Rape in the fitting room

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I am Xinru, 20 years old, a junior at X University. A few days ago, I made plans with my boyfriend to go on a date this weekend. Looking at my class schedule, I didn't really want to attend my morning classes, so I skipped class and went to a clothing store a little far from the school to look for clothes to wear on the date.
"This one is nice, and this one is also very pretty..." I wandered around the huge ready-to-wear store alone, my eyes constantly searching for beautiful and suitable clothes, completely unaware that in the shadows, a pair of eyes were constantly following me.
I picked out a few clothes and headed to the fitting rooms. Each fitting room had a mirror outside, so I quickly checked myself against the clothes and, finding them acceptable, decided to go in and try them on. Suddenly, I felt someone watching me. I turned around and looked around. "Huh, nobody's here," I thought, puzzled. I walked to the railing and looked around again. To clarify, the store is divided into two floors. To protect the privacy of female customers, most of the women's clothing is displayed on the upper floor, while men's clothing and the cash registers are on the lower floor. It was a weekday, and apart from the cashiers, there was no one else in the store. I tilted my head and thought for a moment, "Maybe I'm just having an allergic reaction," then shook my head and headed back to the fitting rooms.
I went into the fitting room, hung up my clothes (it was winter, so I had a scarf wrapped around my neck), and hung it aside. I was about to take off my woolen short dress, the hem of which only reached my thighs, when I suddenly heard a man's voice: "Huiyi, Huiyi, Huiyi, which room are you in?" I didn't pay much attention at first; after all, it's normal for someone to be looking for someone trying on clothes in a clothing store. Maybe another customer had come in after I went into the fitting room. But the voice came closer and closer, and he started knocking on each door. When he knocked on my door, I reached out and grabbed the handle, saying, "Sorry, I'm not here." Soon after, the man left.
Just as I finished trying on an outfit and took it off, the door opened. "Huiyi, are you here?" A man rudely walked in and locked the door. I quickly pulled my clothes over my shoulder to cover myself. "Excuse me, you've got the wrong person. He's not in this room." "Oh, I'm so sorry, I made a mistake," the man apologized hastily, but his eyes kept roaming over me, making me very uncomfortable. "Could you please leave? I need to get dressed, or I'll scream!" "Oh, okay, I'm so sorry, I'll leave right away," the man said, but he didn't move.
"Get out, get out of here!" I raised my voice, hoping to scare the man away, but he took out a small knife from his pocket, held it to my neck, and grinned wickedly. "Little girl, cooperate obediently and you won't get hurt." Good heavens, this guy wasn't here to find anyone at all; he was a bad guy.
I panicked, my mind a jumbled mess, unable to utter a sound. The cold blade against my neck was terrifying. I stammered, "You...you want...what do you want to do...no...don't...do anything..." The man flashed what he thought was a handsome smile, but at the time, he looked like a lecherous bastard. He said softly, "Little girl, think about it. You're so pretty, of course I won't do anything to you. I'm just going to rape you. Just cooperate, and I'll let you go once I've had my fill." With that, he snatched my clothes and examined my body closely.
I instinctively tried to cover my breasts, but he stopped me, saying, "Don't move. It's not like I'll lose a piece of flesh if I take a look." The blade at my neck moved forward a little more. I was wearing a plain, pale yellow bra with matching panties, which showed off my 34B-23-32 figure. The black cotton thigh-high stockings I wore made me look even more sexy.
The man wasn't just staring at my almost naked body; his other hand was constantly groping my body. "Tsk tsk tsk, you really are a little slut. I noticed it when you were wiggling your butt. You got wet after just two touches." He pulled his fingers out of my panties and held them in front of my eyes, his fingers glistening. Although I was reluctant to admit it, I was indeed very sensitive, and my erogenous zones would involuntarily become wet when touched.
"Damn, that's sexy, I'm freezing!" The man noticed my scarf and ordered me to open my mouth, wrapping the scarf around my mouth to prevent me from making a sound. Then he tied my hands behind my back, flipped me over, and pressed me against the wall, exposing my white buttocks.
"Open your legs a little wider, do you want to suffer?" the man shouted. Fearing his lewdness, I stupidly opened my legs, letting him pull down my panties. The cold air made my moist labia tremble slightly. I shook my head, my shoulder-length hair falling loose, which further aroused the man's bestiality. He hurriedly pulled down the zipper and pulled out his dark penis, which swayed straight against my buttocks. I was anxious and scared, but the space was too small, and I couldn't escape his grasp. The fitting room was at the deepest part of the upper floor, and without making a lot of noise, the shop assistants wouldn't notice anything unusual.
Suddenly, I felt a thick, hot, rod-like object piercing my honeypot. Overwhelmed by the humiliation, I shed tears of shame. After the man reached the very end, he didn't pull out immediately. He used his penis to feel the temperature inside my body. "Oh, so good, you're so tight," he said, taking a slow breath before beginning to thrust violently. With each thrust, my body swayed involuntarily, and the man took the opportunity to pull down the cups of my bra, roughly pinching my nipples. My saliva soaked my scarf, but I couldn't make a sound, letting the man run rampant over my body.
I was reluctant to admit it, but as he thrust, I began to feel an orgasm, though I was still mentally resisting. "I was raped, I was raped," I kept repeating the same thought. The man's speed increased, and his breathing became heavy. I knew he was about to ejaculate.
I turned my head, looking at him with pitiful eyes, and made "woo...woo...woo..." sounds, hoping he wouldn't ejaculate inside me. But how could he understand? With a low growl, a surge of heat rushed into my core, and I reached my climax. I collapsed to my knees, powerless. The man untied his scarf and took my bra and panties with him. He waved my underwear in front of me, saying, "Little slut, keep this as a souvenir. If you dare call the police, I'll make you regret it." "That was great, I fucked a beauty," he lewdly chuckled as he left the fitting room. After resting briefly, I hurriedly put on my clothes and went home, washing myself thoroughly. I thought to myself, I will never go to that store again.

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