Wife raped by mountain villagers while urinating

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September 2006 marked our 10th wedding anniversary. To celebrate this important day, my wife had been planning
for a long time and finally decided to take a self-guided trip during our annual leave. Our destination was the beautiful Fenghuang in western Hunan,
where we could celebrate our perfect marriage amidst stunning scenery. So we departed from Shanghai, flew to Zhangjiajie, and after a bumpy four-
hour bus ride, finally arrived in beautiful Fenghuang in the afternoon. First, we checked into
the hotel , and my wife, unable to contain her excitement, dragged me to explore the beautiful scenery and delicious food of Fenghuang town. We also
found a local travel agency and booked a trip for the next few days, including a day trip to Wulong Mountain outside the town to "
suppress bandits ." The owner strongly recommended it, saying it was a newly developed scenic spot with beautiful scenery and few tourists,
which suited us perfectly, as we had traveled to many places across the country and were tired of crowded tourist attractions
.
On the morning of the third day, at 8 a.m. sharp, we set off from a place called Hongqiao in Fenghuang. After more than an hour
of bumpy mountain roads, we reached a point where the car could go no further. Our group of seven or eight tourists, led by our guide,
began our "Wulong Mountain Bandit Suppression," which was basically just winding through the mountains. Fortunately, the scenery was quite nice, but
the road was extremely difficult to traverse; in some places, there was no road at all, and the edges were sheer cliffs, making it quite dangerous. Along the
way , we didn't encounter a single soul besides ourselves; it was indeed very remote. Since my wife and I
don't usually exercise, our physical fitness is quite average, and we couldn't keep up with the other university student tourists. We gradually
fell behind them. The guide reassured us, "It's alright, I'll take them ahead. There's only one path; we
'll reach the place where we'll have lunch at the farmhouse at the end. Don't worry." We agreed, relaxing.
The farmhouse food wasn't much anyway; it didn't matter if we ate early or late. So we stopped rushing and slowed down,
enjoying the scenery and taking photos along the way. In a short while, they had all disappeared.
After walking for about half an hour, my wife suddenly blushed and said shyly, "Honey, I...
I need to pee...what should I do?" I couldn't help but chuckle, "What should we do? Just take care of it here." I looked up and
surveyed the terrain. We were halfway up the mountain; the path behind us was clear, and there was no one around. There was
a sharp bend , so relieving ourselves there shouldn't be a problem. My wife hesitated, looking at me. I reassured her, "No one's around. I'll
watch the road ahead for you. Hold on tight." I quickened my pace, reached the bend, and took the lead,
pulling out my penis and relieving myself. Just then, I saw my wife bite her lip helplessly, look around, find
a tree near the foot of the hill, pull down her jeans, squat down, and start urinating. Her white buttocks were exposed, creating a picturesque scene against
the backdrop mountains and water. As we were admiring this, suddenly two people jumped down from the tree where my wife was urinating,
shouting at her, "How can you urinate anywhere! You're ruining the feng shui!!" I had a bad feeling. It turned out that the tree was right next to
the hillside , and I had only been paying attention to the path ahead and behind me, not expecting anyone to fall from the sky in this remote place. The two men were dressed in very shabby clothes. One had a full beard and was probably in his forties, while the other was in his early thirties,
tall and thin, and they were lecherously staring at my wife's exposed buttocks. Looking at my wife, she was almost fainting from the shock of this unexpected event . She was
still urinating, probably because she had been holding it in for too long, and urine had spilled all over the ground. It wasn't until the bearded man
squatted down in front of her, staring maliciously at her crotch, that she remembered her situation. She quickly stood up,
pulled up her underwear, and was about to pull up her jeans when the bearded man ripped off her belt, saying menacingly, "Why don't
you talk and just leave after you've finished?" Seeing there was no escape, the wife, her face flushed, held up her pants
and pitifully replied, "B-Brother, I'm sorry... there's no restroom, I... I really... I really
can't hold it in." Her voice trailed off, barely audible. The bearded man asked again, "What are you doing here alone?" The wife
, her eyes brimming with tears replied, "I'm here to fight bandits... no... I'm here for tourism." She paused briefly, then raised her voice, "
And my husband!" She looked ahead, searching for me, and called my name.
But I was caught in a fierce internal struggle. Wasn't this exactly what I'd been hoping for? Besides, even if I went out now, I could
n't defeat these two mountain folk. Just as I was pondering this, the bearded man stepped forward and slapped my wife. "Still lying! Your
husband's over there!" My wife, terrified, covered her face with one hand and pulled up her pants with the other, tears streaming down her face. I was furious and
debating whether to show myself when the bearded man said again, "Come on, down there!" I looked down and saw
a simple wooden hut about ten meters down the hillside, probably an abandoned hut used for watching over the mountains or crops. They wanted to take my wife
inside... I suddenly decided to stay put and observe. At that moment, the two men dragged my wife away.
Just as she was about to resist, the taller man waved his hand as if to hit her. My wife quickly gave up and obediently let herself be pulled into the hut.
After a while, I tiptoed after them and peeked through a crack in the wall. There was a wooden bed inside
. The bearded man sat on the edge of the bed, his wife stood in front of him with her head bowed, and the tall man stood guard at the door. The bearded man said, "
You've ruined our feng shui. What are you going to do about it?" His wife murmured, "I...I'll...I'll pay." "
Where's the money?" My wife frantically rummaged in her pockets, only managing to pull out a few dozen yuan. All the money was in my pocket. Even though my
wife is thirty, she's still like a child, relying on me for everything.
So whenever we go out together, she basically doesn't carry any money. The bearded man slapped the money out of my wife's hand and
said viciously, "Do you think I'm a beggar? If you don't have money, let us have our way with you a couple of times, to cheer you up." He
then grabbed my wife and pulled her into his arms, his left hand already inside her underwear, groping her. My wife was terrified and about to scream
when the tall man rushed over, waving his hand and threateningly shouting, "Scream and we'll kill you!" My wife was clearly frightened and dared not scream
again, only silently weeping as a symbolic resistance. The bearded man and the tall man attacked her from
both sides, kissing and groping her indiscriminately. In a short while, my wife was completely naked, unsure whether to cover her upper or
lower body with her hands. At this moment, the bearded man stopped what he was doing, quickly pulled down his pants, and leaned against the bed. "You bitch,
come here!" His wife, sobbing, obediently walked to the bedside. The bearded man suddenly grabbed her hair, forced her head towards
his penis, and said, "Eat it!"My wife struggled, but the bearded man slapped her again. She dared not resist any longer,
crying and resignedly bringing his penis to her mouth. (Here I should introduce my wife; she's a recognized beauty at
her workplace, about 1.68 meters tall and weighing around 100 pounds, with very smooth skin. I have to...)
He stripped her naked and held her in his arms to sleep. Clearly, the bearded man's penis smelled incredibly foul. Before even touching it, my wife showed
disgust . After a slight hesitation, the bearded man snorted, and she quickly put it in her mouth. Then, she
opened her mouth as wide as possible, swallowing the glans, holding the penis with her hand, and sucking on the glans continuously. I heard the bearded man
moaning softly. His penis was so large that my wife's small mouth could only swallow less than half of it.
The contrast between his dark penis and her fair and beautiful face was striking. I saw my wife kneeling on the ground serving him like a dog;
the scene was so lewd that I couldn't help but take out my rock-hard penis and gently stroke it.
My wife made sucking sounds, her small mouth forming an "O" shape, trying her best to take his penis in, but she didn't
know much about technique. Combined with the bearded man's unusually large penis, the corners of my wife's mouth were almost squeezed open. After a while,
the bearded man rolled off the bed, threw his wife onto it, face up, and held her head off the edge. Then he
thrust forward, plunging his penis a third of the way in, all the way to the back of her throat. He continued thrusting
in and out, his wife's lips stretched to their limit, her nose turned up, and she almost stopped breathing.
She wanted to vomit but couldn't, like a blown-up doll being played with. At this point, the tall man couldn't hold back any longer. He
quickly took off his clothes, rushed onto the bed, grabbed his wife's buttocks, and buried his head between her legs, busying himself. I think
he thrust for about ten minutes. His wife's face was flushed. I saw the bearded man's penis vibrate violently inside her mouth.
I knew he had ejaculated in my wife's mouth. He pulled his penis out and yelled at his wife to swallow the semen and
not spit it out. Because she was face up and couldn't struggle, she could only swallow it with tears in her eyes. But there was so much semen
that a lot still dripped from the corners of her mouth. Then, the tall man gradually moved upwards, frantically sucking on her
firm breasts, his hands caressing her up and down, two dark fingers slowly moving in and out of her vagina. His wife
's struggles grew weaker and weaker, her will began to crumble, and she started to moan softly.
Seeing his opportunity, the tall man pulled his wife's buttocks inwards, lifted her legs, looked at her vulva,
and laughed: "You're all wet, still pretending to be innocent." With a "plop," his penis slid in.
"Ah..." his wife screamed, realizing she had been truly raped. The tall man panted heavily; after
all, where else could he taste the beauty of such a city woman, especially since his wife was so alluring?
He thrust in and out forcefully, his large penis repeatedly entering and exiting my wife's vagina with great force each time, the shaft
plunging deep into her clitoris with a "thump-thump" sound. "Oh..." The intense pleasure overwhelmed my wife, making her forget her current
predicament. She only felt waves of heat continuously flowing from inside her vagina. Perhaps unable to withstand the
waves , she struggled to escape the tall man's final thrusts. But the tall man wouldn't let her go, grabbing her thighs and
thrusting for at least ten minutes before a surge of heat shot into my wife's uterus. I saw her spasm, her entire uterus
and vagina seeming to contract, her body going limp as she lay on the wooden bed.
At this point, the bearded man had rested enough and moved next to my wife, commanding, "Get up and lie down."
My wife knew that struggling would be pointless, so she had no choice but to obediently turn over and lie face down on the bed. "Let's try something different, do it from behind,
" the bearded man mocked with a grin. "I saw you were moaning quite enthusiastically earlier." The wife, speechless with shame, knew
she couldn't escape being raped again, and tears streamed down her face. The bearded man said, "Don't cry! Otherwise, we
'll lock you up forever and fuck you every day, since no one will know." The wife trembled; this was the most terrifying part. The bearded man groped
her full buttocks. The wife trembled all over, turning back timidly to say, "Brother, please let me go! I...
I've already been... taken once..." "That doesn't count!" the bearded man said. "If you keep babbling, I'll fuck you to death!" He
then commanded, "Lift your ass up!" The wife reluctantly raised her round buttocks slightly. "Lift it higher!"
the bearded man said again. The wife had no choice but to comply. The bearded man knelt behind her, his hands caressing her buttocks, tracing the cleft
to her vulva, gently teasing her clitoris. My wife is usually afraid of me touching her there; she gets wet easily,
let alone after just one encounter. After being touched by the bearded man for a few moments, she let out a low moan, her vulva immediately
becoming wet , **illegal content** mixed with the tall man's semen flowing down her thighs. "Good cunt!" the bearded man exclaimed,
thrusting his penis in. My wife couldn't help but scream "Ah!"—a scream of humiliation
and a scream of pleasure from her vulva. Since the bearded man had already ejaculated once, he thrust in and out slowly and deliberately, his penis
so deep that his wife even had to stand on tiptoe. He kept slapping her snow-white buttocks,
leaving . His wife was clearly gradually feeling pleasure. Although she knew that the person behind her wasn't her husband, the intense pleasure in her lower body still made
her moan loudly, "Ah...ah...oh...uh..." Her cries encouraged the bearded man,
who thrust even harder. He wanted to conquer this city woman. "Ah...ah..." his wife cried out, "Be gentle
...ah...I...I can't take it anymore...you're too rough..." The bearded man said with a grin, "You're
much better than my wife. I've never been inside such a comfortable vagina!"
His wife cried out even louder. To the bearded man, her voice only increased his excitement. He quickly
reached his climax, "Ah..." and ejaculated deep inside his wife's vagina once again. My poor
wife, sprayed with the bearded man's semen, felt a tingling, numbing sensation in her clitoris, reaching another climax. Both collapsed onto
the bed, the bearded man's penis still inside her vagina; he didn't want to pull it out. I know that feeling; it
's so pleasurable inside, I often do it myself. At this moment, the tall man, who had been unable to restrain himself any longer,
shoved his slightly erect penis into my wife's mouth. After her climax, my wife was completely limp, with no strength to resist,
only able to let his penis swell in her mouth. A moment later, the tall man pressed her back onto the bed, calmly raping her,
and she no longer had the strength to even moan. All I could hear were the "thump-thump" sounds of two bodies colliding and
the "sizzling" sounds of penises entering and exiting her vagina. Peeping outside, I saw my wife being
repeatedly , and I couldn't help but ejaculate, feeling an unprecedented pleasure…i=59>? ? After another round of ravaging, the two mountain men finally abandoned my wife and left, satisfied. My wife quickly tidied herself up, while I pretended not to know where she was. I walked a distance from the cabin and started shouting her name at the top of my lungs until I "successfully" found her. I pretended to be very angry: "Why are you wandering around?"

"Where did you go?" My wife explained that she realized I was missing after she finished peeing, and since
there was no , she went back to look for me...

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