Wife raped during honeymoon

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The first three days of my vacation in Hainan with my boyfriend were the most enjoyable of my life. We
played , watched the sunrise, listened to the waves, and ran freely on the sparsely populated white sand beach.

However, on the afternoon of the third day, tragedy struck.

We were frantically chasing crabs along the reef, and I, who had never seen so many crabs before, screamed with excitement.
My boyfriend was jumping around on the reef.

But, our joy turned to sorrow.

Just as we were getting into the swing of things, a wave crashed over us, and my boyfriend, startled
, slipped off the rocks. Unfortunately, his legs became stuck between the rocks.

My nightmare began from that moment.

He couldn't get free, and I was powerless to move the rocks on my own. Terror gripped me, and
the excitement of catching crabs vanished.

We started discussing calling for help. I looked around and realized we had reached a very remote
cape . His face was turning pale, and although the bleeding from his thighs wasn't severe, it had already soaked the sand around the rocks.

I panicked completely and ran along the beach towards the city.

Almost completely exhausted, I still couldn't see a soul.

Just as I was about to break down in despair and cry, I saw them. To me, they were
like angels.

I begged them for help, breathlessly describing our predicament. They were initially
shocked by my sudden appearance. I didn't notice their lustful stares at my swimsuit-clad figure from the start
, nor could I care about their rudeness; I was only thinking about getting them to rescue my boyfriend.

Without waiting for their reply, I turned and ran towards where my boyfriend was trapped, urging them to come with me. I
naively believed that everyone would help in times of danger; it was a matter of course.

They did indeed follow me. But little did I know that these two were lecherous men with malicious intentions.

They looked on with schadenfreude when they saw my boyfriend's situation. I was consumed by rage, while they only stared
intently at my chest.

I begged them to help me move the rocks. Just a little bit would allow my boyfriend to escape. I promised
them a reward after rescuing my boyfriend, and I gave them all the two hundred-plus yuan I had brought from my backpack on the beach.

But they demanded ten thousand yuan, mocking me, saying, "Why don't you come up with ten thousand yuan now
? Where are you going to get it back later?"

I didn't have that much money at the time, so I agreed to write them an IOU. But they still made things difficult, saying the IOU
wasn't valid.

I said, "Then what do you want in return for rescuing him?"

Good heavens! They actually wanted me to have sex with them on the spot.

I was furious, cursing them for taking advantage of me and warning them that assaulting me was a crime.

They completely ignored me, instead warning me that if I didn't ask them to rescue my boyfriend,
he would surely die when the tide came in.

My boyfriend yelled at them, telling them to get lost and not to be rescued.

Seeing their lewd smiles, I frantically backed away, my body pressed against the rocks. They surrounded me,
clearly with ill intentions. I screamed, but I felt incredibly weak in the howling sea wind.

My boyfriend screamed desperately, telling me to run away. A tearing sound suddenly cut off, and I was horrified to find that
my boyfriend had fainted.

I rushed over to try to revive him, but the two thugs grabbed me at the same time, saying, "He won't die.
It's better to let him pass out. It's not good to watch your woman being played with."

I cried and begged them to stop, but they forced me against a rock and began groping my body with one hand each. I
screamed and kicked wildly, but I was no match for the two strong men.

They leered at me. One of them grabbed my chin and said that if I cooperated,
they save my boyfriend after they were done. Otherwise, they would just sit by and watch him
drown.

Seeing that I couldn't escape their humiliation, I had no choice but to endure it to save my boyfriend.

I stopped resisting, and they lewdly pulled down my swimsuit, exposing my breasts, and stood there
impatiently, each grabbing and playing with one of my breasts.

Several dark, rough hands wantonly violated my snow-white breasts. My body
trembled . Being violated like this by two scoundrels was something I had never imagined.

I begged them to save my boyfriend. They agreed and roughly tore off my
swimsuit, exposing my body completely to them.

They groped my body wantonly, laughing lewdly. One of them grabbed my head and
pressed his thick, cigarette-smelling mouth against mine. I tried to escape, but I couldn't break free from his large hands. He kissed me roughly, while another
began to touch my genitals and thighs.

For my boyfriend's sake, I had no choice but to accept my fate and be violated by them. I cried in their clutches.

They took off their clothes, their dark, ugly bodies pressed against me, vying to pull me into their arms.
They laid me down on their undresses, and one of them pounced on me, officially raping me.

He spread my genitals open with his hands and brutally inserted his penis. I screamed in pain. He began thrusting mercilessly
, venting his lust on me, while another man kneaded my breasts and body.

The man on top of me quickened his pace, the pain in my lower body becoming unbearable. He thrust incessantly,
pressing his entire body against me, kissing my face wildly. My body was being moved by his thrusts, my back rubbing against the scorching
sand .

Finally, he held me tightly and thrust violently, ejaculating amidst screams of "Ahhhhh!"

He grinned lewdly at me with satisfaction, still kissing my face as the other man pulled him away. The other man took
his place, and my still-unrefreshed genitals were attacked a second time.

I prayed this torture would end quickly; the pain in my genitals and my back rubbing against the sand intensified, but compared to
the grief and anger in my heart, this pain was nothing.

My ravaged body was then pressed and rubbed by a second man, making it almost impossible for me to breathe. He kneaded and thrust into me with abandon
, occasionally pressing his lips against mine and kissing me passionately.

I had never experienced such a humiliating nightmare, being wantonly violated and ravaged by two scoundrels I would normally disregard, their lust unleashed upon my
innocent body.

The second man's rape didn't last long; I gritted my teeth, enduring the violent thrusts of his final sprint.
With each ejaculation, he thrust violently into my body, pumping
his semen deep inside me.

After he finished, he didn't get up immediately, but lay on top of me, writhing for a while longer.

I cried, begging them to keep their promise.

They laughed in disappointment, saying I hadn't satisfied them yet. The man who had raped me earlier picked up
a piece of clothing, sat down on the rocks, and pointed to his ugly, wet penis, telling me to come over
and clean it.

The humiliation I had just felt relieved about finally ending turned out to be just the beginning; I plunged into an abyss of despair once more
.

I sat up naked, begging them again to have mercy and stop tormenting me. They remained unmoved,
humiliating me, telling me to quickly satisfy them, or my boyfriend would be beyond saving.

The thought of my boyfriend still bleeding, trapped in the cracks between the rocks, filled me with immense fear. But how could I
do as they told me to? I couldn't even imagine licking such a filthy thing as a man's penis with
my tongue .

I was still struggling internally. Was I really going to let these two rape my boyfriend and then not be able to save him, just let him bleed
to death or wait for the sea to drown him? The thought was too horrible. The

scales in my heart tipped towards sacrificing myself. To get them to save my boyfriend, I had to satisfy
their extremely humiliating demands first.

I hated these two thugs who took advantage of me.

As I hesitated, another man grabbed my hair and pushed me toward the man sitting on the rocks.
I reluctantly crawled over, knowing he was waiting for me to clean his penis, which had ejaculated inside me. I hoped this
was his last request.

A feeling of disgust spread through my body, and I struggled to lift my head to face his now erect
penis . He shamelessly reached out and grabbed my breasts, pulling my upper body closer to his genitals, urging me to hurry up and
lick it clean.

Considering my boyfriend's dangerous situation, I could no longer cherish my clean mouth and proud dignity.
Enduring the unpleasant smell, for the first time in my life, I used my tongue to lick a man's penis—a
sticky penis that had just been inserted into me and ejaculated.

I knelt on all fours between his legs, sticking out my tongue to the head of his penis, licking away
the foul-smelling foreign matter. The most unbearable part was the intense
humiliation of kneeling between a man's legs, my face close to his crotch. This act of actively licking a man's genitals was a powerful shock to my already numb senses; I felt
incredibly ashamed
and inferior.

But I had to save my boyfriend! Tears streamed down my face as I tried to hold them back. I dared not imagine
what my boyfriend would think if he knew that I had humiliatingly licked a stranger's genitals to save him.

Would he hate me? Would he utterly despise me for kneeling so lowly before a man? Or would he be
moved by my sacrifice?

Regardless of his thoughts, I had no choice; I had to save him.

Amidst their lewd laughter, I began to frantically and rapidly lick his penis, hoping to end it all
as quickly as possible . I quickly licked it clean, hoping he would be satisfied
and let me go.

However, I mistakenly thought he only wanted me to clean it. After cleaning it, I knelt there and
withdrew my mouth from his genitals, but he roughly grabbed my head and ordered me to take his penis into my mouth and give him
oral sex . Only then did I realize he wanted me to perform oral sex on him—an
act I had only heard of before but found utterly lewd. Now, I was being forced to do this
sordid thing for the man I hated so much, and I was filled with grief and indignation.

I knew I didn't really have much of a choice with them, but I still begged him to let me go again. He
said my tongue had already aroused him, and he couldn't stop there. As he spoke, he pressed my head against his
penis.

He continued to verbally humiliate me, saying that since I was licking him so happily, I must be a very good blowjob player. I
reluctantly took his glans into my mouth, experiencing the most humiliating moment of my life.

He let out a satisfied groan, pressed my head down, and I was forced to take it in deeper, not only overcoming the nausea of having such a thick penis in my mouth, but also the humiliation
of having it inside . 　　I began to perform oral sex on this bastard, moving my mouth up and down on his penis. He started to tremble, as if enjoying the intense pleasure my mouth was giving his penis, his hands occasionally squeezing and playing with my breasts. 　　I knew that only by making him ejaculate as soon as possible could this painful humiliation end, so I quickened my movements to intentionally give him greater sexual stimulation, while adjusting my breathing to accommodate the obstruction of his penis in my mouth. At that moment, I was like a wanton prostitute, actively giving him sexual pleasure beneath the man's crotch. 　　He cried out in pain as I sucked rapidly, ordering me to slow down and let him enjoy my oral service more, and even demanding that I lick his penis with my tongue. I reluctantly complied, my mind preoccupied with my boyfriend who had collapsed on the beach . 　　I was thankful he was still unconscious; if he saw his beloved woman lying on the sand performing such lewd and obscene oral services on another man, he would be furious. 　　I continued to serve the man before me with my mouth, stimulating his genitals with my lips and tongue, hoping he would reach orgasm soon. 　　Then another man pressed against me from behind, his hands reaching up to my breasts fondling them at will, his mouth kissing my neck wildly. Unable to escape the attack from behind, I could only continue stroking the penis in front of me. 　　The man behind me spread my kneeling legs, pinching and playing with my genitals, and then I felt him insert his penis into my vagina from behind. 　　I was sandwiched between these two men, one in front and one behind. The penis from behind began to thrust in and out of my vagina, and I continued to suck on the penis in front of me with difficulty. I was humiliated, simultaneously engaging in lewd , feeling this extremely shameful and wanton state deep within my heart. 　　The thrust from behind pushed my body forward violently, slamming the penis in front deep into my throat; I...

I painfully spat out the penis, only to be quickly pulled back in, my head pressed down and deeply encased in it.

A pair of hands behind me kneaded my buttocks and lower back, while one hand pressed down on my head, and the other hand
played incessantly with my breasts.

The pressure on my head suddenly increased and intensified; I found it increasingly difficult to breathe, almost suffocating from the penis in my mouth,
and then I felt streams of semen shoot into my mouth and throat.

I choked and coughed desperately, but the hand holding my head didn't loosen its grip. Some of the thick semen was
coughed into my nasal cavity and then out of my nostrils. The man in front of me, only concerned with his own pleasure and completely disregarding my
pain , continued to violently press my head down, his penis thrusting wildly in and out of my mouth.

That penis continued thrusting in and out of my mouth for a long time, my mouth full of semen overflowing from beside the penis,
flowing down my chin and neck. He pulled his penis out of my mouth, which was full of semen. Before I could spit out
the sticky, milky-white semen, he grabbed my chin and ordered me to swallow it all. I endured
the humiliation, coughing as I swallowed the man's fluid.

He scraped the semen that had dripped down my neck with his penis and shoved it back into my mouth, which I had no choice but
to suck clean as he commanded.

Suddenly, the man behind me pulled his penis out of my vagina and came in front of me, saying that he also wanted to enjoy
the service of my mouth.

Numbly, I took the second wet penis into my mouth and began to try to satisfy his lust. I clenched
my lips and rubbed his penis hard, spitting it out and then taking it in deeply.

Soon, the penis in my mouth began to tremble before orgasm, and then my head was held down, and he
thrust in and out of my mouth as if he were thrusting into a woman's vagina. After an unbearable, violent thrusting, came a
suffocatingly thick ejaculation.

I was forced to swallow his foul-smelling semen again and continue sucking on his penis, letting him
enjoy the pleasure of ejaculation in my mouth.

Finally, it was all over. Shouldn't they be satisfied?

I collapsed helplessly on the beach, unable to recover from this extreme humiliation for a long time.

I had to get them to rescue my boyfriend as soon as possible. When I got up, I was shocked to find that the tide was already
rising .

I was somewhat relieved to see that after enjoying my oral service, the two of them started to walk towards my boyfriend.

They moved some stones to elevate his upper body, which was lying on the ground. I was puzzled to find that they
didn't push the large stones away as I expected.

I questioned them about why they weren't rescuing my boyfriend. They laughed and said that the stones were too heavy to move easily and
might break his legs.

I looked at them in horror, wondering if they were telling the truth. They assured me that in an
hour the tide would cover the stones, and then the buoyancy would make it easy to push them away.

I held my boyfriend's head in my arms, looking at the sea with disbelief, tears streaming down my face.

However, they weren't going to let me go so easily. They pulled me aside,
forced me to kneel before them on the beach, and told me we could have one more time before the tide came in.

I knelt there numbly, letting their rough hands roam freely over my body.

Hands groped and squeezed my breasts and genitals, accompanied by
the most vulgar comments about my body.

Having already endured two rounds of rape, my body was numb. The thought of being
so humiliated by these two lecherous men while trying to save my boyfriend filled me with indescribable grief and shame.

I remained naked, kneeling between them, my hands forced onto their
shoulders so they could easily manipulate me.

I knelt there, stunned, the sound of waves crashing against the rocks behind me mirroring the sound of waves crashing against my heart.

They relentlessly played with my body, their hands pleasing my snow-white flesh. My body had become their
plaything, every part of it an object of their teasing and fondling.

One of them moved aside, hooking my head with his hand and pressing it against his genitals, forcing me to take his limp
penis into my mouth again. I mechanically lay down, sucking on his penis. I had no will to
resist , only hoping they wouldn't break their promise when the tide came in.

Another man attacked my genitals from behind again, one finger inserted into my vagina, then
another. I moaned indistinctly, my head bobbing up and down on his penis.

My lower body wasn't as painful as when the rape had begun, and the man behind me casually and leisurely
probed my vagina with his fingers. The man in front lightly brushed my nipples, stimulating my most sensitive spot.
My body trembled slightly under his stimulation; this humiliation was unbearable, yet I couldn't escape his hands, and
could only endure the shame.

Suddenly, I felt their stimulation arouse my body;
a small amount of vaginal fluid began to seep from my genitals, and my breasts hardened and became full under their stimulation. I gripped the sand with both hands, trying to resist their
stimulation of my sensitive areas. But I couldn't control my body; I could even feel a slight pleasure from their stimulation
. I was ashamed of my reaction, but my primal sexual instincts had been aroused, and I could no longer suppress
them.

The person behind me finally noticed my reaction. He pulled out his wet fingers to show his companion, and then they all
launched into another round of humiliation and laughter at me.

To feel pleasure in the face of such scoundrels who were humiliating me felt an unprecedented sense of shame. My
body began to become increasingly uncontrollable, and their continued stimulation grew stronger.

The man whose penis I was sucking lay down, pulled his penis out of my mouth, pulled me up, and made me straddle his
penis, ordering me to insert it into my vagina.

My body was filled with a lewd and wicked aura. I had completely lost control of my body.
Driven by the desperate desire to recapture the pleasure of his fingers inside me, I obeyed his
commands , actively lifting my buttocks, using my hands to guide his erect penis, and aligning my vagina with his penis before inserting it.

I couldn't believe that in less than two hours, I
had transformed from a pure female college student just entering society into a wanton woman driven by lust.

I slowly lowered myself, feeling a strong, stimulating sensation from the friction of his penis inside my vagina. The shame, guilt, betrayal, and humiliation
in my mind
vanished as his penis penetrated deeper.

The intense pleasure inside me, as he fully entered me, overwhelmed my body and utterly
shattered my self-esteem.

I abandoned my natural reserve and began to actively engage in this wanton act, my body heaving more
violently to create even more pleasure.

They found my submission amusing and continued to tease and insult me with various words.

I leaned forward, thrusting at the perfect angle, my
breasts fondled in turn.

I quickly reached orgasm with the continuous thrusting. Experiencing such intense
pleasure was something I had never experienced before; even clenching my teeth, I couldn't avoid letting out shameful, wanton
moans.

Perhaps because I had already ejaculated three times, my penis wasn't responding much, so I was forced
to continue moving my whole body up and down to manipulate the man's penis. Another man then lay down on the ground, telling
me to initiate intercourse with him. I obediently moved onto him and tried to insert his penis into my vagina.

His soft penis couldn't fit inside me at all; he called me an idiot and told me to make him hard first.

After removing the first penis, I felt a void inside. To quickly insert the second penis, I
shamelessly bent down and took his limp penis into my mouth, then quickly manipulated it with my tongue and lips, trying
to make it hard.

Like a sleepwalker, I didn't know what I was doing; my body's changes had taken control of my reason. I
only knew to suck the penis in my mouth until it hardened, so it could be inserted into my vagina.

My efforts quickly paid off; the penis in my mouth rapidly swelled, and like magic, the soft, small thing
quickly became thick and hard. I pulled my mouth away from his penis and impatiently straddled him, my wet vagina enveloping his saliva-covered
penis with a soft "plop."

He grasped my breasts with both hands, controlling my body as he moved it up and down on his penis. Then
another wet penis came to my mouth,
rubbing against . Completely losing all dignity, I opened my mouth wide, letting his penis slide into my
oral cavity at an angle.

In this way, I served two men simultaneously with my vagina and mouth, and soon I entered another round of
continuous orgasms.

While they enjoyed my services, they constantly humiliated me verbally, saying how lewd I was and how
suitable to be a prostitute.

I was no longer affected by their teasing; I just mechanically
rubbed , until I was too tired to move my body up and down anymore.

I collapsed onto the man beneath me, panting heavily. The man beneath me abruptly flipped me to the ground,
lifted my legs, and spread my genitals wide open towards the sea, shouting, "Look! Look at
this so much lustful fluid!"

I was deeply struck by his intensely insulting words, overwhelmed with shame. Was I really the born slut they
said was?

Then his penis entered me, this time gripping my legs and thrusting upwards,
the allowing his penis to rub against my sensitive clitoris, intensifying the pleasure throughout my body. I moaned loudly
, oblivious to the shame of being violated, waves of pleasure almost suffocating me.

At this moment, another man straddled my breasts, placing his penis between them, squeezing
my breasts with his hands, and began thrusting between them.

I was completely enveloped in orgasm, oblivious to the heavy weight of the man pressing down on me, gripping the sand tightly with both hands
to resist the waves of stimulation.

The man on my chest grabbed my hands and pressed them against my breasts, holding his penis down. Then he leaned forward,
bracing himself on the ground, and began thrusting into my breasts. I obediently squeezed my breasts with my hands, letting his penis
rub against them. I had completely lost my mind, lewdly cooperating with them in raping me.

The chest of the man thrusting into my breasts was almost covering my face, the sweat dripping from it onto my
face and into my mouth; the man's breath suffocated me.

The man thrusting into my genitals quickened his pace, gripping my ankles tightly, thrusting harder and
harder, faster and deeper, quickly bringing me to another orgasm.

The man on my chest suddenly sat up on my breasts, grabbed my hair, pulled my mouth up to his
penis, and thrust it in amidst my moans, almost plunging it to the back of my mouth, completely drowning out my
lewd sounds.

My head was rocked back and forth, and I willingly took the penis into my mouth, his rough movements
causing his erect penis to rub against my lips.

Then came a frenzied, intense thrusting, my body
rocking . Both men ejaculated inside me simultaneously, pushing me to the blissful climax. I could feel my vagina tightly gripping the inserted penis, contracting and expanding

with each spurt of semen into my uterus . 　　My head was thrown to the ground, and the semen of the man on my chest sprayed onto my face. 　　At the height of my lust, I temporarily forgot everything around me, forgot my trapped boyfriend, and forgot the approaching tide. 　　The three of us slowly recovered from our climax, soothed by the sea breeze. 　　My head was pulled up again, covered by a penis, and the penis in my mouth slowly thrust in and out, enjoying the post-ejaculation pleasure. I willingly licked it clean with my tongue, as if it were an utterly natural act. 　　After the man sitting on my chest left my body, the other man, who had ejaculated into my uterus, pulled my upper body and placed his now-shrunken penis in my mouth. I again willingly took it in, sucking it clean. 　　Then I saw that the seawater had already covered my boyfriend's upper body, completely submerging the rocks that were pinning his legs down. I began to come to my senses from the confusion and slowly realized how absurd, shameless, lewd, and depraved I had just been. I had actually initiated sex with two bastards in an unimaginable way, and even reached orgasm several times on them.

Suddenly, I saw my boyfriend, his eyes wide, glaring at the three of us.

The moment I saw his cold gaze, my heart plummeted from the
ecstasy of my earlier orgasm into an abyss. A heavy weight pressed against my chest, making it hard to breathe.

When did he wake up? Had he seen everything I'd done? Oh God, how could I
explain ?

The two scoundrels approached my boyfriend, laughing loudly and lewdly, constantly insulting me, calling me
the best whore they'd ever played with. I remembered their earlier humiliation—were they deliberately saying it for my boyfriend to hear? I
didn't dare think further.

They yelled at me, telling me to help pull my boyfriend out. Ignoring
the stains of immediately ran over.

The seawater had become icy cold, and the cold water made me even more alert.

The two men grabbed my boyfriend's shoulders, making me push aside a large rock in the water. I didn't understand why they
were making me push it instead of them.

To my utter surprise, the buoyancy of the water had greatly reduced the weight of the stone, and I easily
pushed it aside by myself. The two of them grabbed my boyfriend by the shoulders and dragged him onto the beach. I stood blankly in the water, watching them laugh heartily. Could it be that I could save my boyfriend

without enduring such painful humiliation? 　　I couldn't believe it; I couldn't believe that all my sacrifices could have been avoided. 　　My boyfriend's body trembled on the sand. I ran to him, trying to hug him, but he threw me aside, and I fell to the ground. I felt like I had fallen into a giant ice cave; the chill penetrated my body through my feet and reached my heart. 　　Everything was over. Even though I endured such humiliation to save him, in my lover's heart, I was worth less than a prostitute. He would never forgive me. 　　I stood on the beach, unable to cry. 　　Just then, the roar of engines approached from afar. Three police motorcycles , and uniformed officers rushed towards us. 　　The thought that the two thugs who had humiliated me would soon be punished by law filled me with a sense of satisfaction. Tears of humiliation could no longer be held back, and streams of them fell onto the beach…

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