Rape of Yan Ruyu

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As the anesthetic wore off, Yan Ruyu slowly awoke from her drowsy state. In her hazy state, she vaguely felt a tingling, itchy sensation in her sensitive lower body. As her consciousness returned, she recalled fragmented memories: the police had cornered the suspect in the room, two teams from the east and west had launched a joint operation to apprehend him, the walkie-talkie reported a fruitless search, and just as she was wondering what had happened, she was unexpectedly attacked by the criminal and became a hostage.

—Something must have gone wrong.

She abruptly opened her eyes and was immediately stunned by the scene before her: she was lying almost naked in the corner, her pants pulled down, her smooth, white thighs and genitals completely exposed. A man was kneeling beneath her, caressing her shameful labia. Both

ashamed and anxious, Yan Ruyu tried to push him away, but found her arms firmly handcuffed behind her back. She couldn't help but cry out in shock.

The man, who was loosening the ropes binding his waist, noticed the woman's awakening. He stopped what he was doing and slowly raised his head to stare at her.

Yan Ruyu trembled, goosebumps rising all over her body, struck by the intense lust and hatred flashing in his eyes. She had to stay calm and find a way to save herself.

"Don't do anything foolish. Just turn yourself in. There are police everywhere outside; you can't escape."

The criminal didn't move, not even blinking, but the lust and hatred in his eyes continued to grow.

She didn't know how long she had been unconscious, nor what had happened during her unconsciousness. She only felt a strong unease about her unknown fate and the silence outside.

"As long as you don't do anything foolish and turn yourself in, I will definitely plead for you and reduce your punishment."

Besides his unchanging gaze, the corners of his mouth curled up slightly, a hint of contempt in them.

Did he think he would believe her? Believing a policeman was tantamount to believing in death. He knew her current situation and understood the mistakes he had made.

Before becoming a fugitive, he was just an honest farmer, toiling in the fields.

Heavy taxes and levies weighed him down. For his children and family, he had to work odd jobs during the off-season.

His broadened horizons and increased understanding led him to realize the village officials' actions were wrong. He began to argue against the injustices, which resulted in retaliation from the village officials. The village secretary collected his grain tax but didn't record it, only giving him an IOU. At the end of the year, using his refusal to pay the grain tax as a pretext, he had the village chief's son-in-law, a security guard, arrest him, detain him for fifteen days, and fine him 1500 yuan.

After that, he embarked on a path of resistance and petitioning. If the township head protected him, he went to the county head; if the county head couldn't help him, he went to the municipal government. His constant petitioning resulted in being beaten by village thugs, who wanted to cripple him as punishment and to eliminate any future trouble. Desperate and without direction, he fought his way out. Later, he heard that one of the men who had attacked him had been killed by him. Guilty and with no other recourse, he fled to this mining area, becoming an unemployed and unprotected coal miner. The

tyrannical mine owner was as corrupt as the village officials. The "unprotected" miners who came to work at the mine were either criminals like him, or impoverished families fleeing due to having violated the one-child policy. Every visit from the local police made them tremble with fear, hiding as if facing their doom. The mine owner, of course, knew their situation. The mine needed people like this; to make a profit, safety couldn't be a primary concern. Mining accidents, big and small, happened frequently. To bury them on the spot without consequence, they had to use people like this.

The mine owner owed him more than six months' wages. Every time he saw the mine owner, burping with gluttony, coming and going with prostitutes and various municipal officials, he wanted to rush up and smash their faces, but he couldn't. He knew he was powerless against them; killing him would be as easy as crushing an ant.

A recent mining accident claimed nearly 30 lives. Seeing the situation spiraling out of control, the mine owner, with the tacit approval of municipal officials, fled. Desperate, he not only couldn't recover his owed wages, but his identity was also threatened by police questioning.

So, on that stormy night, he went into the finance office, took some money, and stole a tranquilizer gun from the security chief and several kilograms of explosives from the warehouse, beginning another dark and desperate escape.

That night, he was cornered in a hotel by patrolling police. Had it not been for a timely fire that saved him, he would already be a prisoner. His wanted list now included the title of "arsonist," and with death as his only hope, he could only hide in this abandoned, slated-for-demolition building, awaiting his doom.

An hour earlier, he had heard noises, and the police had surrounded the place. Hiding behind a hidden door, he escaped when the police stormed into the room. Just outside the hidden door stood a policewoman. He shot her and a male officer beside her from behind with a tranquilizer gun, taking the policewoman hostage and creating a standoff. Although the police withdrew from the building, they refused all his demands. He remained there, holding the half-dead policewoman hostage in a corner of the building, like a rat cornered, awaiting death.

The standoff with the police was as unbearable as the wait for death. The soft touch and delicate fragrance of the woman's body in his arms were something he had longed for after years of abstinence, something he couldn't even afford to visit a prostitute. His dissatisfaction with reality ignited his sadistic desires. He had never raped a woman before, but now he wanted to rape a policewoman to see what it would feel like.

This woman was beautiful, with perfectly proportioned features, like a delicate porcelain doll. Looking at the police badge on her head, the injustice in his heart was completely ignited: why could they live so well?

The anesthetic hadn't worn off yet; the unconscious Sleeping Beauty lay writhing in the man's arms like a lamb to the slaughter. He slipped his left hand inside her bra, pulled it open, and began to knead her well-proportioned, hemispherical breasts.

Feeling their warm, soft texture, he thought this woman must be made of water, a "fairy." City women were indeed fairies; he'd held that belief about city women since his first trip to the city to work. He

unbuttoned her clothes, pulling the front open as much as possible to reveal more of her body. Her delicate, carefully cared-for skin shone with a dazzling radiance, tempting him to caress and lick it. His large hand, roaming over her smooth, jade-like, warm, and white skin, moved with awe, kneading and caressing it with irresistible affection.

The lingering, reluctant hands finally abandoned the jade-like body, moving downwards to remove her shoes and socks, loosen her belt, and pull down her trousers: A youthful, beautiful, and alluring physique was revealed. The woman's waist was slender, and her long, shapely legs flowed smoothly from thigh to calf and ankle.

The exquisite lines, like a marble sculpture, vividly and three-dimensionally showcased feminine grace. The transition from ankle to toe was so fluid, and the graceful curves, combined with the delicate white skin, outlined a pair of exquisitely crafted, sensual feet. The ten toes appeared delicate and elegant, each toenail shimmering with a luminous sheen from the transparent nail polish.

At the juncture of her legs and body, beneath the thick, dark down, two delicate, full, pale pink labia were exquisitely translucent. The fragrant, sweet-smelling labia beneath the dark down seemed like a bewitching spell, beckoning him to bend down and kiss and caress them.

He caressed them passionately, eager to taste this fragrant herb.

A woman's gasp interrupted his actions. He looked up and stared at her; her eyes held a hint of panic and fear. But despite her disheveled clothes and naked lower body, she possessed a captivating beauty without a trace of lewdness or dishevelment. As his gaze lingered, a blush of pink crept onto her face, a shy blush that added immeasurable allure and sensuality to her already captivating beauty. Her innate air of strength made her appear noble even in her destitution, like an unattainable goddess, which deeply stung him.

Enraged, he pounced on his prey like a mad lion, tearing Yan Ruyu's clothes to shreds until she was completely naked before him. Then, he inserted a long, oval object into her anus. The intense pain caused Yan Ruyu to scream and arch her back, two streams of helpless tears flowing down her face. It was a detonator used for blasting in mining.

"Woman, behave yourself if you don't want to die."

Only then did Yan Ruyu realize that he was strapped with explosives, all the detonators (including the one inserted into her anus) were connected by their fuses, and the electronic detonator was in the criminal's hand.

As his body pressed down, Yan Ruyu's entire body was instantly engulfed in flames. The piercing pain in her anus, coupled with whether the warning was effective or a deep-seated fear, prevented Yan Ruyu from making any futile struggles. Her arms, handcuffed behind her back, arched her lower body upwards, making it easier for the man to penetrate her.

He bent down and began to roughly and firmly manipulate Yan Ruyu's breasts. Her body stiffened with fear and tension, her rosy nipples erect. He forcefully poked, pinched, and squeezed her tender, round breasts; the full, soft sensation intoxicated him. Her elastic breasts changed shape in his hands, sometimes revealing a deep cleavage. The pressure of his hands caused Yan Ruyu to involuntarily cry out in pain. Her brows furrowed, her hair disheveled, and her beautiful face, streaked with tears, turned pale and then flushed from the unbearable torment.

He pressed Yan Ruyu down, grabbed his penis, and thrust it forward, ignoring her cries of pain, ruthlessly penetrating her all the way in. The dry passage, lacking sufficient lubrication, didn't fully open, the tight opening gripping his penis, stimulating his senses and making him eager to conquer her.

Without a shred of pity, he brutally pounded his penis against the soft walls of the woman's vagina, striking her smooth cervix.

He worked tirelessly, as if cultivating his own cornfield.

The man, leaning over Yan Ruyu, inhaled the intoxicating scent of roses, taking her right nipple into his mouth, his tongue teasing the pale pink areola, his teeth gently nibbling at the delicate clitoris. Yan Ruyu's voluptuous beauty was incomparable to the haggard wife at home. Thinking of his wife and children, his heart began to tremble and bleed: the children were still young, he was the only able-bodied man in the family, and without his pillar of support, how unbearable must his wife and children's lives be under the oppression of the village committee!

His resentment turned into humiliation of Yan Ruyu, and he abused her even more brutally.

Suddenly, Yan Ruyu screamed sharply, her whole body arching like a shrimp, trembling violently. The half of her breast that had been in the man's mouth had been bitten off. The severe wounds caused blood and cold sweat to gush out like an unstoppable flood. She cried out helplessly, her pitiful cries echoing in the silent night.

Ignoring the woman's pleas, sobs, and trembling beneath him, his engorged penis continued its rapid thrusting, the piston-like pounding becoming increasingly violent, striking her tender vulva with a "slap, slap," a "shh, shh" sound of contact and friction.

The woman before him, her face contorted in agony, was no longer the noble and dignified policewoman; in his eyes, she had transformed into a flabby, gold-bracelet-wearing village secretary's wife, embracing a Pekingese dog; the shrewish, sarcastic landlady he'd encountered on his first trip to the city for work, and the prostitute who had called him a "coal miner."

He wanted to fuck them to death, to fuck those women who had once looked down on him, who had oppressed him.

The storm of rape only subsided the moment his semen was ejaculated. He pulled a detonator from his body and resolutely inserted it into the vagina, still wet with semen.

Since he was going to die a horrible death, it wouldn't be bad to have a policeman buried with him.

[The End]

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