Bus rape of pregnant woman

My name is Lu Min-Tzu, I am 26 years old, married, and currently a geography teacher at a junior high school. I have only been teaching for two years. However, due to my hard work and rigorous teaching style, I am highly praised by the principal and department heads, and my students also enjoy my teaching methods, which are very interactive in class. At

the end of May this year, I went to the hospital because I was feeling unwell, and the examination confirmed that I was eight weeks pregnant, with my due date around January next year. I originally planned to take leave to prepare for childbirth after this semester, but the school is short-staffed and cannot allow me to realize my plan. I will have to continue teaching until the eve of my delivery next semester. However, I only need to teach three days a week, two periods each time, and I can rest at home the rest of the time. This is a special understanding from the principal and department heads, and I have agreed to this arrangement.

As a first-time mother, I experienced morning sickness, dizziness, and loss of appetite. Fortunately, the worst symptoms occurred during summer vacation, so it didn't affect my classes at all. By the time summer vacation ended and school started, I was five months pregnant; this marked a stable period, and the aforementioned symptoms had subsided considerably. However, compared to other women five months pregnant, my belly was only slightly protruding. I consulted a doctor, who simply said, "It's normal, don't worry."

I thought that was fine; I'm a woman who cares about her appearance, and I always felt that carrying a big belly was somewhat unsightly. So, when I went to school, I either wore a black pleated skirt with embellishments at the waist or a loose jacket with an elastic waistband to conceal it. As I walked lightly into the classroom, I saw the students' reactions and knew I had successfully fooled them. They didn't notice the protruding belly under my oversized clothes; they thought I had just gained a little weight after summer vacation.

But my good fortune didn't last long. Recently, my belly has been growing much faster and I can no longer hide it. I also find that my steps are not as light as before and have become clumsy. Seeing my round belly sticking out in front of me, I feel terrible. I can't fit into my old clothes anymore. Now, I can only reluctantly wear maternity clothes with a light woolen cardigan over them, and walk into school with a heavy heart. As soon as I stand on the podium, the students start whispering among themselves. A male student in the front row said to the female student next to him, "See? I told you the teacher had a big belly, but you didn't believe me! Now it's impossible to hide it anymore, her belly is so big!" Another male student chimed in, "I think the teacher is even sexier now! Her breasts have gotten bigger too..." I saw dozens of pairs of eyes staring at me, the boys especially leering at me.

I forced myself to remain calm and began my lecture. But standing and lecturing with such a big belly was truly painful; my back and legs ached, and my stomach often tightened, making me very uncomfortable. I had to put one hand on my hip, write on the blackboard with the other, and occasionally rub my stomach to relieve the discomfort. I used to be able to lecture from beginning to end without getting tired, but now my stamina couldn't handle it, so I had to stand and sit intermittently, and even take short breaks. The students didn't seem to mind, but they would often focus on my protruding belly.

Before I knew it, I was seven months pregnant. As my belly grew bigger, I became increasingly lazy. I just wanted to lie comfortably at home all day, not wanting to move at all. But I still had to attend classes, and getting to school from home had become the biggest problem. Because my husband was often away abroad, I had to support myself, repeating the same routine of taking the bus and then the subway every day. Although the distance wasn't too far, for a pregnant woman, walking just a few steps left me breathless, making this commute incredibly painful. Sometimes the train was crowded with no seats available, but very few people were willing to give me their seats. I could only hold onto the railing with one hand and support my stomach with the other, enduring the bumps and knocks of others, standing carefully, sweat constantly streaming down my forehead. Finally, after getting off the bus, I was almost completely exhausted, and the ordeal was finally

over. A month later, my belly was even bigger, making walking difficult, and going to school was a nightmare. Before class, I always had to trouble the class monitor to help me to the classroom; once there, I could only sit for the entire lesson. Because my enlarged uterus was pressing on my bladder, I frequently had to go to the toilet, which had now become a chore. Since it was a squat toilet, I had to lift my skirt, take off my underwear, and then slowly squat down while holding onto the doorknob. If I squatted for even a little too long, my legs would go numb; once, I sat down on the floor like that and it took me a long time to get up. I felt like crying then, wondering why I had put myself through this. Thankfully, my due date was approaching, and in a few days I could legitimately request maternity leave.

Just before I was due to take leave, the school held a meeting for teachers, which didn't end until around 6 PM. My husband was away on a business trip and couldn't pick me up, so I had to go home by myself. After getting off the MRT and transferring to a bus, it started raining, and the rain intensified. The bus became increasingly crowded, and the air inside felt stifling. Although I felt slightly uncomfortable, I bit my lower lip, closed my eyes, and gripped the handrail tightly to keep from falling due to my weak legs.

I quietly put my hand into the pocket of my brown coat, feeling the rounded shape beneath my palm, and couldn't help but smile slightly. The baby inside me was restless and fussy from the stuffiness, so I had to keep soothing it. Standing for so long, my legs started to give way and my back ached. But looking around, everyone on the bus, whether standing or sitting, was drowsy and no one seemed to notice my discomfort. It seemed I shouldn't expect anyone to offer me a seat. Faced with the lack of public decency and indifference these days, I could only manage a helpless smile, supporting my heavy belly with my hands, straightening my aching and weak back, and continuing to endure.

Because of the rain, the bus was moving slowly, making the journey seem even longer. The bus was so crowded that people kept bumping into my large belly. I felt utterly helpless and could only try my best to protect my abdomen, not daring to even free my hands to rub my back. The baby, probably unable to bear the stuffy air, felt waves of heaviness in my stomach, sweat poured down my body, and my legs began to tremble uncontrollably.

Suddenly, a warm body pressed against my back, and I stiffened involuntarily. However, in the crowded car, shoulder-to-shoulder contact was unavoidable. Besides, the person was supporting me, relieving the fatigue and soreness in my lower back, and my stomach didn't feel so heavy for the time being.

Unexpectedly, the body pressed against my back began to twist slightly, gently but frequently rubbing against my buttocks through my blue and white floral dress. My sensitive body immediately reacted; a warm current flowed upwards, and

the baby became excited, even starting to move its arms and legs. "Mmm..." A low groan escaped my lips. Seeing this, the man intensified his efforts, using the swaying of the bus to increase the friction. When this small stimulation was no longer enough, he began to thrust into my waist and hips with varying depths.

Just then, the bus turned, and the man's body lurched forward onto mine, his stomach slamming hard against the armrest of the seat. "Ah!" I screamed in pain.

"Ah! Sorry, sorry!" A deep, hoarse voice came from behind me; it was a man.

"It's... okay..." The impact had sent a sharp pain through my abdomen. I took a deep breath, trying to endure it, but the baby inside me was writhing violently, telling me I was suffering. After a while of fussing, the child seemed tired and finally quieted down, my belly sinking heavily. My weak, aching back could no longer straighten up. I bent slightly, trying to ease the discomfort from the back and abdominal pain. Suddenly, I jerked my head back, eyes wide, legs clamped together, my whole body stiff. It turned out that this bend had caused my raised buttocks to press against the man behind me. Unexpectedly, a strange hand began to grope my buttocks, sliding down my cleft between my legs. I'd encountered a pervert.

I twisted my body, repeatedly trying to push away the annoying hand; but it showed no sign of giving up, regrouping after each attempt to stop it, continuing its invasion. I felt incredibly uncomfortable being touched all over. I tried desperately to protect myself, but the man's legs were forced apart by his feet, and he grabbed my hands and pinned them behind my back. I was completely defenseless and at his mercy. Just as I was about to scream, a large, hairy hand tightly covered my mouth. Looking closer, I saw it was a bald man with a lewd appearance. He gave a wink to the man behind him, and I knew I was in deep trouble: these two were accomplices, and I had no way to escape.

The man behind me continued to rub my buttocks and between my legs. Then, finding my skirt in the way, he grabbed it and lifted it up. I felt a chill on my calves and the back of my thighs, and the next second his hand was moving over my smooth thighs and buttocks covered by white maternity underwear. "Mmm..." he groaned with satisfaction, his hand reaching from behind across my legs to my pubic mound, teasing and stimulating it back and forth. The bald man wasn't idle either: he covered my mouth with one hand while kneading and caressing my full breasts with the other, a lewd grin spreading across his face.

"Ugh... Ugh..." I couldn't speak, unable to resist, letting the two men grope me. I had originally wanted to put up a final resistance, but I found that after being teased by the men, my body began to become sensitive. I actually felt pleasure from the violation, my whole body was hot, my face flushed, and I anticipated the men's next move.

"Hehe! I'm really lucky today, I've picked up some 'fresh meat'." The man behind me chuckled softly, and the hand that was moving around my lower body increased the intensity of its attack. He used his fingertips to press against my petals, clitoris and vulva through my panties, vibrating and stimulating them forcefully, and finally inserted his fingers along with the panties into my wet vulva. "Ugh..." I groaned, knowing that my lower body was already overflowing with honey.

Feeling the fabric in my hand slowly becoming soaked, the man chuckled, "Hehe! I didn't expect our pregnant woman to be such a slut, already wet so quickly!" Before he finished speaking, he withdrew his hand from between my legs without a word, turned to face me, and yanked my skirt up to my abdomen: my lower body was completely exposed, with only my maternity underwear serving as a last line of defense.

Behind me, the man's hand quietly slid down my side, finally stopping on my protruding belly. He pressed and stroked it in circles, whispering in my ear, "Madam, your belly is so big, you must be about to give birth, right?"

I turned my head away, unwilling to show my blushing face, and also to avoid this embarrassing question. He paid no heed, slowly caressing every inch of my skin, finally slipping his hand inside my underwear, brushing past the thick weeds, and striking right at the heart of the matter. He then launched a furious assault, greedily rubbing my sensitive clitoris and thick labia, before inserting his fingers into my wet opening and thrusting them back and forth.

"Ugh...ugh..." I was overwhelmed by this intense onslaught, my body tingling and unable to extricate myself, my breathing becoming increasingly rapid, my moans growing ever sharper. Before I knew it, the bald man had lifted my skirt to my chest, his hands covering my bra, kneading and shaking my firm breasts.

"Look! Your breasts are so soft and supple, let me have some fun with them." The bald man said, burying his head between my breasts, sniffing and kissing them, teasing my nipples through my bra. A moment later, he said, "Hard, hard!" Then I felt a cool sensation on my chest: my bra was instantly pulled up, and two mounds of flesh sprang out.

The bald man didn't utter a sound, brazenly grasping my breasts, caressing them with varying pressure. His thumb circled my left areola, teasing the swollen, erect nipple, then skillfully pinching and plucking it with two fingers. Meanwhile, he took my right nipple into his mouth, his tongue gently caressing it, his lips clamping it shut as he sucked, even gently picking it up and nibbling with his teeth. Before long, both nipples were red and swollen.

"Ugh... Ugh... Mmm..." My whole body was covered in goosebumps, waves of pleasure washing over me. The swelling in my breasts gradually gathered at the nipples, on the verge of eruption. "Ugh... Mmm..." With a soft moan, two streams of white milk slowly flowed from my nipples, sliding down my abdomen. The bald man opened his mouth to receive it, muttering, "Mmm... So sweet... Delicious..." At the same time, I couldn't help but ejaculate: a large amount of love fluid gushed out like a spring, not only soaking my underwear and the man's teasing hands behind me, but also flowing down my legs to the floor.

After this ordeal, I was almost breathless. A torrent of cold sweat soaked my entire body, and my body still trembled from the recent orgasm. My legs were weak and I couldn't support myself. Leaning against the man behind me, I slowly turned my head and weakly said, "Please...please...let...let...me...go..." My pale cheeks were covered in glistening beads of sweat, my long eyelashes drooped weakly, and a look of fragility and helplessness hung on my face. My breaths were laced with pleas.

The two men began to whisper among themselves. My mind went blank, and I was too weak to hear anything they were plotting. The two men nodded to each other, and the man behind me helped me up, while the bald man straightened my disheveled clothes, acting as if nothing had happened. Then they pressed the stop button and called out, "Driver, get off."

The two men sandwiched me between them, pushing me through the crowded street, shouting, "Watch out! Watch out! There's a pregnant woman crossing!" I was half-pushed and half-pulled off the bus with the two men, finding myself on a completely unfamiliar street.

The bald man said, "Come with us!" I tried to run, but the man behind me grabbed me, and something sharp was pressed against my back. He hissed, "Behave yourself if you want to live! Otherwise, we'll kill you."

I was terrified, trembling all over, and dared not resist in the slightest. I could only drag my heavy body, half-pushed and half-willing, following them. About fifteen minutes later, I was led to an abandoned warehouse. In a corner, the bald man said, "I haven't seen a woman in ages, and this time I've even found a pregnant woman I've never met before. The ride in the car wasn't enough, now it's time to see the world!"

Hearing this, I was terrified, tears welling in my eyes. I knelt down, pleading desperately, "No…no…please…" My thoughts were a jumbled mess, but one thing remained: the safety of the baby in my womb. For the sake of my child's safety, despite my heavily pregnant belly, I desperately kowtowed, even pleading with tears streaming down my face, "Please... please let me go today... I'm really not feeling well... after I give birth... I'll definitely satisfy you then!"

However, the two lustful men didn't care about any of that and grabbed my hands without saying a word. Seeing that their lower bodies were already swollen and ready to strike, I knew that everything was over and collapsed to the ground. They bent my knees, spread my legs apart, and pulled my hands to my feet. They picked up the electrical wires left on the ground and tied my right hand and right ankle together, and did the same to my left side; in this way, not only were my hands and feet bound, but I couldn't even get up.

Then, the two men maliciously lifted my skirt, took out scissors, and slashed at me. "Snip!" My underwear was cut, exposing my private area to the strange men. I felt utterly humiliated and burst into tears, but the men laughed. My large, round belly was exposed, and the two men handled it carefully as if it were a rare treasure, saying, "Fantastic, really fantastic. My wife's belly wasn't this big when she was pregnant!"

Before they finished speaking, their hands moved to my breasts, groping them. I struggled desperately, crying out, "No...no...don't...don't touch...waaaah..." But the two men were in the heat of the moment and weren't about to let me go easily. In an instant, my skirt was lifted up, the scissors moved swiftly, and my bra was cut off. While the bald man was fondling my full breasts, the man behind me was caressing my thick pubic hair, kneading my extremely sensitive clitoris, pressing my slightly parted labia, and exploring the warm entrance to my vagina.

"Ugh...ah...no...no...ugh...mmm..." I moaned, my body still resisting. Unfortunately, the restraints were too tight, I couldn't exert any strength, and all I could see was my swollen belly shaking. At this moment, both men's hands moved to my lower body, rubbing and even reaching inside my vagina to stimulate deeper areas.

"Ugh... Ah... Ha... Stop... Stop... Ah..." I was completely exhausted and could no longer struggle. I could only resign myself to lying on the ground, tears streaming down my face. They didn't stop there, continuing to rub and play with my breasts and genitals. I was already delirious, my words incoherent, only moans coming out incessantly: "Ah... Hmm... Ah... No... Ahhh... Good... Ah... Ugh... No... Ahhh..." Finally, I completely collapsed, and my vagina gushed out a large amount of fluid.

Seeing this, they actually laughed out loud. The bald man approached me and asked, "Madam, it seems you haven't made love with your husband in a long time! How long has it been?" This explicit question made my face flush red. How could I possibly discuss such a private matter in front of others? I tightly closed my lips, refusing to answer.

Seeing my silence, he directly inserted his fingers into my vagina and vigorously moved them, saying, "It's okay, let's see how long you can hold back?"

"Ah... Ah... No... No!" I cried out in shock. But the pleasure that had been gradually fading was awakened again, and I moaned again, "Mmm... Ah... Ooh... Ha... Ah... Ah..."

"How long? Will you tell me or not?" the bald man asked, increasing the speed of his movements.

I couldn't take it anymore and stammered out a few words: "Um...already...ha...one...one month...ha...no...um...no...ha...did...um...did...ah..."

"Is that so! Do you want it now?" the bald man asked again, his hands still showing no sign of letting up.

"Um...ooh...want...um..." I answered breathlessly.

"What? What did you say? I can't hear you, speak louder!"

I abandoned my last bit of restraint and spoke the true answer deep in my heart: "I...I want..."

The two men immediately took off their pants, and I saw that both of their penises were already erect. The bald man forcefully pried open the slightly parted petals and thrust his massive penis into my vagina. "Ugh... ah... ah... gently... gently... ah..." I felt so ashamed, actually experiencing pleasure from being raped and even letting out lewd cries.

The man behind me, probably feeling itchy too, brought his thick penis close to my face and said, "Lick it for me!" I obediently grasped the erect penis in front of me and gently took it into my mouth. And so, I was attacked from above and below, my body vibrating with the rhythm of the attacks, moans escaping from between my lips: "Ugh... um... um... ugh..."

After what seemed like an eternity, the bald man's body trembled a few times: he ejaculated, a warm stream spreading through my vagina. At this moment, the man behind me said, "Hey! Brother, you're done, now it's my turn, right?" The assault continued, only the two men switched positions.

I don't know what I was doing at that moment; I only vaguely remember sitting on them and swaying; kneeling on the ground while the man penetrated me from behind; leaning against the wall, barely managing to stand, as they grabbed my waist and thrust into me... Later, my whole body went limp, my consciousness blurred, and I lost consciousness.

When I opened my eyes from my daze, bright sunlight streamed into the warehouse. I struggled to sit up and found myself alone; the two men were nowhere to be seen. My legs felt weak and my head was throbbing. I quickly dressed and struggled out of the warehouse, hailing a taxi home.

Once home, I immediately called my school to formally request maternity leave, which they granted. After finishing this urgent matter, I felt utterly exhausted. With my last ounce of strength, I washed my soiled body and collapsed onto the bed. For the next week, I stayed home, never leaving the house. I don't know if it was a real illness or psychological, but during this time I kept dreaming about that day. I felt utterly ashamed of myself for having felt a lingering attachment to the assault of two men, even allowing them to climax multiple times. Thinking of this, tears streamed down my face again, and I couldn't control myself...

[The End]

My name is Lu Minci, I am 26 years old, married, and currently a geography teacher at a junior high school. I have only been teaching for two years. However, because of my hard work and rigorous teaching, not only do the principal and department heads praise me highly, but the students also like my teaching style, and the classroom interaction is very lively. At

the end of May this year, I went to the hospital because I was feeling unwell. After the examination, it was confirmed that I was eight weeks pregnant, and the due date is around January next year. I originally wanted to take leave to prepare for childbirth after this semester, but the school is short-staffed and cannot allow me to realize my plan. I have no choice but to reluctantly continue teaching until the eve of my delivery next semester. However, I only need to teach three days a week, two periods each time, and I can rest at home the rest of the time. This was a special consideration from the principal and department head, and I agreed to the arrangement.

As a first-time pregnant woman, I experienced morning sickness, dizziness, and loss of appetite, just like everyone else. Fortunately, the worst symptoms occurred during summer vacation, so it didn't affect my classes at all. By the time summer vacation ended and school started, I was five months pregnant; at this point, I had entered a stable period, and the aforementioned symptoms had subsided considerably. However, compared to a typical five-month pregnant woman, my abdomen was only slightly protruding. I consulted a doctor about this, and the doctor simply said, "It's normal, no need to worry."

I thought that was fine too; I'm a woman who cares about her appearance, and I always felt that having a big belly was somewhat unsightly. So I went to school wearing either a black pleated skirt with embellishments at the waist or a loose jacket with an elastic waistband to conceal it. When I walked lightly into the classroom and saw the students' reactions, I knew I had successfully fooled them. They didn't notice that under the loose clothes was actually a protruding belly; they thought I had just gained a little weight after summer vacation.

But this didn't last long. Recently, my belly has been growing much faster and I can no longer hide it. I also find that my steps are not as light as before and have become heavy. Seeing my round belly sticking out in front of me, I feel terrible. I can't fit into my old clothes anymore. Now, I can only reluctantly wear maternity clothes with a light woolen cardigan over them, walking into school with a feeling of unease. As soon as I stood on the podium, the students began whispering among themselves. A boy in the front row said to the girl next to him, "See? I told you the teacher had a big belly, but you didn't believe me! Now it's impossible to hide it anymore, her belly is so big!" Another boy chimed in, "I think the teacher looks even sexier now! Her breasts have gotten bigger too..." I saw dozens of pairs of eyes staring at me, the boys with lecherous looks on their faces.

I forced myself to remain calm and began lecturing. But standing and lecturing with such a big belly was truly unbearable; my back and legs ached, and my stomach often tightened, making me very uncomfortable. I had to put one hand on my hip, write on the blackboard with the other, and occasionally rub my stomach to relieve the discomfort. I used to be able to lecture from beginning to end without getting tired, but now my stamina can't keep up. I have to stand or sit intermittently, and even need to pause for a while. The students don't seem to mind, but they often focus on my protruding belly.

In the blink of an eye, I'm seven months pregnant. As my belly grows bigger, I become increasingly lazy. I just want to lie comfortably at home all day, not wanting to move at all. But I still have to teach, and getting to school from home has become the biggest problem. Because my husband is often away abroad, I have to support myself, repeating the same routine of taking the bus and then the subway every day. Although the distance isn't too far, for a pregnant woman, walking just a few steps leaves me breathless, making this commute incredibly painful. Sometimes the bus is crowded and there are no empty seats, but few people are willing to give me theirs. I can only hold onto the handrail with one hand and support my stomach with the other, enduring the bumps and knocks of others, standing carefully, sweat constantly sliding down my forehead. Only after finally getting off the bus, almost completely exhausted, does the ordeal end.

A month later, my belly is even bigger, making walking difficult, and going to school is simply unbearable. Before class, I always have to trouble the class monitor to help me to the classroom; once there, I can only sit for the entire lesson. Because my enlarged uterus is pressing on my bladder, I frequently have to go to the toilet, which has now become a chore. Because it's a squat toilet, I have to lift my skirt, take off my underwear, and then slowly squat down while holding onto the doorknob. If I squatted for even a little while, my legs would go numb. Once, I even sat down on the ground with a thud and it took me a long time to get up. I wanted to cry then, wondering why I had put myself through this. Fortunately, my due date was approaching, and in a few days I could legitimately take maternity leave.

Just before I was about to take leave, the school called a meeting for teachers, which ended around 6 p.m. My husband was away on a business trip and couldn't pick me up, so I had to go home by myself. After getting off the MRT and transferring to a bus, it started raining soon after, and the rain got heavier and heavier. The bus became increasingly crowded, and the air inside became even more stuffy. Although I felt slightly uncomfortable, I bit my lower lip, closed my eyes, and gripped the handrail tightly to keep myself from falling due to my weak legs.

I discreetly slipped my hand into the pocket of my brown coat, feeling the rounded shape beneath my palm, and couldn't help but smile slightly. The baby inside me was restless and fussy, so I had to keep soothing it. Standing for a while, my legs started to feel weak and my back ached. But looking around, all the passengers, whether standing or sitting, were drowsy and no one seemed to notice my discomfort. It seemed I shouldn't expect anyone to offer me a seat. Faced with the lack of public decency and indifference these days, I gave a helpless bitter smile, supporting my heavy belly with my hands, straightening my aching and weak back, and continuing to endure.

Because of the rain, the bus was moving slowly, making the journey seem even longer. The bus was so crowded that people kept bumping into my large belly. I was utterly helpless, so I could only try my best to protect my abdomen and didn't dare to free my hands to rub my lower back. The baby probably couldn't stand the stuffy air; his stomach started to sink in waves, he was sweating profusely, and his legs began to tremble uncontrollably.

Suddenly, a warm body pressed against my back, and I stiffened involuntarily. However, in the crowded bus, shoulder-to-shoulder contact was unavoidable. Besides, the person was supporting me, relieving my tired and aching back, and temporarily alleviating the heavy feeling in my stomach.

Unexpectedly, the body against my back began to gently wiggle, lightly but frequently rubbing against my buttocks through my blue and white floral dress. My sensitive body immediately reacted; a surge of heat rose within me, and

the baby seemed to stir with excitement, starting to move its arms and legs. "Mmm…" A soft moan escaped my lips, and the person, seeing this, intensified the friction, using the swaying of the bus to increase the intensity of the friction. When that little stimulation wasn't enough, he started thrusting against my waist and hips, sometimes deep, sometimes shallow.

Just then, the bus turned, and the man's body lurched forward onto me, his stomach slamming against the armrest. "Ah!" I screamed in pain. "

Ah! Sorry, sorry!" A deep, hoarse voice came from behind me; it was a man.

"It's...it's okay..." The impact sent a sharp pain through my abdomen. I took a deep breath, trying to endure it, but the baby inside me was writhing violently, telling me I was suffering. After a while, the baby seemed tired and quieted down, my belly sinking heavily. My weak, aching back could no longer straighten. I bent slightly, trying to ease the discomfort from the back and abdominal pain. Suddenly, I jerked my head back, eyes wide, legs clamped together, my whole body stiff. It turned out that this bend had caused my raised buttocks to press against the man behind me. To my surprise, a strange hand began to grope my buttocks, sliding down my cleft between my legs. I'd encountered a pervert.

I twisted my body, trying to push away the annoying hand; but it showed no sign of giving up, regrouping after each attempt to block me, continuing its invasion. I felt incredibly uncomfortable being touched all over. I tried desperately to protect myself, but the man's legs were forced apart by his feet, and he grabbed my hands and pinned them behind my back. I was completely defenseless and at his mercy. Just as I was about to scream, a large, hairy hand tightly covered my mouth. Looking closer, I saw it was a bald man with a lewd appearance. He gave a wink to the man behind him, and I knew I was in deep trouble: these two were accomplices, and I had no way to escape.

The man behind me continued to rub my buttocks and between my legs. Then, finding my skirt in the way, he grabbed it and lifted it up. I felt a chill on my calves and the back of my thighs, and the next second his hand was moving over my smooth thighs and buttocks covered by white maternity underwear. "Mmm..." He let out a satisfied groan, his hand moving from behind, across my legs, to the mound of pubic hair, teasing and stimulating it back and forth. The bald man wasn't idle either: he covered my mouth with one hand, while the other kneaded and caressed my full breasts, a lewd grin on his face.

"Ugh... Ugh..." I couldn't speak, unable to resist, letting the two men grope me. I had wanted to put up a final resistance, but I found my body becoming sensitive after being teased. I actually felt pleasure from the violation, my body burning, my face flushed, anticipating the men's next move.

"Hehe! I'm in luck today, I've found some 'fresh meat'." The man behind me chuckled softly, his hand moving more aggressively towards my lower body. He pressed his fingertips against my petals, clitoris, and vulva through my panties, vibrating and teasing them, before finally inserting his fingers, panties and all, into my wet opening. "Ugh..." I groaned, knowing my lower body was already overflowing with fluid.

Feeling the fabric in my hand slowly becoming soaked, the man laughed again: "Hehe! I didn't expect our pregnant woman to be such a slut, she's wet so quickly!" As soon as he finished speaking, he withdrew his hand from between my legs without a word, turned to face me, and lifted my skirt up to my abdomen: my lower body was completely exposed, with only my maternity panties as the last line of defense.

The man's hand slipped stealthily across my waist, finally settling on my protruding belly. He pressed and stroked it in circles, whispering in my ear, "Madam, your belly is so big, you must be about to give birth, right?"

I turned my head away, unwilling to show my blushing face, and also to avoid this embarrassing question. He didn't seem to care, slowly caressing every inch of my skin, finally his hand swiftly slipping inside my underwear, brushing against the thick pubic hair, and striking directly at the heart of the matter. At this moment, he launched a furious assault, greedily rubbing my sensitive clitoris and thick labia, then inserting his fingers into my wet vagina and thrusting them back and forth.

"Ugh... Ugh..." I was overwhelmed by this intense onslaught, my body tingling and I couldn't pull myself away. My breathing became increasingly rapid, and my moans grew sharper. Before I knew it, the bald man had lifted my skirt to my chest, his hands covering my bra, kneading and shaking my firm breasts.

"Look! Your breasts are so smooth, let me have some fun with them," the bald man said, burying his head between my breasts, smelling and kissing them, teasing my nipples through the bra. A moment later, I heard him say, "Hard, hard!" Then I felt a cool sensation on my chest: my bra was instantly pulled up, and two mounds of flesh sprang out.

The bald man didn't utter a sound, brazenly grasping my breasts, caressing them with varying pressure. His thumb circled my left areola, teasing the swollen, erect nipple, then deftly pinched and plucked it with two fingers. Meanwhile, he took my right nipple into his mouth, his tongue gently caressing it, his lips clamping it shut as he sucked, and he even gently picked it up and nibbled with his teeth. Soon, both nipples were swollen and red.

"Ugh...ugh...mmm..." My whole body was on edge, waves of pleasure washing over me. The swelling in my breasts gradually concentrated at the nipples, on the verge of eruption. "Ugh...mmm..." With a soft moan, two streams of white milk slowly flowed from my nipples, sliding down my abdomen. The bald man opened his mouth to receive it, muttering, "Mmm...so sweet...delicious..." At the same time, I couldn't help but ejaculate: a large amount of love fluid gushed out like a spring, not only soaking my underwear and the man's teasing hands behind me, but also flowing down my legs to the floor.

After this ravaging, I almost couldn't breathe, and the gushing sweat soaked my whole body, my body still trembling from the recent orgasm. My legs went weak and I could barely support myself. Leaning against the man behind me, I slowly turned my head and weakly pleaded, "Please...please...let...let...me...go..." My pale cheeks were covered in glistening sweat, my long eyelashes drooped limply, and a look of fragility and helplessness hung on my face. My breaths were laced with pleas.

The two men began to whisper among themselves. My mind went blank, and I was too weak to hear anything they were plotting. I only saw them nod at each other, and the man behind me helped me up. The bald man straightened my disheveled clothes, acting as if nothing had happened. Then I pressed the stop button and shouted, "Driver, get off!"

Two men sandwiched me between them, pushing me through the crowded street while yelling, "Watch out! Watch out! There's a pregnant woman crossing!" I was half-pushed and half-pulled off the bus with the two men, finding myself on a completely unfamiliar street.

The bald man said, "Come with us!" I tried to run, but the man behind me grabbed me, and something sharp was pressed against my back. He hissed, "Behave yourself if you want to live! Otherwise, we'll kill you."

I was terrified, trembling all over, and dared not resist in the slightest. I could only drag my heavy body and half-pushed and half-reluctantly follow them. About fifteen minutes later, I was taken to an abandoned warehouse. Reaching a corner of the warehouse, the bald man spoke: "I haven't seen a woman in ages, and this time I've even found a pregnant woman I've never met before. I wasn't satisfied in the car, now it's time to see the world!"

Hearing this, I was terrified, tears welling up in my eyes. I knelt down, pleading desperately, "No...please...please..." My thoughts were a jumbled mess, but one thing remained: the safety of the baby in my womb. For my child's safety, despite my large belly, I kowtowed desperately, even weeping uncontrollably, pleading, "Please...please let me go today...I'm really not feeling well...after I give birth...I'll definitely satisfy you!"

However, the two lustful men didn't care about anything else and grabbed my hands without saying a word. Seeing that their lower bodies were already bulging and ready to go, I knew that everything was over and I collapsed to the ground. They bent my knees, spread my legs apart, and pulled my hands to my feet. They picked up the electrical wire left on the ground and tied my right hand and right ankle together, and did the same to my left side; in this way, not only were my hands and feet bound, but I couldn't even get up.

Then, I saw the two men evilly lift up my skirt, take out scissors and brandish them at me, "snip!" and my underwear was cut off, exposing my private parts naked in front of the strange men. I felt extremely humiliated and burst into tears, but the men laughed loudly at the sight. My large, round belly was exposed, and the two men touched it carefully as if it were a rare and precious treasure, saying, "It's amazing, really amazing. My husband's belly wasn't this big when he was pregnant!" Before

they finished speaking, their hands moved to my breasts and began to grope them. I struggled desperately, crying out, "No...no...don't...don't touch...waaaah..." But the two men were in the throes of passion and weren't about to let me off easily. In an instant, my skirt was lifted up, and the scissors moved swiftly, cutting my bra in two. While the bald man was enjoying his fondling of my full breasts, the man behind me was caressing my thick pubic hair, kneading my extremely sensitive clitoris, pressing my slightly parted labia, and exploring the warm entrance to my vagina.

"Ugh...ah...no...no...ugh...um..." I groaned, my body still struggling. Unfortunately, the restraints were too tight, I couldn't exert any strength, and all I could see was my swollen belly swaying. At this moment, both of their hands moved to my lower body, rubbing and kneading, even reaching inside my vagina to stimulate deeper areas.

"Ugh...ah...ha...stop...stop...ah..." All my strength was exhausted, I could no longer struggle, and could only resign myself to lying on the ground, tears streaming down my face. They didn't stop there, continuing to rub and play with my breasts and genitals. I was already delirious, my words incoherent, only moans continuing: "Ah... um... ah... no... ahh... good... ah... ooh... no... ah..." Finally, I completely collapsed, my vagina gushing out a large amount of fluid.

Seeing this, they actually laughed. The bald man approached me and asked, "Madam, it seems you haven't 'made love' with your husband in a long time! How long has it been?" This explicit question made my face flush red. How could I bring up such a private topic in front of others? I kept my lips tightly shut, absolutely refusing to answer.

Seeing that I remained silent, he directly inserted his finger into my vagina and vigorously moved it, saying, "It's okay, let's see how long you can hold it in?"

"Ah... Ah... No... No!" I cried out in shock. But the pleasure that was gradually fading was awakened again, and I moaned again: "Hmm... Ah... Ooh... Ha... Ah... Ah..."

"How long? Will you tell me or not?" the bald man asked, while speeding up his movements.

I couldn't take it anymore and stammered out a few words: "Um...already...ha...one...one month...ha...no...um...no...ha...did...um...did...ah..."

"Is that so! Do you want it now?" the bald man asked again, his hands still showing no sign of letting up.

"Um...ooh...want...um..." I answered breathlessly.

"What? What did you say? I can't hear you, speak louder!"

I abandoned my last bit of restraint and spoke the true answer deep in my heart: "I...I want..."

The two men immediately took off their pants, and I saw that both of their penises were already erect. The bald man forcefully pried open the slightly parted petals and thrust his massive penis into my vagina. "Ugh... ah... ah... gently... gently... ah..." I felt so ashamed, actually experiencing pleasure from being raped and even letting out lewd cries.

The man behind me, probably feeling itchy too, brought his thick penis close to my face and said, "Lick it for me!" I obediently grasped the erect penis in front of me and gently took it into my mouth. And so, I was attacked from above and below, my body vibrating with the rhythm of the attacks, moans escaping from between my lips: "Ugh... um... um... ugh..."

After what seemed like an eternity, the bald man's body trembled a few times: he ejaculated, a warm stream spreading through my vagina. At this moment, the man behind me said, "Hey! Brother, you're done, now it's my turn, right?" The assault continued, only the two men switched positions.

I don't know what I was doing at that moment; I only vaguely remember sitting on them and swaying; kneeling on the ground while the man penetrated me from behind; leaning against the wall, barely managing to stand, as they grabbed my waist and thrust into me... Later, my whole body went limp, my consciousness blurred, and I lost consciousness.

When I opened my eyes from my daze, bright sunlight streamed into the warehouse. I struggled to sit up and found myself alone; the two men were nowhere to be seen. My legs felt weak and my head was throbbing. I quickly dressed and struggled out of the warehouse, hailing a taxi home.

Once home, I immediately called the school to formally request maternity leave, which they granted. After finishing this urgent matter, I felt utterly exhausted. With my last bit of strength, I washed my soiled body and collapsed onto the bed. For the next week, I stayed home, not venturing out. I don't know if it was a real illness or psychological, but during this time I kept dreaming about that day. I felt so ashamed of myself for having felt a lingering attachment to the assault of two men, even allowing them to gratify themselves multiple times. Thinking about this, tears streamed down my face, and I couldn't control myself...

[The End]

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