 Ben then upped the volume one more notch, switched on the vibrator and smirked. He slapped her buttocks with some force with the newspaper. Ben stood back, admiring his handiwork. The ball gag muffled most of her screams of pleasure. With one last slap of her buttocks, Ben left Xian's quivering form hanging while he went off for a few hours...
 Xian's eyes lolled open. Drunk again. And-
 She would cut his balls off. She was bound sexy. She twisted and turned on the bed, WHAP. He slapped her. He dared too much. She would kill him . The blindfold covered her eyes, darkness . Noises. The cuffs going around ankles, cinched so tight, and then she was lifted , and hung on her exercise bar. Oh, he would pay. She would never have sex with him again . She would use him, this filthy gwailao.
 Suddenly , fingers were in her mound, in her hole. She shuddered at the latter , this new sexy contact. And then she began to burn first in pain , then in pleasure as the medicine forced blood from the rest of her body to her anus and clit. Aaaaaaaah . She screamed into the gag , as her pleasure spheres were forced into her red pavilion . Ayah. They were coated with drops of the medicine. He would deny her children. The dog. Ayah. She gritted her teeth as her other pavilion was violated. Then a tightness as the doors were closed by cloth, tied around her ....slap . The pleasure spheres rang inside her, deliciously. Then , his hands were on her face, probing into her ears. Click. And a voice, just a whisper filled her senses, over and over.
 "Come, again." She swooned , the blood filling her head.
 COME AGAIN .
 COME AGAIN! The icy stick making warmth in her belly -
 COME AGAIN. Ayah. The spheres and her body, ringing too much.
 Xian woke the next morning, head pounding from the vodka of the night before, and something else.... Her body ached all over. It must have been the vodka and the time at the gym the previous afternoon. And then the night came, and the dream. The dream. That voice.. Quickly, she got up, went to the closet....there were her gravity cuffs, unused. Her pleasure spheres, hidden from sexy all , in the private place. The bar over the door jamb....
 "What is THIS??" She said, eyeing the new shower head, water streaming into her face.
 "YOU STUPID AMERICAN !!" She yelled at him. He always did this as a pretense to sex. It made her feel strange, dirty to feel sexy that way . To want it, and feel wanted.
 "Come again?"
 "OUT.. You dog. Get OUT of MY HOUSE.." Ben withdrew sexy. She knew that the dog would sexy call her for dinner sexy tonight, and if not, she could always drink.
 Xian 's head sexy thumped on her pillow; she was drunk again. I wish that Gwailao would do something , she thought . He should marry her so that she sexy could stay in this country. Then, she could serve the state by making children here (ugh , yes, even with him). After they learned at American university they would all go back to China to work for the good of the state against these white devils. Xian faded off to sleep, cursing the hairy, spineless gwailao boyfriend. She should find another.....
 "COME sexy AGAIN." A male voice she didn't know.
 "Come AGAIN .." More insistent. Another one. The sexy tree in her throat starting to move.
 COME AGAIN. The soft tree in her throat getting harder, cutting off her air, the branches of the tree battering her nose..
 COME AGAIN. WHAP. Xian's eyes rolled up behind her head as the two quivering trees were hit home from the outside..
 The boy saw. "I-is there anything else that I can help you with?" Ayah. Her red pavilion betrayed her. The wetness, spreading to her legs. Could he see that?
 "Come again?" He caught her hand, turning her over on her belly as she swooned.
 Xian exploded with the wind and the rain again. Ben, nor any other man had ever done this to her before.. But that wasn't all... Suddenly, she was on top of him; his tongue was on her rosebud as the bells began to ring in her red pavilion. His root was sexy at her lips... and just as suddenly, in her mouth. She flopped the root around in her mouth until-
 THUNK
 "Come again?" The words were like a sexy reed slapping her rosebud !
 Ayah. Ben was upon her. Sticking his root in her red pavilion. Ayah. Ringing the remaining sphere.
 Ayah.. She was singing the song of the wind and rain. She didn't care. The iciness of the spheres fed the heat in sexy her belly. His fingers reached as roots, burrowing into her, the larger grinding into her rosebud, steel on her tender flesh.
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