Rape in the fitting room

I'm Xinru, 20 years old, a junior at X University. A few days ago, I made plans to go on a date with my boyfriend over the weekend. Looking at my schedule, I didn't really want to go to my morning classes, so I skipped class and went to a clothing store a bit far from school to look for something to wear on the date.

"This one's nice, this one's pretty too..." I wandered around the huge clothing store, my eyes constantly searching, trying to find something pretty and suitable, completely unaware that in the shadows, someone was watching me intently.

I picked out a few clothes and headed to the fitting rooms. Each fitting room had a mirror outside, so I quickly checked myself against the clothes and, finding them acceptable, decided to go in and try them on. Suddenly, I felt someone watching me. I turned around and looked around. "Huh, nobody's here," I thought, puzzled. I walked to the railing and looked around. To clarify, the store is divided into two floors. To protect female customers' privacy, most women's clothing is displayed on the upper floor, while men's clothing and the cash registers are on the lower floor. It was a weekday, and apart from the cashiers, there was no one else in the store. I tilted my head and thought for a moment, "Maybe I'm just having an allergic reaction," I shook my head and headed back to the fitting rooms.

I went into the fitting room, hung up my clothes (it was winter, so I had a scarf wrapped around my neck), and hung it aside. I was about to take off my woolen short dress, the hem of which only reached my thighs, when I suddenly heard a man's voice: "Huiyi, Huiyi, Huiyi, which room are you in?" I didn't pay much attention at first; after all, it's normal for someone to be looking for someone trying on clothes in a clothing store. Maybe another customer had come in after I went into the fitting room. But the voice came closer and closer, and he started knocking on each door. When he knocked on my door, I reached out and grabbed the handle, saying, "Sorry, I'm not here." Soon after, the man left.

Just as I finished trying on an outfit and took it off, the door opened. "Huiyi, you're over here, right?" A man rudely walked in and locked the door. I quickly pulled my clothes over my shoulder to cover myself. "Excuse me, you've got the wrong person. He's not in this room." "Ah, I'm so sorry, I made a mistake," the man apologized hastily, but his eyes kept roaming over me, making me very uncomfortable. "Could you please leave? I need to get dressed, or I'll scream." "Oh, okay, I'm sorry, I'll leave right away," the man said, but he didn't move.

"Get out, get out now!" I raised my voice, hoping to scare the man away, but he pulled a small knife from his pocket and held it to my neck, a wicked smile on his face. "Little girl, cooperate obediently, and you won't get hurt." Good heavens, this guy wasn't here to find someone; he was a bad guy.

I was momentarily flustered, my mind a jumbled mess, unable to utter a sound. The cold blade against my neck was terrifying. I stammered, "You...you want...what do you want to do...no...don't...do anything..." The man flashed what he thought was a handsome smile, but at the time, he looked like a lecherous wolf. He said softly, "Little girl, think about it. You're so pretty, of course I won't do anything to you. I'm just going to rape you. Just cooperate, and I'll let you go when I'm done." With that, he snatched my clothes and scrutinized my body.

I instinctively tried to cover myself, but he stopped me. "Don't move. Letting me look won't hurt you." The blade against my neck moved closer. I was wearing a plain, pale yellow bra and matching panties, which showed off my 34B-23-32 figure. The black cotton thigh-high stockings made me look even more sexy.

The man wasn't just staring at my nearly naked body; his other hand was constantly groping my skin. "Tsk tsk tsk, you really are a little slut. I noticed when you were wiggling your ass, and you got wet after just two touches," he said, pulling his fingers out of my panties and holding them in front of my eyes, his fingers glistening. Although I didn't want to admit it, I was indeed very sensitive; my erogenous zones would involuntarily become wet when touched.

"Damn, so sexy, I'm freezing!" The man noticed my scarf and ordered me to open my mouth, wrapping the scarf around it to silence me. Then he tied my hands behind my back, flipped me over, and pressed me against the wall, exposing my white buttocks.

"Open your legs a little wider, want to suffer?" the man shouted. Fearing his lewdness, I stupidly opened my legs, letting him pull down my panties. The cold temperature made my moist labia sway slightly. I shook my head, my shoulder-length hair falling loose, which further aroused the man's bestiality. He hurriedly pulled down the zipper and pulled out his dark penis, which swayed straight against my buttocks. I was anxious and scared, but the space was too small, and I couldn't escape his grasp. The fitting room was at the deepest part of the upper floor, and without making a lot of noise, the shop assistants wouldn't notice anything unusual.

Suddenly, I felt a thick, hot, rod-like object piercing my vulva. Overwhelmed by humiliation, I shed tears of despair. The man, after reaching the very end, didn't pull out immediately, using his penis to feel the warmth within me. "Oh, so good, you're so tight," I slowly inhaled, and began to thrust violently. With each thrust, my body swayed involuntarily, and the man took the opportunity to pull down my bra cups, roughly kneading my nipples. My saliva soaked my scarf, but I couldn't utter a sound, letting the man run rampant over my body.

I was unwilling to admit it, but with his thrusts, I began to feel an orgasm, though my mind still resisted. "I'm being raped, I'm being raped," I kept repeating the same phrase. The man's speed increased, his breathing became heavy, and I knew he was about to ejaculate.

I turned my head, looking at him with pitiful eyes, and made "woo...woo...woo..." sounds, hoping he wouldn't ejaculate inside me. But how could he understand? With a low growl, a surge of heat rushed into my core, and I reached my climax. I collapsed to my knees, powerless. The man untied his scarf and casually took my bra and panties. He waved my underwear in front of me, "Little slut, keep this as a souvenir. If you dare call the police, I'll make you regret it." "That was great, I fucked a beauty," he lewdly chuckled as he left the fitting room. After resting briefly, I hurriedly put on my clothes and went home, washing myself thoroughly. I thought to myself, I will never go to that store again.

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