Gang rape of a corrupt official's daughter

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Gang Rape of a Corrupt Official's Daughter

(Format: Girl Killer;
Word Count: 6187)

My father is a very lecherous man. He has slept with many girls. Some of them used their power to rape women in his company. Sometimes he would go to brothels and spend hundreds of dollars to satisfy his lust. Even I, his own daughter, was one of his sexual partners (although I enjoyed doing so). It's not a big deal for my father to go to prostitutes; it's just spending money, and there won't be any trouble afterwards. But it's different when he sleeps with women in his own company. And now, trouble has come. Unexpectedly, the revenge has come on to me.
Among the women my father slept with, the boyfriends of two of them somehow found out about my father's affairs with their girlfriends. They somehow got in touch and probably conspired to come to my house together to get revenge on my father and cripple this old lecher (that's what they said).
That day, my father wasn't home; I was alone. When I heard the knock on the door, I thought someone had come to deliver a gift, or one of my father's mistresses was bored and wanted to have sex with him. I opened the door and was a little surprised to see two men, but I still let them inside. Who accepts bribes outside?
They asked if my father was home, and I said no. They said to tell me what they wanted. They said it was fine, they could do it differently. I didn't understand what they were saying, but looking at them, I noticed they had become very fierce. I felt something was wrong and wanted to send them away. I said, "You can leave now, we can talk about it later." They grinned menacingly: "Your lecherous father played with our girlfriend, today we'll play with his daughter too!"
I was terrified and tried to run, but they punched me in the stomach. I was in so much pain that I broke out in a sweat and doubled over.
They punched me in the back, and I collapsed to the ground, feeling like I was about to faint. I was terrified. I thought they wouldn't kill me. The thought of death made my gallbladder feel like it was going to burst, and my mouth tasted bitter.
One of them picked up a fruit knife I had left on the coffee table and brandished it at my face, saying to the other, "Let's ruin her image, let that old bastard regret it for the rest of his life." I was terrified. Tears welled up in my eyes, and I cried out, "No! It's not my fault! I don't know anything! Please let me go!"
He slapped me across the face, making my ears ring and my vision blur. "Say that again and I'll chop you up!" I shuddered, staring at him with tearful fear.
Another man said, "No need, brother. His father slept with our girlfriends, we'll sleep with his daughter! Girlfriends can be replaced, but his daughter can't. He humiliated us for a moment, but we'll humiliate him for life!" The man with the knife looked at my face and said, "Good, at least it'll make you feel a little better."
Only then did I understand what had happened. It was all my father's fault. He had such a good woman at home, yet he didn't cherish her and insisted on going out and having affairs. Now look what happened! He doesn't know what he's done to me. But I was also somewhat relieved. As long as they were after my body, there was hope for a turnaround. Raping me once wasn't a big deal, as long as they didn't kill me or disfigure me. My father had sex with me too, it was the same thing.
They told me to take off my clothes. I was still a little panicked and slowed down, so they slapped me across the face, making half my face numb and burning. Terrified, I quickly stripped naked; shame had long been replaced by fear. When I was naked, their eyes widened. I knew that none of the girls in the factory who had slept with my father were prettier than me, including their girlfriends. My body was more alluring than their girlfriends'. I was sure they had never slept with a girl as beautiful as me.
Their lust instantly overshadowed their desire for revenge. Their hands greedily caressed every inch of my smooth, white, and shapely body. One of their lips moved to mine, sucking out my tongue and sucking it incessantly, as if savoring a delicious delicacy.
I knew I was inevitably going to be raped. If I went along with them, it would probably be good for me. But if I resisted, I might not only be raped, but also be silenced or disfigured, which would be truly terrible. So I didn't object; instead, my lust intensified. I let out a soft "ooh," immediately opened my red lips, and offered him my tongue, sucking on his tongue in return. My hands reached out to touch their bodies.
I felt their engorged penises, as if they were about to burst my pants. Without a word, one of them immediately stripped off all his clothes, hugged me tightly, and kissed me frantically all over my body.
Another man's lips moved away from mine, kissing their way down my shapely face, slowly making their way down. When his kisses reached my smooth, white breasts, he slid his hands to my chest, fiercely cupping my high, round breasts, teasingly pushing them back and forth, his fingers kneading my nipples. He even stuck out his tongue, gently licking my other nipple.
With both nipples being so sensitively caressed, I reached the peak of excitement, constantly emitting moans and groans.
The man's naked body trembled, his thick, powerful penis rubbing incessantly against my labia, bringing my desire to its highest point. Finally, our intertwined bodies inevitably joined together, and his penis entered my vagina. He thrust in and out, desperately, his hips undulating with each stroke, his hands tightly gripping my legs, his breath coming in gasps. My body writhed with each thrust, my hands gripping his body tightly, head tilted back, eyes closed, moaning ecstatically.
The other man abandoned my breasts, took out his penis, and placed it on my lips. Faced with his thick, red rod, I felt a mixture of love and fear. My trembling hands grasped his penis, and I opened my wet lips, taking the red glans into my mouth, sucking it incessantly.
He used my lips as a gateway to a paradise, moving in and out, thrusting in and out. I responded to his movements, my lips moving in and out; he became even more excited, his engorged penis thrusting even faster in my mouth. The two of them occupied my mouth and upper and lower orifices, fueled by their burning lust, relentlessly pursuing me, sweating profusely; and under their combined assault, I gradually reached the peak of excitement…
The man inside me, his face flushed, panted, continuing his vigorous thrusting. Suddenly, he moved faster and harder, and soon his whole body trembled. He let out a low growl, and his penis finally gushed out a large amount of thick, fluid-like substance into my mouth again and again. The other man who was fucking my vagina was also at his climax. He noticed that I was trembling all over and breathing heavily, about to ejaculate at any moment. So he thrust a few more times, and suddenly thrust forward with force. I cried out "Ah!" and ascended to heaven in bliss, my vaginal fluid gushing out and splashing onto his glans. He also ejaculated at the same time, the fluid-like substance filling my vagina. All three of us experienced extremely satisfying orgasms at the same time.
Their previously hard penises were now limp and detached from my body. The two men sat down, panting, looking at my white, naked body with comfortable smiles. After I was satisfied, I lay face down, my eyes closed in satisfaction, breathing intermittently. My naked body rose and fell as they made me lie on my back on the coffee table, limbs spread wide, my vulva shamelessly exposed. I felt utterly ashamed, but I had no choice but to submit to their merciless manipulation.
They tied my limbs to the four legs of the coffee table and began to ravage my body again.
My breasts, now even more erect and upturned, adorned with pale pink, bud-like nipples, exuded a mature and alluring femininity, amplified by the recent sexual experience.
The man who had just penetrated my mouth suppressed his burning desire and gently pressed and kneaded my breasts.
Under his increasingly fervent kneading, my breasts became engorged with blood, and my nipples hardened and stood erect; I exhaled a soft breath.
He became increasingly engrossed in his play, immediately using his index finger and thumb to gently pinch and twist my two alluring nipples back and forth, burying his head in my cleavage and rubbing them softly; at this moment, my breathing gradually quickened, and I even let out low moans.
He used his lips and tongue to kiss my way up my breasts from my cleavage, then extended his tongue to tease and circle the pink areolas, while his lips pressed against my nipples, sucking them softly. It was so stimulating.
He kept sucking, and his hands began to wander, rubbing my firm breasts without restraint, then slowly stroking down, gently touching my abdomen, navel, and lower abdomen, finally probing into my honey pot, boldly teasing the labia beneath the pubic hair with his fingers.
I trembled all over, my long legs trying to close, but they were held in place, turning into helpless twitches.
His fingers were like terrifying weapons, constantly teasing my labia, and my entire honey pot gradually became wet. His fingers teased and his tongue moved with all his might, his lips sucking and kissing her breasts relentlessly. I was overwhelmed and my body went limp. I moaned incessantly, my body writhing involuntarily with his caresses.
He thrust his erect penis against my vulva, one hand holding it, aiming it at my vaginal opening, and with a thrust, he shoved it all the way in. He grasped my breasts with both hands, kneading them vigorously while violently thrusting his penis in and out. With each thrust, I felt my labia flip inside my vagina; with each pull, they flipped back out, revealing my pink vulva. His penis pounded in and out, the sounds of his thrusts filling the air, and I thrust my hips back and forth in response to his movements. My face was flushed from his fucking, my breasts were swollen like small mountains, and my labia were large, hard, and red. I lay weakly on the coffee table. Perhaps this position was too stimulating; after a series of vigorous thrusts, he shuddered and ejaculated a stream of hot semen deep into my vagina. I shuddered, and my vagina began to contract, sucking and trying to squeeze out all his semen.
The other guy had been watching with growing arousal, and as soon as this guy ejaculated, he couldn't wait to pounce on my body. I thought he would thrust into my honey pot without any restraint, and I prepared myself to receive another cock fucking my hole. But instead,
he untied my limbs, made me lie face down on the coffee table, spread my legs wide, and inserted his cock into my vagina. I thought he had some new trick up his sleeve, but it was still just fucking my hole! I was lying down and he was fucking me the same.
But it was okay, I could move now, and it felt a little better.
Oh no, I had just relaxed when I realized something was wrong. He pulled his penis out of my vagina and pressed it, still wet with my juices, against my anus. I was startled. Was he going to penetrate me from behind? No way! Only Dad had penetrated that place a few times; it's still so tender!
My fears came true. His penis relentlessly thrust into my anus. I felt pain. I quickly relaxed my body. Based on my experience with Dad's anal sex, I knew that contracting would be very painful at this moment; the key was to relax. But it still hurt a little. I quickly smeared some of my vaginal fluid onto his penis, and it finally went in. I breathed a sigh of relief. What followed was the pleasure his penis would bring me.
He thrust rapidly in and out of my anus, and I arched my back in response, meeting his movements. We moaned lasciviously, fucking each other with pleasure. He pushed his penis deep into my body again and again, and my intestines throbbed for his penis. I stroked my clitoris, using my lascivious stimulation to encourage his thrusts. I thought that if I ejaculated, I could definitely shoot my semen into my stomach. Thinking of this, my vagina, stimulated by my hand, leaked fluid all over the table.
The other man, watching with a tingling sensation, had probably never seen such a scene of intercourse before. His already limp penis slowly hardened, and he wanted to put it in my mouth. I opened my mouth, waiting for his penis. I was disappointed again.
The man who was having sex with me said, "Dude, let's fuck this bitch together." I felt very uncomfortable, but I had no choice. I was their plaything now; I had no power to resist. Even if I did, I don't think I would.
The impatient man said, "How? Just put it in her mouth." The man who was having sex with me said, "Wait a minute." The man who was having sex with me helped me up, and I obediently followed his instructions. I also wanted to know how they would all have sex with me together. My body stood up, my anus still tightly gripping a penis.
The man who was having sex with me was penetrating my anus while playing with my breasts. I stood there, not knowing how he was going to fuck me with another man. A penis was inserted into my anus, and I didn't know which one he was going to insert there. I anticipated, waited, and longed.
The man fucking my anus gestured for me to press closer to his body, so his penis wouldn't fall out of my anus.
I was careful, afraid his penis would fall out with a sudden movement; how disappointed I would be then. He sat on the coffee table, and I moved with him. When he sat down, I was sitting on his penis, wrapped around it. Because of my weight, my anus was deeply enveloping his penis, and I felt like his penis was about to penetrate me.
Since the man fucking my anus was behind me, I was now facing another man. My breasts, my vulva, were exposed to him. My dark pubic hair and wet vulva were like a captivating vortex, waiting for him to plunge into passionate pleasure. I understood; in this position, he could penetrate my vulva. The thought that he could also penetrate my vulva made my juices flow uncontrollably.
The man who was fucking my anus lifted my legs, spreading them wide like he was holding a child to urinate, leaving my vagina completely exposed to this impatient guy. Without any hesitation, he thrust his already hard penis into my vagina. Because I was so wet, his penis slid in so easily. I moaned with pleasure, cried out lasciviously, my vagina contracting to welcome his penetration.
It was so full, so overflowing, filling my vagina, filling my heart, filling my life. I felt that my body had only just learned what fullness truly meant! The penis in front thrust rapidly in and out of my vagina, while the penis behind deeply penetrated my anus. I don't know which penis brought me to orgasm; with each thrust and withdrawal, my pleasure reached its peak. I shook my sweaty head, screaming loudly, my body twisting wildly, not knowing how to respond, or which penis to respond to. I felt each penis thrust deeper and deeper, each one more pleasurable than the last.
The guy fucking my pussy took my legs, held them, and thrust into me hard. The guy behind me was playing with my breasts. I felt like we were a sandwich, and I was the sausage in the middle.
I now realized that there was only a thin layer of skin between my pussy and anus. I could clearly feel their penises pressing against each other, and the heat from the friction rushed to my brain, filling it with wanton pleasure. When the pleasure reached my pussy, I ejaculated, releasing my vaginal fluids that soaked the penises inside, warm and soothing them. My anus contracted, tightly gripping the other penis, squeezing it hard. In response to my intense reaction, they both ejaculated as well. Semen filled my pussy and anus.
Perhaps it was too stimulating, because their penises started to harden again while still inside me. I was shocked by the changes in their penises. I couldn't take it anymore, but they still wanted to fuck me. I started to pity my pussy, wondering if they would ruin it.
They started fucking me again, and I was in a state of wanton ecstasy. I couldn't think of anything else but pleasure. I had nothing else to think about. All I wanted was for them to keep fucking me, fucking me, fucking me.
After a few dozen thrusts, the guy who was fucking my anus complained: "Dude, this won't do. My movements are too small, it's not satisfying."
The man penetrating my vagina clearly admired the man penetrating my anus. He humbly said, "Okay, what do you suggest? How about we switch? You can have some fun too." I was furious at how they treated me. What did they take me for? They were penetrating me, yet acting as if I didn't exist. Why didn't they ask for my opinion?
The man penetrating my anus said, "No need. I really enjoy penetrating her ass." His vagina had been penetrated by countless men, but his ass was tight, making penetration more enjoyable. I was very unhappy. Who had ever penetrated me? Besides my father and me, who else had sex with me? My boyfriends, though they had sex with me, only a few times. My father's evaluation of my vagina was: tight, wet, sensitive, and unforgettable. Now, with them, my vagina seemed so cheap. I really didn't understand. Penetrating me like this was a complete waste.
Before I could protest, they hoisted me onto the light fixture on the ceiling. My feet barely touched the ground, swaying like a pendulum. I didn't know what they were going to do. It was infuriating. I thought they were just going to fuck me like that, but it wasn't like that. They hoisted one of my legs up, making my legs stand in a straight line. My genitals were completely exposed.
They clamped my breasts between my hoisted legs, wrapped a string around my legs, and tied the two ends of the string to my nipples. I didn't dare lower my legs even a little bit now, because that would damage my nipples. I begged them for mercy in fear, and they laughed and inserted their penises into my vagina and anus respectively.
Now I knew what it meant to experience pain and pleasure at the same time.
I was like a sandbag, being mercilessly beaten by their penises. In the midst of stimulation and fear, I slowly sublimated the essence of sex, experiencing the greatness of sexuality. I don't know when, when I was struggling helplessly in a dazed state during sex, they ejaculated. At this moment, I couldn't feel sexual pleasure anymore; I felt that my essence had been taken away by their penises.
I don't know when they left. I only know I was still hanging from the roof, my semen flowing over my numb anus and vagina, and down one of my legs. I waited helplessly for my family to arrive. I didn't know how much longer my breasts could last.
When my father came home, he was horrified to see me: I was hanging from the roof with my head down, my nipples had turned blackish-purple, and a fruit knife was stuck upside down in my anus. The cold blade was a warning to my father. A banana was stuck in my vagina, eaten near my labia. The banana was half-exposed in my vagina, which was full of vaginal fluid; I didn't know how many more were inside.
My father didn't call the police, perhaps for my future, perhaps for something else. I didn't think about it, and I didn't want to think about it anymore. What comforted me was that my father would wholeheartedly use his body to comfort the body I had given him. What more could I ask for? Isn't this what women want?! Although the person who gave it to me was my father, and although my father couldn't give it to me forever, I was satisfied. How many men in a woman's life would do this for her pleasure?! I hope that in the future I won't depend on someone who only seeks pleasure from me but doesn't bring me any real joy!

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