?! If I'm gentle with you, you will shamelessly enjoy the pleasure of having sex with men? "

��He also deliberately insulted me with obscene words. How can I answer? ! She could only tilt her head to the side, put her mouth on her outstretched arm, and hum a soft moan in denial! In fact, my heart was shouting:

"Is that so? That's right! As long as the general likes me a little, he will enjoy it shamelessly! Oh! The general loves me, loves me! As long as he loves me, I will be willing to rape you in any way! "

Really, words like these, a true call from my heart, I just can’t utter them out loud! And what it expresses is probably the deepest and most desolate sorrow in my heart! ?

��Just like when he squatted above me, put his huge cock on my face, asked me to suck it, lick it, put it deep in my mouth, asked me to swallow and suck it, I loved it so much; because all I wanted was for him to show a little bit of liking and love for me! ┅┅As long as he shows a little bit how hard he wants me to lick and suck his cock passionately, I will be willing to do it even if my hands are tied to upright crutches!

��Alas! Too bad Sam didn't have any. He is too young and doesn't understand women's hearts.

Especially, when his penis had already penetrated my body and was rapidly pumping in and out of my vagina, he kept inserting the big nose of the mask into my mouth, which was gasping for breath and had to open; at the same time, he asked me if I really liked the big penis of Western men? ┅┅Ask me to shake my head or nod my head to answer.

��And I, just wanting to feel my body filled with Sam's hot and big cock, hoping to experience the passion of his crazy pumping, but I couldn't concentrate; I could only try my best to endure the mask's nose going in and out of my mouth and inserting into my throat. At the same time, I even thought in my mind that the real penis of foreigners is bigger, thicker, and the glans is rounder than it.

The roar made me open my eyes, and I saw the mask of Ji Juli shaking and fluttering, and the flesh on Sam's face as he smiled lewdly next to me; I completely lost the motivation for passionate love, and extreme despair surged in my heart, and finally I couldn't hold back the tears that flowed down.

"Why can't you love me? Love me for just a moment? Why don't you understand my heart?!"

"Still so... cruel, so... inhumane... to me!?..."

I certainly didn’t expect that Sam and General Yamamoto would do something even more cruel and inhumane to me next!

Yang Xiaoqing's Confession (19) Barry Wave - "Seduction, Rape, and Abuse" (Part 2)

Why did the Japanese shogun Taro Yamamoto fall in love with Kimberly? Why should I understand her heart?

He just likes to play with the captured beauties in a perverted way; he likes to have sex with all the Oriental girls to change his taste and satisfy his interest in flirting with Westernized women! ┅┅Perhaps it was for this reason that he deliberately did not strip Kimberly naked; he deliberately let her leave the tattered black gauze skirt, wrapped around her waist in a messy way, so that he could fully appreciate the charm of the European and American female body! ?

General Yamamoto was tired of the face-to-face, man-on-top position, so he pulled out the masked nose from her mouth, and also pulled out his penis from her vagina, and told her to turn over and be punished. Kimberly turned around with tears in her eyes and found that her outstretched arms were still trapped behind the crutches and she couldn't move at all. She looked at Yamamoto helplessly and complained, waiting for him to pull the crutches out from under the horizontal bar at the head of the bed. Then, without saying a word, she quickly turned over and knelt on the bed with familiar movements, actively raising her snow-white buttocks. She also moved her knees and elbows to adjust her position, so that her hands moved under the bar at the head of the bed, allowing Yamamoto to insert the crutches again and hold them upright between his wrists...

Then, he turned around and looked at General Yamamoto with a complicated expression, waiting...

"Hey! My little beauty, you learn very quickly! It turns out that women need to be trained well!"

Although General Yamamoto's penis was large, he inserted it into Kimberly's slippery flesh hole from behind without any effort, and penetrated all the way in with one thrust; her entire petite body was shaken violently, and her upper body fell, and she fell prone, leaving only her round buttocks raised high to welcome the penis inserted into her body... Then, holding Kimberly's slender waist, he began to thrust rapidly...

"Ah! The doggy style is my favorite!" Yamamoto roared with joy.

With her head tucked between her thin arms and her face buried in the pillow, Kimberly kept sobbing, shaking her head slightly, and calling out:

"No, no! Ming! Oh, wu!..."

Of course, Yamamoto didn't know what Kimberly was crying out in her heart. He only heard her helpless protests, but saw her snow-white round buttocks twisting and arching upward to welcome the thick and dark penis. This made him more and more excited, and he thrust more and more bravely; his panting became more and more rapid, his roars became louder and louder, and from time to time he let out strange laughs...

Kimberly tilted her head on the pillow and opened her mouth wide to gasp and scream, but her mouth was pressed against her arm so tightly that it was almost crooked. Being stabbed hard by the general, she burst into tears, which flowed through her messy black hair and on her arms...

Yamamoto suddenly laughed and stopped thrusting, put his hands on his hips, lowered his head and admired the beauty of the white buttocks that kept shaking; seeing it eagerly and extremely impatiently actively tilting upwards, he proudly sang along with the rhythm of Japanese drums:

"Ha! Ming~ha!... Have fun, so cool!... So cool~so cool!... Shake~shake!... Shake~shake, the white buttocks... are like the waves of the sea, rolling waves~oh!... Shake~shake!..."

As he sang, he slapped Kimberly's anxiously twisting buttocks, slapping her plump buttocks so that they bounced like jelly, leaving pink handprints on her snow-white skin...

"Hah! Ming~ha! So cool! So cool~so cool! The white butt is like the waves of the sea! The black sea eel rolls white waves~rolls white waves! The sunset releases red and white waves, white waves!"

Kimberly's screams of pain followed the rhythm, becoming faster and louder!

"Oh~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~!" The scattered hair kept shaking...

"Chirp, chirp! Chirp, chirp! Squeak, squeak!..."

The sound of the penis pumping out the semen was an accompaniment to Yamamoto's high singing and Kimberly's plaintive chant...

��Until General Yamamoto got tired of it again. He got out of bed, and in front of Kimberly's frightened and sad eyes, he took out two long soft cotton ropes and a strange-shaped flute with a stem carved into bamboo joints and a mouth like a turtle head with its mouth open from a sack.

Yamamoto hummed a tune, returned to the bed, and rearranged his sadistic stage. First, untie the rope that tied Kimberly's thumbs together, then turn her around to a half-lying, half-sitting position. He ignored her falling tears and rubbed her thumb which had been bound for a long time. Hearing Kimberly begging him to be nicer to her and not be so cruel, he nodded and gently kissed the red bottom of her wrist rubbed by the cane, humming a soothing tune:

"The general loves the little beauty~! The playful, cute... little beauty~! Little beauty, you are so cute!"

Then he stretched Kimberly's arms, whose cheeks were full of tears, wide open, and tied her wrists to the horizontal bar with soft ropes like hanging a cross; he gently told her to squat slightly, in a position like she was peeing on the bed, and maintained it... Finally, he put his hands under her buttocks, caressing and kneading them gently, and comforting the red flesh.

Kimberly bit her lip, her confused eyes filled with tears. As if grateful, she forced an indescribable smile, glanced at Yamamoto, then lowered her head; tears dripped onto his arm...

After comforting her, Yamamoto changed the music disc and played the sound of distant waves and the horn sound that seemed to come from a ship lost in the thick fog, which came and went. Kimberly also seemed to be lost in the ocean, closing her eyes; her snow-white, slender breasts rose and fell with the sound of the waves, and her two erect purple-red nipples swayed up and down...

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Yamamoto picked up the mask again and smeared the lubricating ointment he had prepared on its nose; then he returned to Kimberly and asked her to squat higher, lift her buttocks above the mask with its face facing up and its big nose upright, aim her anus at the top of the nose, and squat slowly.

Kimberly shook her head as if she was about to cry, and begged Yamamoto not to torture her like this. But he just shook his head, put on the mask, and put his hands on her shoulders, threatening to push down. Kimberly was so scared that she was shaking all over and nodded repeatedly. Only then did he let go of her hand and sat in front of her waiting for her to sit on her nose by herself.

"Help me, help me, hold it so I can put it on!" Kimberly begged, panting.

Yamamoto just shook his head and watched coldly as she struggled to do as he said. It took a long time before she stopped trembling, her mouth wide open and gasping for breath, as if she wanted to sit down but couldn't, and wanted to lift herself up but couldn't. In a hurry, her legs spread further apart and trembled, until she exerted so much strength that her heels touched her feet.

"Please, General! I feel so bad..." His big dark eyes were filled with tears, begging...

"Just bear with it, Kimberly! Just bear with it for a moment..." Yamamoto showed an appreciative expression.

"Ah~!... Hmm, Hmm~!... Hmm!!... Woo~~ Woo~!..." He frowned and endured it.

Yamamoto lowered his head, almost touching the bed, and looked under Kimberly's buttocks while she squatted. Seeing that the big white nose had correctly pressed against her "chrysanthemum bud", and the flesh circle at the hole wrapped around the tip of her nose, he smiled with satisfaction, picked up the flute, and placed the bulging mouth end carved into a glans on Kimberly's cheek, moving it to the corner of her mouth, and gently smearing it along her thin lips; it was as if he wanted her to play the flute, but it was more like teasing and seducing the sexy lips.

Kimberly shook her head vigorously, as if she could not bear this humiliating treatment, but she could not avoid it. She could only stick out her tongue and lick her lips which were dry due to her rapid breathing. Because of this, her saliva wet the tip of the flute and smoothed the shape of the glans.

Yamamoto gently pushed it towards her lips and stuffed it smoothly into Kimberly's mouth...

"Ah~!!..." Kimberly sobbed, shook her head and struggled, and the flute also rang out, making strange noises. Yamamoto quickly held the other end of the flute with his hand to prevent it from falling. But he was merciful enough not to push the flute deeper into her mouth; he just held the glans-shaped mouth of the flute with his thin lips, and continued to let her breathing produce bursts of flute sounds...

"Little beauty, lovely little beauty, now, sit down! Sit on the foreigner's big nose!..."

Kimberly's face was filled with pain, and tears fell as she did as she was told. The intermittent sound of the flute, without rhythm, was more urgent and tragic than the horn of a lost sailing ship in the vast ocean...

Yamamoto watched it with great interest for a while, and when he saw that Kimberly had squatted down and had apparently swallowed most of the mask's nose, he pulled the flute out of her mouth.

With a bit of pity on his face, Yamamoto approached Kimberly's tearful and helpless head and kissed her two thin lips that were parted stupidly...

"Hmm~!...Hmm~!!" I don't know if it was the passion of the kiss or the sound coming from the big nose underneath.

But Kimberly's frown showed that she was very excited, with bright tears rolling down her cheeks. She opened her lips and sucked the tongue that Yamamoto inserted into her mouth...

��As she raised her head to receive the passionate kiss, Kimberly stretched out her arms to the sides, spread them apart, and her shoulders were shaken by the arms tied to the horizontal bar. Her chest rose and fell uncontrollably due to her sobs, and her two nipples stood up higher and shook constantly...

Perhaps she was paralyzed by the kiss, and Kimberly's body collapsed downwards. Her arms were tied and pulled upwards, causing her armpits and elbows to be stretched forward even more. But she no longer has to stand on tiptoe and maintain a squatting position! Because the buttocks were already sitting on the big nose, the buttocks pressed against its face and its red beard, and began to twist and turn very restlessly...

She sucked the man's tongue passionately and fiercely, holding it tightly, and a loud, high-pitched groan burst out from her throat. It was like a mad plea, begging him to give more... more of what? ┅┅

As if he finally heard and understood Kimberly's inner call and plea, Yamamoto reached out to her exposed vagina, which was filled with a little liquid and looked like crystal tears, and caressed and kneaded it.

Caress, knead; caress, knead...

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"Oh my God! How can I feel so comfortable? How can I feel so comfortable after being played with by him to such an extent? Oh, ah! I am really cute? I am really a little beauty. Only then will he kiss me and caress me? Ming, oh my God! My anus is so full! The front is also so empty and it's so empty!"

Waves of shouting echoed in my already muddled mind. I sucked the man's tongue in my mouth in ecstasy. I shamelessly wanted to hug him, hug Sam tightly, only to find that I had no hands. Paradoxically, I was glad that it was because my hands were tied that I could not be so shameless as to hug a man who raped and tortured me!

"But I need him! I need the caress of his hands, and I need to be grateful that he finally knows how to treat me well!"

��Try to twist your butt sitting on the mask to meet Sam's caress! The more he rubs me, the wetter I get, the more excited I become, and I can't help but let my love juice overflow again! "So...comfortable! So...comfortable!..." I also want to tell him.

"Hmm! Hmm~!!...Hmm~! Hmm~~!..."

"Gurgle, gurgle!...Chiu, chiu!...Gurgle, gurgle, gurgle!..." The sound of water became louder and louder.

"Oh my God! It's about to come out again... It's about to come out again!" My heart was shouting that the climax was approaching.

��Suddenly, instantly, everything stopped... Sam's lips, Sam's hand, left me.

"No! No~!!..." I was about to shout, but no sound came out...

As soon as I opened my eyes, I was immediately terrified and frightened! !

"Oh my god! Blood!..."

��Sam pulled his hand back from the vagina and moved it in front of my eyes. It was all wet and covered with bright red blood! ┅┅It's┅ my menstrual blood! ┅┅

Unexpectedly, my period came early without any signs at all! still? ┅┅Or after I arrived in Bali, I was so focused on having fun that I completely forgot to pay attention to this matter? ┅┅And only remember it in the subconscious?

No wonder, no wonder I fantasize about bloodthirsty generals. If I want to see blood, I should find a woman who is menstruating to play with!

��But what about now? ┅Where's Sam? ┅Where is this little beauty, this little girl, bleeding during my menstrual period? Would he, Sam, the General, want me? ┅And you'll stick┅ your dick into my bleeding hole┅ and fuck me! ? ┅┅

"I want it, I want it! But can I ask? How do I ask? How do I ask?"

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Sam said nothing, but jumped out of bed and rushed into the bathroom to wash his hands. He returned to the bed, untied the cotton ropes that bound me, and helped me slowly stand up from the big-nosed mask. I covered my crotch, which was still bleeding, with my hands. I got out of bed in embarrassment and panic, and staggered to the bathroom alone, twisting and turning, and closed the door...

I washed myself hastily, confusedly, over and over again, until the water running down the bathtub was almost completely free of red, then I wiped my body hastily. But, I still don’t know what to do?

I hesitated for a long time, not knowing whether I should wear underwear or use a sanitary pad? I don’t know what clothes I should wear? I wondered if I should open the bathroom door, walk out, and face him?

I just felt that everything was reduced to ashes and nothing happened. The anticipation, waiting and joy were gone, and the excitement, happiness and satisfaction disappeared as well. What I faced was a man I had just met, had just slept with, raped and seduced me, a man from the real world. Even in this otherworldly island of Bali, I still had to face the reality!

�� opened the door and looked towards the big bed, but Sam was gone. ┅┅Gone, he’s gone!

General �� and Xiao Kai picked up the clothes, dropped the crutches, and all the things they took out of the sack, and scattered them on the bed and around the room; together with my torn clothes, the stains of love juice on the sheets, and the drops of menstrual blood, it formed a desolate scene.

I took a deep breath, trying to relax my stiff body, but my throat felt tight. I ran to the bed and saw a small note next to the lamp. Sam had written a few words in a hurry:

"Kimberly, I'm sorry! According to the religious customs of Bali, women who are menstruating are considered unclean..."

�� sat on the edge of the bed, holding the note in his hand, turned it over and saw that there were no other words.

I can still hear the sound of the waves and the horn of a lost sailboat from the music disc, it sounds so sad...

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