Her heart ached as if pierced by a thousand arrows: “I… I’m actually being trampled by an animal like this… My dignity, my pride… destroyed under its foot! I wish I could disappear into a crack in the earth, never face anyone again…” Tears slipped from her tightly closed eyes, rolling down her cheeks, dripping onto the pillar, mixing with sweat and blood, leaving wet, shocking stains. Her body writhed slightly on the pillar, the red outfit’s fragments fluttering on her skin, revealing her bruised, purple flesh, toes twitching violently on the left pillar, heels pressing against its rough surface, emitting soft “scrapes,” like silent cries. Her hands clawed at the pillar’s edge, nails digging into the stone, leaving bloody scratches, revealing her extreme pain and resistance.

The humiliation deepened as Titan lifted his right front leg, planting it firmly on Zhou Fang’s legs, his massive foot covering her calves and ankles, the edge pressing her knees, toes digging into her flesh, leaving red, swollen marks. His foot twisted slowly, as if deliberately humiliating her, the weight causing a faint “click” from her leg bones, pain shooting through her like lightning. His foot lingered on her calves, rotating slightly, toes squeezing her skin, deforming her legs, the red outfit’s fragments pressed deeper, exposing her twisted, bruised flesh, blood blooming like petals. His trunk swung again, coiling around her arm, rough skin scraping hers, leaving red marks, his tusks grazing near her face, nearly touching her cheeks, exhaling hot breath that intensified her perverse oppression. Her psychological agony reached its peak—she felt utterly objectified, reduced to a meaningless bridge under the elephant’s feet, her dignity trampled to pieces. She whispered, voice barely audible, filled with endless shame: “Am I… still human? Stepped on, crushed, bullied by it… I don’t even deserve to stand… I don’t want anyone to see me like this… I hate myself…”

At that moment, the audience’s reaction erupted like a volcano. Many gasped, “Can she hold on? It’s terrifying!” Mothers clutched their children tightly, fathers stood tensely, cursing under their breath, “This is outright abuse!” But the sadistic male viewers were consumed by fervor. A man in sunglasses muttered, his voice trembling with excitement, “It’s exquisite! Her pain, her shame, her body trampled, abused, humiliated by the elephant… her dignity shattered—it drives me wild!” His hand shot into his pants, breathing quickening with each of Titan’s movements, face contorted with perverse pleasure, quickly unzipping and masturbating recklessly, ejaculating onto his seat, mixing with sweat and gasps.

Other male viewers were infected, eyes glazed, frantically unzipping their pants, masturbating to Zhou Fang’s groans, shivers, and trampled form, reaching climax amidst their growls and pants, blending with the audience’s cries. Some female viewers blushed in anger, turning away, but many were captivated, eyes reflecting shock, fear, and hidden excitement. The tent erupted in fervent reactions—screams, applause, shouts intertwining, as if the twisted fervor set the tent ablaze.

Titan’s left hind leg rose, his massive foot crushing down on her body, the edge pressing her chest and waist, leaving deep red marks, as if delivering a final insult to her dignity. His foot paused on her abdomen, slowly twisting, toes squeezing her flesh, nearly suffocating her, the red outfit tearing further to expose her twisted, bruised body, blood blooming like petals. His right hind leg followed, lingering on her legs, twisting slowly, as if prolonging her agony and humiliation—the entire process lasting less than ten seconds, but for Zhou Fang, it felt like an eternity in hell.

She felt Titan’s foot slide over her, the pressure, grinding, and vibrations with each movement nearly knocking her unconscious, her body writhing on the pillar, the red outfit soaked with sweat, water, tears, and blood, clinging to her trembling skin, making her appear even more fragile and vulnerable. Her dignity was utterly trampled, feeling completely conquered by the elephant’s foot, her soul shattered by humiliation, yet a subtle, hidden calm sprouted within her—a seed of latent desire she hadn’t yet recognized. Her eyes flickered with a fleeting daze, tears and sweat mixing on her face, her body beneath the red outfit arching slightly, as if suppressing some strange impulse, whispering, “This… this feeling… why…”

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