Female college student encounters pervert on bus

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Jie, 21 years old, is a junior at Nanjing University.

This happened on a Saturday during summer vacation. My boyfriend and his classmates went to a party, and naturally, I couldn't waste this precious vacation time idly, so shopping was my first choice. After searching for a while, I finally chose a silk peach-colored mini skirt that I had bought for myself, a white semi-transparent low-cut tank top, a purple-red lace bra, and a pair of blue high-heeled sandals.

While showing off in front of the mirror, I noticed a very obvious panty line, so I quickly found a black lace-up thong (my boyfriend bought this for me without my parents' knowledge while he was traveling abroad during the vacation, which took him a lot of effort). I changed into it, and it was perfect! In my excitement, I suddenly realized that I had spent more than an hour changing clothes and putting on makeup. I sprayed some perfume and hurriedly left home.

Standing at the bus stop, everyone passing by, adults and children alike, kept staring at me. The only difference was that some people stared openly, while others only dared to steal a quick glance, secretly peeking at me. It wasn't just men; many girls were staring at me too. Their eyes held not only amazement, envy, admiration, and possessiveness, but also the flames of jealousy. It was so annoying; I was stared at like that the whole way. Seeing the amazed expressions on everyone's faces made my veins throb, but I was powerless to do anything about it. Luckily, an air-conditioned bus arrived shortly after I got off at the bus stop, saving me a lot of trouble waiting in the summer heat. Even luckier, there were two empty seats in the last row by the window, so I chose one and sat down.

My good fortune didn't last long. At the second stop, a large number of people boarded, including several migrant workers from other places. They rushed onto the bus and immediately spotted the empty seat next to me. One of them quickly occupied it, and an unbearable stench of sweat immediately filled the air. Disgusted, I looked at the migrant worker sitting next to me. He was in his forties, with dark skin, and his cheap, filthy suit was stained with grease. This only intensified my disgust. I hesitated to move away, but more and more people boarded, and I had no choice but to accept my situation: clutching my bag with one hand, covering my nose with the other, and turning my face towards the window. Even the music on my MP3 player seemed less pleasant.

The crowd grew, and the stench of sweat made me nauseous. Just as I was feeling annoyed, the bus suddenly jolted, and I felt a rough hand touch my thigh. Before I could react, the hand had moved away. As I glared angrily at him, he turned to look at me too. When our eyes met, instead of looking away, he grinned at me, revealing a mouthful of yellow teeth. I quickly moved my legs to one side. I suspected he was doing it on purpose. This wasn't the first time I'd been harassed on the bus, but this was the first time I'd been harassed by such a disgusting old man. I looked at his hands; they were dirty and rough, chapped in some places, and his nails were filthy.

After a while, I felt a strange sensation in my body, as if I somewhat liked it. A strange thought popped into my head: what if I let him look at me again? But if the other passengers saw, I'd ruin myself… However, he was just a farmer, and farmers who come to the city are always timid and cowardly; he wouldn't dare do anything. Forget it, stop thinking nonsense. I'll just try. I gritted my teeth and slowly relaxed my tightly pressed legs. Taking advantage of the opportunity to put my handbag aside, I seemed to accidentally lift my skirt a little, revealing a portion of my pinkish-white thigh. My heart was pounding, partly from nervousness about my actions, and partly from wanting to see his reaction. He quickly noticed the change in my skirt, his eyes practically glued to it. His hand stealthily slid to the side of my thigh, but dared not approach my leg again. Just then, traffic started to back up. I looked out the window and saw a long line of cars ahead. Surprisingly, I felt a strange excitement about it, even though I used to hate traffic jams.

Waves of sweaty odor wafted over me; though unpleasant, it relentlessly stimulated my senses, making my thoughts even more chaotic. The hand beside me tentatively approached my leg, inch by inch… and touched it. I pretended not to notice, not moving my leg away from his hand, feeling his rough hand gently moving across my leg.

The migrant workers and people standing nearby kept glancing this way, staring at my leg. I glanced out of the corner of my eye and realized he had just pulled my skirt up a little more, exposing almost my entire thigh to their view. I quickly turned my head away, afraid to look in their direction, but I was certain they were still watching. I'm sure my face is burning red. This is a thrill I've never felt before; I'm actually showing my thighs to people other than my boyfriend… The dirty hand that had been motionless next to me started moving again. He pretended to be casual, slowly moving upwards. If I didn't pay attention now, they would definitely see what I was thinking. My mind was in turmoil; I wanted him to continue, but I was also afraid… I wondered if I should move away, but I couldn't find an answer. Every time he moved, it felt like an electric shock. His hand started moving towards the inside of my thigh, and I thought I heard the whispers of the other migrant workers. Afraid of being too embarrassed, I glanced up, and that's when I realized that two middle school students standing nearby were also watching! Oh my god! I quickly pulled my leg back. His hand quickly moved away too.

The bus crawled along like an ox, and the two middle school students squeezed off. During this time, the hand next to me didn't reach out again. Time ticked by, the bus continued its congested journey, and I was about to reach my stop. I took a deep breath. What had just happened had made me incredibly nervous. Just then, the dirty hand next to me started moving again. I glanced up to see that the other passengers weren't paying attention. My courage grew. Since I was getting off soon anyway, I figured I might as well let this dirty man, who looked older than my father… take advantage of me. With that thought, I relaxed and spread my tense legs, moving slightly closer to his hand, practically leaning against it.

He seemed to understand, and soon his hand moved to the inside of my thigh, gently caressing it. My heart was pounding, but I felt a newfound calm. His companion must have noticed, looking at me in surprise. I ignored their stares. Then, his rough, dirty hands forcefully kneaded my fair thighs, his little finger rubbing against the edge of my lace panties. His fingers moved one by one towards my panties, and I felt my body heating up. I slowly parted my legs, and finally, his hot palm stopped between my legs. Just as I thought he was about to start kneading my private parts, he suddenly stopped. I glanced at him out of the corner of my eye, puzzled, and saw him whispering something to his companions. Were they talking about me? The thought made my face flush red to my ears. What was I doing? I asked myself.

I was actually waiting with my legs apart for a dirty hand to touch my most private parts, and the other person was a 30- or 40-year-old migrant worker covered in sweat, while I, a 21-year-old college girl with a boyfriend, was waiting with my legs apart. A surge of excitement coursed through my body. Just then, they stopped whispering, and he gently lifted a corner of my skirt, pushing it up to my inner thigh. I instantly understood their conversation. The front of my black lace thong and the side of my buttocks were now exposed to the migrant workers. Their pants were bulging. To avoid attracting attention, I leaned my head against the back of the seat in front of me, blocking the view from above, but the side view was still crystal clear. Then, the migrant worker next to me quietly leaned close to my ear and whispered in a Mandarin I couldn't place: "Young lady, I'm sorry, they want to see too, is that alright?" Good heavens!

He actually asked me this? The shock of his question left me speechless, and the smell of his cigarette was awful… My silence was taken as agreement. His hand returned to my mons pubis, his palm squeezing and kneading it, his fingers moving downwards. Suddenly, he stopped. He realized that what was covering my private parts was a rope… He hooked a finger around the rope and pulled it forward, leaning over to ask, “Little girl, what’s this… underwear?” At the same time, he began to pull hard. The rope behind me was digging into my buttocks, and my pubic hair was peeking out from the sides of the underwear. Oh~ I heard soft gasps from the people around me, sounds that filled me with both shyness and excitement. He continued to pull hard, and I understood his purpose. Mustering all my courage, I turned my head and said to him, “Side…side…there’s a strap…I can…untie it.” These were the first words I spoke to him, and as soon as they left my mouth, I regretted them. What was I doing? I shamelessly let a complete stranger, a migrant worker, take off my underwear. This, in turn, aroused his passion, and he quickly searched for the side strap.

Men are truly geniuses in this area; he found it quickly and pulled it off... Theoretically, my underwear was off, but he seemed unsatisfied and went to the other side for the same thing, found it there, and pulled it down as well. He didn't stop there, grabbing the front and pulling it off with a swift motion... Ah! I let out a soft cry as he held my underwear in his hand. At the same time, I realized that his actions had caused me to miss my stop... Strangely, I wasn't in a hurry to get off the bus; instead, I felt a sense of relief, a sense of satisfaction and relaxation. A thought flashed through my mind: Did I like this? My actions gave me the answer… He grabbed my underwear, smelled it, and passed it to the others. Now, except for part of my lower body covered by my skirt, I was completely naked. Just as I was about to see the expressions of the other migrant workers, his hand quickly returned to its previous position, between my legs. However, it was slightly different from before; there was nothing covering my mons pubis except my thick pubic hair.

He squeezed my mons pubis hard, which hurt a little but gave me more stimulation… By this time, there were no standing passengers in the car, and he became bolder, his fingers continuing to explore downwards. I felt his rough fingers graze my labia, reaching my already wet opening. I felt his hot fingers pressing against the entrance of my lower body. After all, it was the most sensitive part of a virgin's body, and with my starry eyes shyly closed, I was so nervous that I could hardly breathe.
Finally, he was going to go in! As I was thinking, a sudden, sharp pain shot through my lower body. I felt my vaginal opening being stretched open, and something was being inserted. I looked down and saw his finger inside. He pushed it in further. Ugh, it hurt so much! My tightest spot was stretched, feeling both sore and numb. The sensation was so intense! [Ah!] The excruciating pain made me shudder. I hadn't expected it to hurt this much. It hurts so much! I don't want it!

The old man ignored my pleas and continued to penetrate my vagina. My vagina had never been penetrated before, and the first time was incredibly painful. Yet, the old man continued to slowly thrust in. Ah! No… I finally cried out in pain. It felt like an iron rod was being inserted into my vagina, the intense pain tearing at my lower body.

Then he slowly pushed his finger into my vagina. I looked down at everything that was happening, watching his dirty finger penetrate my forbidden zone, slowly moving in and out, occasionally bringing out some clear fluid. My mind went blank from the shock of this scene, and I let him thrust in and out at will. He moved closer to me, roughly kneading my breasts with his other hand. Each time the bus stopped or someone stood nearby, he would reluctantly remove his hand from my breasts, but his other hand remained down below. Waves of pleasure surged from my lower body, and my breathing became erratic. To avoid being heard, I bit my lower lip. Several stops passed without me realizing it. Just as I was losing control, his hand suddenly stopped and withdrew. A long, thin line of my fluids stretched between his fingers, and my lower body felt instantly empty. I looked at him strangely and saw him sucking on his dirty finger, licking up the fluids left on it. The scene was unsightly, but undeniably lewd. His accomplices looked at him enviously, occasionally glancing at my genitals. Then they began to discuss something, and soon they seemed to have reached some kind of agreement. Just when I thought he was about to continue harassing me, he and a dark-skinned migrant worker, about fifteen or sixteen years old, stood up.

Were they getting off? There were still three stops to the terminal! I wondered, filled with disappointment. They left their seats, surprisingly to change seats. The dark-faced man sat next to me. He had a side-parted hairstyle, long hair covered in dandruff, and small eyes. After sitting down, he looked me over for a moment, then quickly began tentatively touching my thigh. His hand trembled slightly as he reached for my genitals, and another round of thrusting began. I felt myself becoming immersed in this stimulating harassment. I spread my legs as much as possible to facilitate his entry and exit. His fingers moved in and out quickly, accompanied by slight squelching sounds. Soon, he forcefully inserted another finger into my body and stopped thrusting, instead digging. His nails were rather long, sometimes causing a sharp pain, but also bringing me a different kind of pleasure. My breathing grew heavier. I opened my eyes slightly, watching his invasion alongside the other migrant workers.

Who would have thought that I, the obedient girl in the eyes of parents and teachers, would be subjected to the ravaging of a migrant worker on a bus in broad daylight? He hurriedly reached under my shirt and down my back, trying to untie my bra strap, but he fumbled around for a long time without success. My physical desire made me very anxious, so I leaned forward to give his hands more space. Finally, he untied the strap, and with my cooperation, the bra slid down my body. Just as I was putting the bra into my bag, he suddenly grabbed the bag. It was an expensive bag, and I really liked it. I turned to the migrant worker and whispered, "Please don't damage it, okay?" He didn't answer me, but instead stared at my chest in surprise.

Only then did I realize that my clothes were very transparent, and my breasts were directly exposed to their gaze. I groaned. My high, firm breasts weren't just full, but rather brimming with youthful vitality, the nipples standing proudly erect in the center of the pale pink areolas. Ah, I suddenly puffed out my chest, and my breathing became rapid. He reached out and began to grope me shamelessly, first my nipple, then my entire breast. With each movement, the stimulation became more and more obvious, and my nipple gradually became erect due to engorgement. My breast swelled even larger, covered with prominent veins, and even my dark red areolas stood out high, like two round little straw hats perched on my nipples. I was extremely ashamed. I was practically naked in front of everyone on the bus! Oh my god! How am I going to get off? The bus is only one stop away from its final stop. Can you give them back to me? Otherwise, I can't get off. Sure. Miss, I can tell you like to play around. I have some nice underwear here, would you like to wear it? Do

these migrant workers have women's underwear? I'm a little surprised. Gangzi, take out the strap you prepared for your wife. Don't be stingy, the ladies might not be willing to wear it! You want me to wear this farmer's wife's underwear? I was truly dumbfounded. We're blocking your way, the train's almost at the station! I had no choice but to say, "Then hurry up." Just then, the young migrant worker named Gangzi took out something that looked like underwear and squatted down in front of me. I nervously looked ahead to see if anyone was watching us, thankfully no one was.

When I looked down at Gangzi, he had already put the underwear-like thing on my legs. What surprised me was that it was made of leather with metal parts. He slowly pulled the underwear around my waist—it was just a piece of cowhide hanging in front. I didn't know what it was for. He then spread my legs, grabbed the chain on the leather, passed it under my crotch, and pulled it upwards from behind, the leather covering my vaginal opening. Then he fastened it to my belt. The older migrant worker then picked up a small lock from the ground and fastened it to the belt I had just put on. He pulled hard. Watching his actions, I wondered, "What kind of underwear are you putting on me, and why are you locking it?" This underwear is also called a chastity belt. The woman wore this to lock up her lower area.

Where I'm from, whoever has the key owns the woman! Hearing the old migrant worker's words, I snapped back to reality: What was he doing? I didn't even know him! Being insulted by a stranger was one thing, but being put in this position was a different story—I'd be controlled by them! A sense of impending doom made me sit up abruptly, straining to tighten my grip on my naked lower body, which was about to be locked up. I cried out, "No! You can't !"

My voice startled an elderly man sitting in front of me. He turned around to see what was happening in the back seat. The instant he turned, I quickly sat back down, calming myself. "Young lady, are you feeling unwell?" the old man asked with concern. "Grandpa…I'm fine," I said nervously. If he looked down, he would not only see my nearly naked lower body covered by the strap, but also the wet chair. What would he think of the girl in front of him then? As the old man turned back, I heard a clear click as the lock tightened. The thief had locked the door and removed the key. I hurriedly stood up, but before I could, a sharp pain shot through my lower body, making me scream involuntarily. My body shuddered; I hadn't expected this thing to hurt so much. It hurt so much! I doubled over in pain and squatted on the ground. I knew I was helpless now, only able to look despairingly at the keys in the thief's hand. "Rest a bit before you go!" His words made me too ashamed to lift my head, but a strange feeling welled up inside me. I quickly tossed my long hair aside to cover my face.

After getting off the bus, I walked a little further and came to a small shack next to a very smelly public toilet. Here! Here! The farmer quickly walked to the door and searched for the keys in his dirty pants. I realized that what I had just guessed was about to happen, and my heart was pounding.

The room was small. At the back was a bed that took up most of the space, covered with a tattered, dirty straw mat. Five filthy pillows were haphazardly scattered on the bed. Several large bundles were piled in one corner. Besides the smell wafting from the adjacent toilet, there was a strong stench of alcohol, which mingled with the smell of sweat as they entered. In one corner were two broken thermos flasks and a scattering of beer bottles and beer bottles. In another corner lay several unfinished boxed lunches, seemingly left several days ago. The floor was littered with sunflower seed shells, cigarette butts, phlegm stains, and tattered newspapers—a disgusting sight, making it feel like there was nowhere to even step! A fluorescent light hung from the ceiling. The ceiling and walls were filthy. Several faded calendars depicting long-haired nude women hung on the wall inside the bed. The window faced the alley, taking up a large proportion of the wall. Although the windows were dirty, sunlight still streamed through, illuminating every corner of the room. Several worn-out cups and rolls of cheap toilet paper sat on the windowsill. "

We're home. Sorry, it's a bit dirty. Please sit down, young lady." He rolled up his sleeves, crumpled up the tattered newspaper on the floor, and tossed it by the door. The others entered one after another. "This damn hot weather!" As they spoke, they all took off their outer garments; some were wearing tank tops, others were shirtless. The smell in the room instantly became strong, and I felt nauseous. I hurriedly said, "Can you give me back my underwear now…?" Seeing my urgency, the men laughed and said to the old migrant worker, "Give it back to the girl quickly!" The old migrant worker hesitated, then interjected with a smile, "We can give it back, but you have to change it in front of us, okay? If you agree, we'll give it back." How…how could…do this? How could I change my underwear in front of these people? I thought to myself. The others chimed in, "Yes!" "Agree and I'll give it to you." Then I saw the old migrant worker wiping his sweat with his hand inside his pants, laughing as he said to me, "It's so hot!"

Good heavens, he was using my underwear to wipe himself there! I looked at them; Liu Er was locking the door, and the others were jeering as they approached me: "You dared to show yourself on the bus, and we're the only ones here, why wouldn't you? We saw it all, haha." His words made me blush. It seemed I couldn't leave even if I didn't agree. Thinking about how they'd already seen everything on the bus and while we were walking… After hesitating for a long time, I softly agreed: "Okay… but you can't touch me…" "Haha~ We won't touch you, we won't touch you, old migrant worker, give it to her quickly." The group laughed maliciously. The old migrant worker didn't give it to me immediately; instead, he took off his shoes, jumped onto the bed, and stood against the wall, unbuttoning his pants. "What are you doing?" I asked, my heart pounding. "Take off your pants and I'll get it for you, otherwise you won't be able to get it out, hehe~~" In an instant, he unzipped his pants, which slipped down his waist. I knew he wasn't wearing underwear, so I quickly turned around

, closed my eyes, and held out my hand, waiting for him to hand it to me. But he didn't hand it to me. Instead, Brother Li came over and slapped my butt, saying, "Hurry up and get it~~ Haha, what are you waiting for?" I hesitated for a moment, then slowly turned my head and opened my eyes. Ah! He was actually laughing as he hung my bra on his erect penis, which was moving back and forth, and my cute little panties were stuck between his buttocks!! I was stunned for a moment, then took off my shoes and slowly walked to the bed, retrieved my underwear from him, and smelled it. Ah!! I almost threw up. I really wanted to throw it away, but how was I going to go home without underwear? I really regretted choosing this semi-transparent top.

Helpless, I tried to get off the bed, but the men under the bed stopped me, saying, "With such a great figure, just change on the bed!" The older migrant worker, without even putting on pants, jumped off the bed and joined in the jeering. I'm doomed! Yesterday I was a little bird nestled in my boyfriend's arms, and today I have to change my underwear in front of five migrant workers…!

My face felt hot, but a strange feeling surged within me. I turned my back to them and started taking off my top, but they said, "No, you have to change in front of us! Otherwise, we won't give it to you." Reluctantly, I slowly turned back, thinking about changing clothes in front of so many disgusting men. Strangely, besides feeling awkward, I also felt a little excited… and this feeling kept growing… I tried to suppress it in fear, but it was useless… Suddenly, I realized that my current situation really resembled what that woman had described as being like a chicken. I took two steps back and started undressing, but they still wouldn't let me go, insisting that I stand by the bed in front of them. Helpless, I could only agree and stand in front of them. I slowly, trembling, lifted the hem of my shirt and pulled it off over my head. Suddenly, my breasts were exposed before their eyes! "Damn, so white! And they're still standing!" they lewdly exclaimed. I hurriedly covered my chest with one hand and grabbed my bra with the other to put it on, but in my haste, I dropped it on the floor. They moved aside; no one bothered to pick it up for me. Helpless, I had to get out of bed and pick it up myself. I put on my shoes, went to the middle of them, and bent down to pick it up, only to find it had fallen onto a glob of phlegm. Disgusted, I wanted to throw it away. Just then, the zipper of my short skirt suddenly opened, and before I could free my hand to pick it up, it had fallen onto the filthy floor. "Ah!" I cried out, realizing I was now standing naked among five men.

Before I could even react, several hands were already on my body. "Look at that little flesh, so tender!" Gangzi spat, saying as he squeezed my breasts with both hands. "They feel so good!" Brother Li squatted down and grabbed my buttocks with both hands. He then quickly placed his hand on my private parts. "Hey! Little girl, you're all soaking wet here, haha~~ even your pubic hair is wet!" He held up his finger to show others, and waved it in front of me as well. Liu Er also hurriedly reached out and touched it, smelled it, and licked it. "Hey! Really! So young and already so horny."

I was extremely embarrassed by their comments and tried to break free from them, but I didn't expect my high heels to slip and I fell to the ground. I immediately felt something prickly and something slippery. I quickly struggled to sit up, but as soon as I looked up, I saw the old migrant worker standing in front of me with his erect penis. My nose almost touched it! Oh my god! The surface of his penis was covered with yellow grime, and the stench it emitted finally made me unable to hold back. I tilted my head and vomited all over the ground, splashing all over me. I quickly moved away from the puddle. Just as I was catching my breath, something completely unexpected happened.

The old migrant worker quickly shoved his foul-smelling member into my mouth, simultaneously grabbing my head tightly; I couldn't break free. He thrust his filthy member back and forth in my mouth. I felt his yellowish grime stick to my tongue and mouth, bitter. My nose stung, and tears streamed down my face. He didn't stop when he saw this; instead, he thrust in and out even harder, moaning, "Oh, oh, so good! So horny!" My lip gloss smeared onto his filthy member, and his filthy, matted pubic hair occasionally brushed against my nose and lips. My gaze darted around and I noticed the others were also taking off their pants. I knew then that my premonition had come true.

Then he pulled down his pants and said, "Haha, old migrant worker, tying this girl up will make things easier." The old migrant worker agreed, and I quickly opened my eyes and turned around. I saw the old migrant worker holding my skirt ribbon in one hand. "What are you doing?" I instinctively tried to dodge to the side, but since I was lying face down, I couldn't sit up to fight back. In desperation, I swung my right hand and pushed behind me, but my wrist was grabbed as well. "I'll tie you up!" The old migrant worker got excited. I tried to shake my body to resist, but he said, "What are you pretending for? You're all stripped down like this!" I looked at myself and my whole body went limp. The old migrant worker easily twisted my hands behind my back! The skirt ribbons began to tighten, wrapping twice around my breasts, one above and one below. I twisted and turned, struggling with all my might, uttering cries of "No, no!" But the ribbons seemed rooted to my body, tightening with each struggle. My full breasts were almost bulging out, the white skirt clinging tightly to my skin, revealing the beautiful figure of a young girl. My arms throbbed slightly as he tightened the knots around my wrists. I knew that if I didn't struggle, I would be finished. Being bound like this meant someone else would have to untie me, and even an angel or fairy couldn't escape. But I couldn't resist. As I hesitated, my hands were tightened, and I could only helplessly close my eyes, pressing my face to the ground, feeling utterly exhausted, letting him bind me with my skirt ribbons. He forcefully fixed my head onto his penis and began to pull me back. Helpless, I could only crawl after him. With a loud slap, Liu Er's fat hand struck my buttocks hard, saying, "So slutty, like a little bitch!" Haha. The others laughed along.

They surrounded me, and my naked body laid out before them had completely overwhelmed them. My long, white body, with its beautiful, mature lines, was almost beyond description. I was so ashamed I felt I was about to faint. I thought it might be better if I actually did. Today was over. I struggled incessantly, naked, letting out shameful moans. How humiliating it was for a virgin college student to be molested by these migrant workers! My head thrashed wildly from side to side, my once black hair now disheveled, obscuring half my face, my long, white legs contracting and relaxing with each thrust of their fingers. I couldn't help but cry out in pain, completely naked, being brutally violated by several disgusting men. My entire body, every sacred part, was violated—my breasts, especially my nipples, throbbed with intense pain; my genitals felt like they were being torn apart; my thighs were caressed at will; my lips and neck were kissed indiscriminately by the devil before me. All of this plunged me—this beautiful college student—into the greatest shame and pain of my life, a pain I would never forget.

After binding me, he grabbed my legs again and forcefully pulled them apart. In that instant, I felt like I was waking from a dream, my eyes wide open, seeing his erect penis. The glans was pressed between my soft labia; I knew this was the moment his penis touched the entrance of my vagina. I tensed up. Was my body really going to be given to this man now? He was a migrant worker shorter than me! Was I really going to become a woman like this today? No! What's wrong with you? This is the last second of your virginity! You'll really be my girlfriend from now on. He grinned wickedly. I knew I couldn't believe him now, but at this moment, no man could control his desires.

I couldn't possibly keep my innocence today. The humiliation of a defiant beauty is already incredibly alluring, let alone when this beautiful woman is a stunning virgin. Should I let him do it? I know every woman will eventually go through this, will eventually be defiled by a man, but I'm still a bit too early. Oh well, let him do it! You, you have to be gentle!

I closed my eyes, waiting for that moment! I felt his hot, hard penis, pressing against my lower body, begin to thrust forcefully inside me, penetrating my lower body in one go. His glans squeezed in—oh, so big! I could feel my vaginal opening being stretched open, the tightest part being stretched sore and numb, the feeling was so intense! [Ah!] The excruciating pain made me scream involuntarily, my body trembling. I knew that losing one's virginity would be extremely painful, but I still didn't expect it to be this painful. I cried out, "Ah…!" Intense pain surged from my lower body, it felt like a red-hot iron had been inserted into my vagina. The pain was so intense I broke out in a cold sweat, my eyes glazed over, unable to even scream, tears streaming down my face. I knew that with that excruciating pain, I had lost my precious virginity, and a wave of grief washed over me, causing tears to flow uncontrollably. A trickle of bright red virgin blood flowed down my thigh from my vaginal opening, leaving a long, striking bloodstain on my snow-white skin. Fortunately, after the first rough insertion, the old man didn't continue his brutal thrusting; he paused temporarily. Only then

could I catch my breath, and I let out a long sigh of relief. I still felt excruciating pain; his large penis throbbed inside my vagina, each throbbing sending shivers down my spine. After a long while, I felt the pain begin to subside. Ah! The pain made me groan again. I let out a soft cry, tears streaming down my face. My body felt a sense of fullness, but my face flushed red; I knew I had lost my virginity, I was no longer a virgin! It hurts so much! I... I can't do it anymore! Okay, I'll withdraw! When the migrant worker pulled his penis out of my body, I saw red bloodstains on it, and a stream of blood flowed onto the white and pink patterned sheets. At that moment, I thought tragically that I had lost my virginity, that I had bled, that I was no longer a virgin, no longer a girl. My unobstructed vagina would prove that a man had once played with me, that this innocent and pure girl had become "second-hand goods" under the migrant worker. Two seconds later, Xiaotong's muscles began to relax. Seeing this, the migrant worker quickly thrust in again with great force. I suffered greatly and screamed again, "Don't...do...anymore!!" My body swayed, and my muscles tensed up once more.

It was too late now; he was already inside me again! I could feel his penis slowly pushing into my vagina. I tensed my buttocks, trying to stop his entry, but his penis was too big and hard. My clenched buttocks only amplified the sensation of his intrusion…

His penis slowly slid into my slippery vagina, stretching the opening wide. My labia, almost bursting open, tightly gripped his thick shaft. I let out a low, painful groan, my legs trembling uncontrollably. "Are you still in pain?" "It's okay, every woman feels this way the first time." "It'll be over soon!" Seeing that he was already inside me, I knew I was his, my body was his. This pain was just temporary, I thought, and my body went limp. He began to thrust harder, his hard penis continuing to slowly penetrate. Ah! Ah! I felt as if an iron rod had been inserted into my vagina, the intense pain tearing at my lower body. The migrant worker kissed my alluring neck from behind, kneading my full breasts with his thick hands, occasionally pinching my erect nipples with his nails. A wave of intense shame and pain overwhelmed me, and tears streamed down my face.

He was already more than halfway in. I bit my lip, tears welling in my eyes, as he took me. He pulled his penis out slightly, then thrust in again with all his might… His penis plunged into my vagina, and he began to push upwards forcefully. He thrust powerfully inwards—it broke! The laborer shouted with joy, cupping my smooth buttocks in his hands. I felt a tearing pain in my lower body, a throbbing pain coursing through my entire body. A thick penis filled my vagina completely. I knew that my virginity had vanished in that instant. A searing pain shot through my brain. I couldn't help but grip the sheets tightly, screaming, tears streaming down my face. He seemed oblivious, thrusting rhythmically and firmly like a machine—once, twice, three times…

Hearing the clear thud of my belly hitting the walls, feeling the relentless thrusting, I gave up struggling. I knew I was powerless. I spread my legs as wide as possible to alleviate the pain in my lower body. His relentless thrusts filled me with a pang of heartache.

My attention was involuntarily drawn to the migrant worker who was on top of me, wantonly playing with me. He moved rhythmically in and out of my slippery vagina, and my breathing became irregular. His enormous penis touched my cervix, and intense stimulation surged through my lower abdomen in waves. I was shocked to find that the pleasure emanating from my uterus was generating a strange sexual desire within me. I couldn't believe I could experience such intense pleasure, and I felt an instinctive fear. But the migrant worker's penis continued to thrust in and out, gradually numbing my senses. In this blank state of mind, I could only instinctively accept the man's penis. The tip of his penis had almost reached the deepest part of my body, and the pain radiated from my uterus.

Ugh... Ugh... Every time he penetrated deeply, I couldn't help but groan in pain, my beautiful brows furrowing. Each thrust made me twist my snow-white buttocks back and forth, side to side. My full, snow-white breasts bounced up and down with each thrust. Perhaps my reaction further fueled the migrant worker's sadistic tendencies, for he suddenly lifted my legs high above my head, penetrating even deeper. Each thrust made me groan in pain. At this moment, the migrant worker was in a state of extreme excitement, his hands moving upwards along my white, slender thighs, suddenly pinching my clitoris hard. Ah, no! Ah... Ah... Ah! The migrant worker then gently massaged my breasts, circling my nipples. My once snow-white breasts were now flushed red, some skin torn from the migrant worker's rough kneading, but they were fuller and higher, the pink nipples more erect.

Oh...oh...I groaned, unsure whether it was pleasure, pain, or shame, but my lower body was wracked with excruciating pain from the brutal intercourse. The penis began to thrust violently again, its tip repeatedly hitting the uterine wall, making me feel as if it were reaching my internal organs, yet also bringing an immense sense of fullness. My head swayed incessantly, sparks of anger flashing in my eyes, and a jolt of electricity coursing through my entire body.

I was covered in a fine sweat, tears mingling with my perspiration. Strands of hair clung tightly to my face. It was my first time, and although I had already produced a considerable amount of fluid, I couldn't bear the prolonged throbbing pain in my groin. My vulva was already red and swollen. Coupled with humiliation and shame, I finally let out another painful and helpless cry: "Waaaaah...ah...ha...waaaah...oh my god!"

Suddenly, the laborer sped up, thrusting violently several times, arching my entire body against the headboard. His penis plunged deep into my vagina again and again. My female instinct of shame made me try to close my thighs as tightly as possible, but this only intensified the pain. The sphincter muscles inside my vagina contracted violently, and the laborer simultaneously reached orgasm, his dark penis erupting like a volcano, spraying a stream of white semen into my vagina. A stream of hot semen "whooshed" straight onto my clitoris. "Mmm," I felt the migrant worker's semen; it was the semen of the first man I had ever received. Then came the migrant worker's second stream of semen, again "whooshed" as it shot into my body. This time, my body trembled. The third time, "whoosh," I held my breath, stopped crying out, and rolled my eyes back in the migrant worker's arms. The fourth stream, the fifth stream… the migrant worker ejaculated countless times before stopping. Each spurt of his semen… The semen mercilessly ravaged my once pure and innocent womb, defiling the vulva that this happy girl was once so proud of, assaulting my overburdened soul. With each ejaculation from the migrant worker, I trembled again and again, shaken time and again. My brain was no longer capable of thought, only able to react to the physical pain—my legs clamped tightly around the migrant worker's waist, my hands gripped the crumpled sheets beneath me, my eyes were vacant, my vulva was swollen and red, my hair was disheveled, and my breathing was erratic… I couldn't help but convulse, desperately clenching the penis inserted into my lower body with my last bit of strength. My brow twitched slightly; the bestial ravages made me want to cry but couldn't. My once proud breasts now ached as if dislocated, my clitoris and labia were engorged, and the vaginal walls were severely damaged. Waves of tearing pain devoured my beautiful body. I felt a spasm in my lower abdomen and collapsed weakly onto the migrant worker. Although I remained conscious, my naked body was weak and powerless. My breasts ached from being squeezed, and my nipples and genitals burned. He gripped my breasts tightly and slowly climbed onto my body.

The old man started moving again. I weakly opened my eyes and saw him holding my chastity belt, trying to put it on me. "No, I can't wear it today!" I knew it was a chastity belt. "From now on, you're my woman, and you'll have to wear this forever." Seeing that I was already in this state, I had no choice but to let him put the chastity belt, which I would wear forever, around my waist, with the leather hanging in front. He spread my legs, and looking at his outstretched hand, I could only slightly lift myself up so he could put it on my lower body. He grabbed the chain on the leather, passed it between my legs, and then pulled it upwards from behind, the leather covering my vaginal opening, before fastening it to the belt at my back.

He then fastened the small lock to his belt. He pulled hard, and I watched his movements, a little confused. Ah, was he going to lock the chastity belt? I snapped back to reality: What was he doing? He was an old farmer; if I wore this, I'd become the old farmer's woman! A sense of impending doom made me sit up abruptly. "Don't lock it!" I cried, covering my naked lower body with my hands, but it was too late. *Crack* I heard a clear click as the lock tightened. He had already fastened it. I watched helplessly as he took the key off and put it in his pocket. "What's wrong?" I knew I was powerless now. I looked down at my lower body; the leather was pressed tightly against my genitals. I touched my back; an iron chain was firmly attached to the belt. Seeing myself tightly locked by the very thing that bound my womanly body, a wave of heartache made me clutch my clothes tightly, and tears welled up in my eyes.

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