Rape of Zhizi

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"Madam, let me take you home!"

April 6, 1994, on a bustling street in Shinjuku.

Ichida Eiko was walking alone on the street late at night when a luxury car slowly pulled up beside her.

"How about it? Let me take you home!"

Of course, Eiko was still wary of the complete stranger in the car.

However, the man gave her a friendly smile. "How about it? Don't be so polite!" Faced with such a gentle and friendly smile, she couldn't help but feel guilty for being too suspicious.

"It's not like we're going through any remote roads. The way home is all busy streets, so you can rest assured," Eiko instantly told herself.

"Thank you, then..." And so, Eiko got into the car.

After the car had traveled a short distance— "Oh! You've kept me waiting for so long—wait,

who is this lady—?" As she said this, another woman, about the same age as Eiko, got in.

"Wait! Why aren't you alone?... " At this moment, Ichida Eiko felt uneasy again.

But the car had already started moving, and she still couldn't muster the courage to say, "Let me out." The car accelerated, speeding towards the desolate suburbs.

"Please let me out..." Realizing the car was heading out of the city, Zhizi was about to ask the driver to stop so she could get out when the woman sitting behind her, without warning, pressed something reeking of a strong, pungent medicine against Zhizi's face. Before Zhizi could even struggle, she lost consciousness.

When Zhizi awoke, her hands were bound behind her back, and she was lying on the tatami floor.

A pornographic picture from the Edo period hung in the alcove. An exaggerated male genitalia was inserted into a woman's pubic hair, thick with dark black pubic hair. It aroused a desire for intercourse. There was no sound around her; she couldn't hear the noise of the street. Zhizi nervously probed her body. She thought she must have been violated by that man. She struggled to move her body to check if there were any unusual sensations in her lower body. Thankfully, there were no signs of rape.

Her briefs were still on, her groin area untouched by filth. Her ankles were bound. Her hands and feet were tightly bound, impossible to untie. Zhizi gritted her teeth and endured. Only her mouth was free, but she didn't intend to scream. Even if she screamed, no one would come to save her. The deathly silence proved this. If her screams could carry outside, they would surely gag her. The dull ache in her head felt like seasickness. She knew they had probably drugged her. Zhizi stared wide-eyed at the overhead light. She didn't know what time it was. She vaguely remembered being tricked into getting into the car before 10 p.m. With no sound around her, it must be past midnight—would they kill me? Fear suddenly gripped Zhizi's heart. She didn't know who had captured her. But she could tell she had been abducted. Just then, she heard light footsteps, and the man who had been driving entered. His face now looked as if it had been sculpted, with sharp, defined features. He silently stood beside Zhizi. Zhizi also silently looked up at him. The man's gloomy gaze moved from Zhizi's face to the bottom of her skirt. A chill ran through Zhizi. She knew her thighs were exposed, and the man's gaze was fixed on them.

The ropes binding Zhizi were untied. The man sat down opposite her. "Tell me about it?" the man finally spoke. "What should I say?" Zhizi's voice trembled.

"What's your name?" the man's tone was very steady.

"Please don't make things difficult for me. Please let me go home!"

"I won't let you go." The man shook his head calmly.

"Are you going to kill me?"

"Probably. But that depends on you. Maybe we won't kill you and will even let you go back." The man took out a cigarette.

"My name is Ichida Eiko, and my husband's name is Ichida Kenichi. My husband is a journalist, but he never causes trouble. Yesterday, my husband went on a business trip to Kyushu, and I went to a friend's house and didn't come home until evening. On my way home... I... I'm telling the truth, please don't hurt me," Eiko pleaded.

"Is that so? Madam! But you're still out having fun, huh?" "Oh, my husband must be worried sick right now, and you..." "Don't say such things!" "

I won't report to the police, please spare me, let me go." "Now you're my woman!" "..." "

Think about it carefully. From the moment you got into my car, you belong to me. If you don't know what's good for you, I'll strip you naked and torture you. Don't force me to do that." The man's expression didn't change as he spoke.

"Really, can't you let me go home?" Eiko pleaded with the man in front of her with eyes full of despair.

"Yes!" The man exhaled a smoke ring and threw the cigarette butt on the ground, saying leisurely.

"..."

"Take off your shirt!" The man's voice changed slightly.

Zhizi silently looked at the man in front of her for a while. She knew that obeying him was the best course of action. He had clearly told her that he would kill her if she didn't behave. It was clear that this was a ruthless killer. To spoil his fun was like throwing an egg against a rock. Zhizi automatically took off her upper body clothing, revealing her fair skin.

"Oh, what beautiful breasts!"

Zhizi closed her eyes. Zhizi was absolutely confident in her body, because she was just 30 years old, with a full figure and graceful figure.

"Don't be in such a hurry to die!" The man's eyes were fixed on Zhizi's firm breasts.

"Yes." Zhizi nodded with her eyes still closed.

All sound stopped. Zhizi lay on the floor in deathly silence. As for where she was, she had no idea. She couldn't even tell what year or month it was. It seemed that her memory was fading, and even things from the past were beginning to fade. Zhizi stared intently at the man before her, her eyes unmoving. There was almost no will in her eyes, as if she were weary of the world.

The man stood before her, muttering incoherently, but Zhizi couldn't understand a word he said.

He ordered her to take off her pants.

Zhizi was now only wearing a nearly transparent pair of panties, through which her vaginal opening was visible. The man then told her to remove her underwear. She was finally naked, forced to remove them herself under his coercion.

The man seemed impatient, muttering incessantly. He grabbed Zhizi's breasts and began to knead them vigorously, and Zhizi closed her eyes.

He then sucked on her nipples. His hands moved from her buttocks to her private parts, caressing and pleasuring them for a long time. Zhizi knelt on the ground, her hands supporting her as she endured his lust. Perhaps a turning point would appear in her patience.

"Hey, how about it, ready to be with me?" the man's voice was low. He seemed quite pleased and confident.

"Yes, indeed!" Zhizi had no choice but to answer.

In her dazed state, Zhizi used her naked body to please the man. He listened to Zhizi's wailing moans, nodding slightly and casually replying, "Really? Hey, you're beautiful!" The man's lustful eyes were filled with smugness. "Yes." "This woman is beautiful!" "Yes."

Zhizi remained kneeling on the ground. The man's hands roughly ravaged her body. In her heart, she cried out:

"No! I was violently coerced. He forcibly kidnapped me. He threatened me and is now cruelly toying with me." She felt ashamed of herself, yet she tried to justify herself in her heart. However, in this unfathomable abyss, as a woman, she was also weak.

Soon, the man stripped naked and pressed himself against Zhizi's lower body, desperately sucking on her nipples, then switching between them, groaning rapidly as he sucked.

Zhizi's tongue was forcibly pulled out.

The man stubbornly sucked her tongue back out.

His erection pressed against Zhizi's genitals, and he picked up the panties that Zhizi had just taken off and tossed aside.

The man began to lick the panties hungryly. Then he licked Zhizi's vagina, then licked the panties again, quickly soaking them.

The man felt satisfied, and then began to lick Zhizi's calves and thighs.

Zhizi kept her eyes tightly closed, letting the man ravage her body.

The man began licking the panties he was still holding, shouting as he licked the woman's most sensitive genitals. He turned Zhizi over, so she was lying face down. The man stroked her protruding buttocks, moving them back and forth until he was satisfied. Then he turned his tongue around.

Zhizi returned to her original supine position.

The man straddled her chest, his buttocks pressed tightly against her firm breasts, and then he rocked his hips vigorously. He held Zhizi's hands tightly.

He forced his penis into Zhizi's mouth.

Zhizi immediately understood his meaning and silently began to rub herself.

The man closed his eyes, humming and hawing as if he were muttering something. A moment later, he inserted it into Zhizi's mouth, which she sucked on with her tongue, gently stimulating the glans with her teeth. This was a method she had learned from her husband to make a man happier.

Zhizi was then turned into a prone position on the carpet.

The man held her buttocks, inserting his member, panting heavily.

Zhizi was also slightly breathless; this man had been playing with her body for almost half an hour, and only now was she starting to react.

He arched her back, and the man straddled her buttocks, beginning the real act. Zhizi pressed her face to the floor, not daring to utter a sound. She felt a surge of excitement at one point, but then the man's member shrank. It couldn't penetrate her completely. So he had to pull it out, his breathing becoming quite rapid. He used his hand to insert it again.

The man groaned, his body tensing as he felt a surge of heat expel from his body; a few seconds later, he was completely limp.

Zhizi lay sprawled on the carpet, slowly and gently rubbing the spots of semen that had solidified on her body.

After smoking a cigarette, the man stood naked before her again. Zhizi forgot her shame, pleasing him like a wanton woman, while the man simply looked down, silently watching her every move. Zhizi acted so earnestly, so submissively. She transformed her extreme fear into feminine allure, wholeheartedly seeking pleasure for the cold, brutal man before her. She understood that she had lost her reason for being, and that her fate was perhaps determined by the man's hideous genitals.

Her hope lay in the erect penis of the man before her. Zhizi had just turned 30. Just days before she was abducted, she had discussed with her husband about having a child with him!

This man who had kidnapped her would certainly not let her go easily. From his eyes, one could glimpse the fervent desire for Zhizi's body.

Gazing at Zhizi's shapely figure and delicate face, a strong lust surged within the man.

From now on, he would indulge in this beautiful woman to his heart's content.

Then, after he was tired of her, he would kill her and dismember her into pieces.

"Am I a demon?" the man asked, touching Zhizi's fair and delicate face.

"Please don't ask me that," Zhizi replied, lifting her face.

"Alright, then, come this way." The man bent down slightly and took Zhizi's wrist.

Zhizi obediently stood up from her kneeling position. They entered the bathroom hand in hand.

"First, spread your legs wide and expose your vulva to masturbate in front of me, then take my penis in your mouth and give me oral sex. Your body belongs to me. Isn't it your natural duty as my sex slave to do these things?" "..." "

You wouldn't be stupid enough to think of biting my penis off with your teeth, would you?!" The man stared at Zhizi's facial expression.

Zhizi remained indifferent, her eyes fixed on the man's dangling member between his legs. Then, she began to masturbate him silently.

Her heart was already burning with rage. Her fingers trembled incessantly. She was still furious about the words "her body belongs to him." The identity of being a sex slave was imposed upon her; she had no choice. Not long ago, this devilish man kidnapped her to his brothel to satisfy his insatiable, perverse lust, toying with her naked body, and possibly even murdering her in the end. Women should use their bodies to fully comfort men, but only if they like them. Zhizi had always believed this.

A woman should not be forced into submission through violence. The man, naked, thrust his hips forward, his lustful eyes fixed on Zhizi as she stroked his penis with her hand. Zhizi's hand moved faster and faster, and her body began to react.

The man's penis suddenly thrust forward, and Zhizi averted her gaze, stroking herself while simultaneously rubbing her own genitals. The man's erect penis stirred intensely in the naked Zhizi's eyes. She spread her legs.

The man silently lifted his heels but didn't move, as if he had no intention of taking a bath. After a moment's thought, he bent down to examine the area between Zhizi's spread thighs.

Those who have been sex slaves understand that this is a check to see if a woman is sexually aroused.

Zhizi understood the man's intention, spreading her legs wide so he could see clearly.

The man straightened up, saying nothing.

Zhizi understood his intention again, so she knelt on the ground, bringing her face close to the man's genitals, her hand grasping his penis. It was hard and erect, and Zhizi began to rub it. This was a humiliating task; a coerced woman had to submit to a man's silent commands. Even if a woman suffered the greatest humiliation, she had to obediently serve the man.

Zhizi's hair was tightly gripped by the man,

twisted forcefully, and forced close to her mouth.

Zhizi closed her eyes tightly, hesitating slightly.

The strong hand gripping her hair trembled.

A look of pain appeared on Zhizi's face; she knew she had to open her mouth now. She slightly opened her cherry-like lips.

The man forcefully thrust his penis inside her, then tightly pulled her head down to his lower body, the object reaching all the way down her throat.

Zhizi was forced into oral sex. The object in her throat thrashed about wildly, making her feel nauseous and unable to vomit.

There was a sink by the bathroom door, but the man wouldn't allow her to wash herself, not even his foul-smelling penis—a deliberate act of tormenting Zhizi. He wanted her saliva to wash away the grime from his penis instead of water.

The man groaned like a wolf, bending down to bite Zhizi's snow-white, pink breasts. He violently thrust his lower body.

When he finally climbed off Zhizi, satisfied and drenched in sweat, his mouth smeared with her vaginal fluids, Zhizi had already fainted.

But the man didn't seem satisfied.

He pulled his penis out of Zhizi's mouth and then pressed hard on her philtrum. Zhizi woke up again shortly after, and the man, extremely excited, shoved his long, erect penis back into her mouth.

Zhizi's face was jolted and pulled by his hand.

His penis moved in and out of her mouth, its surface glistening with saliva.

"How is it? Madam, comfortable now? Ah—hehe…" he said, grasping his engorged penis and forcefully shoving it down Zhizi's throat. Zhizi coughed violently, her eyes rolling back.

Due to the violent coughing, Zhizi accidentally bit the man's penis.

The man let out a beastly roar, quickly pulled his penis out of Zhizi's mouth, and slapped her hard across the face.

After a while, he lifted Zhizi's hair, tilting her face upwards.

"So? Between me and your husband, who's better?" The man tilted his head, a seemingly victorious smile on his face.

Looking at that ugly, grotesque face, Zhizi felt an indescribable nausea.

She didn't answer, though her scalp was being tightly gripped, she tried her best to keep her eyelids closed.

"Answer, Zhizi!"

"Your thing is excellent." Zhizi had no choice but to answer him. She was already used to this kind of question.

In fact, this was exactly the answer the man was waiting for. If she didn't answer, she would suffer brutal torture. That torture, besides physical pain, was also extremely unbearable psychologically. Men who kidnap other men's wives usually ask these kinds of questions when doing these things. Once a woman submits to a man's thing, she can only answer like this.

"Let's continue!" The man released her hair.

Zhizi closed her eyelids, her head swaying with the shaking of his thighs.

The man stroked the back of her head with one hand and lifted her chin with the other.

Zhizi began oral sex again.

The man had actually intended to ejaculate the liquid before even asking the question. However, he stopped himself, plotting how to make Zhizi suffer even more. He wanted to make her swallow the liquid when she wasn't looking.

Only such true torment would satisfy him.

Zhizi clung to the man's thick waist.

"Faster, faster!" the man commanded loudly.

Zhizi began to shake her head desperately like a slave.

The man's hands gripped her hair tightly.

The object in Zhizi's throat was pushed deeper and deeper. Several times, the man forcefully pushed it back in. Zhizi felt difficulty breathing and involuntarily tried to exhale, attempting to push the object out. However, the man's hands were as heavy as rocks, pressing firmly on her head.

The man's hands continued to press down. Zhizi felt her head was being crushed. Her

struggles were futile .

Suddenly, a hot, foul-smelling liquid rushed into Zhizi's mouth.

Zhizi's nostrils were sealed by the man's abdominal muscles, forcing her to breathe only a small amount of air through her mouth. With each breath, she swallowed a little of the man's fluid. Slowly, she swallowed it all.

"Come here!" The man prepared to order her to do something else.

The two walked to the edge of the bathtub.

The man stepped into the tub, and as soon as Zhizi stepped in, he pulled her into his arms and made her sit on his lap with her back to him.

The man's hands began to play with her breasts and genitals again.

Zhizi remained motionless, letting those hairy hands rub and caress her body vigorously. She closed her eyes, as if that thing was still in her mouth—it was disgusting. If she hadn't gotten out in time, her heart might have stopped beating.

This man was so vicious; in the instant he ejaculated into her mouth, he didn't hesitate to kill another life.

At this moment, the man's limp member touched the center of her buttocks. She felt a chill run down her spine again.

Past experience told Zhizi that the process would be longer this time, and the man wouldn't give up until he succeeded.

[The End]

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