Rape on a sleeper train

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At that time, there were many people from Jiangxi working away from home, including quite a few women. Including my wife, there were about 12 women in total. Three or four were middle-aged women over 40, and three or four looked like young girls. However, people from Jiangxi generally aren't very good-looking; they're rather dark-skinned and thin. Besides my wife, who was quite attractive, there was only one other couple behind me. One of them, a woman around 25, was very voluptuous. I estimated her breasts to be at least a C cup or larger, full and round, like two small balls.

Nowadays, sleeper cars have three rows of seats. My seat was by the window, and my wife's was in the middle, both in the middle of the car.

Around 1 or 2 a.m., everyone on the car was half asleep. I vaguely felt the car stop, looked outside, and saw that it had exited the highway. My wife was sleeping soundly in the berth opposite me. I glanced at her and then went back to sleep.

Not long after, the bus stopped again. In my drowsy state, I heard the driver talking to someone, seemingly discussing prices. Then four or five people boarded, including what appeared to be a woman. They quickly passed by me and found seats at the back of the bus.

At night, there's usually a rule about who gets on the bus; large groups of men are often avoided, but a woman traveling with a passenger usually makes things easier. I hadn't expected these robbers to have considered this, actually bringing a female companion.

The noise woke me up. I glanced at the group and felt something was off. I quietly woke my wife and told her to put the money under the covers. I only had two hundred yuan in my purse; I was worried about thieves, so I just left some money there, thinking I could just let them steal a few if necessary.

A little while later, I heard voices from the back berths. It sounded like several deep voices were saying something; I only caught the words "money, money," "woman," and "back." I heard a woman's soft moan again, and cautiously turned my head. The scene before me stunned me:

four men held gleaming daggers, their tips flashing menacingly in the dim streetlights.

Two of the men were crouching between the couples behind me. One held a knife menacingly to the man's neck, and I heard him hiss, "I'm not going to kill anyone. Don't make a sound, or don't blame us for being ruthless!" He then pressed the knife against the man's neck and slashed it, drawing a trickle of blood.

Turning my head again, I saw another man groping the busty young woman, grabbing her necklace and watch. "Go to the back, go to the back," he said. The woman looked at her husband in terror. "What are you doing?" "Get up, come on, we need to search all the women in the back." He pulled and dragged the woman to her feet. She didn't dare resist and walked towards the back in a daze.

Another robber pulled a blanket over her husband's head, cursed something, and said, "Don't look! If you look, I'll stab you to death." I quickly turned around and saw my wife looking at me with a terrified expression. I whispered, "It's a robbery. Make the woman stand at the back for a body search." My wife opened her mouth wide but didn't say anything. Two robbers were already armed with knives, one in the left aisle and the other in the right aisle, creeping up.

At this moment, I glanced at the front of the bus and saw that the female robber was already sitting there, talking to the driver. The driver slowed down, and the bus was traveling at a steady pace of about 60 kilometers per hour on the national highway.

The passenger sleeping on the right was fast asleep; I didn't know if he was pretending or really asleep. The robber on the left first searched his bag, took out some things and stuffed them into his own bag, without waking him up. He probably didn't want to cause any trouble and just wanted to steal whatever he could.

The robbers on my side went straight here. I pretended to be asleep. I watched as one of them pulled my bag out from under the seat, rummaged through it, found about two hundred yuan, stuffed the bag back in, and walked to the next seat.

At that moment, the robber on my left went to my wife's bedside. My wife was trembling with fear. The robber took her earring, looked at her face, and then pushed her up, saying, "Go to the back, we'll search you! Come on." My wife was so scared she didn't know what to do and was pushed to the back without even looking at me.

I pretended to be asleep and moved my head to the side, stealing a glance at the back. What I saw was enough to make my blood boil:

the front of the sleeper car was divided into three rows, but the last row of seats was four rows together. Because there were fewer than 20 people sitting there, many of the back rows were empty.

The voluptuous young woman behind me was lying face down on the last row of seats on the right. Her jeans were pulled down to her knees, and her white underwear was tucked into her pants. Her top was pulled up, and the clasp of her bra was unhooked. A robber stood behind her, grabbing her waist and pulling her down so that her buttocks were right on the edge of the bed. By the light from the outside of the train, I could vaguely see the woman's genitals; they had very little hair, and they were as full as her breasts.

The robber, with his back to me, made a gesture of unzipping his pants, pulling something out of his crotch. He reached out and touched the woman's buttocks, then pressed his hands against her genitals, what appeared to be her labia majora, pretending to spread her vagina. He then grabbed his penis and tried to insert it into her vagina. I didn't hear the woman make a sound; I just saw the robber on top of her, raping her with apparent pleasure. For a moment, my eyes were bloodshot, and I completely forgot that my wife had also been taken to the back and searched.

Just then, two women, threatened by the robbers in front, came downstairs. I immediately curled up, no longer daring to look back.

About four or five minutes later, the robber who had raped the young woman came up and joined the robbery—there was a guy in the second row who looked like the boss, and several robbers were surrounding him, trying to squeeze more money out of him.

At that moment, I heard a woman's soft sobbing. I turned my head and glanced quickly, seeing the young woman who had been raped returning, her clothes disheveled, half-lying beside her husband, quietly sobbing.

Then I thought of my wife; surely she wouldn't have encountered such a thing.

While I was lost in thought, my wife also returned, head down. She glanced in my direction and noticed I was pretending to be asleep. She didn't come directly to me, but instead went to her seat, pulled out her bag, unpacked a pack of sanitary napkins, quickly pulled one out and stuffed it into her underwear, then ran to my bed, squeezed into the window seat, and hugged me tightly. Neither of us said a word.

About three or four minutes later, the robbers returned. My wife buried her head under the covers. Three of the robbers didn't stop but walked straight to the back. I thought they were leaving, but then I saw the last robber stop. I assumed they were going to rape my wife, but the last robber didn't even glance at me before squeezing to the back.

I heard one of the robbers say, "Come on, you go to the back too!" "Come on, come on!" the other robbers echoed.

Then I heard someone get up in the back, and immediately heard a young woman in the back pleading, "Don't do this, don't do this..." I thought the robbers were going to take the woman to the back to gang rape her again. I curled up, but then I heard someone behind me say, "Don't go, your husband can go." I then realized they were sending the woman's husband to the back to search him.

A moment later, I heard the suppressed sobs of the young woman in the back row. I couldn't resist and cautiously peeked out from the side. I saw the woman kneeling on the bed, her pants pulled down to her knees. A robber was raping her from behind, most of her full breasts exposed. The robber's hands were gripping her breasts, squeezing them hard as he raped her. The woman covered her face with her hands, sobbing uncontrollably, her body swaying back and forth with the robber's actions.

My wife clung to me in fear. The robbers' pace quickened, and I heard the young woman's sobs turn into muffled whimpers. "Waaah! Ugh..." The young woman let out a scream, then immediately suppressed it. All I heard were the robbers' suppressed yet incredibly pleasurable moans: "Ugh! Ugh!" Hearing this, my wife trembled involuntarily.

The rest was simple. The robbers got off the bus. The young woman in the back covered her face, too ashamed to face anyone. The others were still shaken, while several middle-aged women wore expressions of relief.

The driver asked everyone, but no one planned to report it. The amount stolen from each person ranged from a thousand to a couple hundred, and the young woman and her companion had gotten off as soon as they reached the city center.

A middle-aged woman in the front said to me, "You're alright, you only lost some money, you're safe. That woman was in a much worse situation." My wife nodded weakly, her face also pale.

After getting off the bus and returning to our accommodation, it was almost dawn. I was a little uneasy because my wife had made a gesture of putting away a sanitary napkin, which made me suspicious.

On the way back, I cautiously asked her if she had been harassed. She said that only a little over two hundred yuan had been stolen from her bag, and nothing else had happened. She did mention that a young woman in the back seat had been raped, but I was still suspicious: "Your breasts aren't small either, didn't that man get interested?" My wife then blushed and said that the robber had touched her breasts several times.

I asked again, "And down there?" My wife couldn't answer.

I bluntly said, "Honey, don't worry. I just wanted to get to the bottom of this. Even if you were gang-raped, I won't blame you; it's not your fault." Seeing my wife wavering, I added, "With my wife's looks, it would be a shame if they didn't rape her!" My wife asked me, half-annoyed, "Your wife was raped, and you seem quite pleased with yourself?" "Of course! Out of all the women on the bus, they chose you because you're pretty." "Pah! What kind of husband is that!" My wife laughed and tapped my forehead with her finger.

Seeing that my wife had let go of her inhibitions, I asked, "Were you really raped?" My wife's face changed, and she whispered, "I didn't dare resist; that man had a knife..." My wife recounted what happened on the bus:

the robber had taken a liking to my wife and wanted to rape her, so he used the excuse of searching her to push her to the back of the bus. While she was at the back, another robber was telling a young woman in the back seat to take off her pants. The woman pleaded desperately, but the robber pushed her onto the bed and pulled down her pants.

My wife absolutely refused, so the robber threatened her with a knife and said, "Anyway, no one can save you today. Either you cooperate, or I'll drag you to the middle of the car and rape you, making you too ashamed to show your face." I asked, "Did you spread your legs?" My wife blushed and replied, "Yes, I was afraid of being gang-raped... As soon as I spread my legs, he pressed his penis against my genitals, thrust a few times, and then went in." After saying that, my wife seemed to have used up all her strength and collapsed onto the bed.

So that's what happened. The robber didn't last long either, only about four or five minutes before he finished raping her. Basically, while I was watching the young woman being raped, my wife was also being raped by the robber on the bed to my left.

I suddenly remembered something: "Did you use a condom?" "No, I ejaculated inside." After a while, my wife said leisurely, "I ejaculated a lot, a huge puddle." "What are you using a sanitary napkin for?" My wife rolled her eyes at me: "It'll leak out." I took off my wife's pantyhose, pulled down her underwear to look, but found that the sanitary napkin was empty. I asked strangely, "Is there anything wrong?" My wife, blushing, whispered, "Help me up." Only then did I notice that my wife's lower abdomen was a little swollen and distended than usual.

My wife took a towel and placed it under her lower body, frowning as she carefully pressed on the bulging area of her lower abdomen. After only five or six presses, she heard a gurgling sound from her lower abdomen. She contracted her vagina forcefully a few times, and with intermittent gurgling sounds, a thick white liquid gushed from her vaginal opening. She pressed a few more times, painfully swelling her lower abdomen again, and then with a "plop," a gush of very thick white fluid spurted from her vagina. My wife

breathed a sigh of relief, blushing as she looked at me and said, "That man's testicles were huge, and he ejaculated a lot and very deeply. Honey, I won't get pregnant, will I?" It turned out that the robber's semen had been ejaculated into my wife's cervix, and because it was so thick and plentiful, it hadn't dissolved immediately, so it remained there, making her lower abdomen appear quite swollen. With so much semen entering the uterus, it was hard to say whether it would cause pregnancy.

Not long after, my wife did indeed become pregnant, but she secretly had an abortion
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