Vancouver gang rape scandal (1)

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(a) Humiliation on the bus

My name is Liang Ya-ching. I immigrated to Canada from Taiwan with my parents when I was young. After I finished high school, my family sold their house in the West End and returned to Taiwan, leaving me alone to continue my university studies in Vancouver. I shared an apartment with my two roommates, Pan Xin-xin and Chiyo Miwako. The three of us attended the same university, and their situations were similar to mine. Xin-xin's family was in Taiwan, and she lived alone here. Chiyo Miwako's parents were in Japan, and she had a younger sister who was four years younger than her studying alone in Victoria, so they didn't live together.

That year, I was 20 years old and a junior in university. I had a boyfriend who was already working. I was petite: 5 feet 2 inches tall, 93 pounds, and a standard 32C-23-33 figure. Xin-xin was a little older than me and had a better figure: 5 feet 6 inches tall, only 105 pounds, and a perfect 34C-24-35 figure. Miwako is the eldest of the three of us, a graduate student. She looks a bit like Norika Fujiwara, with a sweet smile, 5 feet 7 inches tall, 110 pounds, and a 34D-24-36 figure—the kind of woman any man would fantasize about immediately having sex with. Sexually, the three of us are quite open-minded.

I asked my boyfriend, Billy, if he liked Miwako Chiyo and Pan Xinxin's figures. He flattered me, saying he preferred petite women like me, which made me feel a little better. It's also quite upsetting that, although many friends say I'm as cute as a Barbie doll, with good proportions and a pretty face, and could easily compete in the Miss Chinese International Pageant, because I'm too short, I can only be a print model, taking pretty photos.

That Saturday, my boyfriend asked one of his former high school classmates to go to a disco. His classmate said he wanted to see his girlfriend, and Billy kept insisting I go. It's not that I didn't want to go, but Billy actually wanted me to dress very sexily, because he thought that would allow his classmate to see my figure and envy him. In Vancouver, every summer girls dress scantily and provocatively, trying to show off their figures as much as possible during the short summer months (including those over 200 pounds).

I couldn't resist his insistence, so I agreed to dress a little sexier. That day, I wore a low-cut white top with thin straps, held together by a single thin string at the back, paired with a red three-quarter sleeve cover-up. Of course, I wasn't wearing a bra underneath, because you can't wear one if your back is exposed. The white top wasn't thin, so my nipples shouldn't be visible from the outside, but my breasts would inevitably bounce noticeably when I walked. For the bottom, I wore a thin, light blue silk skirt. Bili also told me not to wear stockings, but I thought it was hot and I was going to dance, so I didn't want to. My legs are fair and white, so there's not much difference without stockings! Finally, I added a pair of newly bought white ankle boots. I thought that should be sexy enough.

Bili was supposed to drive me here in the afternoon, but he had to pick up another female classmate, Yang Yiwen, who lived further away. "Yaqing, I'm sorry, Eva is running late, so I'll go pick her up first. You live closer, so you can take the bus." Could Eva be trying to use this opportunity to get closer to my boyfriend? The thought made me uncomfortable, but I reluctantly took the bus.

It was the busiest time of evening, and after waiting ages, the bus finally started moving slowly. There weren't many people on the bus, but there were definitely no seats. The bus moved slowly, and more and more people boarded. When we got to the school stop, a bunch of high school boys rushed on, I don't know if it was intentional, but they all crowded around me.

I was clinging to a pillar, feeling completely surrounded. Now I really regretted wearing so little; were these boys going to do something inappropriate? The stench of sweat around me made me feel incredibly uncomfortable. Although they were supposed to be boys, they all seemed to be 4 or 5 inches taller than me. They spoke really loudly, and they sounded like they were on the school's hockey team, a bit arrogant.

I pretended to ignore them, but the boy diagonally in front of me kept staring at me, making me really uncomfortable. Soon, because there were more people, the boy behind me seemed to be deliberately pushing forward. I knew that someone was already touching my buttocks through my thin skirt. Even more outrageous, another hand actually reached between my legs and into my groin. I had to suddenly squeeze my thighs together; it really scared me! Because I was wearing a very thin, white, transparent thong, his hand was almost touching my genitals! I had to let out a soft "Mmm..." and turn my head slightly, hoping they would stop.

But it was obviously no use. Another hand reached under my blouse and into my back. I wanted to scream, but then I thought it was just some curious little guys touching me, so I just passively resisted. But these kids were really precocious; their hands, reaching behind my back, untied the knots at the back and roamed up and down my smooth back, leaving my backless white top only held up by two thin threads around my neck.

I couldn't really care less, because even though my legs were pressed together, the hand at my crotch was already fiddling with my ultra-thin, tiny panties. Thongs only have a small transparent strip separating near the vagina, and his fingers seemed to be trying to slip through that strip to penetrate my vagina, making me incredibly itchy. The guy with the hand on my buttocks was even worse, slowly pulling my thin skirt up against my buttocks, almost completely exposing them. Meanwhile, two classmates grabbed my hands that were gripping the railing; they were surprisingly strong. At that point, all I could do was press my legs together and hope they would only touch me a little on the bus and then stop.

The boy in front of me, watching me being violated, asked, "Miss, you're so beautiful. Can we be friends?" Before I could answer, his hand from above grabbed my right breast from behind and caressed my nipple, while his other hand smoothly slipped his fingers inside my vagina and started rubbing them.

From the moment my skirt was lifted, I lost count of how many hands were on me. One hand reached around from behind to the front and touched my clitoris inside my underwear, and it felt like two hands were touching my buttocks. They seemed to be deliberately surrounding me so that others wouldn't see. I had never had so many hands touching my most sensitive areas at once. I felt my breasts swell, my nipples harden, and I was already very wet down there. "Ah...ah...mmm...mmm..." I couldn't help but moan softly.

"Can we be friends? We're on the school's popsicle team." "Sure... but... um... could you please leave... um... me alone?" I pleaded, my voice trembling. The classmates next to me egged me on, saying, "We can leave you alone! But you have to come with us for a whole day and night!" "No! I have a date tonight," I said, as a hand pulled my underwear down to my thighs. "Oh! No!... What are you doing?" I looked down and saw the guy using a craft knife to cut off one end of my underwear, easily pulling it off. My crotch suddenly felt cold. The other classmate who was holding my hand snatched my backpack away.

"You guys are going too far! Give me back my backpack or I'm going to scream!" I was terrified.

"Hmph! Go ahead and scream, miss! If you scream, we'll strip you naked in one go! Do you think we'll take off your mini skirt and backless top very quickly?"
I knew they were right. If these guys pounced on me, it would only take a few seconds, and I was sure I'd be left with nothing but my white ankle boots. I didn't dare resist anymore; who knew if they were violent? I could only accept my fate. I thought that if I satisfied them quickly, they would let me go, so I gave up all struggle and let them grope me without restraint. Anyway, they couldn't do much on the bus, at most just touch me. But their actions became increasingly outrageous. "What...what do you want? Um...hey..." I asked urgently, starting to panic. Although I was talking to this young boy, the others' hands were busy. I was being touched so much that I could barely stand. My breasts were already being kneaded by two hands. "Miss, your nipples are hard! Are you trying to seduce someone into raping you? Wearing such convenient clothes." Someone actually said this in my ear. His words made me blush with shame, my heart pounding wildly. The situation below was even worse. One hand was touching my clitoris, while the other hand inserted two fingers into my vagina and moved them back and forth. That area was already soaking wet. And now, another hand was even probing my anus. "Ah...oh...you guys are too...ouch!...please...please stop...okay?...oh...ha..." My legs went weak, my mind went blank, and my breathing became increasingly rapid. I was almost too weak to moan.

"So, what time are you going to stay out tonight? We're off tomorrow and we'd like to ask you to hang out, okay?" "I'm going to BB Disco, it'll probably be over around midnight or 1 a.m.? I have to go home by then ." My mind was completely occupied by the sensory stimulation, and I actually answered him truthfully.

"Okay then! We'll wait for you at the disco entrance at 12:30! This purse is collateral." This young man

is really too cunning. "Don't be afraid, we won't hurt you, we just want a cool beauty like you to hang out with us, and we also want to be friends with you." He said, pretending to be somewhat sincere. But I didn't have time to care about his feigned sincerity, because so many hands had already touched me so much that I almost groaned out loud. "Okay! I promise... you guys, ah... don't... touch me anymore, this is... oh... a bus!"

"Classmates, please spare the young lady!" He commanded like a little leader, and everyone stopped. My legs went weak and I fell, he rushed forward to catch me, and even gave my breast a squeeze. "Oh! Thank you!" I really had to thank him, otherwise I would have really sat down on the ground.

"Don't know your name yet, miss?"

"My name is Ya-ching, 'Ching' with the grass radical."

"That's a really nice name!" the lecherous classmate next to me replied.

"My name is An-zu, I'm the captain of the hockey team. We're on the school's hockey team. Although we were a little rude to you just now, we're not delinquents! It's just that you're really too attractive!" he said sweetly.

"Sister Ya-ching, we won't bully you!" the classmate next to me chimed in.

"Then you can give me back my purse first, then we can be friends." I said, thinking to myself, you guys dared to be so brazen in harassing me on the bus, isn't that bullying? If there were no one around, you would have gang-raped me.

"Okay! But I need your home address and phone number." An-zu replied.

"...Okay!" I said helplessly.

"You can't lie!"

"I have it in my purse, you wouldn't lie!" I had no choice but to tell him the truth. My classmate next to me copied down my information, and Anzu returned my bag.

"Ya-ching! We'll wait for you outside the disco at 12:30 tonight!"

Good heavens! They're really energetic, waiting for me so late. I had no choice but to agree.

"Where do you guys want to go so late?" I asked. "Night walk!" one classmate replied.

"You're going to wait for me until midnight before you go for your night walk?" I asked in surprise. "No, we'll pick you up then," Anzu said.

"But don't blame me if I'm tired! I've been dancing all night!" "No problem, you can sleep in the car if you're tired, we have a friend driving," the guy who cut my underwear replied.

What's so great about a night walk that late? The thought that they insisted on asking me out tonight, and that they might gang up on me, made me uneasy. But I had already been aroused by their touching, and I didn't refuse their malicious invitation. "Okay! See you tonight!" The bus had arrived at Broadway West, and my stop had just arrived. I was too embarrassed to ask for my underwear back, since it had already been cut and was unwearable anyway, so I hurriedly got off the bus. As I left, I heard them say, "How much can that transparent panty cover?" "But she doesn't seem to have much pubic hair, so it should cover it..." I was so embarrassed!

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