Norton, Suldair, and Willie once took me to a peculiar space, still within their home planet, but markedly different. It was a dimly lit area where the sky perpetually bore the hue of a cloudy, gray day.
Kevin explained, "This is actually an illusion. Both GMW and GIW create this illusion in anyone who enters this area. It serves as a warning that this place harbors individuals with criminal tendencies."
The Guokers do not rely on morality or law to curb crime; instead, they use the instant teleportation capability of GMW. For instance, if someone attempts murder, the highly intelligent network detects the threat and instantly teleports the individuals apart, thwarting the crime. However, some criminals employ deceit to commit sexual assaults. Once physical contact is made, the entanglement of their organs makes it impossible for the network to separate them.
Moreover, some criminals possess advanced techniques to block, disrupt, or deceive GMW. They might inflict pain while making the victim appear outwardly pleased, or inject toxins that cause severe pain after a delay, thus fooling GMW. Nevertheless, the sophisticated systems of GMW and GIW eventually evaluate these criminals' actions comprehensively. Persistent offenders causing significant harm are relocated to specialized zones. Those who refuse to stay within these areas and evade to other regions end up blacklisted, losing access to network services, which severely restricts their capabilities and makes further crimes nearly impossible."
"This space you've entered," Kevin continued, "is a hub for venomous women known for their aggressive tendencies towards men. They collaborate, sharing research on various toxins, continually innovating from generation to generation. Their expertise in utilizing these poisons is unparalleled, and they thrive on their craft."
As we ventured into the area, Norton and his team soon identified a target and pushed me forward as bait, while they hid. Approaching the woman, I observed her child-like features; her body and face were exquisitely delicate, and she was dressed in a tight T-shirt paired with a shimmering, metallic-string miniskirt. Her skin was a pale pink tinged with dark cyan, and her hair, glossy and black, fell smoothly like rubber tubes. Clearly, she belonged to the more docile kind.
On our Planet, there are two predominant female physiques. The first is the "smooth kind," characterized by an extremely delicate and symmetrical body, smooth and naturally falling hair, long, slender breasts, and neatly arranged, smooth, downward-hanging groin tubes in vibrant, pure colors. The woman I encountered belonged to this type.
The other style is the "brutal kind," marked by small hands and feet, a very slim waist contrasted with a voluptuous figure. Their breasts are short and large, resembling two big spheres, and their hips are equally ample. Their hair explodes in wild disarray. The tubes from their lower body are tangled and chaotic, resembling wildly dancing snakes, and their multicolored patterns are reminiscent of Earth's cobras and other venomous snakes, striking fear at a glance.
This woman walked expressionlessly until she saw me, her eyes flashing a mischievous glint, perhaps intrigued by my large and unique appearance. Guokerian women have a pronounced predilection for sexually assaulting men, especially those who look unusual, and they rarely pass up such an opportunity.
However, she suddenly ran away—had I misunderstood her intentions? I later realized that her interest was indeed sexual, but her flight was not to find a secluded place for an encounter. In this peculiar zone, these women, once they fixate on a man, might initiate an assault right on the street, oblivious to onlookers. They can even request GMW and GIW to erect a virtual barrier around them, rendering them invisible to others.
Norton later explained that her quick departure was to squat down and concentrate, channeling the toxins in her body into the main tube in her groin. She might also have been requesting a remote toxin refill from GMW. She then approached me again, feigning nonchalance.
By Earth standards, she was strikingly beautiful with an exceptionally fine face. She styled herself to appear vulnerable and endearingly cute, but her large eyes conveyed a cold, hidden ferocity, reminiscent of the intense gaze shared between two expert duelists in a film. Her gaze was sharp and resolute, whereas I felt timid and frightened. On Earth, the thoughts surrounding a first sexual encounter typically focus on mutual pleasure. However, on Guoker, the intent is often to inflict torture and pain, mixing agony with pleasure—an aspect I had already learned from multiple harsh encounters, particularly with women who harbored a penchant for aggression and abuse.
Just as we were about to pass each other, she made her move. She crouched suddenly, then sprang into the air like a frog, her virtual clothes vanishing instantly. Her body, gleaming like white jade, hurtled toward me. The main tube from her groin shot out at lightning speed, tracing a radiant arc through the air, and swiftly expelled a stream of transparent liquid that hit my abdomen and the base of my penis. I shuddered, my head spinning as darkness encroached my vision, and a searing liquid quickly permeated my belly and groin.
I suspect the fluid she expelled was a type of neural toxin designed to prevent my penis from becoming erect, to short-circuit my brain, and temporarily impair my ability to think and control my body. On this planet, men can instantly request help from GMW if they sense that a woman may be prone to aggressive sexual behavior, thwarting any potential assault. To be successful, these women need to act not only quickly but also skillfully employ toxins, akin to cowboys who must draw their guns swiftly and shoot accurately to prevail.
Her sudden toxin spray aims to incapacitate the man's mental faculties, causing him to forget to summon GMW for assistance and struggle to control his own movements. This disorientation allows the woman to easily insert her meat pipe into the man as a next step. After releasing the toxin, their actions slow down to prolong the torment. They rapidly insert their meat pipe into the man, making it difficult for him to call for GMW assistance once entangled, as their bodies are intertwined, and only a sophisticated, remotely initiated program might separate them.
This toxin is potent; I experienced its effects several times. Once, when they targeted my penis with the toxin, I instinctively dodged, but my right thigh was hit, rendering it instantly powerless. After striking me with the toxin, she leapt up, clamping my neck between her legs at lightning speed. Her groin clamped over my face, and several meat pipes quickly forced their way into my mouth. It seemed her interest wasn't in my penis, but rather in exploiting the cavities within my body. All I could see was a flash of shiny black before my vision was obscured and I was unable to breathe. Desperately, I pried open a gap between her flesh with my hands to draw breath.
Then, dozens of her meat pipes wrapped around my head, aggressively extending into my mouth and down my throat into my stomach.
The revulsion was overwhelming, and I couldn't stop myself from retching. Her meat pipes then secreted a viscous liquid that significantly alleviated my nausea.
This time, once her tentacles penetrated my abdomen, she slowed her movements, allowing her meat pipes to wander, twitch, and rub inside me leisurely.
I later felt an increased secretion of the sticky liquid in my intestines. The volume of liquid created intense pressure but also a profound sense of pleasure that spread from my abdomen throughout my body.
They can request GMW to instantaneously transfer large quantities of this liquid into their bodies from afar, enabling them to eject several times their body weight in fluid.
The pressure from this liquid was immense, eventually overwhelming my ability to control it, and it began to seep out, running down my legs.
One of her meat pipes followed the flow of the liquid, emerging from my anus and winding around my abdomen and thighs. When it touched my penis, it quickly coiled around it and then proceeded to invade my urethra.
My penis was in a flaccid state, allowing her meat pipe to easily penetrate and gradually extend along my urethra, seemingly reaching all the way to my bladder. Inside my bladder, it roamed freely, sucking vigorously like a straw.
While its passage through my intestines was less noticeable, the movement through my urethra was distinctly perceptible. Although I had experienced multiple intrusions into my urethra by their women's meat pipes, this was the first time one had reached my bladder.
Then, she began her mischief. She released venom into my bladder causing my penis to swell abruptly. The meat pipes around it tightened forcefully while the one inside my urethra hardened and began to vibrate rhythmically. This combination of constriction and vibration delivered an intense mix of pleasure and pain.
Subsequently, she injected more venom into my intestines and stomach, triggering a variety of hallucinations. I envisioned numerous tiny, naked mermaids, legless with tadpole-like tails, swimming in through my mouth and exiting through my anus.
Eventually, it seemed she also reached a climax, rhythmically ejecting large amounts of sticky fluid into my bladder before slowly withdrawing from my urethra.
I felt tremendous pressure in my bladder. After her tentacle retracted, a pale yellow fluid sprayed from my penis. Eventually, my penis softened, but the sticky fluid continued to drip out for an extended period, some of it running down my legs where I could see streaks of blood, though surprisingly, I felt no pain.
Another of her meat pipes retracted into my anus, leaving a trail of sticky fluid down my legs.
Later, she slowly withdrew several meat pipes from my mouth. After the sexual encounter ended, she landed gracefully on the ground and departed leisurely.
Exhausted, I was coated in a pale yellow viscous fluid, much of which had pooled on the ground, creating a filthy scene. My body felt weak and powerless, my urethra burned painfully, and the colors of my surroundings seemed to shift dramatically. Everything appeared covered in a murky yellow haze, and my vision was blurry.
I blinked hard, trying to restore clarity to my sight, but to no avail. I attempted to walk towards Norton, but it felt as if I were stepping on cotton; I couldn't control my balance and was unable to walk without their assistance.