I was raped on a bus while I was pregnant.

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, due to my conscientious work and rigorous teaching, not only do the principal and department heads praise me
highly, but the students also enjoy my teaching style, and my classes are very interactive. At

the end of May this year, I went to the doctor because I was feeling unwell. After the examination, it was confirmed that I was eight weeks pregnant, and my 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 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 is a special understanding from the principal and department heads, and I have agreed to
this arrangement.

As a first-time pregnant woman, I also experienced symptoms such as morning sickness, dizziness, and loss of appetite. Fortunately,
the symptoms were most severe during the summer vacation, so it did not affect my teaching at all. When the summer vacation ended and school started
, I was already five months pregnant; at this point, I entered a stable period, and the aforementioned symptoms had subsided considerably. Compared to
a typical five-month pregnant woman, 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 having a big belly was 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 cover it up. 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've also noticed that my steps
are not as light as before, and I've started to feel clumsy. Seeing my round belly sticking out in front of me, I feel so ugly, and
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 feeling of unease. As soon as I stood on the classroom podium, the students began to whisper among themselves.
A said to the girl next to him, "See? I told you I had a big belly, but you didn't believe me! Now
it's too big to hide, your belly is huge!" Another boy chimed in, "I think you're even sexier now! Your boobs
have gotten bigger too..." I saw dozens of eyes staring at me, the boys especially leering.

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

In the blink of an eye, I became a woman seven months pregnant. As my belly grew bigger, I became
increasingly lazy. All I want to do all day is lie comfortably at home, not wanting to move at all. But I still have to go to class, and getting to
school has become the biggest problem. Since my husband is often away abroad, I have to support myself, repeating
the same routine of taking the bus and then transferring to the MRT 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 belly with the other, enduring the bumps from others, standing carefully,
sweat constantly streaming down my forehead. Finally, after getting off the bus, I'm almost completely exhausted, and the ordeal

is finally over. In another month, my belly will be even bigger, making walking difficult, and going to school will be excruciating
. Before class, I always have to trouble the class monitor to help me to the classroom; once in the classroom, I can only sit for the entire lesson. Also, because
the expanding uterus is pressing on my bladder, I frequently have to go to the toilet, which has now become a chore. Because 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 while
, my legs would go numb, and once I even sat down on the floor with a thud, taking a long time to stand up. I wanted to cry then,
thinking, why did I put myself through this? But thankfully, 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 held a meeting for teachers, which didn't end until 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 subway, I took a bus, and soon it started raining,
and 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 quietly put my hand into the pocket of my brown coat, feeling the rounded shape under my palm, and couldn't
help but smile . The baby in my womb was restless and fussy from the stuffiness, so I had to keep soothing it. Standing for so long, my legs started to feel weak and
my back ached. Looking around, however, everyone in the carriage, whether standing or sitting, was drowsy and no one seemed to notice
my distress. It seemed I shouldn't expect anyone to offer me a seat. Faced with the current lack of public courtesy and indifference, 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 carriage was moving slowly, making the journey seem even longer. The carriage was so crowded
that people kept bumping into my large belly. I was extremely helpless and could only try my best to protect my abdomen, not daring to free my hands to
rub my back. The baby probably couldn't stand the stuffy air; my belly felt heavy and throbbing, I was sweating profusely, and my
legs began to tremble uncontrollably.

Suddenly, a warm body pressed against my back, and I involuntarily stiffened. But in a crowded
carriage , shoulder-to-shoulder contact was unavoidable. The person was supporting me, relieving my tired and sore back, and
temporarily reducing the heaviness in my stomach.

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 . Seeing this, the person intensified their efforts, using the swaying of the bus to increase the intensity of the friction. When this small stimulation was no longer enough, they began to thrust into my waist and hips with varying depths. Then the bus turned, and the person's body lurched forward onto me, their stomach pressing hard against the armrest of the seat. "Ah!" I screamed in pain.

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

"It's...it's okay..." The bump had sent a sharp pain through my abdomen. I took a deep breath, trying to
bear it, but the baby inside me was thrashing about, telling me I was suffering. After a while, the baby seemed to tire
and quieted down, my belly sinking heavily. My weak, aching back could no longer straighten. I bent over slightly
, trying to ease the discomfort from the back and abdominal pain. Suddenly, I jerked my head back, my eyes wide,
my legs clamped together, my whole body stiff. It turned out that by bending over, my raised buttocks had pressed against the man behind me. Unexpectedly
, a strange hand began to grope my buttocks, sliding down my cleft and between my legs. I
'd encountered a pervert.

I twisted my body, trying to push away that annoying hand; but it showed no sign of giving up,
regrouping and continuing its invasion. I felt incredibly uncomfortable being touched all over. I desperately tried to protect myself, but the man forcefully
spread my legs with his feet and grabbed my hands, pinning 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 their clutches.

The man behind me continued to rub my buttocks and between my legs. Later, finding my skirt
in the way, he lifted it up. I felt a chill on my calves and the back of my thighs. 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
moving from behind across my legs to my mons pubis, teasing and stimulating between the two areas
. The bald man wasn't idle either: he covered my mouth with one hand, while the other hand kneaded
and caressed my full breasts, 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 , my whole body was hot, my face flushed, anticipating the men's next move.

"Hehe! Lucky you today, picked up some 'fresh meat'." The man behind me chuckled softly, his hand
moving intensifying its attack. He used his fingertips, through my underwear, to press against my petals, clitoris, and vulva,
vibrating and stimulating them forcefully, finally inserting his fingers, along with the underwear, into my wet vulva. "Ugh..." I
groaned, knowing that my lower body was already overflowing with fluid.

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

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."

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 past the thick pubic hair, and striking directly at the core
. Then he launched into a furious onslaught, greedily rubbing my sensitive clitoris and thick labia, before inserting
his fingers into my wet vagina and thrusting them in and out.

"Ugh... Ugh..." I was overwhelmed by this intense assault, my whole body tingling and I
could
n't pull myself away. My breathing became more and more rapid, and my moans grew increasingly shrill. 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 between my breasts, sniffing and kissing, teasing my nipples through the bra.
A moment later, I heard him say, "Hard, hard!" Then I felt a cool sensation on my chest: the bra was instantly pulled up, and two mounds of flesh sprang out.

The bald man didn't utter a sound, brazenly grasping my breasts, stroking them with varying pressure. His thumb
circled my left areola, teasing the swollen, hard nipple, then skillfully pinching and plucking it with two fingers. On the other hand
, he took my right nipple into his mouth, his tongue gently caressing it, his lips pinching and sucking, and he even gently picked it up and
nibbled at it . Before long, both nipples were swollen and red.

"Ugh... ugh... um..." My whole body was covered in goosebumps, waves of pleasure washing over me.
The swelling in my breasts gradually concentrated at the nipples, on the verge of eruption. "Ugh um..." 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 wetting my underwear and the man's teasing hands behind me, but also flowing down my legs to the floor.

After this ordeal, I almost couldn't breathe, the cold sweat pouring out soaked my whole body, and my body was still trembling from the
recent . 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..." Beads of sweat glistened on my pale cheeks, my long eyelashes drooped limply, and my fragility and helplessness
were palpable. My breaths were laced with pleas.

The two men began to whisper amongst themselves. My mind went blank, and I was too weak to hear what
they were plotting. I 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 he pressed the stop button and called out, "Driver,
get off ."

The two men sandwiched me between them, pushing and pulling me through the crowded streets, shouting, "Careful! Careful
! There's a pregnant woman crossing!" I was half-pushed, 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 . He hissed, "Behave yourself if you want to live! Otherwise, we'll kill you."

I was terrified, trembling all over, and dared not disobey in the slightest. I could only drag my heavy
body and half-heartedly follow them. About fifteen minutes later, I was led to an abandoned warehouse. Reaching
a corner of the warehouse, the bald man said, "I haven't touched a woman in a long time. This time, I've actually come across someone I've never seen before..."
"Pregnant woman. We weren't satisfied in the car, now it's time to have some real fun!"

Hearing this, I was terrified, tears streaming down my face. I knelt down, pleading
, "No...please...please..." My thoughts were a jumbled mess, but one thing remained:
the safety of my unborn child. For my child's sake, despite my large belly, I kowtowed desperately, even weeping,
pleading , "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, grabbing my hands without a word. Seeing that their
lower bodies were already swollen and ready to pounce, I knew it was all over, and I collapsed to the ground. They
bent my knees, spread my legs apart, and pulled my hands to my feet. I picked up the electrical wire left on the ground and
tied my right hand and right ankle together, then did the same to my left side; now, not only were my hands and feet bound, but I couldn't even get up.

Then, the two men wickedly lifted my skirt, took out scissors, and brandished them at my body. "Snip!" My
underwear was cut off, exposing my private area nakedly to the strange men. I felt
utterly humiliated and burst into tears, but the men only laughed. My large, round belly was exposed,
and the two men, as if admiring a rare treasure, carefully touched it, 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 desperately twisted my body, 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 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 moaned, my body still resisting. But 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 even reaching inside 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 escaping my lips: "Ah
... um... ah... no... ah ah... good... ah... ooh... no... ah...
" Finally, I completely collapsed, my vagina gushing 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 bring up
such a private topic in front of others? I tightly closed my lips, refusing to answer.

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

"Ah... ah... no... no!" I screamed in shock, my face pale. But the
fading pleasure was awakened again, and I moaned again, "Mmm... Ah... Ooh...
Ha... Ah... Ah..."

"How long will it take before you tell me?" the bald man asked, increasing the speed of his movements.

I couldn't take it anymore and uttered a few words in broken sentences, "Mmm... Already... Already... Ha...
One... One month... Ha... Ah... No... Mmm... No... Ha... Did...
Mmm... Did... Ah..."

"I see! Do you want it now?" the bald man asked again, his movements showing no sign of slowing down.

"Mmm... Ooh... Want... Mmm..." I answered breathlessly.

"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 pried open
the slightly parted petals and forcefully thrust his massive penis into the vagina, pumping in and out. "Ugh... ah... ah... gently...
gently... ah..." I felt so ashamed, actually experiencing pleasure from being raped, even letting out lewd cries.

The man behind me, probably itching to do the same, 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 assault, moans escaping from my lips: "Ugh... um...
um... ugh..."

After what seemed like an eternity, the bald man's body paused 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, shouldn't it be my turn now?" But the assault
continued, only the two men switched positions.

As for what I was doing at that moment, I don't know. I only vaguely remember sitting on them and swaying;
kneeling on the ground while the man penetrated me from behind; holding onto the wall with my hands and barely managing to stand up, while they held 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 the haze, bright sunlight shone into the warehouse. I struggled to sit up and found
myself ; the two men were nowhere to be seen. I felt my legs were weak and my head was throbbing. I quickly tidied my
clothes, struggled to escape the warehouse, and hailed a taxi home.

Once home, I immediately called the school to formally request maternity leave, which they granted. After finishing this important matter
, I felt even more exhausted and weak. I used the last of my strength to wash my filthy body and collapsed onto the bed.
For the next week, I stayed at home, not leaving the house. I don't know if I was really sick or if
it was due to psychological factors, but during this period, I kept dreaming about that day. I felt utterly ashamed of myself for having felt a lingering attachment to the assaults of
two men, and for letting them gratify themselves multiple times. Thinking about this, tears streamed down my face again, and I couldn't control myself.

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