Gang raped at the construction site

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Like other recent college graduates, I was busy looking for a job. Although I was born into a middle-class family, and my parents had some connections in the city, I didn't want them to find me a job. Like other modern girls, I hoped to find a job on my own, even a low-paying one, to satisfy my desire for independence. I also had a boyfriend, a college classmate, but our relationship had progressed slowly, partly due to my shyness and his reserved nature.

I majored in accounting, a field that's both in high demand and difficult to find in today's society. It's in demand because every company needs an accountant, but difficult because every company wants an experienced one. I understood this, so I decided to lower my expectations and start by gaining experience and qualifications. Hard work pays off, and soon I received a call from a real estate company asking me to come for an interview. It was my first interview, and I was both excited and nervous, so I did a lot of research online about interview techniques.

The next day, I put on a professional women's suit that I had never worn before, and I couldn't believe that the beautiful woman in the mirror was really me. A pink Western-style short skirt suit, black peep-toe heels with a front and back, plus light pink stockings I was wearing for the first time, made me look both mature and sexy, yet youthful and cute. For this interview, I even went to the hair salon yesterday to get a trendy Korean-style wavy hairstyle. After applying some light makeup, I confidently swayed in my heels.

The taxi took over an hour to arrive, and the driver gave me a suggestive look at my thighs as I got out, making me feel even more uncomfortable in this outfit for the first time. Looking around after getting out of the car, I was somewhat surprised. It wasn't the office district with rows of buildings I had imagined. To the left was a chaotic construction site, with a six-story building just starting to be painted; to the right, it looked more like a slum, with a group of ragged people sitting at the entrance, idly fanning themselves. I walked towards the construction site. After a few steps, I suddenly felt a hand grab my ankle, which startled me and made me cry out. Turning around, I saw an elderly beggar, around forty or fifty years old, lying weakly on the ground, muttering, "Please, young lady, have mercy..." I looked him over carefully. The old beggar had a broken leg, his body was covered in wounds, and his eyes were glazed over; he looked quite pitiful. Being kind-hearted, I took out 50 yuan from my wallet and gave it to the beggar. This was my taxi fare home that afternoon; I had decided to take the bus instead. The old beggar hesitated for a moment, then immediately began to kowtow profusely in gratitude. I smiled awkwardly at him and quickly continued towards the construction site.

After searching for a while, I finally found a small, single-story building that looked like an office on the construction site. Entering the room, I was startled to find a large group of migrant workers crammed inside, making a racket. I had no idea what was going on. I spotted a young man in a suit in the crowd and quickly went up to him, asking, "Excuse me, is this xxx Real Estate Development Company?" The man squeezed through the crowd and asked, "Who are you looking for?" I hurriedly replied, "I'm here for an interview. Where should I go for the interview?" The man, preoccupied with his own situation, said, "Sit there and wait. Our manager will be here shortly." Then he turned and shouted at the group of migrant workers, "Quiet! Quiet! Our manager will be here soon! I'm going to call him. You all wait quietly!" He then rushed into the inner room and locked the door. The migrant workers surrounded the doorway for a while, grumbling, before settling down to find places to sit.

I sat uncomfortably in a corner. I could tolerate the stench of sweat in the room, but this situation was so different from what I had expected. Just as I was feeling lost, I suddenly felt something warm on my legs. I looked up and was startled to see all the migrant workers staring blankly at my long, shapely legs. The atmosphere in the room froze instantly. I felt hot all over, and I desperately tried to close my legs together, covering the hem of my skirt with my shirt. Then a voice broke the silence, "Girl, your legs are so white! Is that because of your... stockings?" I blushed crimson with embarrassment and awkwardly cursed, "Pervert!" My voice was drowned out by a burst of laughter; no one heard me. Suddenly, I felt my stockings tighten. Looking down, I saw the migrant worker sitting next to me gently tugging at them. I stared at his face, filled with shame and anger. His face was covered in patches of black and white grime, except for two clean lines below his nose. His face was twisted with a wicked grin and infatuation, looking extremely ugly. Just as I was about to push him away, someone rushed in from outside, shouting, "Damn it! That kid's gone!! We're not getting our wages today!" Immediately, the room erupted in curses, and the migrant workers got up and started to leave. Just then, the guy next to me grabbed me and yelled, "Brothers, it's okay if we didn't get our wages, we'll try again tomorrow. But today we're all in luck, look what that fat guy brought us!" Everyone turned to look at me, and the room instantly became deathly quiet. I screamed in fright, "What do you want? If you come any closer, I'll call for help!" At that moment, a short, fat construction worker said to the crowd, "Zhang Ersha is right! This girl is in cahoots with that fat guy, if we don't get our wages, of course we'll take me as payment! Don't you all agree?" The group's eyes widened, and they started whispering, "Yeah, there's no one else on this construction site, let's get her to our shed and enjoy ourselves!" "Damn, this girl is fucking hot, her figure is even better than that TV host from yesterday!" "She looks like that... Sun Yanzi?"

Before I could even shout, a construction worker had already put a sack over my upper body from behind. Then I felt a bunch of people carrying me out. I struggled desperately, but I was no match for a group of migrant workers who toiled every day. All I felt were countless hands groping and scratching my legs, feet, hands, and body, causing me excruciating pain. Some even went so far as to lick my stockinged feet as they walked. Soon I was thrown to the ground, and the burlap sack over my head was ripped off. I immediately screamed, "Help! Help!! Someone save me!" The short, fat man wiped his drool and leered, saying, "You're in our shed, there's not a soul around, what good is screaming!... Damn, this girl's actually quite pretty when she cries!" The group of men swiftly stripped off their stinking clothes and pounced on me like wolves starving after a long winter, groping and licking me indiscriminately. They would never have the chance to speak to such a beautiful girl, let alone touch my body.

I was already sobbing uncontrollably. Seeing that screaming was useless, I pitifully begged them, "Brothers and uncles, please let me go! I just graduated and came here to look for work. If you let me go, I'll thank you properly..." But these hungry dogs, blinded by lust, had no concept of tenderness. In a few swift movements, they tore open my pink coat and the white shirt underneath, revealing my proud, youthful breasts. The people gathered in front were stunned. "My god, these are much prettier than my wife's! My wife's are all flat..." Suddenly, a migrant worker pounced on me like a madman and started biting me indiscriminately, making me scream in pain. Seeing this, a group of people swarmed around like flies, grabbing at me like they were fighting over steamed buns. My cries were drowned out by the excited panting of dozens of migrant workers.

Unable to reach the soft breasts, the migrant workers huddled on the periphery turned their attention elsewhere, and my long, beautiful legs in stockings and open-toed high heels naturally became their first target. Zhang Ersha was the first to rush forward; he was the first person in the office to flirt with me using stockings as a topic. In Zhang Ersha's mind, stockings and high heels were the distinguishing mark between city women and rural women. Although reform and opening up had led rural women to adopt stockings, our legs, deformed by hard work and poverty, still didn't look right in the best stockings. Now, holding such a pair of fair, slender legs in stockings, it felt like a dream for Zhang Ersha, who had always dreamed of becoming a city dweller. He licked my legs haphazardly, his hands gripping my ankles like iron clamps. Still a virgin, Zhang Ersha was completely isolated from his surroundings. As his tongue rubbed against the stockings and my legs, the fire in his chest burned brighter and brighter, and he just wanted to find a more special way to release it than he would have dared to imagine otherwise. So Zhang Ersha stopped licking my legs, shoved away the guy licking my instep, grabbed my foot tightly in my high heels (which were open in the back and closed in the front), and impatiently pulled out his penis, shoving it between my foot and the heel. My heels had a buckle at the back that held my heel in place, and the buckle's pull caused the heel to clamp tightly around Zhang Ersha's penis. On one side was the strange feel of the stockings and the soft, warm sole of my foot; on the other was the cold, hard surface of the high heel. In this peculiar clamping sensation, Zhang Ersha's eyes rolled back in pleasure as he thrust wildly, as if my foot were a lowly prostitute, forcefully and savagely fucking me. My whole body was being rubbed by the migrant workers' hands, penises, and tongues, and my mouth was stuffed with the short, fat man's tongue. This short, fat man had never married, yet now he was stuffing his fat, foul-smelling tongue into the mouth of a 20-year-old beauty, his saliva flowing uncontrollably into my mouth. Suddenly, I felt a scalding heat flow to the soles of my feet; Zhang Ersha had ejaculated.

The others frantically sought an outlet for their raging lust. Some imitated Zhang Ersha, rubbing my feet; some rubbed their penises haphazardly against my soft breasts; some desperately grabbed my hands to masturbate. The short, fat man shoved his foul-smelling penis into my mouth. Even a prostitute wouldn't want to lick such stinking, swollen flesh, yet it was completely stuffed into my sexy little mouth, reaching all the way to my throat. I kept gagging; the spasms in my throat and gushing saliva made the short, fat man's mind go blank with pleasure. He just left his penis stuck in my throat, forgetting to pull it out. I started to choke, my eyes rolling back, my whole body convulsing. If the migrant worker next to me hadn't quickly pushed the short, fat man away, I probably wouldn't have made it. After the fat man pulled out, I gasped for breath and coughed, but this didn't stop the others from continuing to use my beautiful body to vent their lust. The two migrant workers behind me, who were also fondling my beautiful feet, were like Zhang Ersha, completely bewitched. It was as if my feet possessed an innate, prostitute-like allure that made them unable to control themselves, fucking them wildly and roughly. The semen and the frenzied friction had torn my stockings, and the migrant worker fucking my feet simply shoved his penis into the torn hole and began to fuck me wildly.

A tall, thin migrant worker was frantically licking my beautiful legs when suddenly he started to convulse, the visual and tactile stimulation alone making him ejaculate. After sitting slumped for a while, he seemed to feel cheated, pushed away the heads that were pressed against my buttocks, pulled out his penis, and pressed it into the crevice of my pantyhose-clad buttocks. He stared blankly at my round, pert buttocks encased in stockings for a long time, motionless. He'd never seen such sexy buttocks, not even in pornographic magazines he'd scavenged from the garbage dump. When he finally came to his senses, he excitedly shouted, "City women's buttocks are just different! They're more beautiful than the moon!" He then climbed onto my back, his lower body rubbing rapidly against my buttocks through the stockings, biting my ear hard. I was too numb to feel the pain at that moment, completely dazed, letting these migrant workers do as they pleased. "Ouch!" the tall, thin migrant worker cried out, thrusting hard through the stockings, actually penetrating my anus. At the same time, semen spurted out, making a mess of my groin. The sharp pain from my anus jolted me awake, and I struggled and cried out. Before I could even utter a sound, another penis was shoved into my mouth. After the tall, thin man pulled his penis out, the stockings remained deeply embedded in his anus, forming a magically sexy hole. Several migrant workers rushed forward, eager to insert their penises into this irresistible opening. The friction between their penises and the anal wall through the semen-soaked stockings created a frenzied magic, causing the migrant worker clinging to my buttocks to move wildly as if he were on ecstasy. Unfortunately, after less than ten thrusts, the intense physical and psychological stimulation caused him to ejaculate. The stockings, still embedded in his anus, hadn't torn, and the semen flowed outwards, running down my thighs. The young migrant worker was unwilling to pull out, wanting to continue possessing this magical hole, but his friend wouldn't allow it, pulling him off, and a middle-aged migrant worker in his early forties immediately seized the opportunity to mount him. The other migrant workers who hadn't gotten any eagerly asked the tall, thin man, "How was it? How was it? What does it feel like to have a city woman's anus?" He finally came to his senses and cursed, "You guys don't know anything! This girl's anus is great, of course, but the feeling of having your dick inside while it's wrapped in stockings, the itchy and tight sensation, that's what's awesome! Much better than fucking my wife's loose hole!"

The other migrant workers seemed to understand after hearing this, and they were so eager that they trembled. Together, they flipped the middle-aged migrant worker who was riding on my butt like a dog over. "Brother, don't just enjoy yourself, there's another hole in front, make room for us!" The middle-aged migrant worker then flipped me over and hugged me from behind, his penis still erect and inserted in my anus. The other migrant workers hurriedly stepped forward and, following the tall, thin man's instructions, began to push their penises into my vagina through the stockings. The stockings were miraculously stretched into my vagina, tightly wrapping around his penis. I'd been dating my boyfriend for years, but I'd never let him touch me. Now, a migrant worker's filthy, foul-smelling penis was forcibly shoved inside me. Overwhelmed with shame and anger, the intense pain caused me to faint. Two migrant workers, one in front and one behind, sandwiched me in mid-air and began thrusting. The other workers, unable to access my mouth and breasts, could only vie to fuck my high-heeled feet. These silk-stockinged feet had already been fucked twenty or thirty times before; the high heels and stockings were smeared with saliva and semen, making these already alluring feet appear even more lewd.

This obscene scene was being secretly watched by a pair of eyes, eyes pressed against the ground. No one expected that the old beggar I'd given money to earlier had followed me into the construction site, and then, seeing me being carried out by the migrant workers, had followed me all the way here. No one knew how he had managed to convince his conscience not to help this poor, kind girl; he simply lay there, staring blankly with his muddled eyes.

I was being fucked in various positions by these migrant workers. The stockings stretched into my vagina were already torn, and semen was leaking out like water from a leaking pipe. More than thirty migrant workers each ejaculated on me no less than five times. They had been accumulating desire for a year, intending to unleash it on their plump wives back home after receiving their wages, but instead, they gave it all to me here. My vagina was swollen and red like two lips, stimulating the migrant workers to continue stuffing it in endlessly. After more than ten hours, the migrant workers finally left, satisfied. On the messy ground, I was left lying unconscious, my swollen and red buttocks sticking up, like a bitch waiting for the next person to fuck me. My clothes were now a mess of shreds, my stockings were torn to shreds, the stretched part still stuffed in my anus, my whole body was covered in white fluid, and my high heels were so covered in semen that their color was no longer visible. My swollen vagina was gushing semen like a spring.

The old beggar, who had been lying in wait outside for over ten hours, eagerly crawled over and pressed his entire body against me like a dog finding food. I was like a broken doll beneath him. Without any unnecessary movements, the old beggar directly shoved his smeared, greasy penis into my swollen vagina. The old beggar felt my vagina contracting incessantly, and the swelling of the inner walls made my vagina unusually tight. With each thrust of the old beggar, my vagina continuously expelled white semen. Just as the old beggar was lewdly moving on top of me, I suddenly woke up for some reason. When I turned my head and saw that the person on my back was the old beggar I had once given alms to, I completely broke down and tried to struggle with all my might. Unfortunately, after being tormented by forty men all night, I had no ability to resist and could only kick my high-heeled feet in spasms. My awakening excited the old beggar even more. He flipped me over onto my back and knelt in front of my vagina, continuing his frenzied fucking. The old beggar, while thrusting, grabbed one of my legs and greedily licked my toes, which were encased in stockings, through the opening of his open-toed high heels. Suddenly, he bit down hard on my toes, sole and all, and ejaculated after a few thrusts. The pain in my toes and the scalding semen made me scream. The old beggar continued thrusting without a care, his semen gushing out like a floodgate opening, as if it were the culmination of his entire life's work.

After four or five minutes, a flashlight beam shone in, and the old beggar, still not finished, hurriedly pulled out his penis and scurried into the shadows. I frantically cried for help to the people who had suddenly appeared, but they ignored me, only shining their flashlights on me. The leaders seemed to be discussing something. It turned out they were from the nearby slums, and had come after hearing my screams. After a while, a man finally came over, picked me up, and carried me on his shoulder. I breathed a sigh of relief; the terrible nightmare of more than ten hours was finally coming to an end, and the poor girl immediately fell into a deep sleep.

I slowly opened my eyes. Before me wasn't my parents or the doctor, but the lewd face of a filthy, fat man, his erect penis violating my lower body. Looking around, I saw dozens of men from the slums surrounding me; some were masturbating, some were fondling my stockinged feet, some were licking my nipples. I fainted again…

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