敗金台女: 開好車，連屌都是香的!

Title: “Defeated Damsel: Even Her Dick is Fries-tastic!”

In the bustling streets of Taiwan, a young woman named mee-mee found herself in quite the predicament. The 22-year-old was caught in the act of shoplifting, the grand sum of 40 NTD worth of takoyaki – fritters filled with bits of octopus – concealed in her purse. Not quite a grand heist, but enough to land the petite beauty in cuffs.

Mee-mee, with her smooth skin, lithe body, and fiery temper, didn’t make it easy for the security guards. She wriggled and kicked, her tight jeans hugging her shapely rear as she squirmed. “Fuck you!” she spat in Mandarin. “You can’t do this!”

But the guards were not to be trifled with. They restrained her and dragged her, none too gently, to the security office. There, the busty brunette was made to strip, baring her creamy flesh to their lecherous gazes. “Perk up, beautiful,” one sneered, tweaking her rosy nipple. “We’re going to teach you a lesson you won’t forget.”

Mee-mee, finding herself at the mercy of the cruel men, could only whimper as they manhandled her. They ran their hands over her body, groping and pinching, bringing her toiling nipples to rigid peaks. Mee-mee shuddered, humiliated by their touch, yet shamefully aroused.

“Looks like someone’s excited,” chuckled one guard, sliding a brazen hand between her thighs. Mee-mee yelped as his fingers brushed her clothed sex. Her pussy clenched, juices trickling down her inner thighs.

The men’s eyes widened. “She’s fucking wet,” guffawed another. “The little slut likes it.”

Mee-mee flushed, mortified by her body’s reaction. She shook her head vehemently, though the ever-growing patch of dampness at her crotch betrayed her.

Emboldened by her arousal, the guards grew bolder. One knelt behind her and dragged his tongue over her dripping folds. Mee-mee gasped at the sensation, her hips rocking forward involuntarily. “No, please…” she whimpered, even as her thighs spread wider.

The guard licked and lapped at her quim, slurping her juices like a man starved. Mee-mee’s moans filled the air, growing louder with each thrust of the guard’s tongue. Her pussy clenched and spasmed, and she came with a keening cry.

But the men were far from done with her. They wanted to truly break her. “Get on your knees,” one ordered, undoing his belt. “Time to put that filthy mouth to good use.”

Mee-mee shook her head, her eyes panicked and wide. “No, please…I can’t. I…I have a dick!” The confession slipped out, her face burning with shame.

The guards gaped at her, then at the growing bulge in her panties. “Get the fuck out,” one said. “We don’t fuck boys.”

Mee-mee felt a wave of relief, followed by a confusing pang of disappointment. She dressed hurriedly, sneaking glances at the guards’ erections tenting their trousers as she did so. Images of servicing them filled her mind, and she bit her lip.

As meemo scurried out of the store, she wondered if she’d escaped, or if she’d missed an opportunity. Her clit throbbed, her mind replaying the guards’ lewd words and groping hands on an endless loop.

Would they have fucked her? Would she have let them? Mee-mee’s hand drifted to her crotch, rubbing at her bulge through her jeans. She shuddered, imagining it: tied down, at their mercy, as they used her holes and degraded her. Mee-mee came with a silent moan, her cum staining her panties.

Mee-mee knew she had to stop these intrusive, shameful thoughts. She was a girl, dammit. She didn’t want to be violated by those pigs, cock or no cock. She’d escaped, and that was enough.

But as she made her way home, meemo couldn’t shake the adrenaline coursing through her veins. The fear, the humiliation, the forbidden arousal…it thrilled her on a primal level. What if…what if she’d wanted it? What if part of her had wanted to be used like a slut?

Mee-mee shook her head, chastising herself for such vile thoughts. She was a good girl, a normal girl, with normal, heteronormative desires. She took a deep, shuddering breath and pressed on, trying to forget the sinful ordeal entirely.

But Mee-mee’s mind refused to cooperate. All night, she tossed and turned, her sheets soaked with sweat and the dampness of her arousal. She imagined the guards finding her again, forcing her to submit to their depraved whims. She pictured herself begging for their cocks, making a spectacle of herself, proving she could play the role of a proper cock-hungry whore.

Mee-mee writhed beneath the covers, her bulge rigid and aching. She gripped it through her pants, stroking herself to climax as she fantasized about being the guards’ bitch. As she came with a muffled cry, Mee-mee wondered in alarm: was something seriously wrong with her?