Wen Yating was gang-raped at the construction site.

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Like other recent college graduates, Wen Yating was busy looking for a job. Although she was born into a middle-class family and her parents had some connections in the city, she didn't want them to find her a job. Like other modern girls, she hoped to find a job on her own, even a low-paying one, to satisfy her desire for independence. She also had a boyfriend, a college classmate, but their relationship had progressed slowly, partly due to Wen Yating's shyness and her boyfriend's awkwardness.
Wen Yating majored in accounting, a field that is both in high demand and difficult to find in today's society. It's in demand because every company needs an accountant, but difficult because every company wants an experienced one. Wen Yating understood this, so she decided to lower her expectations and start by accumulating experience and qualifications. Her efforts paid off, and soon she received a call from a real estate company inviting her for an interview. Excited and nervous about her first interview, Wen Yating diligently researched interview techniques online.
The next day, Wen Yating donned a professional women's suit she had never worn before, and even she couldn't believe the beautiful woman in the mirror was herself. A pink Western-style short skirt suit, black peep-toe heels with a front and back cutout, plus light pink stockings she was wearing for the first time, made her look both mature and sexy, yet youthful and cute. For this interview, Wen Yating had even gone to the hair salon the day before for a trendy South Korean wavy hairstyle. After applying some light makeup, Wen Yating confidently strode out the door in her heels.
The taxi took over an hour to arrive, and as she got out, the driver gave Wen Yating a suggestive look at her thighs, making her even more uncomfortable, especially since it was her first time wearing such an outfit. Looking around after getting out of the car, she was somewhat surprised; it wasn't the office district with its rows of office buildings she had imagined. To the left was a chaotic construction site, with a six-story building just starting to be painted. To the right, it looked more like a slum, with a group of ragged people sitting at the entrance, idly fanning themselves. Wen Yating walked towards the construction site. After a few steps, she suddenly felt a hand grab her ankle, startling her into a scream. Turning around, she saw an elderly beggar, around forty or fifty years old, lying weakly on the ground, muttering, "Please, young lady, please have mercy..." Wen Yating looked him over carefully. The old beggar had a broken leg, his body was covered in wounds, and his eyes were vacant; he looked quite pitiful. Kind-hearted Wen Yating took out 50 yuan from her wallet and gave it to the beggar. This was her taxi fare home that afternoon; she had decided to take the bus instead. The old beggar hesitated for a moment, then immediately began to kowtow profusely in gratitude. Wen Yating smiled awkwardly at him and quickly continued towards the construction site.
After searching for a while, Wen Yating finally found a small, single-story building resembling an office on the construction site. Entering the room, she was startled to find a large group of migrant workers huddled together, making a racket. She didn't know what was happening. Wen Yating spotted a young man in a suit in the crowd and quickly approached him, asking, "Excuse me, is this xxx Real Estate Development Company?" The man managed to squeeze through the crowd and asked, "Who are you looking for?" Wen Yating hurriedly replied, "My name is Wen Yating. I... I'm here for an interview. Where should I go for the interview?" The man, preoccupied with his own situation, said, "Please sit over there and wait. Our manager will be here shortly." Then he turned to the group of migrant workers and shouted, "Stop making noise! Our manager will be here soon! I'll go in and call him. You all wait quietly!" He then hurriedly squeezed into the inner room and locked the door. The migrant workers surrounded the doorway, shouting for a while before finally settling down, grumbling and cursing.
Wen Yating sat uncomfortably in a corner. She could tolerate the room's pungent, sweaty smell, but the situation was far from what she had expected. Just as she was feeling lost, she suddenly felt something warm on her legs. Looking up, she was startled to see all the migrant workers staring dumbfounded at her long, shapely legs. The atmosphere in the room froze. Wen Yating felt hot all over. She desperately tried to close her legs and cover the hem of her skirt with her shirt. At that moment, a voice broke the silence, "Girl, your legs are so white! Is that because of your...stockings?" Wen Yating blushed deeply and awkwardly cursed, "You pervert!" Her voice was drowned out by a burst of laughter; no one heard her. Suddenly, she felt her stockings tighten. Looking down, she saw the migrant worker sitting next to her gently tugging at them. Wen Yating stared at his face, her face a patchwork of black and white grime, except for two clean lines below his nose. His face was twisted with a wicked grin and obsessive desire, making him look extremely ugly. Just as Wen Yating was about to push him away, someone rushed in from outside, shouting, "Damn it! That kid slipped away!! We're not getting our wages today!" A chorus of curses erupted from the room, and the migrant workers got up and started to leave. Then, the guy next to Wen Yating grabbed her and pulled her up, yelling, "Brothers, it's okay if we didn't get our wages, we'll try again tomorrow. But today we're all lucky, look what that fat guy brought us!" Everyone turned to look at Wen Yating, and the room fell into a deathly silence. Wen Yating screamed in terror, "What do you want? If you come near me, I'll call for help!" At that moment, a short, stout migrant worker addressed the crowd, "Zhang Ersha is right! This girl is in cahoots with that fat guy. If we don't get our wages, we'll have to take her to pay off our debts! Don't you all agree?" The group's eyes widened, and they began to whisper amongst themselves. "Yeah, there's no one else on this construction site. Let's kidnap her and enjoy ourselves in our shed!" "Damn, this girl is fucking hot! Her figure is even better than that TV host from yesterday!" "She looks like... well, Sun Yanzi..."
Before Wen Yating could even utter a sound, a migrant worker had already covered her upper body with a sack from behind. Then she felt a group of people carrying her out. Wen Yating struggled desperately, but she was no match for the group of migrant workers who worked every day. All along the way, she felt countless hands groping and scratching her legs, feet, hands, and body, causing her excruciating pain. Some even went so far as to lick her stockinged feet as they walked. Soon after, she was thrown to the ground, and the burlap sack over her head was ripped off. Wen Yating immediately screamed, "Help! Help!! Someone save me!" The short, fat man wiped his drool and leered, saying, "You're in our shed, there's not a ghost around, what good will your screaming do!... Damn, this girl is actually quite pretty when she cries!" The group of men swiftly stripped off their smelly clothes and pounced on her like wolves starving after a long winter, groping and licking her indiscriminately. They would never have the chance to speak to such a beautiful girl, let alone touch her body.
Wen Yating was already sobbing uncontrollably. Seeing that her cries were useless, she pitifully pleaded, "Brothers and uncles, please let me go! I just graduated and came here to look for work. If you let me go, I'll thank you properly..." But these hungry dogs, blinded by lust, had no concept of tenderness. In a few swift movements, they tore open her pink coat and the white shirt underneath, revealing the young woman's proud breasts. Those gathered in front were stunned. "My god, these are much prettier than my wife's! My wife's are all flat..." Suddenly, a migrant worker pounced on her like a madman and began to bite her indiscriminately, causing Wen Yating to cry out in pain. Seeing this, a group of men swarmed around her like flies, grabbing at her like they were fighting over steamed buns. Wen Yating's cries were drowned out by the excited panting of dozens of migrant workers.
Unable to reach the soft breasts, the migrant workers crowded on the periphery turned their attention elsewhere, and Wen Yating's long, beautiful legs in stockings and open-toed high heels naturally became their first target. Zhang Ersha was the first to rush forward; he was the first person in the office to flirt with Wen Yating using stockings as a topic. In Zhang Ersha's mind, stockings and high heels were the distinguishing mark between city women and rural women. Although reform and opening up had led rural women to adopt stockings, their legs, deformed by hard work and poverty, still didn't look right in the best stockings. Now, holding such a pair of fair, slender, stockinged legs, it felt like a dream to Zhang Ersha, who had always dreamed of becoming a city dweller. He licked Wen Yating's legs haphazardly, his hands gripping her ankles like iron clamps. Still a virgin, Zhang Ersha was completely isolated from his surroundings. As his tongue rubbed against the stockings and legs, the fire in his chest burned brighter and brighter, and he wanted to find a more unusual way to release it than he would have dared to imagine otherwise. So Zhang Ersha stopped licking Wen Yating's legs, shoved away the boy who was licking her instep, grabbed Wen Yating's foot tightly—a high heel with a closed front and open back—and impatiently pulled out his penis, inserting it between the sole of Wen Yating's foot and the high heel. Wen Yating's high heel had a buckle at the back that held it in place, and the pull of the buckle caused the high heel and the sole of her foot to clamp Zhang Ersha's penis tightly. On one side was the strange feel of the stockings and the soft, warm sole of her foot; on the other side was the cold, hard surface of the high heel. In this peculiar clamping sensation, Zhang Ersha's eyes rolled back in pleasure as he frantically thrust, as if Wen Yating's foot were that of a lowly prostitute, forcefully and savagely fucking her. Wen Yating's entire body was being rubbed by the hands, penises, and tongues of the migrant workers. Her mouth was stuffed with the tongue of a short, fat man who had never married, now shoving his large, foul-smelling tongue into the mouth of a 20-year-old beauty. His saliva flowed uncontrollably, filling Wen Yating's mouth. Suddenly, Wen Yating felt a scalding heat under her feet; Zhang Ersha had ejaculated.
The others frantically sought an outlet for their raging lust. Some imitated Zhang Ersha, rubbing Wen Yating's feet; some rubbed their penises haphazardly against her soft breasts; some desperately grabbed Wen Yating's hands, masturbating them. The short, fat man shoved his foul-smelling penis into Wen Yating's mouth. Even a prostitute wouldn't want to lick such stinking, swollen flesh, yet it was completely stuffed into her sexy little mouth, reaching all the way to her throat. Wen Yating gagged incessantly; the spasms in her throat and the gushing saliva made the short, fat man's mind go blank with pleasure. He just stood there, forgetting to pull his penis out of her throat. Wen Yating choked, her eyes rolling back, her whole body convulsing. If the migrant workers next to her hadn't quickly pushed the short, fat man away, she probably wouldn't have survived. After the fat man pulled out, Wen Yating gasped and coughed desperately, but this didn't stop the others from continuing to vent their lust on her beautiful body. The two migrant workers behind her, fucking Wen Yating's beautiful feet, were also bewitched, as if Wen Yating's feet possessed a prostitute's base allure that made them unable to control themselves, fucking them wildly and brutally. The semen and frantic friction had torn the stockings on Wen Yating's feet, and the migrant worker who was fondling her feet simply shoved his penis into the tear and began to fuck her wildly.
A tall, thin migrant worker was frantically licking Wen Yating's beautiful legs when suddenly he started to convulse, the visual and tactile stimulation alone causing him to ejaculate. After sitting slumped for a while, as if he had been cheated, he pushed away the heads that were pressed against Wen Yating's buttocks, pulled out his penis, and pressed it into the crevice of Wen Yating's pantyhose-clad buttocks. He stared blankly at Wen Yating's round, pert buttocks encased in stockings for a long time, motionless. He had never seen such sexy buttocks, not even in pornographic magazines he'd picked up from the garbage dump. When he came to his senses, he excitedly shouted, "City women's buttocks are just different! They're more beautiful than the moon!" He then straddled Wen Yating's back, his lower body rubbing rapidly against her buttocks through the stockings, biting her ear hard. Wen Yating, oblivious to the pain, was completely dazed, letting the migrant workers do as they pleased. With a cry of "Ouch!", the tall, thin migrant worker thrust hard through the stockings, actually penetrating Wen Yating's anus. At the same time, semen spurted out, making a mess of Wen Yating's crotch. Wen Yating was jolted awake by the sharp pain in her anus, struggling and crying out. Before she could even utter a sound, another penis was shoved into her mouth. After the tall, thin man pulled his penis out, the stockings remained deeply embedded in her anus, forming a magically sexy hole. Several migrant workers rushed forward, eager to insert their penises into this irresistible opening. The friction between their penises and the anal wall through the semen-soaked stockings created a frenzied magic, causing the migrant worker clinging to Wen Yating's buttocks to move wildly as if on ecstasy. Unfortunately, after less than ten thrusts, the intense physiological and psychological stimulation caused him to ejaculate. The stockings, still embedded in her anus, hadn't torn, and the semen flowed outwards, running down Wen Yating's thighs. The young migrant worker was unwilling to pull out, wanting to continue possessing this magical hole, but his friend wouldn't allow it, pulling him off. A middle-aged migrant worker in his early forties immediately seized the opportunity to mount him. The other migrant workers who hadn't gotten any eagerly asked the tall, thin man, "How was it? What did it feel like to have a city woman's anus?" He finally snapped out of his daze and yelled, "You guys don't know anything! This girl's anus is great, of course, but the feeling of having your dick inside her while it's wrapped in stockings, that itchy, tight feeling, that's what's awesome! Much better than my wife's loose hole!"
The other migrant workers seemed to understand, trembling with impatience. They all rolled over the middle-aged migrant worker who was riding on Wen Yating's buttocks like a dog. "Brother, don't just enjoy yourself! There's another hole in front, give us some space!" The middle-aged migrant worker rolled over again, grabbing Wen Yating from behind, his erect penis still inside her anus. The other migrant workers rushed forward, following the tall, thin man's instructions, and tried to push their penises into Wen Yating's vagina through her stockings. The stockings were miraculously stretched inside, tightly enveloping their penises. Wen Yating had been dating her boyfriend for several years, but had never let him touch her. Now, however, a migrant worker's filthy, foul-smelling penis was forcibly shoved inside her. Overwhelmed with shame and anger, she fainted from the intense pain. Two migrant workers, one in front and one behind, began thrusting into her. The other workers, unable to access her mouth and breasts, could only vie to fuck her high-heeled feet. These silk-stockinged feet had already been fucked twenty or thirty times before; the high heels and stockings were smeared with saliva and semen, making these already alluring feet appear even more lewd.
This obscene scene was being secretly watched by a pair of eyes, eyes pressed against the ground. No one expected that the old beggar whom Wen Yating had given money to earlier had followed her into the construction site, and later, seeing her being carried out by the migrant workers, had followed her all the way here. No one knows how he convinced his conscience not to help this poor, kind girl. He just lay there, staring blankly with his muddled eyes.
Wen Yating was being fucked in various positions by these migrant workers. The stockings stretched into her vagina were already torn, and semen flowed out like water from a leaking pipe. More than thirty migrant workers each ejaculated on her no less than five times. They had accumulated a year's worth of desire, intending to unleash it on their plump wives back home after receiving their wages, but instead, they gave it all to Wen Yating here. Wen Yating's vagina was swollen and red like two lips, stimulating the migrant workers to continue endlessly stuffing inside. More than ten hours later, the migrant workers finally left, satisfied. On the messy ground, Wen Yating, already unconscious, lay prone with her swollen, red buttocks raised, like a bitch waiting to be fucked by the next man. Her clothes were a jumbled mess of shreds, her stockings torn to shreds, the stretched-out portion still stuffed into her anus, her entire body covered in a whitish liquid, her high heels obscured by semen, and her swollen vulva gushing fluid like a spring.
The old beggar, who had been lying in wait outside for over ten hours, eagerly crawled over and pressed his entire body against hers like a dog finding food. Wen Yating beneath him was like a broken doll. Without any unnecessary movements, the old beggar thrust his smeared, mangled penis into Wen Yating's swollen vagina. He felt her vagina contracting incessantly, the swelling of the inner walls making it unusually tight. With each thrust, white semen oozed from her vagina. Just as the old beggar was lewdly moving on top of her, Wen Yating suddenly awoke for some reason. When she turned her head and saw that the person on her back was the old beggar she had once given alms to, she completely broke down, struggling with all her might. But after being tormented by forty men all night, she was powerless to resist, only able to kick her high-heeled feet in spasms. Her awakening excited the old beggar even more. He flipped her over and knelt before her vulva, continuing his frenzied thrusting. While thrusting, he grabbed one of Wen Yating's legs, greedily licking her stocking-clad toes through the opening of her open-toed high heels. Suddenly, he bit down hard on her toes, sole and all, and ejaculated after a few thrusts. The pain in her toes and the scalding semen made Wen Yating scream. The old beggar ignored her, continuing to thrust, his semen gushing out like a floodgate opening, as if it were the culmination of his life's work.
After four or five minutes, a flashlight beam shone in. The old beggar, still not finished, hurriedly pulled out his penis and scurried into the shadows. Wen Yating desperately cried for help, but the group ignored her, only shining their flashlights on her. The leaders seemed to be discussing something. They turned out to be from the nearby slums, who had rushed over after hearing Wen Yating's screams. After a while, a man finally came and picked Wen Yating up, hoisting her onto his shoulder. Wen Yating breathed a sigh of relief; the terrifying nightmare of over ten hours was finally coming to an end, and the poor girl immediately fell into a deep sleep.
Wen Yating slowly opened her eyes. Before her stood not her parents or the doctor, but the lewd face of a filthy, fat, dark-skinned man, his erect penis violating her lower body. Looking around, she saw dozens of men from the slums surrounding her; some masturbated, some fondled her stockinged feet, some licked her nipples. Wen Yating fainted again… A man with a pockmarked face shoved his penis into the hole in Wen Yating's stockings, drooling and stammering, "I, I was just thinking about this girl's feet, how come there's so much semen on them... so, so her feet are even better than a pussy... hehehe." Another old man shoved his dark, spotted penis into Wen Yating's mouth, lewdly laughing, "This girl's passed out again, she can't even wake up when it's in her throat, just a couple of twitches~ making my penis itch, it feels so good!"
A rickety yellow light flickered in the dim, dilapidated little house. This usually lifeless room was now filled with frantic growls, occasionally interspersed with a girl's screams and moans, but these were quickly drowned out by the excited clamor of the men. The commotion attracted a crowd of onlookers from the slums, who gathered outside the window to watch. Among them were children, the elderly, and middle-aged men. The men at the front frantically tried to squeeze into the room, while those at the back impatiently pulled out their penises and began masturbating. Even a group of eleven or twelve-year-old children had their pants bulging, their eyes filled with a mixture of curiosity and fear. This tiny room, less than 15 square meters, was now crammed with more than 30 people. Squeezed in the middle was Wen Yating's body, draped in tattered clothes and pantyhose. Her snow-white skin contrasted horribly with the densely packed, filthy, dark flesh around her.
The fat, dark-skinned man's penis was tightly enveloped by Wen Yating's swollen, red vagina; his penis could even feel the heartbeat of her vagina due to excessive blood flow. He had already ejaculated three times inside her, and this time he couldn't hold back any longer. So he pressed his entire obese body against Wen Yating, forcefully spreading her pantyhose-clad buttocks with his hands, his filthy mouth desperately sucking out her fragrant tongue, while simultaneously increasing the speed of his thrusting. With a beastly groan, the fat man ejaculated, desperately pushing his throbbing penis deep into Wen Yating's vagina, his semen flowing into her uterus like a river bursting its banks. The impatient crowd pulled the fat man off Wen Yating. "You've already come four times! Let me have some fun too!" The unconscious Wen Yating's tongue, spurted out of her sexy mouth by the fat man's vigorous sucking, was being shoved into her mouth by a young man who couldn't resist. He stirred her tongue...
The fat man, panting heavily, squeezed into a corner and sat down. Through the gaps in the crowd, he saw several young men turning Wen Yating upside down; one was licking her stockinged buttocks, while another was pressing her head hard against his penis. Although the fat man had already come four times, seeing such a beautiful woman being gang-raped and vented on like a sex slave by a group of men, his lower body couldn't help but become erect again. The fat man had already penetrated Wen Yating's anus, vagina, beautiful feet, and mouth. He racked his brains trying to figure out what new tricks to use on this beauty, because he knew that at this rate, she probably wouldn't last more than two days. If he didn't enjoy himself now, he wouldn't have another chance. As he was pondering this, he noticed a woman's backpack at his feet. It was clearly not a bag a woman from the slums could afford; some guy must have grabbed it when he carried Wen Yating back from the construction site. The fat man opened the bag and found a few dozen yuan and a pack of stockings. A lewd smile crept across his face. "That slut, she even carries a pack of stockings with her dick!" Then he realized many women carried a pack of stockings in their bags, just in case they got a run. The fat man unwrapped the stockings; their thin, silky texture aroused him again. He put the stockings on his penis and began masturbating, feeling as if Wen Yating's beautiful legs were rubbing against his shaft. He'd done this many times before, often stealing stockings from nearby apartments that women hung out to dry to masturbate. Suddenly, a brilliant idea struck him, and he immediately stood up, stockings still hanging from his penis, and squeezed his way in front of Wen Yating. A man who was about to have sex with Wen Yating turned around, saw the fat man, and asked in surprise, "Hey, Fatty, where did you get those stockings on your penis?" The fat man smiled, "I found them in this chick's bag. Let me have my turn first, and I'll teach you guys an even better way!" Before the man could answer, the fat man shoved his stocking-covered penis into Wen Yating's mouth. As the fat man thrust in and out, Wen Yating's saliva mixed with the stockings, and the wet, soft mouth and dry stockings created a strange friction on his penis, making the fat man so excited that he dared not move too fast, for even the slightest movement risked ejaculation. The people around were stunned by the fat man's expression, and several young men nearby were practically drooling, eager to try it themselves. The fat man ejaculated quickly, even more than before, with a large amount of semen trapped in the stockings, forming a small ball. He pulled his penis out, leaving the semen-covered stockings in Wen Yating's mouth, then pressed down on her chin and slowly pulled the stockings out between her teeth, forcing all the semen into her mouth through the gaps in the stockings.
The two men beside her couldn't wait any longer. They snatched the stockings and each put the pantyhose over their own penises, sandwiching Wen Yating between them. The man below thrust his stocking-covered penis into Wen Yating's vagina, while the other tried to penetrate her anus. Although Wen Yating's vagina and anus were full of vaginal fluid and semen, the friction from the stockings still created a great deal of pleasure, a sensation that even the tightest vagina couldn't match. The two men excitedly thrust in, but the intense pain from the friction woke Wen Yating, and she cried out and struggled. The more Wen Yating struggled, the more the two men felt the pleasure of their abuse. With a forceful thrust, both of their stocking-covered penises were fully inside her. As they pumped, Wen Yating tensed up in pain, struggling wildly. At this moment, her legs were spread apart by the men around her, who used their penises to manipulate the gap between her stockinged feet and high heels. After Wen Yating's thighs were spread apart, the two stocking-clad penises penetrated even deeper, reaching her very core. The intense pain Wen Yating initially felt suddenly transformed into an irresistible pleasure. As the penises in her vagina and anus thrust faster and faster, this pleasure exploded, causing Wen Yating to reach uncontrollable orgasm within seconds, her mind blank as she groaned loudly. Wen Yating's sudden, seductive moans ignited the two men, making them thrust even faster. The continuous orgasms blurred Wen Yating's consciousness; she could only moan wildly, even involuntarily licking and sucking the penises inserted in her mouth. The surrounding men became excited. "Look at this bitch, she's fucking slutty, starting to lick me willingly... Oh... I can't take it! It feels so good!" The man thrusting into Wen Yating's mouth couldn't help but ejaculate, and Wen Yating eagerly began licking the next penis. The two men sandwiched between Wen Yating couldn't resist the sight of this lewd scene, and two streams of hot semen shot out, encased in the stockings covering their penises. Still unsatisfied, they withdrew their penises and removed the stockings, the semen seeping everywhere.
At this moment, a man nearby suggested that they shouldn't use the new stockings on their penises anymore; it was too wasteful. They should put the new stockings on Wen Yating, and if they wanted to use them, they could use the old, tattered ones she was wearing. Everyone agreed, and in no time, they had put the new, intact but semen-soaked stockings on Wen Yating. The next two men, just like the migrant workers who gang-raped Wen Yating before, simply forced their penises inside her through her stockings. The stockings were stretched wide again, pushing against Wen Yating's vagina and anus, forming two leaky holes... More
than ten hours later, all the men in the room left, exhausted. Wen Yating, half-conscious, lay sprawled out, her stockinged legs spread wide, the stockings still plugging her vagina and anus like leaky nets, spurting out semen with each breath... Several children who had been watching from outside the window blushed and sneaked in after the adults left. The children stared blankly at Wen Yating's alluring naked body, motionless for a long time. Suddenly, the leader pounced on her, grabbing her full breasts and biting them. The other children, as if given a signal, all rushed forward, greedily licking every inch of Wen Yating's skin, as if they wanted to devour her. After a while, the boys, imitating the adults, used their still-uncircumcised penises to rub and manipulate Wen Yating's mouth, vagina, anus, and feet. They ejaculated after only a few thrusts. However, their energy was even greater than the adults', and they repeatedly vented their youthful desires on Wen Yating…
A group of policemen entered the slums, having been reported by some kind-hearted person. When the police arrived at the shack, they were shocked. Initially, they thought the report was about a female beggar being gang-raped by these slum dwellers. But upon seeing Wen Yating, they realized she was clearly a recent college graduate. Although her body was covered in bruises and semen, it couldn't conceal her outstanding beauty and figure. Her stockings and high heels, smeared with semen, made it impossible to resist lust at first sight. The policemen were no exception; their lower bodies were already at attention. After exchanging a few glances, the lead policeman grabbed a man nearby and asked menacingly, "Did you rape her?
" "No! Brother, I'm innocent! I was just passing by!"
"Bullshit! You're not being honest, are you? If you're not honest, I'll lock you up for a week first!"
"Officer, I really didn't! Please let me go!"
"Judging from your appearance, you don't seem like a liar. So, she came here to prostitute herself, right?"
"Ah... well... I don't know."
"It's alright. Looking at this slut's cheap look, she must have seduced you. It's not your fault."
"Oh... ah... yes! Brother, you're smart. That's how it is. I had no choice!"
"Alright, then we'll take this prostitute back to the station." "Several police officers lifted the unconscious Wen Yating up, handcuffed her behind her back, and then the lead officer slapped her hard across the face. She immediately woke up, and upon seeing the police, tears welled up in her eyes. 'Police officers, please save me! Please get me out of here! Save me!'... The older officer slapped her again, leaving Wen Yating stunned. 'Bullshit, saving you means arresting you! You're committing prostitution, it's illegal, come with me to the station!'" "Wen Yating was about to defend herself when the old policeman slapped her again, making her dizzy and speechless, sobbing uncontrollably.
Several policemen then carried Wen Yating out, supporting her arms. The police station wasn't far, and none of them had driven there, so they walked back. Because of the unbearable pain in her lower body, Wen Yating could only spread her limp legs and limp along in her high heels. She wasn't wearing anything on her upper body, her full, sexy breasts swaying in front of her chest, and her pantyhose were soaked with semen, the stockings around her vagina and anus still bulging like gauze. The surrounding crowd murmured amongst themselves, 'This girl, so beautiful, how could she do this, ruining herself like this…'" "Look at her, wearing stockings with her bare bottom exposed, and stuffing them inside, so shameless..." "Her feet are covered in semen, I wonder how many men she's slept with..." Wen Yating just kept her head down and cried, her face flushed red. Although she was in unbearable pain, she still tried her best to quicken her pace to escape the stares of the onlookers. The policeman who was holding her pretended to be serious. As soon as they entered the police station, he couldn't wait to drag her into a room and lock the door.
Several policemen quickly pulled down their pants and were about to pounce on her when the older policeman in the lead stopped them. "Wait, this slut isn't satisfied with just fucking her like this. We need some tools. Let me go to the equipment room to get some." The group of men looked at each other and laughed. Wen Yating was handcuffed to a water pipe like a lamb to the slaughter, trembling uncontrollably...

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