JC was raped

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From a certain perspective, humans actually understand their own bodies the least. In the 21st century, when humanity has turned its gaze to outer space, the causes of many diseases remain inexplicable in medicine. The origins of sexual desire—whether it's psychological or depends on neural units—remain a subject of much debate. Therefore, I can't understand how I could achieve an erection within ten minutes of being manipulated by clients. I vaguely feel that the combined stimulation from the G-spot and other sensitive areas accelerated the process.

The G-spot refers to the point of sexual pleasure, generally located at the nipple, perineum, and in men, the glans penis and the base of the prostate. In women, it includes the area behind the ears and even certain areas on the back. Sensitive areas, on the other hand, have a much broader scope, mainly concentrated in the throat, armpits, inner thighs, and soles of the feet. Some individuals are so extreme that they cannot even tolerate being touched by strangers, otherwise they will experience a strong reaction. Physiologically, the G-spot and sensitive areas partially overlap, but there are still certain differences.

By this time, I was already out of breath. Liu Yue and the cowboy stood on either side of the wire bed, each grabbing one of my legs, which were dangling high due to the bindings, and rubbing my extremely sensitive soles with their fingernails and toothbrushes. The man in the jacket and the man with glasses were naturally not idle either; they also stood on either side, scratching and tickling the area from my armpits to my waist.

What I found most unbearable was that the client who had forced a banana into my anus earlier had never shown his face to me. His methods were even more cunning and vicious. The rope had spread my legs apart at a large obtuse angle, leaving my inner thighs completely exposed, while his hands gently slid along the sides of my scrotum and around my anus with extremely light pressure. Often, just as I felt the stimulation coming, it would suddenly disappear without a trace, and just as I relaxed my guard, a new stimulation would appear in another spot.

To prevent me from screaming, my mouth was gagged again, this time with the white socks that had been taken off earlier. Both socks were shoved into my mouth, filling it completely, making it difficult to even swallow. I was relieved that I didn't have sweaty feet; the socks didn't smell bad, only a faint leather scent, the smell of police boots. First my own underwear, then my own socks—the feeling of shame far outweighed any aversion to the smell.

The clients, along with Liu Yue, kept violating my sensitive areas with their hands, asking me every few seconds, "What's your name?" Liu Yue told me that if I wanted to answer, nodding was the signal.

Even with a one in ten thousand chance of escaping, I refused to yield. But as time passed, my will crumbled little by little under the onslaught of wave after wave of sexual pleasure. My hands, tightly bound by ropes, would clench into fists one moment, then stretch out their fingers the next. My feet, similarly bound, tensed at the arches. This posture, maintained for so long, left my entire body stiff. Unfortunately, the violated areas remained sensitive, making me truly experience a fate worse than death.

This feeling of being worse than death meant that a high-ranking police officer was struggling under the sexual abuse of criminals; that someone with agile skills was rendered helpless by ropes; that a mentally sound young man was being played with by another man; that a resolute law enforcement officer had all his weaknesses exploited by his adversaries.

My mind was blurred by the intense itching, teetering on the edge of unconsciousness yet still retaining the sensitivity of my nerve endings. My consciousness seemed to leave my body, drifting to the ceiling, witnessing a horrifying scene—a young policeman, with a masculine face and a tall, imposing figure, bound in an extremely lewd position by two strands of rope. A sock in his mouth was suffocating him, and hands roamed over his body, belonging to criminals. Most striking was the gleaming metal insignia on his torn uniform, a stark reminder of the victim's profession. At this moment, the dignified uniform was utterly powerless against the perverse abuse; the young officer's naked body trembled incessantly in the torment of lust.

A glistening liquid slid from the corner of my eye—not the semen I had ejaculated earlier, but a tear of humiliation shed in despair. Before the increasingly rapid assault, I finally nodded, abandoning all dignity.

The sock was pulled out of my mouth. I took a breath and said in a barely audible voice, "My name... is... Li Hanyu." This was an extremely shameful beginning for me. Although my name wasn't confidential, from this moment on, the police had essentially bowed their once proud heads to a lawbreaker.

"Very good!" Liu Yue smiled smugly. "So it's Officer Li. What's your rank?" Having overcome the initial psychological struggle, my answers were smoother afterward, at least the shame wasn't as intense as it had been at first.

"Second-level... Superintendent."

"How old are you this year?"

"27."

"That's more like it," Liu Yue said with a triumphant expression, then suddenly changed the subject, "Officer Li, when was the last time you masturbated?" "What?" I stared at him wide-eyed. What kind of question was that? Although I had a premonition that this insidious opponent would definitely cause trouble and embarrass me, I didn't expect the dilemma to come so quickly. For a lawbreaker to ask a policeman such a perverted question was itself a challenge to the sacred law. I absolutely could not answer!

"Confess now!" Liu Yue and the clients resumed their actions.

My breathing quickened; their movements felt like a death knell. Their teasing of my body instantly extinguished any lingering thought of resistance. What I found most unbearable was the clients' deliberate use of the professional term "confess" to interrogate me. This was something police officers used when interrogating criminals, and now the police were the ones being interrogated. The huge disparity in our status left me gasping for breath, repeatedly crying out, "Stop, stop!" "Then tell me quickly." Liu Yue showed no sign of stopping.

"I'll talk, I'll talk, it was the day before yesterday." Bound and unable to move, I had no choice but to accept my fate.

"What?"

"No, no, yesterday, it was yesterday." I had been completely defeated by the sexual abuse and was forced to tell the truth.

"They say cops are all psychopaths, all respectable on the outside, just messing around with themselves all the time." The cowboy chuckled coldly. His eyes darted around, and he scrubbed my soles with his toothbrush several times, asking, "What's your wife's name?" "My wife?" I was startled, my mind racing, trying to figure out the client's intentions.

The cowboy noticed my hesitation and didn't give me much time to think. He increased the frequency of the toothbrush scrubbing my soles. "Will you tell me or not?" "No! I'll tell you, I'm not married yet." My thoughts were a jumbled mess; I could only take it one step at a time.

"What about your girlfriend?" the cowboy persisted.

"This..."

"Don't want to confess?"

"Ah! Stop! Her name is Zhou Chenhong."

"Zhou Chenhong? Nice name, what does she do?"

"She's the deputy captain of the female special police team." "

So she's a female special police officer, her figure must be top-notch, I like her." The bespectacled man interjected, "Have you done it?" "What?" I didn't react for a moment, and was immediately ravaged again. The questions from the clients became more and more indecent. If I hesitated even slightly, several hands would act at the same time. They had identified my weakness, and when I answered the first question, it meant that I, the police officer, had already surrendered to the lawbreakers. No matter how explicit or shameless their questions were, I had no choice but to answer.

"So it seems this female SWAT officer is still a virgin." The bespectacled man lewdly touched my penis, making me shudder and almost ejaculate again. "You're such a useless kid. Can't you get hard at crucial moments? Do you only feel anything when you're tied up and touched by men?" My relationship with Zhou Chenhong was nothing like what the clients imagined. She came from a military family and was a battalion commander in the army before transferring to the Public Security Bureau. She received years of disciplined military education and had extremely strong moral values. Because of her good figure and beautiful appearance, she was known as the "Flower of the Fleet" when she served in the Navy, but she remained chaste and never even dated. Later, she was injured during training and was promoted ahead of schedule to join the female SWAT team. She quickly rose to the rank of deputy captain, a much higher rank than me, a regular police officer. To be honest, it made me quite proud in the bureau that she became my fiancée.

Zhou Chenhong fell in love with me because during a joint anti-drug operation, I took a knife for her from a drug dealer. The knife injured my arm, but it deeply moved her. Afterward, she frequently came to me under various pretexts to discuss work, and over time, we established a romantic relationship. On one occasion, I asked her, "In that situation, any policeman would have stepped in to take that knife. Would you have developed feelings for me too?" Zhou Chenhong's answer shocked me. "First of all, not everyone dares to take that knife. Secondly, I believe in first impressions. Finally, if you like someone, you like them; there's no logic to it." She captivated me. Naturally, I didn't object to her suggestion that we save our first time for our wedding night. I knew she was my goddess, and I couldn't allow myself to have any disrespectful thoughts.

I didn't tell my clients the whole story; they wouldn't be interested anyway. These perverts aren't purely homosexual. Their wanton assault on me tonight was partly out of revenge against the police, and partly to force me into submission. They enjoy the process of torture and rape, and don't care whether their victims are male or female; wearing a police uniform excites them. From this perspective, Zhou Chenhong, also a police officer, is definitely attractive.

Although it was only verbal harassment, judging from the expressions on the clients' faces, they had clearly fantasized about Zhou Chenhong, repeatedly reenacting certain filthy and shameless scenes in their minds.

How could I allow others to defile my fiancée? Even fantasizing is a huge trampling on my dignity, let alone this desecration and fantasizing coming from several psychologically disturbed clients. These people hurled countless vulgarities at me, constantly interspersed with the name "Zhou Chenhong," which made me uncontrollably furious.

Normally, I would hang them up one by one and teach them a lesson with electric batons, letting them taste the burning sensation of their skin, before throwing them into prison to experience the darkness of life behind bars. However, the cruel reality made me so desperate that even the blood flowing in my body seemed to freeze. The ropes binding my hands and feet rendered me powerless, and my half-nakedness made all the humiliation converge. The clients, facing the police who had once chased them, had already caused me, who had no sexual experience, to ejaculate in a masochistic climax before even starting to rape them.

And the subsequent assaults targeting my physical weaknesses shattered my supposedly unbreakable psychological defenses. Under the intense threat of sexual abuse, I chose to bow my head and let the clients delve deeper into my fiancée's background, including her age, height, weight, bust, waist, hip measurements, shoe size... they even asked about the brand of her bra and the color of her underwear.

The man in the jacket even started asking about Zhou Chenhong's exact menstrual cycle dates again. Some of these dates I knew, others I didn't even know. Even during the honeymoon phase, if I were to ask questions about bras, underwear, and menstruation, the dashing and skilled female SWAT deputy captain would surely be happy to beat me black and blue.

For the questions I couldn't answer, under the repeated stimulation of my sensitive areas by the clients, I could only make things up. They had no way to verify them anyway. I desperately hated my own submission; this was tantamount to cooperating with clients to molest my fiancée. Was I even a man?

When the questions about Zhou Chenhong had run out and were no longer interesting, Liu Yue stopped the clients from going any further. He stared into my eyes and asked, word by word, "Officer Li, so far, your obedience has satisfied me. Next, we're going to gang rape you. Are you willing?" Liu Yue's words were like a bullet to my heart; my heart suddenly felt like it had stopped beating. Was it

finally coming? Was the greatest humiliation I had always feared finally about to arrive?

"Tell me, you policeman, do you willingly allow us to gang rape you?" Liu Yue repeated his question, deliberately emphasizing the words "policeman" and "gang rape."

If this was a question, how was I supposed to answer? Should I say no, as I would? Even as a policeman, stripped naked and bound, what ability did I have to resist? Should I say yes? If I said yes, would it still be gang rape?

Wouldn't this simply become a consensual sex game between a lawbreaker and a policeman?

Liu Yue stared intently at the constantly shifting expressions on my face. His plan was to trap me in a dilemma, making me a complete sex slave, both physically and mentally, so that a policeman would be completely obedient to a lawbreaker.

No! I would never answer. This was completely different from how they tortured Zhou Chenhong before!

Once I answered, regardless of the answer, the outcome would be the same, but the psychological impact would be different—a policeman caught in a crime and gang-raped would certainly feel incredibly humiliated, but compared to the shame of a policeman personally consenting to being gang-raped, the former would be far less psychologically traumatic. However, if my answer were negative, or even if I vehemently condemned the assault, then my previous compromise would be worthless, and the clients would undoubtedly exploit my physical weaknesses even more severely, torturing my sensitive areas.

Just as I hesitated, the cowboy said dismissively, "Old Liu, that's where you're wrong. Since it's gang rape, it couldn't have been done with his consent. Why waste your breath on this stinky cop? Just rape him. He's tied up like this, are you afraid he'll resist?" As he spoke, he started to untie the ropes binding my hands and feet. The bespectacled man asked in bewilderment, "If we untie him, I'm afraid..." The cowboy said as he untied, "In this position, it's no problem to torture this stinky cop, but raping him will be a bit difficult..." He was right. I was tied to the wire bed with my face up, and my hands and feet were pulled to both sides of the headboard. This position forced every sensitive part of my body to be abused. The only problem was that during anal sex, it was difficult for the person penetrating to control the angle. Unless the clients chose to stand on the bed or stand on tiptoe, they might lose their barrier and fall on top of me if they weren't careful. I didn't expect that the cowboy, despite his rugged appearance, was so thoughtful about details.

The bespectacled man asked again, "So, what are you planning to do...?"

The cowboy had already untied my feet, and my legs, which had been dangling in the air for almost an hour, were finally down. Then he started to untie the ropes binding my hands, saying, "Just tie that stinky cop's hands behind his back again, make him lie on the ground with his ass sticking up, isn't that enough?" The position he designed was indeed very convenient for anal penetration, but it also gave me an opportunity to escape.

Now, my legs were free. As soon as he untied my hands, I could suddenly jump out of bed, push aside the customers blocking the door, and escape before they could react. Or, with my years of hard-earned skills, I could easily capture one of the customers, use him as a hostage, and make the others hesitate to act, allowing me to turn the tide and get away. I might even have the chance to threaten the customers into handing over their phones containing videos of me being naked, bound, and sexually abused, as well as my police trousers.

They had humiliated me for an hour, but it hadn't caused me any physical harm. My stamina was more than sufficient, and I was confident I could control the situation. When the time came, I would make the clients pay a heavy price for their actions tonight. As for Liu Yue, hehe, the methods I used on him would make him regret everything he had done!

With my plan finalized, I held my breath, waiting for the moment I was completely untied. At that moment, I was inwardly relieved that the clients were inexperienced. If the cowboy had tied my feet up as well as my hands, I would have lost my chance. Fortunately, they didn't seem to have considered that.

My right hand was untied, and I secretly breathed a sigh of relief. The high-intensity exercise I had maintained daily since graduating from police academy had paid off; the feeling of poor blood circulation wasn't very strong, which meant I had regained control of my body. Ironically, the clients, including Liu Yue, were completely unaware. This was a golden opportunity for me to regain control of the police force and launch a decisive counterattack against lawbreakers.

Just as the cowboy took the rope off my left hand and hadn't had a chance to tie me up again, in the blink of an eye, this was the opportunity I had been waiting for, and I wasn't about to let it slip away.

At that moment, I forcefully mobilized all my strength, my abdominal muscles exploding with energy, executing a perfect "carp leap," my entire body springing into the air. I then crouched down, my feet landing on the wire bed in a flash, punching the unsuspecting cowboy to the ground. Then I pounced on the bespectacled man standing beside the bed. From being untied to throwing a punch to leaping forward, it all took me less than two seconds; my honed physical abilities allowed me to move with ease.

In terms of distance, Liu Yue and the jacketed man were actually closer, but I still chose the bespectacled man as my target. This was because, firstly, he was the thinnest, and secondly, from the tone of the other clients' conversations, I vaguely sensed that he seemed to have the wealthiest background among them. Holding him hostage would be more advantageous for executing my second plan.

In my quickly formulated escape plan, the first option was, of course, to storm out the door. However, this had a drawback: what to do with being completely naked from the waist down after escaping? In today's information age, anyone who witnesses a man in a police uniform walking by naked from the waist down would consider it sensational news and would report it through every possible channel. Within an hour, such news would be all over the internet. What would my colleagues think if they saw it?

In comparison, the second option, subduing one of the clients to get his pants and shoes back, seemed more feasible. Everyone inside was stunned by my sudden outburst. They never expected that the police, who had been tightly bound and sexually abused for over an hour, would seize the only opportunity to fight back. As I rapidly approached, I even saw the confusion and fear in the bespectacled man's eyes. I could imagine that the others looked the same way.

The bespectacled man, probably used to a life of luxury, had forgotten even the most basic instinct to dodge in the face of such a sudden turn of events. He was no match for me. I was confident that I could easily subdue such a guy without any effort.

Everything unfolded exactly as I had planned. I leaped off the bed, barely managing to get past Liu Yue and the man in the jacket. The man in the cowboy's denim jacket and another client, who had been hiding out of my sight, were on the other side of the bed, powerless to stop me. As I reached out, the man with glasses was within reach of my throat. I was about to execute a skillful chokehold and then hide behind his human shield.

However, something completely unexpected happened. As I lunged forward, a sharp, tearing pain shot through my groin—or rather, my penis, a constricting pain. I screamed, my body arching in pain. At the same time, someone immediately realized what was happening and grabbed my neck. Then came a flurry of footsteps, and the clients' fists and feet rained down on me.

The excruciating pain in my lower body rendered me unable to resist, and I was quickly surrounded and beaten to the ground by the clients. They retied my hands behind my back, and even bound my feet. They pulled me up from the ground, forcing me to kneel. With my hands bound behind my back, my forehead pressed against the cold cement floor. After the dizziness subsided, I finally understood why my plan had failed.

It turned out that a thin rope had been tied to my penis, and the perverted clients had tied the other end of the rope to the foot of the bed. When I jumped off the bed, the rope tightened, and my penis was immediately constricted. I hadn't anticipated this oversight, which ultimately led to my failure. I was once again bound hand and foot, becoming a prisoner of the clients.

Two of the clients held me down forcefully, while the rest of them punched and kicked me, venting their anger. They beat me until my mouth bled and I almost passed out. Just as my body was going limp, I heard the sound of someone unbuckling a belt behind me. I tried to struggle, but someone grabbed my hair and pulled my head off the ground. Then they pinched my cheeks tightly and covered my nostrils, forcing me to open my mouth. A smelly athletic sock was forcibly stuffed into my mouth. I realized that this wasn't my sock, and as soon as that thought crossed my mind, my anus loosened, and the banana that had been inserted was pulled out. I let out a muffled groan; the feeling of it being pulled out was unbearable!

"You stinky cop, you asked for this!" the cowboy's voice rang out behind me. Then he put his hands on my waist, and I felt something lightly touch me near my anus, as if it were alive. When I realized with horror that it was the cowboy's penis, and instinctively tried to dodge, the clients holding me down on either side exerted force, pressing me back down to the point where my forehead touched the ground.

Completely immobilized, I was positioned with my buttocks raised high. The cowboy let out a low growl, but my screams were muffled by a stinky sock in my mouth. The most humiliating scene unfolded: the cowboy thrust his penis deep into my anus, tearing me open once more. The momentum of his thrust caused my forehead to scrape against the concrete floor, drawing blood. But the clients paid no heed. Amidst the animalistic panting filling the room, the cowboy began his piston-like thrusting.

For the next while, I was gang-raped by the clients in a "wheelbarrow" position. Pain and humiliation assaulted me alternately. I asked myself: Are there any other police officers in this world, bound hand and foot and gang-raped like this? If not, why did I suffer such a tragic fate?

During the long process of being gang-raped, I, a strong and healthy police officer, was repeatedly penetrated in the anus by the clients. Bound and tied up, I was deprived of any ability to resist, and could only endure as they ejaculated into my body time and time again. A police officer had become a tool for the lustful release of lawbreakers. This indescribable sense of humiliation drove me completely insane, madly sliding towards collapse.

[The End]

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