Chapter 1: The New Guy
My name is Zhang Wei, 23, fresh out of university with a degree in agricultural technology. City jobs were scarce, so I took a position as an agricultural technician in a remote village called Yunxi, nestled in the mountains of central Taiwan, surrounded by tea plantations and bamboo groves. The air was crisp, but life was dull enough to drive anyone crazy. Yunxi had only a few dozen households, mostly elderly and women left behind, as young men had long fled to the cities for work. The women, with nothing to do, passed time gossiping and tending crops.
On my first day, the village chief, Awang, greeted me warmly. In his fifties, weathered and burly, his grin carried a sleazy edge. Patting my shoulder, he said, “Xiao Zhang, you’re young and strong. The women here love a fresh face, haha!” I thought he was joking, laughed it off, and didn’t think much of it. Little did I know, his words held a sinister truth.
I was assigned a small wooden cabin near the village center, next to a stream. That first night, as I unpacked, there was a knock. Opening the door, I saw Cuifang, a woman in her mid-thirties, tanned, voluptuous, wearing a low-cut floral dress, her breasts like ripe papayas straining the fabric. Smiling seductively, she handed me a plate of homemade rice cakes. “Xiao Zhang, just arrived? Try my cooking,” she said.
I thanked her, but her eyes roamed my crotch, a sly smirk forming. Leaning closer, her breasts brushed my arm. “If you’re bored tonight, come to my place for tea. I’ll show you some rural fun,” she purred, her voice dripping with suggestion. My face burned, my cock twitched, and I nodded, already hooked.
Chapter 2: First Taste of Temptation
That night, I tossed and turned, Cuifang’s curves and her promise of “rural fun” haunting me. Yunxi’s nights were silent save for insect chirps. Unable to resist, I slipped on clothes and crept to her house. Her mud-walled home had a half-open door, dim light spilling out. I knocked lightly, and Cuifang appeared, wearing a sheer nightgown, nipples visible, no panties underneath.
“Xiao Zhang, you came,” she giggled, pulling me inside and shutting the door. The room smelled faintly of perfume, a jug of rice wine on the table. She poured two cups, handing me one. “No entertainment in the countryside, so I make do with this,” she said, emphasizing “this” while eyeing my crotch.
A few cups later, my face was flushed. Cuifang leaned in, her gown slipping to reveal thick pubic hair. Grabbing my hand, she pressed it to her chest. “Xiao Zhang, I bet a young stud like you is pent-up. Let me help you release,” she whispered. My brain exploded, restraint gone. I kissed her neck, hand diving under her gown, finding her pussy soaked like a flood.
I pinned her to the table, tore off her gown, and sucked her nipples hard. She moaned loudly, legs wrapping my waist, crying, “Xiao Zhang… quick… my slutty hole’s been waiting!” I dropped my pants, my throbbing cock plunging into her. Her tight walls gripped me, hips meeting my thrusts, her screams echoing. I fucked her for half an hour, switching positions from table to floor, cumming deep inside. She climaxed, convulsing, her juices drenching me.
Panting on the floor, she said, “Xiao Zhang, you’re a beast… The village women will go crazy for you.” I froze, a mix of thrill and dread washing over me, sensing I’d stumbled into a dangerous trap.
Chapter 3: The Women’s Hunt
Cuifang’s prophecy came true. Word spread like wildfire, and the village women began “visiting” me in droves. Aged from their twenties to forties, some were petite, others mature, but all radiated raw hunger. Every evening, my cabin was a marketplace, women arriving with dishes, wine, or fruit, their real intent clear—to seduce me.
The second was Xiaoyu, 25, a widow whose husband died in a crash two years ago. Pale and delicate, her plump ass was like a peach. She arrived in a tight cheongsam, slit to her thigh, no underwear, breasts jiggling with each step. Claiming to help with laundry, she “accidentally” splashed water on herself, the wet dress clinging like a second skin.
“Xiao Zhang, wipe me down,” she teased, guiding my hand to her chest. I snapped, pushing her onto the bed, ripping the cheongsam. Her pussy was dripping. I licked her clit, and she screamed, clawing my hair, begging, “Xiao Zhang… my slutty hole’s itching… fuck me!” I ravaged her pussy and ass, her orgasms soaking the sheets.
Days blurred as women took turns. Axia, 40, whose husband worked away, slipped naked into my bed, her rough hands stroking my cock before riding me like a wild mare. Xiaolian, 18, freshly legal, sneaked into my bathroom, sucking me off, swallowing my cum, then begging me to take her virginity.
Chapter 4: Perverse Escalation
The women didn’t just seduce—they grew depraved, channeling their boredom into me. Cuifang proposed a “group game,” arriving one night with Xiaoyu and Axia for a “party.” They stripped, revealing homemade toys—bamboo dildos, rope restraints, a herbal aphrodisiac that burned on contact. They tied me to a chair, ropes binding my limbs, and took turns riding me, using bamboo dildos on each other’s asses. Their moans filled the air, juices pooling. Axia smothered me with her massive breasts, milk and sweat flooding my mouth. Xiaoyu smeared aphrodisiac on my cock, making me cum thrice, unable to stop.
The women began seducing me publicly. In the tea fields, Xiaolian lifted her skirt, flashing her bare pussy, begging me to fuck her in front of others. I pounded her against a tea bush, her screams drawing a crowd of women who didn’t stop us but caressed my back or masturbated. Public debauchery became routine, the women treating me as a shared sex toy.
Chapter 5: Uncontrolled Lust
My life was hijacked. From dawn to midnight, women summoned me—to cabins, fields, streams, warehouses. My technician job stalled, but no one cared; the women were addicted to my “services.” Cuifang suggested I move into her house to be “kept,” sparking jealous fights among the women.
Their games grew extreme. Axia brought toys from the city—shock wands, vacuum pumps, metal anal plugs, whips, and cuffs. One night, they tied me to a warehouse rack, shocking my cock and nipples, pain blending with pleasure. Xiaolian pumped my balls with suction cups, swelling them grotesquely, then fucked me until I passed out.
I was exhausted but couldn’t refuse. Their hunger was insatiable. I tried escaping, but the women guarded the roads. Cuifang sneered, “Xiao Zhang, your cock’s ours. Think you can run?” Fear and thrill trapped me in this lustful hell.
Chapter 6: Edge of Collapse
Three months in, my body and mind teetered. Drained daily by a dozen women, I lost twenty pounds, my eyes sunken, skin pale. The doctor’s warning of “death by exhaustion” loomed. The village men grumbled, saying I stole their women, but none dared act, as the women protected me like a prize.
Awang summoned me, saying, “Xiao Zhang, you’ve disrupted the village. The women won’t work. This can’t go on.” He urged me to leave, but Cuifang and a mob of women blocked his door, shouting, “Xiao Zhang’s ours! Try kicking him out, and we’ll fight!” Awang backed down.
My body gave out. One night, after five women ravaged me in the warehouse, I collapsed, waking in the village clinic. The doctor warned I’d die if this continued. I knew I had to escape, or these women would kill me.
Chapter 7: Bottomless Enslavement
The women turned my cabin into a “pleasure den,” a shrine to their desires. Day and night, they arrived in groups, bearing food or wine, waiting to “service” me. Cuifang, Xiaoyu, Axia, Xiaolian, even fifty-year-old widow Axiu became regulars, their appetites unquenchable.
Cuifang proposed transforming the cabin into a “paradise,” hauling in black-market toys: metal restraints, electrified cock rings, vacuum pumps, enema kits, and a cowhide “sex slave saddle” for group play. Bound to the saddle, limbs locked, my cock exposed, they rode me, shocking my sensitive spots, pain making me scream, yet I stayed rock-hard. Cuifang slathered herbal aphrodisiac on my cock, burning like fire but forcing hours of ejaculation. Their moans echoed, juices and cum splattering the floor in a hellish orgy.
Xiaoyu introduced “public shows.” They built a bamboo platform in the village square, tying me naked for all to see, like livestock. Axia whipped my back and ass, leaving welts, while Xiaolian pumped my balls with suction cups. Villagers cheered, shouting, “Xiao Zhang, get harder! Show us your stamina!” Humiliation consumed me, but aphrodisiacs kept me cumming until I blacked out.
Chapter 8: The Women’s Arena
The women turned seduction into a sport, competing to make me cum more and faster. They formed “teams” of three or four, taking turns at my cabin. Cuifang’s team was brutal, using medical-grade toys like electrified anal hooks, shocking me into convulsions yet forcing orgasms. Xiaoyu’s team excelled at oral, sucking my cock with snake-like tongues, using ice and hot wax for agonizing pleasure. Axia’s team was the sickest, wielding a Japanese “sex machine” with multiple mechanical dildos, fucking my mouth and ass at tearing speeds. They flushed my ass with warm lube via enema kits, then took turns fucking my hole, claiming to “unlock my potential.” I passed out, waking to find them still at it, the bed soaked with cum and juices.
The competition fueled their madness. They compared “scores” publicly—in tea fields, streams, or Awang’s doorstep—displaying vials of my cum like trophies. The men grew numb, some even aiding the women, tying me or applying aphrodisiacs, treating me as a village resource.
Chapter 9: Physical and Mental Ruin
My body and mind crumbled under the relentless drain. Fucked daily by dozens, I lost another twenty pounds, my skin ghostly, eyes hollow. My cock, overused, swelled painfully, erections agonizing. The women didn’t care, using shocks and drugs to force me up, feeding their endless hunger.
Cuifang, now the “queen” of this debauchery, planned a “final trial”—a three-day “draining ritual” in the square. They bound me to a custom iron rack, naked, my cock wired to an auto-suction device that milked me nonstop. The women worked in shifts, five at a time, using shock wands, mechanical dildos, piercing rings, and a black-market “womb syringe” to inject aphrodisiacs into my urethra, triggering mind-numbing orgasms.
Day one, I came a dozen times, consciousness fading. They screamed, “Xiao Zhang, more! Your cock’s ours!” Day two, my voice was hoarse, my cock swollen like a radish, still forced to cum. Day three, I was barely conscious, but they whipped me, dripping hot wax on my chest, vowing to “drain the last drop.”
Chapter 10: Drained Dry
On the third night of the ritual, my life ebbed away. Amid the women’s screams and the hum of toys, my heartbeat slowed, vision darkening. My final memory was Cuifang riding me, her fat ass bouncing, shouting, “Xiao Zhang, you’re our best prey!” I shot my last drop of cum and sank into oblivion.
I died, drained dry by Yunxi’s women. They buried my body in the tea fields, planting a peach tree as a “memorial.” The men stayed silent, and the women resumed their idle lives, awaiting the next young stud. My story became a village legend, a “hero consumed by desire,” used to warn newcomers. But none could resist their seduction, a poison that doomed all who tasted it.
Chapter 11: Eternal Curse
My soul seemed trapped in Yunxi, a resentful wraith haunting the tea fields and streams. At night, I heard the women’s moans, saw them strip under moonlight, hunting new prey. Workers, tourists, volunteers—any young man entering the village fell to their gaze, sharing my fate.
Cuifang, Xiaoyu, Axia, Xiaolian—their faces flashed before me, smiles seductive yet deadly, like insatiable succubi. Yunxi’s women continued their game, boredom filled with lust, and I remained their eternal sacrifice, unable to escape. Awang sometimes sighed over wine, “Xiao Zhang, if you’d run sooner, you might’ve lived…”
