As the performance began, a policewoman wearing a butterfly mask rushed onto the stage. Standing 180 cm tall, she was dressed in a formal police uniform: a sky-blue jacket, a sky-blue skirt that fell just below the knees, thick black leggings, and a pair of nearly flat-heeled women's leather shoes.
"You're under arrest, stop running! Surrender now!" The female police officer held a pistol, cornering the three suspects in an alleyway set. These three were Wang Sen's subordinates from the photo studio.
"Don't shoot, let's talk this out, Officer. We won't run," the three said, crouching against the wall with their hands raised in surrender.
"That's more like it," the officer replied, pulling out handcuffs as she approached. Just as she cuffed the left hand of the leader, the cowboy-clad man suddenly lashed out, spinning around to kick her to the ground. As she reached for her gun, the man with the center-parted hair pinned her hand and kicked the weapon aside. But the officer, with years of military merit and training, was no pushover. She twisted her body, using her exceptionally long legs to lock tightly around the cowboy's neck while pinning down the center-parted man with both hands.
"What are you waiting for? Help!" the cowboy roared. The photographer nearby snapped out of his daze and rushed toward the officer, wrapping his arms around her waist. Instantly, the four were tangled in a fierce struggle.
"What's this?" The cowboy pulled a pink remote control from the officer's uniform pocket and pressed the button. Immediately, the officer's body went limp, trembling uncontrollably.
The three quickly broke free from her grip and pinned her against the wall. "So this is what the model police officer is really like?" The cowboy yanked down her police skirt, revealing a large pink vibrator deeply inserted into her, with only the handle visible. "Hmm?" He pushed the vibrator further in with his knee, eliciting a moan from the officer.
"What do you think the public would say if they found out that the heroic police captain they see on TV is secretly a bitch who wears a vibrator on duty?" The cowboy patted her cheek.
"Don't... don't tell them. I'll do anything you say," the officer agreed in humiliation. "It really is like a stage play—quite theatrical," Wang Sen remarked with a laugh to Dad.
In the blink of an eye, the final scene of the play arrived. The once heroic police officer was gone, replaced by a police dog wearing a cap, being led on a leash. The performance ended.
"What did you think, Mr. Xu?" Wang Sen asked Dad. "Do police officers really act like that?" Dad asked, unable to believe it. "That's the purpose of our existence. Only here are they like this. Outside, she's still the admired police officer. Let's watch the next show."
"The heroine of the third show is a respected political teacher who educates and nurtures," the host announced. A sexy teacher in an ultra-short OL skirt, black high heels, and black fishnet stockings stepped onto the stage. Dad's eyes instantly locked onto her, his pupils contracting sharply. The woman stood 170 cm tall, with 36D breasts and shapely, firm legs. "This is why I invited you to the gathering today. Doesn't she look familiar?" Wang Sen asked Dad. "She looks... really looks like... my... wife," Dad hesitated before finally voicing his thoughts. His eyes remained fixed on the teacher on stage, as if trying to pierce through the mask to see if the face beneath truly belonged to his wife.
"You think she is whoever you want her to be," Wang Sen poured the fourth glass of wine for Dad, whose tolerance wasn't high and was already showing signs of drunkenness.
"I think she is whoever... she is?" Dad mumbled, swaying the glass in his hand.
On stage, a female teacher performed a skit—a provocative and alluring teacher flaunting her charm at the podium, adjusting her stockings and lingerie, seducing the students below to have their way with her. The scene culminated in a Japanese-style plot where the teacher, outnumbered, was "trained" into a submissive figure by the students.
Dad watched the entire play with remarkable calmness, his gaze fixed intently on the stage. He looked utterly serious, occasionally taking small sips from his glass, lost in thought.
"Today's program has come to an end... Thank you all for coming... Beep beep, an additional act?" The host on stage was about to conclude the gathering when his earpiece buzzed with a notification about an extra performance.
"Confirmed with the backstage team—there's a last-minute addition to today's program!" The host quickly corrected himself, announcing to the audience. The crowd below, learning of a new act to watch, expressed curiosity and applauded. Dad, already half-drunk, clapped his hands groggily a couple of times.
Soon after, a trio wheeled a black, shapeless object onto the stage, signaling the host to begin the introduction.
"This is today's impromptu addition. The female lead's profession and age are unknown, but it can be confirmed that she is also a sacred public servant. Since this act was added last minute, feel free to improvise."
The trio pushed the black object to the front of the stage. Upon closer inspection, it was a female body encased in latex. Because the latex was fresh, her limbs were stuck together. The trio carefully peeled the latex off her body and helped her stand upright. The woman wore a full-body latex catsuit, tightly wrapped in black rubber from head to toe, with only two small holes left for her nostrils and mouth. The form-fitting suit accentuated her exquisite figure—full, ample breasts, well-proportioned legs, size-36 beautiful feet, a slender swan-like neck, and a toned, slender waist—an exceptional physique.
"Mr. Xu, take a look," Wang Sen directed Dad's attention to the stage. Standing at 170 cm tall, with 36D breasts, firm and symmetrical legs, and black high heels visible through the rubber stockings, her body was nearly indistinguishable from the previous teacher's. The audience below began to suspect it might be the same actress reprising her role, only settling down after the host assured them it was definitely not her.
"Hmm..." Dad, now heavily intoxicated, lifted his head to glance at the stage before lowering it again, offering no response.
"This lady's request is simple: just make her climax," the host announced to the audience. "Climax? That's it?" "Could it be she's never experienced an orgasm before?" "She doesn't look that young—is her husband useless?" Skeptical murmurs rose from the crowd, as no one believed the woman's demand could be so straightforward.
"Everyone, please calm down. Due to certain reasons, this lady indeed has difficulty experiencing orgasms. Because of work and family responsibilities in her daily life, she cannot engage in anything too unconventional, which is why she turned to us temporarily," the host explained to the audience.
"Just one orgasm? Isn't that a waste of our time?" the audience remained dissatisfied.
"Who said it's just one orgasm? It's countless orgasms!" Wang Sen stood up at this moment, and the host indicated he would listen to him.
"Mr. Xu, Mr. Xu!!" Wang Sen patted his father's shoulder forcefully before getting a slight response. "How do you think a woman like this should be dressed up?"
"Gag her mouth, don't let her disturb my sleep!" Dad was already dead drunk, completely out of his senses, his speech irritable and aggressive, just wanting to slump over the table and sleep soundly.
"Follow Mr. Xu's orders, gag her mouth," Wang Sen commanded. At his signal, the trio took out a stainless steel mouth spreader and forcefully gagged the woman, leaving only a 5cm diameter opening. "Boss, the drug's effects will kick in this afternoon," the trio reported to Wang Sen.
"Hmm, got it..." Wang Sen pulled out a large bundle of hemp rope and had his men drag out a steel X-frame from the backstage, about 1.8 meters tall, designed like a door frame with an X-shaped stand inside, resembling a door with an X-display rack.
"Let me briefly explain to our audience friends. Actually, this woman's purpose in coming to the Nightingale Club is quite simple—she's seeking real climax. Her husband can't quite satisfy her, and due to her work, she can't go out seeking pleasure. She's also been in a forced state of abstinence for some time, which is why she came to us." Wang Sen explained with a smile while directing his men to tightly chain the woman's limbs to the four ends of the X-frame. He then tied a noose around her neck, looping it over the top of the frame. With a slight tug, the woman had to strain her neck upward due to the pressure. Next, Wang Sen attached the other end of the rope to an anal hook and inserted it into her anus. With this setup, the noose around her neck and the anal hook were tightly connected via the top iron rod of the frame. If the woman relaxed, she would feel suffocated, while straining would cause her anus to bear the full weight of her body.
"So basically, she's just sexually frustrated?" someone in the audience summarized. "You're right," Wang Sen patted the woman's face. "Feel free to speak your mind. I've plugged her ears—she can't hear anything, so no need to hold back."
"How are you planning to play with this woman?" Hearing that the woman couldn't hear anything, the audience eagerly asked.
"Don't rush." Wang Sen calmed the audience's excitement, pulling out a bottle of pale pink liquid from his pocket. He continued explaining, "As I mentioned earlier, this woman has been abstinent for a long time, accumulating immense energy in her body. This potion in my hand is an aphrodisiac that can fully unleash a person's sexual desire and heighten sensitivity. The stronger the user's desire, the more effective it is. It can completely ignite this woman." Wang Sen waved his hand, and a subordinate handed him a pair of scissors.
Wang Sen took the scissors and cut three openings in the woman's genital area and both breasts. Only then did I realize that beneath her latex suit, there was another layer—a full-body flesh-toned stocking. The stocking offered little restraint, and the woman's pair of 36D breasts burst through the openings in the latex suit. Her nipples, which should have been erect and flushed, were concealed by the stocking, blending her chest seamlessly with the fabric. Her private parts were also covered by the stocking, but due to her aroused state, some disobedient fluids seeped through the crotch of the stocking, dripping out. The stocking over her private parts was soaked and darkened by her arousal.
Wang Sen scooped out two fingers' worth of gel-like fluid from the small bottle and evenly spread it over the woman's two large breasts. A faint, cool sensation seeped through the bodystocking, fully absorbed by her breasts. After applying the gel, Wang Sen tore open the stocking at the woman's crotch and meticulously worked the remaining substance over her intimate areas—from the outer labia, inner lips, and into the vagina, not sparing even the clitoris. As he applied it, the woman strapped to the X-frame reacted more and more intensely, straining against the chains that bound her limbs. If not for the chains holding her firmly in place, she would likely have been writhing on the floor.
"What's that medicine for? Doesn't seem very effective, does it?" a spectator in the audience called out, eager to stir up trouble.
Wang Sen smiled at the questioner, reached out with his left hand, and pinched the woman's breast. Instantly, all four of her limbs contracted inward with force, the pinched breast trembling violently. Puffs of heated breath escaped from the ring gag in her mouth. She desperately tried to clamp her legs together, but her body, fixed to the metal frame, made it impossible. A surge of warmth, now uncontrollable, gushed from her opening, trickling down the latex covering her thighs. The woman's previously taut body gradually relaxed as the wave of pleasure washed over her. She had climaxed from just a pinch of her breast?!
Wang Sen removed the ring gag from her mouth. Saliva dripped continuously from the corners of her lips. Though she couldn't hear anything from the outside world, this allowed her to express her thoughts without distraction.
"So good... my tits feel so good... I want more~" she murmured to herself.
Seeing her like this, the audience grew even more excited and urged Wang Sen to continue.
Wang Sen then had an assistant bring out a handful of vibrators from backstage—yes, a handful, about a dozen of them, in a standard-sized pink design. "How many of these do you think we can fit inside her?" Wang Sen asked the crowd. "Let's do this: everyone help me keep count. I'll put one in, and you call out the number."
He took the first vibrator and pushed it into her opening. The woman strained to part her lips, welcoming its entry.
"One! Two! Three! Four! Five! ... Twelve! Thirteen! Fourteen! Fifteen!!!" With each vibrator Wang Sen inserted, the audience loudly counted off.
"No... it's full... don't put any more in... really, no more... please... stop..." Ignoring her desperate pleas, Wang Sen inserted all the vibrators into her. Her vagina was packed full, and her lower abdomen, encased in the black latex, bulged slightly from the fullness, giving her a somewhat pregnant appearance.
Wang Sen clapped his hands, signaling that all the vibrators were in place. Fifteen pink cords spilled from her opening, connected to a remote control that hung vertically between her legs. He reached out and switched on the first vibrator to its lowest setting.
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