Raped by a taxi driver

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I had arranged to meet a client at a bar to discuss a business deal. That day, I wore a tight-fitting short dress. It was very sexy, with a zipper that opened from the neckline to the hem, the kind that could be pulled down like a shirt.

To close the deal, I deliberately zipped it down low, revealing my white cleavage and making my breasts appear almost spill out. I hoped this would make my male client more willing to sign the contract. Afterwards, I thought it was probably my outfit that attracted those perverts.

While discussing the business with my client, I noticed three men at the next table staring at my chest, making noises, and occasionally letting out lewd laughter. I didn't pay much attention at the time; I encounter these kinds of people all day. I talked with my client until almost midnight, finally reaching an agreement.

I left the bar. He walked me to the street outside and then left. After our pleasant parting, I stood alone by the roadside waiting for a taxi. Suddenly, I noticed the three men who had been sitting next to me had also come out and were now lecherously staring at me. Instinctively, I zipped my blouse up as high as I could.

Just then, a taxi pulled up beside me, and I opened the door and got in. At that moment, the three men suddenly rushed over. One of them opened the front door and got into the passenger seat, while a tall man and a fat man squeezed in on either side of me, sandwiching me in the middle of the back seat. I immediately tried to get up to leave, but they grabbed me from both sides and quickly closed the door. The driver turned around to say something, but the man in the passenger seat pulled out a dagger about a foot long and said menacingly, "Drive."

The driver immediately started the car without saying anything more. As soon as the car started moving, the two men next to me began to grope me. The fat man on my left reached around from behind and put his arm around my waist, while the tall man on my right began to grope my left thigh.

I struggled and screamed, "Indecent assault! Indecent assault!" But no one paid any attention to me. "Miss, aren't you lonely? It's so early, let's play together!" The tall man said, as he wiped the stocking off my left leg from top to bottom.

This action disgusted me, and I struggled even harder. My struggle probably displeased the fat man to my left. He pulled out a small knife with a serrated back from his pocket and said menacingly, "Behave yourself, or I'll slash your face!" He then lightly scratched my face with the side of the knife. His threat made me panic, my mind went blank, and I dared not scream or move again. Seeing that he had frightened me, he placed his right hand on my thigh and began to grope me wantonly.

I dared not resist anymore; who knew if they had violent tendencies? I could only accept my bad luck. I thought that as long as I satisfied them quickly, they would let me go, so I gave up all resistance and let them play with me wantonly. Anyway, they couldn't do much in the car. At most, they'd just touch me. But I was terribly wrong.

"Right, isn't it better to cooperate like this? That way everyone's happy, right?" the tall guy on the right said, pulling my right leg open and placing it on his left leg. His left hand continued to stroke my thigh, occasionally reaching out to rub my breasts through my clothes.

The fat guy on the left did the same, placing my left leg on his right leg and groping my body. This left me in a shameful position with my legs wide open. Soon, the tall guy started touching my genitals through my underwear. I still remembered the knife, so I didn't dare move. After about five minutes, I felt my genitals become engorged and started producing vaginal fluid.

Although I felt extreme disgust, my body, untouched for so long, reacted differently. I was conflicted, even secretly hoping they wouldn't stop. "I was coerced, I'm a normal person. Of course I'd react, it's not that I'm lewd," I kept trying to justify myself to lessen my shame.

At the same time, the fat man on my left reached behind me with his right hand, slapped my right breast, and pulled me into his arms, roughly squeezing me. He then yanked the zipper of my dress down. Instinctively, I grabbed my coat tightly, screaming, "No, don't do this!" But they wouldn't listen; instead, they pulled harder. "Don't resist, you've already reacted, haven't you?" the tall man said with a lewd grin.

He reached into my underwear to touch my genitals. When he realized I was wet, he became even more excited, rubbing my labia with his fingers and occasionally touching my clitoris.

This sensation was far stronger than the touch through my underwear; a jolt of electricity shot through my brain, and I felt weak all over, only able to close my eyes and lean back in my chair, panting softly. While my attention was focused on my genitals, the fat man seized the opportunity to pull down the zipper of my dress. They pulled my dress apart, revealing my body, which was only wearing a bra and panties.

"Ha, such white and smooth skin, such big breasts, such a sexy body! This is going to be so good!" the tall man yelled. "Are you trying to seduce someone into raping you? Wearing such convenient clothes for us, I'll give you a good time, hahaha..." the fat man chuckled in my ear while lightly digging his fingers into my cleavage.

His words made me blush with shame, but his heavy breath on the back of my ear created a ticklish sensation that aroused me even more. They must be experienced; their touch was just right, making me wet. To be honest, I was enjoying it physically, although I was still disgusted. But I kept making excuses for myself, which lessened the humiliation considerably.

They groped and groped for a while, then the taller one reached behind my back to unhook my bra. I instinctively leaned against the back of the chair, preventing him from succeeding. "Watch this!" the fat man said, pulling out his small knife and reaching between my breasts to easily rip open the thin strap. My bra immediately parted, completely exposing my white breasts, which excited the two men even more. I could feel their heavy breathing on my face.

The cold feeling of the knife against my skin when the fat man cut my bra strap terrified me, completely extinguishing any remaining will to resist. I let the fat man cut my panties in half from both sides of my waist. By this time,

I was almost completely naked, utterly defenseless, at their mercy. My mind was blank, and I could only occasionally let out moans that were hard to tell if they were from fear or excitement. They rubbed my breasts from side to side, gently pinching my hardened nipples, and occasionally licking them with their tongues.

My breasts felt both itchy and pleasurable from their ministrations. Seeing I was almost there, the fat man brought his alcohol-reeking mouth to mine. I turned away in disgust, but he roughly grabbed my hair and forced a kiss, his tongue quickly plunging into my mouth, swirling around my soft tongue.

His hands weren't idle either, constantly kneading my nipples. The tall man wasn't to be outdone; he lowered his head and licked my genitals, occasionally inserting his tongue into my vagina, making my entire vaginal opening wet—I couldn't tell if it was his saliva or my own vaginal fluid.

Under their combined assault, my vagina contracted strongly, my mind went blank, and I actually reached orgasm. After the orgasm, I felt completely exhausted, panting heavily. But they wouldn't let me go. The fat man quickly pulled down his pants, revealing his penis, which was quite large, about 15 or 16 centimeters, a bit bigger than my ex-boyfriend's.

He forcefully spread my legs and knelt on the ground between them, aiming his penis at my opening. But he didn't rush to penetrate; instead, he rubbed the head of his penis against my vaginal opening, making me feel weak and then immediately aroused again, my lower body uncontrollably leaking fluid.

The fat man looked very pleased with himself, rubbing his penis repeatedly to get it completely wet. The tall man, not to be outdone, licked my breasts and rubbed his penis against my thighs.

“Say it, you want it!” the fat man said, rubbing the head of his penis against my vaginal opening. “No, no…” Although I desperately wanted him to penetrate me, my womanly shame kept me stubborn.

“Say it, you actually want it. You’re so wet and you still say no.” The fat man increased the rubbing. “No, no…” I remained stubborn. The fat man finally lost patience. He positioned the head of his penis against my vaginal opening and deliberately made an exaggerated movement, “plop!” and thrust his penis all the way in.

“Ah…” I screamed in pain. Oh my god! It hurt! It hurt so much! My body and I were overwhelmed by pain. But as he thrust faster and faster, the pain slowly disappeared and turned into waves of pleasure. After being played with for so long, now I was finally being fucked.

The fat man went all out! The intense thrusting, the engorged penis rubbing against my vaginal walls, wave after wave of intense pleasure pushed me to the peak. Compared to that, the feeling of being touched by fingers and licked by tongue was nothing.

I groaned loudly, moaning incessantly, truly experiencing ecstasy. I never imagined that someone as usually refined as me could be so wanton. My protruding vulva was being slapped repeatedly, my soft breasts bouncing violently with each thrust, accompanied by the soft, squelching sounds of penetration and my constant moans, further stimulating my central nervous system. Before long, I reached my second orgasm.

The fat man continued to rape me, while the tall man seemed to be getting impatient. He turned my head, pinched my mouth, and forced me to stick out my tongue for him to suck. He also vigorously rubbed my breasts with his hands, while my right hand was on his waist, and my left hand was forced to stroke his penis.

At this moment, the fat man increased his speed, thrusting into me frantically. Finally, the fat man shouted and ejaculated all his hot semen inside me. "My turn." The tall guy and the fat guy switched places. The tall guy knelt in front of me and slowly inserted his penis into my vagina. This tall guy seemed to know how to be gentle, going in and out slowly. After a while, my vagina gradually adapted, and my uncooperative vaginal fluid started flowing again, mixing with the semen the fat guy had just ejaculated, running down my thighs and onto the seat.

By this time, I was already babbling incoherently, "Ah...ah...I'm going to die..." Then he started to speed up and thrust harder, each stroke hitting my clitoris hard, making me feel like I was dying and coming back to life, experiencing one orgasm after another, only able to moan unconsciously.

The tall guy spread my legs as wide as possible and thrust his penis in and out hard for long distances. The mixture of vaginal fluid and semen at the entrance of my vagina had turned into a thick, white sticky fluid, and new vaginal fluid was still flowing out of my vagina. He seemed extremely satisfied with my performance, kissing my nipples and murmuring, "Oh...so good...oh...so great..."

Under the frenzied thrusting of his penis, I was already completely overwhelmed, screaming "Ah...ah..." as if only by screaming could I release the pleasure within me. He thrust for a while longer, then suddenly increased the speed of his thrusts; he was finally about to ejaculate, making his final sprint, fast and hard, each thrust going all the way to the end. "Ah...ah ah...ah...I'm going to die...I'm going to...I'm going to die...ah ah...ah...help...help...help...ah ah...Mommy...ah...ah..." I gasped for breath, begging for mercy. Almost simultaneously, he pulled out his penis, spraying his semen all over me, making me feel sticky all over.

After they finished, they forced the driver to park the car in an abandoned parking lot, replaced the person who had been sitting in the front seat with me, and then raped me before leaving the car. I had orgasmed four or five times, and I was so weak I couldn't even stand up. My body was dirty and disheveled, and my genitals were red and swollen. They drove off.

I don't remember what happened after that, but it seems the driver called the police, and I was taken to the hospital in a police car. After giving a statement, I went home, took several deep showers, and finally fell asleep, exhausted

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