That night, I was raped and conquered by a thug.

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It was past 2 a.m., the silver moon hung high outside the window, and I was battling with practice exam questions under a solitary lamp. For the college entrance exam, I had lost count of how many days I'd spent waking up early and going to bed late. My head throbbed, and my mind felt foggy, but I knew that if I just endured a few more nights, I would finish. This driving force dispelled any thought of going to bed.
My heavy eyelids kept tempting me to leave my desk and return to the soft comfort of my bed. Just as I was about to succumb to exhaustion, a sudden emptiness in my stomach snapped me back to reality. I knew I was already well-prepared and didn't need to push myself like this, but I really didn't want to fail. Even as fatigue began to overwhelm my hunger, I decided to fill my stomach and have a hot drink to perk myself up.
Unfortunately, all the cookies at home were gone, so I had to go to the convenience store near my house. A bag of cookies and a cup of hot chocolate revived me considerably, and then, as usual, I took the back alley home. The back alley was dimly lit, littered with large boxes or bags of trash, and sewage seeped from the walls on both sides—a place no one wanted to linger in. I hurried forward, when suddenly I felt a tight grip as someone grabbed me tightly, and my face felt a chill. Clearly, I had been kidnapped.
"Don't move or scream!" It wasn't uncommon for thugs to commit crimes at night, but I never imagined such misfortune would happen to me. Before I could react, the man with the deep voice had blindfolded me and dragged me to a nearby trash can.
"You... what do you want... I'll give you any amount of money..." My voice trembled, hoping that such compromise would satisfy the man's demands.
"Shut up!" The man pressed down on me, lifted my shirt, and cut my bra. His large, fan-like hands gently grasped my 32C breasts. I knew he didn't want money; he wanted my body.
"Please, don't do this..." I whispered. My eyes were filled with tears, and I sobbed slightly. I twisted my upper body slightly from side to side, trying to prevent him from getting his hands on my body so easily. This time, he gently placed his hand on my neck, clearly telling me this was the final warning, so I had no choice but to stop. I felt his rough hands moving incessantly over my soft and sensitive breasts. The stark contrast between the two skin textures made me feel as if I was being kneaded, but also as if I was being lightly scraped. This sensation was like an electric current, quickly traveling to my brain and then throughout my body, making me feel a tingling numbness. My cherry lips parted slightly, and I breathed softly.
"How could this be? This can't be!" My reason cried out, making me close my lips tightly, but he seemed to have already seen my reaction. While kneading my breasts, his fingers were also caressing the nipple on my snowy breast. My entire breasts were my erogenous zones, but I knew I was being raped. I tried desperately to control myself, but his movements were far too practiced. From the very beginning, he had forced me into submission with his weapon, so he didn't need to use rough methods to subdue me. Instead, he used a combination of gentle and firm touches to play with my body.
The street was quiet, and there was no chance of anyone walking through the alley. Although I still fantasized that someone would walk by and rescue me, both the man and I knew it was impossible. So I was filled with despair, while he was able to shamelessly savor my body. My brows furrowed slightly, my face flushed, my breathing rapid, and I bit my lower lip, clinging to my last line of defense with reason.
His hands slowly moved down, gently brushing over my waist and lower abdomen, and then pulled off my hot pants and underwear in one go.
"No...please let me go..." I begged him again, but he responded with actions as before. He inserted his fingers into my vagina, teased me a few times, and then pulled them out. My face felt wet and warm; he was wiping his fingers, which were covered in my love juice, on my face, as if mocking me for getting wet just from his touch. Thinking of this, I felt both ashamed and resentful. Why was my body so weak? Fortunately, the coolness on my neck gave me some comfort; at least I was unwilling, forced.
He spread my legs, and his demonic hands ravaged my vulva. His thumb accurately pressed against my clitoris, while his index and middle fingers plunged hard into my peach blossom cave, invading my flower cave with incredible speed. I, who had been biting my lower lip and trying my best to suppress myself, was forced to open my mouth and pant. Several times I almost cried out, but thankfully I still had my senses. My breathing gradually matched the rhythm of his large hands that were wantonly moving in and out of my honey cave. I feel like a country whose capital has been captured, retreating step by step with its remaining forces, putting up a last-ditch resistance, a death throes.
A veteran like him wouldn't be unaware of my thoughts. He withdrew his fingers from my vagina and began to caress my breasts as before. A moment later, my vulva felt warm and tingly, and a thick, hard penis rubbed against it. He seemed to be showing off, his penis sweeping back and forth across the outside of my vagina from top to bottom. Good heavens, this man's penis was almost two inches longer than my ex-boyfriend's. I wonder what it would be like to be penetrated by such a size…
"No! Don't let your mind wander!" I quickly snapped back to reality. What was wrong with me? How could I have such a fantasy? However, judging from the current situation, being raped was a foregone conclusion. Sure enough, after touching my clitoris a few times, his thick glans slowly pried open my tight, tender vagina. Just when I thought he would slowly arouse my desire like foreplay, the moment his glans entered the tender walls, he gripped my shoulders tightly and thrust forward, his large penis fiercely pounding into my vagina, reaching my G-spot.
"Ah!" I was caught off guard and let out a lewd cry from his action. I could feel that the cry was seven parts pain and three parts lust. After a few cold laughs, he continued to grip my shoulders and thrust into me hard, one stroke after another.
His large penis chuckled and pounded inside the tight vaginal walls. With each deep insertion, the hot shaft rubbed against the tender flesh inside my vagina, and the glans constantly impacted my G-spot, gently pulling at the vaginal walls with each thrust. This was a sense of fullness and satisfaction that my ex-boyfriend had never given me.
"How embarrassing! I'm being raped, why do I feel like this..." I could feel the increasing amount of fluid inside my vagina, and his thrusts becoming smoother, as if my vagina was gradually adapting to his size. Compared to the feeling of being raped just now, it now felt like I was making love with him.
"Slap, slap, slap, slap, slap, slap, slap..." The crisp sounds of flesh colliding reached my ears, telling me that my beautiful body had been completely conquered by this stranger. With each "slap," my body went weaker, and the tingling sensation in my clitoris intensified. Finally, I couldn't hold back any longer and let out a soft "hmm," a gentle moan.
He let out a few more cold laughs. Every time my defenses were breached, he would let out a victor's laugh. I felt a warmth in my hand; he was holding my delicate little hand. I involuntarily opened my fingers and intertwined them with his, letting him thrust his strong waist and abdomen, continuing to thrust into me hard.
Wait,
the coolness on my neck, where our fingers were intertwined, had vanished without a trace. I tried desperately to recall when he had moved away, and just as I was piecing together fragmented memories from my senses, the pleasure in my lower body overwhelmed my ability to reconstruct them. A tingling sensation spread throughout my body. The knife... I
didn't care anymore...
"Ah... um... um... ah... so good... oh... oh... oh um... ah... ah... ah..." My restraint and reason had been thrown to the winds. I just wanted to enjoy this unprecedented pleasure. The man laughed triumphantly again and kissed my lips. I opened my mouth to kiss him back. His tongue explored my mouth incessantly, teasing my gums, licking my palate, and finally entwining with my tongue. We swallowed each other's saliva.
I was completely captivated by him, my snow-white arms lightly hooking around his upper body, uttering seductive moans that went, "Mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm." It was a pity he had blindfolded me; otherwise, he would have seen my tightly closed eyes, my face flushed with desire as I let him possess me completely. While kissing me, his lower body didn't slow down; his fierce penis continued to penetrate my honeyed depths, the pleasure within me growing stronger and stronger. My body could no longer withstand it; my vaginal walls contracted tightly, my flower bud overflowed with spring tide, and I gushed out a large amount of vaginal fluid.
"You've climaxed?" he asked, letting go. I nodded, panting.
"Turn over, let me fuck you from behind."
His tone was incredibly gentle, like talking to a lover, a stark contrast to his tone when he kidnapped me. This thug—no, this man's voice—was so magnetic. The ferocity and coldness he displayed when he kidnapped me seemed like a forced performance. His pleasant voice made me, already conquered by his penis, even more submissive.
I even took off my top and threw it aside, lying naked on the trash can, my buttocks raised, waiting for his penis. Actually, I had the chance to take off the blindfold. I had thought about taking it off to recognize him, not to report him, but to remember his face so I could relive this beautiful dream next time I met him. But covering my eyes created a sense of mystery, which only gave me more room for imagination.
He reached out and touched my face, as if approving of my obedience, then inserted his penis back into my vagina, grabbed my buttocks, and continued to thrust hard.
"Ah...ah...ah...um...so good...oh...oh...so great...ah...ah...harder...um...um..."
His stamina was truly impressive. Combining the two positions, he had thrust into me at least three hundred times, but there was still no sign of him ejaculating. From my own perspective of pleasure, I welcomed his stamina, but since I came out at almost three o'clock, more than an hour had passed. It was early summer, and four o'clock was already the beginning of dawn. The east was about to turn white. If he continued to fuck me endlessly, I might be seen by people taking the shortcut through the back alley during the early shift.
"So...so strong...ah...ah...um...ah...ah...so amazing...um...um...um...oh...oh...oh..."
Although I was worried, I still cried out without restraint. His breathing became heavier and his thrusting speed increased. I knew he was about to ejaculate, so I twisted my waist, swayed my arms, and tried my best to meet his movements. His penis, deep inside my tender flesh, grew even larger with our movements, and I felt that same fullness that I felt when he thrust into me earlier, as if it was about to tear my vagina apart.
"Oh...oh...oh...so comfortable...so comfortable...oh...oh...oh...so strong...so powerful...oh...oh...oh...oh..." I moved my lower body and looked back at him with seductive eyes. I felt that he seemed to have imagined my gaze and kept thrusting into me at an almost frantic speed.
"Ahhhhhh!" he growled, his penis trembling uncontrollably, thick, hot semen spraying wave after wave into my clitoris, reaching deep into my uterus. The scalding semen brought intense pleasure to my vagina, causing it to tremble wildly, my body involuntarily convulsing, and my vulva gushing with vaginal fluid again.
After about half a minute of ejaculation, he pulled his penis out and brought it to my mouth. I immediately and obediently took it in my mouth, swallowing all the remaining fluid. After he had me clean up his penis, I sat with my legs spread in an M-shape next to the trash can, feeling the mixed fluids from our lovemaking still flowing from my lower body. Only
after hearing him walk away step by step did I take off my blindfold and look in the direction he went. I could only vaguely see a person in gray clothes walking down the street, disappearing around a corner.
I got dressed and dragged my tired but satisfied body home to sleep. After sleeping with this man, my exam preparation efficiency improved significantly. Having finally passed the college entrance exam, and still without a part-time job, I was alone at home. Lonely, I easily recalled that
night . Several times, I deliberately walked down the back alley late at night, hoping to run into that man again, but it never happened. Perhaps he had been arrested for a crime? But judging from his voice, he didn't seem like someone who would commit a crime.
This man gradually faded from my memory until one day, after I went to university, I was waiting for a delivery at home when the person waiting for me outside the door rang the doorbell. He was also wearing gray clothes. The moment our eyes met, his gaze seemed to change...

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