I was repeatedly raped by the same man. (Repost)

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For 11 years, I was repeatedly raped by the same man
. Yingxi, 25 years old, holds a Bachelor of Medicine degree from the University of Hong Kong, majoring in Obstetrics and Gynecology; she also holds a Bachelor of Chinese Medicine degree from the University of Hong Kong and has passed the examination of the Hong Kong Chinese Medicine Council to become a registered Chinese medicine practitioner in Hong Kong, also specializing in gynecology. I believe she is one of the few obstetricians and gynecologists in Hong Kong with degrees in both Chinese and Western medicine.
I am beautiful and pretty, but even more deadly is my naturally fiery figure, sexy and alluring. My large, watery eyes are paired with shoulder-length straight hair, a delicate and refined oval face, a high and straight nose, and thin lips that exude a noble and aggressive beauty.
I am tall, 173cm, and I love to wear 120-140mm Jimmy Choo and Christian Louboutin high heels, which not only show off my model figure but also highlight my domineering and unyielding nature.
My skin is as smooth as silk, as precious and delicate as exquisite jade. To have the privilege of holding my jade-like hands and savoring my subtle fragrance up close is the ultimate goal for countless men.
I am large-breasted, with a slender frame and a graceful figure, surpassing even Venus in beauty. In short: stunning, or to put it more profoundly: breathtaking!
My pink nipples are like budding flowers, perfectly set on my 36-inch D-cup, full and firm breasts. My waist is slender and delicate, my hips are soft and supple, my abdomen is flat and white, and my legs are long, round, and smooth—a perfect 43-inch masterpiece. I am absolutely flawless.
Regardless of age or gender, anyone who sees my beauty for the first time will be speechless for a few seconds, then whisper in admiration: "Ah! Such a beauty exists in the world!" Unfortunately
, my captivating beauty and fiery, sexy body have been controlled by an invisible hand since I was old enough to understand. I'm just a pet being kept... I don't even know who my master is. He built a strong firewall around me, isolating me from all men, blocking out all the lecherous men. Boys who even slightly disliked me would disappear within a day or two, their mouths swollen, noses bruised, and heads bleeding...
Beauty is fleeting; at the age of 14, my virginity was forcibly taken from me in a dark movie theater... and from then on, began 11 years of endless rape.
I've never seen this man, because each time I was violated in a dark, silent space, like Xu Zhu and the Princess of Xixia in an ice cave. Apart from bursts of ecstatic moans, we never spoke. I've always interacted with him solely through instinct and feeling...
Back in the day… I grew up in a very ordinary middle-class family, living with my parents in a 600-square-foot Hutchison House in Chun Man Court, Ho Man
Tin. I was a bright student, a top student at Diocesan Girls' School, always ranking first in my class. But after my father passed away when I was 13, our lives took a dramatic turn… By the time I entered secondary school, I had blossomed into a stunningly beautiful young woman with a hot and alluring figure. Every evening after school, the school gate was lined with luxury cars, with celebrities, aristocrats, wealthy young men, talent scouts, and producers lining up to see me… as numerous as the stars in the sky. Everyone knew that there was a young girl named Wei Yingxi at Diocesan Girls' School, as beautiful as a celestial maiden, whose fame had already swept Hong Kong by the age of 13.
On my 14th birthday, my mother took me to Nadaman in Island Shangri-La. I dressed up beautifully, wearing the sexy backless mini-dress my mother bought me at Shibuya 109. Mother and daughter enjoyed a sumptuous and expensive kaiseki meal, and the two of us even drank a whole bottle of Daiginjo sake. After dinner, we randomly picked an art film at Pacific Place to watch, and also wanted to relax for a while. There weren't many people in the theater for this film, and we chose seats in the very back row, right in the middle. There were only the two of us in the entire row. We were both slightly drunk and hot all over, so we lazily and casually half-reclined while watching the movie.
After a while, a man sat down next to me. The theater was so dark that I couldn't see his face clearly. About 10 minutes later, a warm hand was placed on my bare shoulder. I was startled, but I didn't dare to make a sound. I continued to watch the screen, shrinking back in fear. Two minutes later, another hand was placed directly on my smooth, hot thigh, gently stroking it. Instinctively, I grabbed his hand and continued pretending to watch the movie. But his strong arms tightened, pulling me into his embrace. I was held tightly, his shirt almost completely unbuttoned, his firm, bare chest muscles burning against my shoulder skin—it felt so sweet. His palm slowly swept down, caressing my breasts, which weren't bra-bound, gently squeezing and grasping them. My delicate breasts were immediately completely captured. He indulged in savoring their fullness and elasticity, while also lewdly kneading my unprotected, tender nipples. I symbolically and weakly grabbed the devil's hand in front of my chest, struggling for a moment. The caresses of this master of seduction left me weak all over, and desire began to burn from my womb. I bit my lower lip, my pretty face flushed, and I nestled against his chest, enjoying my first caress. Unexpectedly, at this moment, my mother whispered in my ear that she needed to use the restroom… my god? She actually abandoned me at this crucial moment!
The first time my nipples were touched felt like an electric shock; the pleasurable and sweet sensation shot directly to my brain and continued to spread. I questioned how a pure and innocent high-achieving student could have such a lewd physiological reaction when being molested… The man sensed the “you are welcome” signal from my nipples, and with his other hand, he encouraged me even more by pulling up my loose short skirt, easily lifting it to my thighs. My smooth and slender legs were completely exposed. His palm swept deep into my thighs, his fingers attacking like piano keys… His other hand tightly kneaded and rubbed my full breasts. It felt so good… Oh my, it’s incredible… a wet and hot tongue was licking my small pink nipples… Ah! So sweet, so sweet…
His body, like a search engine, relentlessly caressed every inch of my skin. Every touch felt like a direct current, electrifying my virgin heart… making me dizzy, amused, and excited… I was conquered, captured, and unable to extricate myself. I tasted the pleasure of caressing for the first time, and I willingly offered my first kiss. My soft, boneless, alluring body clung to his embrace, my hot, cherry-like lips trembling proudly… He kissed me, gently nibbling at my thin upper lip. I opened my red lips in ecstasy, welcoming his tender, full tongue deep into my mouth… teasing and sucking… a passionate, frenzied kiss, we didn't let a single drop of each other's saliva go to waste… We both wanted to possess each other, to devour everything about each other! He wanted to keep the other person inside him forever…
He kneaded my exposed, firm breasts, scooping them up from below, kneading, kissing, licking, and even biting them with abandon. The way he kneaded them was no longer ordinary caressing—it was ravaging. But it turned out I… actually quite liked this violence… He rubbed my already very full breasts until they were even more swollen and bursting.
Under this three-dimensional ravaging, my quiet valley had become a raging swamp, streams of fluid gushing from my body, soaking the velvet seat.
He gently pulled down my soaked panties and put them in his pocket, then quickly pulled down his pants, taking out his hard, erect penis. Wow… so big, so hard, so long, so hot! My inner lust could no longer be hidden. I greedily grabbed his throbbing penis and frantically rubbed it, semen flowing from the glans, wetting my delicate hands. I even became so lewd that I bent down to lick the slippery semen, trying my best to swallow and suck that magnificent penis, greedily rubbing the urethral opening with my throat.
He patted my bare buttocks, gesturing for me to sit on him. I hesitated for a moment, then he pulled me up, hugged my waist, and with a forceful lift, my slender body was raised. The thick, burning glans was already pressed against my wet labia, and he guided me slowly down.
The fiery, throbbing penis began to force its way into my honeyed cave. I could clearly feel the thick glans completely tearing through my hymen, rubbing against my chaste, secret honeyed cave. The burning, thick pressure shot from my lower abdomen straight to my throat. I was jolted awake, my whole body suddenly stiffening and arching. My pure, tender flesh immediately and unknowingly clamped down on the intruder, intensely feeling the thick, fiery penis fully stretching open my petite body. It felt so good.
My snow-white neck flushed with shame. He gripped my slender waist tightly, his erect nine-inch penis launching a terrifying attack. My full, pert buttocks felt as if they were being cleaved in two; the intense impact felt like it was tearing my delicate body apart, the burning heat reaching deep into my womb. His penis thrust in and out with tremendous force… beginning a rhythmic pumping motion, like a mechanical motor, accurately and repeatedly moving in and out, neither too fast nor too slow.
The muffled cries deep in my throat began to escape my control. My buttocks and his waist were now tightly joined together, and his penis began to thrust again, this time with a rapid, rotating motion. His lower abdomen pressed against my buttocks, his body making frequent slapping sounds. "Mmm...oh..." I arched my upper body, my chest becoming very firm. As the man grabbed my breasts and played with them from top to bottom, I found my tight honey hole involuntarily gripping the stranger's penis tighter and tighter, grinding wildly and spontaneously. His penis grew larger and larger, the scorching flames expanding within me, from a point to a surface. The smoldering flames within me suddenly became even hotter, and my honey hole involuntarily contracted and tightened, nectar seeping out from deep within. The fierce and thick penis ravaged without mercy, the exquisite curves curving back into an arc. I almost collapsed onto him to keep from falling.
The penis slowly withdrew, the tender flesh inside my honey hole being pulled out and turned inside out. The hot penis slowly plunged back in, my honey-filled lips being helplessly squeezed to the sides.
"Ah...ah..." My body was completely possessed. Unconsciously, my left hand reached back, and I turned around to hug him, passionately kissing him. From resistance to enjoyment, the person dominating my body was a complete stranger.
"Oh..." I unconsciously made sounds of ecstasy, my slender body swaying. The honeyed fluid filling my secret valley had completely wet my honey cave. My consciousness had long since left my body, my dizzy mind a blank. The world seemed to cease to exist. In my tight honey cave, the hot, thick penis kept thrusting, wave after wave of pleasure exploding throughout my body. My two pert breasts were squeezed hard, my fingers kneading the tender nipples. My long, beautiful legs were spread wide, my pert buttocks were squeezed and deformed. The thick, hot penis thrust faster, the scalding glans brutally piercing deep into my tender uterus with each stroke, the honeyed flesh tightly gripping the penis.
"Ah..." As if trying to squeeze into my body, he tightly squeezed my full, elastic breasts with both hands, pressing hard against my slender, fleshy back and buttocks. His thick glans penetrated deep into my uterus, and I once again offered my red lips, sucking on everything he had. Oh! It felt so good. A surge of heat filled my entire body, impacting my lower body, and my juices flowed freely. My naked breasts were roughly rubbed, a wave of pleasure washed over me, and a surge of heat erupted from my uterus. I came... I held him, savoring the last afterglow, enjoying the climax of being passionately sprayed into my virgin sanctuary by scorching lava.
I collapsed limply onto the seat, exhausted. Soon after, the lights came on, and my mother returned. The scalding semen inside my uterus flowed out, forming two thick streams that trickled down the inside of my long legs...
I looked to my right. There was no one there, only a wet, empty chair.
And he… from then on, began to invade my private space. We met in the dark, entwined every night, making love passionately, reaching climax every night, our fluids flying everywhere.
But we were still limited to the six senses… hearing, touch, smell, taste, feeling, and perception; completely lacking visual and verbal communication.
He would always leave quietly when I had enjoyed the last moment of passion, collapsed on the bed exhausted, and fallen asleep.
Soon I fell in love with this game, fell in love with this feeling. He was like my closest person… like my husband; I was like a little wife, waiting for my husband to come home every night for warm intimacy. His penis was a full 9 inches long, thick, banana-shaped and slightly curved upwards, and the moment it entered my uterus, it was already incredibly arousing. To be honest, including the first time, I was always willing to be ravaged by him, humiliated by him, and even abused by him.
Who exactly was he? Who was he? This has always been a question in my life. I want to know, yet I'm afraid to know.
After 11 years of contact and reflection, I have the following conclusions:
1. He is extremely wealthy.
Since the day I was raped in the dark movie theater, we quickly moved to a luxurious 1529-square-foot high-rise unit near the school, overlooking the entire grassy baseball field. My mother converted the large three-bedroom unit into two ensuite suites, and we also acquired a Filipino maid and a brand-new Mercedes-Benz E-Class.
After that, we moved every year, each time to a larger and more luxurious apartment. Currently, we live in a 4400-square-foot penthouse duplex in Yangmingshan Villa; we also have an assistant, secretary, butler, and driver on standby 24/7.
My mother has also become the CEO of a mid-sized real estate company.
I don't know much about our family's financial situation, but the HSBC credit card my mother gave me seems to be unlimited. When I was 18, I tried spending $30,000 on an LV handbag without any problem, and then another $120,000 on a Chanel J12, and it was also accepted without issue. After that, I didn't dare to try again.
2. He is very powerful;
because since I was old enough to understand, I have built a solid firewall around myself, isolating all men and blocking all the philanderers. Boys who are even slightly interested in me will disappear within a day or two, their mouths swollen, noses broken, and heads bleeding...
3. Does he have an affair with my mother
? Of course! To give birth to a daughter as beautiful as me, my mother must be a fairy, and her captivating charm is something a girl my age can't compare to.
A woman's appearance, skin, and sex life are absolutely correlated. My mother dressed more and more beautifully, her skirts shorter and her necklines lower, and our environment became better and better. Both my mother and I had rosy cheeks, smiles, and skin that shimmered like silk.
Our bedroom, partitioned by some unknown material, was a completely soundproof space; if the doors and windows were closed, even a bomb exploding wouldn't be heard. Therefore, I firmly believed that my mother knew of his existence, and I also firmly believed that my mother... was also indulging in endless passion every night. Judging from various clues, it seemed that the whole scheme was orchestrated by my mother.
4. What did he look like?
Based on years of intimate contact, based on hearing, touch, smell, taste, feeling, and perception, I felt he was young, beautiful, strong, and tall. He had big eyes, a high and straight nose, thin lips, and excellent skin... He couldn't be ugly.
Occasionally, he would disappear; there were times when he wouldn't appear for several nights, even for ten or twenty consecutive nights. Without the thrusting of that nine-inch penis, it was very empty. Without him, I feel restless and uneasy. My mind is filled with images of our passionate lovemaking, the longing between my legs, the desire to stuff anything inside to soothe that soaked flower, it's so agonizing.
I wonder if he's some alien from Ni Kuang's novels or the wealthy and philandering Liu Cixin. Liu Cixin is too old and too fat. Could it be... Richard Cheng's son? But Richard Cheng doesn't seem like him either, he's too short and has buck teeth!!!! Who is he, really?
2011...
Having graduated from medical school, I naturally wanted to put my knowledge to practical use. With the support of our affluent family, my mother spent millions of dollars to rent a 3,000-square-foot space in the prestigious Central Building, where renowned doctors congregate, to open my own clinic. She hired four senior female physicians, including a 60-year-old national treasure-level traditional Chinese medicine doctor from Beijing, an Australian nutritionist, and two associate professors of obstetrics and gynecology whom I knew from my time at the University of Hong Kong. We integrated traditional Chinese and Western medicine, acupuncture, and modern nutrition, officially operating as an obstetrics and gynecology clinic, providing comprehensive services for wealthy, trendy mothers, including prenatal care, cesarean delivery, and postpartum recovery and weight loss. Business was booming, and we were constantly overwhelmed. With renowned doctors and teachers, practice is the sole criterion for verifying truth. Naturally, my skills as the beautiful boss improved rapidly, and I was beginning to show signs of becoming a master. Luck was on my side. Within six months of the clinic opening, the domestic maternity travel boom had taken off, and we doctors had been promoted to "moonlight doctors" (earning 1 million a month). Adding the clinic's monthly profits, hehe… suddenly I realized how cheap the goods in IFC and Landmark stores were. In my eyes, there was nothing I couldn't afford.
But in the six months from preparation to opening, he completely vanished, never appearing again in the darkness. I waited naked every night, utterly desperate. I was anxious, extremely disappointed, heartbroken… I felt abandoned. The most unbearable thing was the burning desire in my lower abdomen, my long-tortured, wanton body… seemingly becoming increasingly restless, my heart fluttering with lust… I could only immerse myself in work and use shopping to numb myself, to lessen the torment of my itchy vulva.
This morning, a very special guest arrived at the clinic. He was quite the VIP, accompanied by several tall, muscular Black bodyguards… a male patient. Let me explain, we primarily specialize in obstetrics and gynecology and have never seen a male patient before. From the CCTV footage, the man appeared quite young, around 33-34 years old, tall and slender, with an evenly tanned Caribbean glow, honey-colored skin, and a vibrant energy. He was leisurely sipping coffee and playing with his iPad. Accompanying him was a tall, beautiful woman dressed like a high-level executive, wearing a long skirt and a sharp, capable-looking secretary, who took care of everything for him.
We brought him in via internal line; it turned out he was a VIP patient recommended by my mother, named Kai Shao.
Reluctantly, I solemnly arranged for a renowned female TCM doctor from Beijing to co-consult with him in my large office. The man, accompanied by his secretary and one of his bodyguards, entered. He was about 178 cm tall, with short, light brown hair, handsome features, and an imposing air of nobility… but he was serious and cool. He wore a beige and gold-trimmed Christian Audgier hooded jacket and matching tee, apricot-colored turned-down skinny CK jeans, gold Y3 sneakers, and an 18k rose gold diamond-encrusted Cartier bag, looking elegant, stylish, and sophisticated!
"Hi, Dr. Wei, hello! I injured my left back while waterskiing last week. Aunt Wei recommended me here; I'd like to get acupuncture and massage..." His voice was deep and magnetic, gentle and polite... His captivating gaze was fixed on me. I shook his hand lightly and said, "Call me Yingxi, Young Master Kai. This is Dr. Tan from Beijing, the famous 'Pillar of Zhongnanhai'..." This direct, point-to-point physical contact actually made my heart flutter, my face flushed and my heart pound... Ah, this was a reaction I'd never had in my 25 years. I'm a goddess, how could a goddess be so unladylike? I immediately composed myself and seriously began the four diagnostic methods of traditional Chinese medicine:
observation, auscultation, inquiry, and palpation... After diagnosing the condition using the four diagnostic methods and eight diagnostic methods, Young Master Kai's pulse was lively and full of energy. His heart, lungs, and kidneys were healthy and strong; it was just a sprained ligament. So, I arranged for Young Master Kai to go to the treatment room for Dr. Tan to give him massage and acupuncture. Kai Shao casually took off his shirt, revealing exceptionally muscular chest muscles, estimated to be 42-43 inches, with incredibly alluring V-shaped abs, resembling the physique of Charles Henrietta Lloyd. A quick glance revealed that Kai Shao's female secretary and my nurse were both blushing and their hearts pounding… their allure was on full display.
The black bodyguard helped Kai Shao hang up his coat, and with a wave of his hand, the secretary and bodyguard silently left the treatment room.
Kai Shao lay on the treatment bed, and I skillfully moved closer to his upper left side. My angle was perfect so he could see my slender legs through the air vents in the bed—yes, I was testing my charm. The female TCM doctor stood at the lower right corner of the bed, skillfully massaging his lower back. With each push and press, Kai Shao's waist undulated rhythmically, like making love, making my own vagina itch. With each sway of his hips, Kai Shao's left hand, like a pendulum, gently stroked my smooth calves, rhythmically teasing me, whether intentionally or unintentionally… slowly lingering, his fingers grasping and kneading my beautiful feet…
After the massage, Dr. Tan administered acupuncture. During the needle retention period, the doctor tactfully left with two nurses.
Only Kai Shao and I remained in the room. He was still clinging to me, and we avoided eye contact. He gently held my calves, playing with them with a kneading and rubbing motion, tenderly stroking my knees… occasionally brushing against my thighs upwards…
The atmosphere was so quiet that only our increasingly rapid breathing could be heard. I dared not move, nor did I want to move. I stood silently, enjoying his caressing and teasing… The pent-up sexual desire of the past few months, long ravaged into a wanton body… had long since become restless. My honey pot… was soaked through, my heart fluttered with desire… my legs pressed tightly together, I tried my best to rub my lower body together… my hands unconsciously gripped Kai Shao’s strong shoulders…
After 20 minutes, I suppressed my lust and first removed the needles from Kai Shao, then gently massaged each acupoint. Finally, I stood on top of him, bent over, and gently rubbed and massaged his broad shoulders, following the lines of his firm back muscles, slowly pushing down to his waist. My hands touched his warm, soft, smooth, firm, and elastic back muscles…

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