Today was Xia Xiaomao's first day at work. Because of her name, her friends liked to call her 'kitten,' and given her petite stature, the nickname suited her perfectly. Kitten carefully wrapped layers of bandages around her ample bosom; if she didn't bind them tightly, she might not even fit into the largest uniform.
Kitten worked at a five-star hotel, but without a degree, she could only be a waitress. Today, the 30th floor was booked for what was called a mixer, and even Kitten was pulled in to serve tea and water.
Kitten looked curiously at the men and women sitting in the presidential suite. The men were all tall, handsome, and well-dressed, clearly people of wealth and status. The women, however, were varied—some sat quietly in a corner wearing glasses, some were even smaller than Kitten, probably just fifteen or sixteen, and some were tall and dressed sexily. Kitten couldn't help but ask the supervisor, 'Supervisor, are these people really here for a mixer?'
The supervisor looked at Kitten in surprise and said, 'What are you talking about? What else would it be?'
'If it's a mixer, why book the entire floor? They could just eat in this room,' Kitten asked puzzledly.
Hearing this, the supervisor immediately shot her a sharp look and said, 'Don't talk nonsense here. I'm telling you, the men inside are among the top in business, military, and politics. If you say the wrong thing in front of them, you won't even know how you died.'
Kitten was terrified and said, 'Supervisor, I won't ask anymore! I don't want to know.'
The supervisor nodded in satisfaction, then turned around and took out a packet of powder from his pocket, pouring it into a freshly opened bottle of red wine. Kitten stood by curiously watching but, remembering how harsh the supervisor had been, didn't dare say a word.
Seeing Kitten standing obediently by his side and not questioning the drugging, the supervisor thought the girl indeed knew how to behave. He pointed to the drugged wine and another freshly opened, undrugged bottle of red wine beside it and said, 'Later, take these two bottles inside. Pour the drugged one into the women's glasses and the undrugged one into the men's. The bottles look the same, so don't mix them up. Leave the 30th floor immediately after pouring. We'll lock down the area soon, and if you're late, you won't be able to leave.'
Xiao Mao listened to Zhu Guan's words in a daze, her mind filled with countless questions, but she held them back and nodded. Zhu Guan said with satisfaction, 'We'll leave first now. Remember, leave immediately after pouring.'
Xiao Mao carefully picked up two bottles of red wine. They were a bit heavy, but she mustered the strength to carry them. As she walked towards the presidential suite, she silently repeated Zhu Guan's instructions. However, once inside, she realized that in her focus on remembering Zhu Guan's orders, she had forgotten which bottle was to be poured where.
Xiao Mao looked at the two identically packaged bottles and thought, 'Since they're the same, it shouldn't matter which one goes where.' So, she poured one bottle into the men's glasses and the other into the women's. Feeling awkward, she left the room, thinking her task was done and she could leave. But suddenly, she felt an urgent need to use the restroom and hurriedly ran to the toilet, planning to leave as soon as she was done.
In reality, this was no ordinary social gathering but a meticulously planned event by the elite for their own gratification. They had preselected their preferred types, gathered all necessary information, and then contacted these girls through intermediaries. The girls, from various social backgrounds, were introduced by colleagues, parents, or friends, believing it to be a simple social event. The drug Zhu Guan had mixed into the wine was a potent aphrodisiac. Once consumed, the women would lose consciousness, their minds filled only with thoughts of sex, and their bodies would experience unbearable itching without male comfort. The men, through this event, sought ultimate gratification, and even if investigated later, the women would have no recourse, as they had 'willingly' participated and the men's prominent status would shield them from consequences.
But in her confusion, Xiao Mao had poured the wrong bottles. The drugged wine ended up in the men's glasses. Unaware, the men happily drank, expecting to soon enjoy the company of the women. Instantly, the drug took effect, their bodies reacting uncontrollably, their minds clouding over with a single thought: 'Take.' The women, frightened by the sudden change in the men's demeanor, tried to flee but were forcibly taken to adjacent rooms with open doors, where they were brutally assaulted.
After finishing in the bathroom, Xiao Mao was about to leave when she heard a loud cry of distress. Surprised, she approached a slightly ajar door and cautiously peeked inside.
"No! Please, no!" Inside, she saw the petite girl from the earlier gathering, even smaller than Xiao Mao, being pinned down on the bed by a muscular man who was at least 6'3" tall. The stark contrast in their sizes made it impossible for the girl to escape, leaving her to scream for help.
The girl twisted and turned in a desperate attempt to free herself, but the towering man remained unaffected. He straddled her, swiftly parting her pale, delicate legs before tearing her skirt and underwear to shreds. Feeling her most private parts exposed to the air, the girl's cries grew louder: "Ah! No! You beast!" The man, seemingly oblivious, forcefully pulled her legs towards his burning desire.
Witnessing the girl's desperate screams, the man showed no mercy, only letting out a cold laugh before grabbing her legs and bending them over his shoulders. In the next moment, he held her slender waist firmly, pressing his hard, heated rod against her moist, pink entrance. After a few teasing rotations, finding her dry, yet unable to contain his overwhelming lust, he thrust violently into her tender core with a wet sound.
"Ahh!" Unaccustomed to such size, the inexperienced girl was instantly penetrated by the hot rod. Feeling the tight walls of her virgin passage squeezing around him, the man groaned in a mix of pain and pleasure, delivering a sharp slap to her pale buttocks. The girl screamed, "I'm going to pee! I'm going to pee!" followed by a gush of transparent fluid from her womb, drenching the rod still buried inside her.
The heated rod, moistened by the virgin blood and spring juices of the young girl, began to slide smoothly inside her. Seeing half of his heated iron still exposed to the air, the man grabbed the girl's waist and thrust in all at once, causing her to scream involuntarily, her expression scattered, like a doll at someone's mercy. The tall, strong man grew even more excited, lowering his waist to lie on the girl and began thrusting rapidly into her cave, his much larger body pressing down on her petite frame, his scorching meat rod pushing into her vagina over and over.
Through the crack in the door, the kitten watched as the man's large hands gripped the slender waist of the young girl, lifting her to meet his thrusts. His thick, mature meat rod pierced into her hairless, tender body, the pink entrance stretched to its limit, gradually swallowing the dark purple meat rod whole. The two delicate little lips clung to his shaft, being pulled in and out with each thrust, occasionally revealing a glimpse of the bright pink flesh inside.
"Ah, no! No! Rape! Rape!" the girl cried out wildly as she was penetrated, but the man only swayed his solid hips more violently, thrusting his hard meat rod into her small cave. Overwhelmed by the man's strong, heated iron, the girl's fragile core was instantly pushed to climax: "Ah! Ah! I'm going to pee! I'm peeing again!" Her core was pried open by the heated iron, and with her whole body trembling, she sprayed out a stream of lewd fluid.
Yet the man seemed far from satisfied. He lifted the girl, sitting her upright on his meat rod, and holding her slender waist, continued to thrust even more vigorously into her small cave.
The man gripped the girl, moving her up and down while wildly swaying his strong waist, his large meat rod plunging into her tender small cave with obscene "plop! plop!" sounds. The girl had lost all sensation, unaware of how many thousands of times he had thrust into her, when suddenly the man roared. A suffocating force, accompanied by the ejaculation of semen, struck her core. The girl screamed again under the violent spray of semen, as the man pressed her desperately onto his heated rod, releasing all his essence inside her.
The kitten watched as the man slowly withdrew his member from the young girl's body. The member was stained with the girl's bright red virgin blood and semen, taking on a lewd hue. Meanwhile, the girl's trembling flower, as the member left, slowly released stream after stream of a pinkish, turbid fluid.