【Storm Heroine: The Return of the Car Thief King】(18-19) 【Author: Little Shrimp】

Original Author: dangerousguy
Translator: Xiaoxiami
Word Count: 20915
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Her slender figure. She had to admit the man was tall and handsome; his dark brown
hair was cut short, his long, arched eyebrows framed a straight nose, and his thin lips gave him a distinctly masculine
chin. But his heart was as cruel as an iceberg. Storm tried to suppress her urge to attack, maintaining
a cold expression.
This man was named David Boris, nicknamed Car Thief. Over a year ago, she had fallen into his hands and been
raped and tortured by him for an entire night. Just recalling the scene made her blood run cold. Storm
had only managed to escape by luck. Car Thief had been seriously injured, hospitalized, and imprisoned, while his good
friend and assistant, Hawkeye, was accidentally killed by Storm during the fight. However, she didn't believe Car Thief would be lenient enough
to consider Hawkeye's death an accident. She tried not to imagine what methods Car Thief would use against her.
"I thought you were still in jail," Storm said, trying to sound calm.
"I escaped," the car thief frowned, looking at the heroine with some surprise. "You didn't know?" He
sighed and wagged his middle finger at her. "You young people these days, you don't read books or newspapers, you don't
care about current events at all."
Storm Girl glanced at the restraints and then quietly pulled them harder.
"By the way, please take a moment to study my restraints. I designed them myself."
Storm Girl glanced at him and then carefully examined the restraints as he instructed. She was still wearing her green
and gold uniform and blindfold. Her long legs were forcibly spread apart, her curvaceous body stretched into a taut
X-shape. Wide, thick leather rope loops tightly fastened her wrists and ankles, these loops
connected to a large metal ring more than 2 meters in diameter via adjustable steel cables.
Storm's body was suspended vertically in the center of this large ring. On either side of the metal ring were two massive
metal pillars, connected to the ring by sturdy axles. Storm understood that this ring might
spin her along with it; she didn't want to waste too much time guessing the purpose of the rotation, knowing she would soon
experience it firsthand.
The massive binding device was placed on a large black rubber carpet. Storm looked around; it
resembled an abandoned factory, much like where the car thief had kidnapped her over a year ago. A strong, sweet
scent suggested it might have once been a candy factory.
Storm continued to observe her surroundings, trying to find anything that could turn the tide. Seeing
a long workbench on her right, the young heroine shuddered. On it lay whips, chains, a dildo,
syringes, binding tools, and a whole host of sinister items that made her stomach churn.
Following her gaze, the Car Thief King said, "These toys are all for you, little Storm. Excited,
aren't you? Like a Christmas present party!"
"You'll never get a chance to use them, you despicable reptile!" Storm Girl cursed, looking up to summon
Storm to her aid.
A few seconds passed, and Storm Girl looked around in surprise, finding nothing amiss. The Car Thief King
watched with interest as the heroine attempted to use her powers.
"Oh, I forgot to tell you..." The Car Thief King slapped his forehead. "You'd never guess
who my cellmate is, an old friend of yours. Come on, guess!" Storm didn't say a word,
just gave him a disdainful glare. "You can't guess, can you? I'll tell you, Professor Bian! He told me
the formula for a chemical he invented, Zhongchao. That idiot was a little stubborn, but
after drinking the toilet water in the cell a few times, I convinced him. Obviously, this stuff called Zhongchao can suppress superpowers... You
should have already figured it out, right?"
Storm stared at the Car Thief King in shock. That perverted professor had captured her six months ago,
and then injected his superpower suppressant "Zhongchao" into her body. Only electric shocks or
the drug's effects slowly wore off could restore her powers. Before that, she was just a helpless, ordinary woman.
"Boris, what do you want?" Storm asked, her voice tense and filled with frustration.
She knew she could only rely on her own wits now; she had to see what bargaining chips she had left against her enemy.
"Hahaha," the car thief laughed, "Don't flaunt that you know my real name. I
can find out your name anytime, anywhere if I want. As for what I want?" His smile vanished. "Simple
, revenge. You sent me to the hospital, then to prison, killed my brother, and stole my favorite
clothes!" He walked to the workbench, where Storm's stolen leather cape lay. The car thief picked it up.
"Now it's time to settle the debt." He grinned maliciously as he put the dark brown cape on
.
But as soon as his hands emerged from the sleeves, the car thief's smile froze; the sleeves were a full ten inches shorter than his wrists.
A few centimeters away, the Car Thief King glared at Storm Girl. "You fucking shortened the sleeves." Storm Girl shrugged,
trying hard not to laugh out loud. "Fine!" The Car Thief King angrily took off his cape and threw it aside. "Our debt list
has been expanded again, little Storm. Remember our last date? Compared to tonight, that was just a
leisurely stroll. And there's no spring tide this time... This isn't for you to enjoy sex."
Storm Girl gritted her teeth, struggling to resist the urge to scream, cry, and beg. She had the pride of a heroine
, and she knew that begging in front of this man would be useless.
"Show me what you've got." She outwardly scoffed at the Car Thief King's threat, but inwardly she
wasn't as brave as she appeared.
The Car Thief King's face returned to its playful expression, and he laughed loudly, "Little Storm, don't worry, you
'll see my skills soon enough. You know, I really miss your righteous and awe-inspiring heroine look. Give me
one, just as a reminiscing about the old days."
Storm Girl rolled her eyes dramatically. "Let me go right now, you can't escape. Evil can never
defeat justice. Stop babbling and whining," she said dryly, "That's it, are you satisfied?"
The Car Thief King frowned. "When did you become so cynical?"
"It's because of bastards like you,"
the Car Thief King laughed. "That's the biggest compliment you can give me. Alright, enough chatting, it's time for the show to begin
." He nodded behind Storm Girl.
Storm Girl's body trembled; she knew very well what awaited her. "My superpowers have been stripped,
I'm bound and unable to move, and I've fallen into the hands of an enemy who hates me to the core. This pervert raped
me all night when he captured me last time." Storm thought desperately, things couldn't get any worse.
She heard scattered footsteps behind her and turned to see a dozen men of various races approaching
. They bypassed the restraints binding her and stood behind the car thief, silently admiring
her beautiful body, their eyes filled with undisguised lust and hatred. "
Okay," Storm thought, "it's getting worse."
"Little Storm, let me introduce you. These brothers are my car theft gang. I won't
introduce them by name, but tonight you'll get to know them 'deeply' one by one."
So, it's gang rape. At least now she knows their plan, Storm thought to herself. But this understanding didn't bring her any comfort. Her heart began to race, and 　　goosebumps
rose on her fair skin . 　　“These kids are eager to thank you for your kindness to Hawkeye,” said the Car Thief King. A wave of angry 　　whispers rose from the crowd. The Storm Girl calmed herself, knowing she wouldn't get a shred of pity from these men. “First,” the Car Thief 　　King continued, opening his arms, “let’s warm up a bit, kids, bring over some chairs.” 　　Storm Girl watched with a mixture of confusion and anxiety as the car thieves moved stacks of folding chairs from the workbench 　　to the binding rack, sitting down one by one and looking at her expectantly. She couldn't help but wonder 　　what other tortures they planned to inflict before the gang rape. 　　Just then, a commotion to her left caught her attention. A person pushed open the door to the side office and walked towards her 　　. The thieves applauded and cheered, some even whistling excitedly. It was a slender woman. 　　As she drew closer, Storm Girl recognized her as the woman who had feigned an approach and injected her with a sedative 　　. 　　She had long, glossy black hair that reached past her shoulders, and her pretty face was filled with wickedness. Her narrow, almond-shaped eyes leered as she stared at the immobilized 　　female warrior. 　　Her clothes seemed to be a powerful advertisement for her as a female sultry woman. A black strapless leather bodysuit tightly 　　hugged her slender waist, lifting her full breasts high, while a matching high-waisted thong barely covered her private parts 　　. Her hands, gloved to the elbows, were crossed at her sides, and her legs were clad in shiny black high-heeled over-the-knee boots. She swayed her pert hips 　　as she walked. 　　"This is Laura. You've already met," the Car Thief King said with a wicked grin. The woman stood 　　between the female warrior and the restless thugs, her legs slightly apart. 　　"This is my misfortune," Storm Warrior murmured. 　　The woman scrutinized the bound, alluring body of the Storm Warrior with her dark eyes. Despite Storm Warrior's sexual orientation 　　being male, she couldn't deny the striking yet wickedly beautiful woman before her. However, 　　bound and unable to move, the Warrior's anxiety about her next move far outweighed her curiosity about her appearance. 　　The Car Thief King sat down in a chair. "Master, please begin your performance..." A henchman switched on 　　the stereo next to the workbench, and hip-hop rock music—Kazzer's Pe Dalt to the Metal—filled the entire factory 　　. 　　"God, I love car-themed music..." the Car Thief King said with a wicked grin. 　　Storm Girl watched nervously as Laura swayed her hips towards her to the beat. She slowly approached Storm Girl 　　, placing her hands on her shoulders and swaying her hips to the rhythm as she slowly squatted down. Her hands 　　gently traced Storm Girl's curvaceous body downwards, past her pert breasts, slightly trembling abdomen, buttocks, bare 　　thighs, and finally to her booted feet. The thugs cheered excitedly. 　　"Boss, we should really recruit more strippers like her!" one thug shouted. 　　"Hey, if I could find a few more with half her intelligence, you ugly bastards would have been kicked 　　out of the street long ago." The thugs laughed, refocusing their attention on the performance. 　　The song entered its chorus, the drums pounding and the guitar humming. Laura, squatting in front of Storm Girl, grinned wickedly and grasped 　　the lower edge of a large metal hoop. She gracefully stepped back, lifting the hoop upwards. 　　"Ah!" Storm Girl cried out and fell backward. The large metal ring spun along the axles on either side, and soon 　　she found herself upside down, before spinning forward back to her starting position. 　　"Oh!" Storm Girl fell backward again, this time the ring only spun 90 degrees before stopping in her lying 　　position. Laura grabbed the bottom edge of the ring and pulled it down slightly, nimbly climbing inside. She took a few steps forward until the two of them...

Their bodies pressed together, the female warrior lying flat on her back with her forked thighs in close contact. Laura grabbed the female warrior's legs and shook them up and down
, letting the female warrior's thighs rub against her own body, then turned around and repeated the action,
rubbing the female warrior's genitals and thighs against her own buttocks.
The thugs cheered, "Oh...oh...!!" "Well done!! Fuck that slut!!"
"God..." Storm Warrior moaned softly.
Laura stepped out of the large ring, reached out and pulled it, making it spin rapidly, dancing beside the spinning
bondage frame, then suddenly stretched out her right foot and stomped on the spinning ring to stop it.
"Ugh!" Storm Warrior's body continued to rush forward with inertia, then was pulled back to the original position by the bindings on her limbs.
Only then did she realize that she was back in a normal standing position. The female warrior shook her head, feeling dizzy.
Laura moved behind the female warrior, pressing her body tightly against her back. The female warrior felt the former
stripper behind her pressing her firm breasts against her. Then Laura's hands slipped under Storm's ribs and reached up to grasp
her firm breasts. Storm turned her face away, unable to look at the increasingly excited expressions of the thugs.
"We want to see her breasts!! We want to see her breasts!!" the thugs
chanted rhythmically to the music.
Laura continued to fondle Storm's breasts through her bodysuit, teasing the thugs. Then, she
grabbed the collar of the bodysuit and ripped it open with a tear.
"Ah!!" Storm screamed as her bodysuit was ripped open, the tear separating
the iconic "D" mark on her chest, continuing down to her lower abdomen. Laura tore open the ripped Lycra fabric,
revealing Storm's white body and her firm breasts, only covered by a black sports bra. The thugs
roared with excitement.
Storm Girl couldn't understand why this woman could tear her uniform so easily. She looked down at
the tattered garment hanging from her arm and noticed a small tear. She then saw
similar tears elsewhere on the garment, realizing they must have
made small cuts in key areas of her bodysuit while she was unconscious, allowing them to tear it so effortlessly. Storm Girl looked up at
the thugs before her, knowing her sexy body was about to be exposed to them, bit by bit.
"Ahhh!!" Storm Girl screamed, finding herself spinning forward again.
After a few rotations, Laura stopped her again, and Storm Girl found herself hanging upside down on the bondage rack, her brown hair almost touching
the top of the metal rings.
Storm Girl watched as Laura's boots approached, feeling the stripper's body press against her again. The next
moment, she felt the dark-haired beauty's lips slide down her inner thigh, from her knee towards her genitals,
kissing her. Laura, her gloved hands gripping Storm's buttocks, kneaded her flesh. Then Storm
heard the sound of fabric tearing, followed by a chill on her buttocks. Laura ripped open the crotch of the bodysuit, revealing
her sexy black panties.
Laura used her boots to kick the binding rings, causing Storm's body to spin backward again. Laura took
a step back, still holding a torn piece of the bodysuit.
"Aaaaah!!!" Storm screamed as she felt her bodysuit completely
ripped apart with the spin, leaving her only in her underwear, boots, gloves, and blindfold. Laura walked to the front of the binding rack,
holding the tattered bodysuit overhead and swinging it around, throwing it at the hungry crowd. A tall, muscular black man
caught the uniform in mid-air, proudly raising his fist and shouting, as if he had won a crucial ball on a basketball court.
As Storm returned to an upright position, Laura stopped the large rings again, just as the previous music
ended. Storm Girl struggled to keep her nearly naked body from trembling under the enemy's cheers.
Her breathing was rapid, her heart pounded, and tiny beads of sweat covered her pale skin. Then the music
started again, this time an underground version of Garrynumman's "Cars" published by Fear Factory.
Laura danced behind Storm Girl again, her body pressed against her back, reaching out to fondle her
breasts in time with the music. Storm Girl could only close her eyes and endure this humiliation. Laura's hand moved down, tracing across Storm Girl's bare,
flat stomach, slipping inside her black panties from above, and began to rub her genitals in rhythm with the music. Storm Girl's face paled
.
"Unnnhhh..." Storm Girl moaned softly, her eyes tightly shut, as if closing her eyes could
simultaneously shut out the strange sensation emanating from her groin...
"Ah!!!"
"Bitch, scream it out!!"
"God, look at her face, she's getting horny..."
The thugs' crude comments echoed in Storm Girl's ears. She glared at them angrily, but she
knew in her heart that soon she would be stripped naked, exposed in the most humiliating way to these terrifying thugs
, and then these savage men would pounce on her like a pack of hungry wolves. Storm Girl held back her tears,
trying to rouse herself with anger, knowing that this was the only resistance she could muster now.
Laura's hand left Storm Girl's breasts and returned to her back. Storm Girl felt her unhooking the back of her bra,
gritting her teeth and waiting for the next step of exposure. Laura suddenly spun the large ring again, and Storm Girl found herself upside
down again, her back to the car thief and his henchmen. The stripper bent down and effortlessly tore open Stormgirl
's bra, the straps clearly pre-cut. Stormgirl's breasts were full and firm,
drooping slightly towards her shoulders due to her inverted position. The thugs cheered again.
Laura showed no sign of stopping; her hands kneaded Stormgirl's crotch through her black panties,
forcing Stormgirl to close her eyes and resist the intimate contact. Laura ripped open Stormgirl's panties
, igniting another wave of whistles and screams. Now, Stormgirl hung naked
before the thugs, her back to them, only her bare back and buttocks visible. But Stormgirl knew that soon she
would be turned over, her entire front exposed to them.
"God, what a perky little ass..." a man's voice said.
"Can't wait to fuck this little ass!!" another man replied, eliciting lewd laughter from the crowd.
Laura took a step forward, and the thugs saw her head appear between the Storm Girl's long legs, her mouth
only inches from her naked genitals. She smiled lasciviously, raising her eyebrows as if asking the audience: "Want
some?!" The thugs cheered encouragingly.
"Lick her, lick this slut's cunt!!"
"Lick it for us!!"
Laura lowered her head, enveloping Storm Girl's genitals with her thick red lips, her tongue tracing the labia from bottom to top, finally
gently patting the clitoris, while her hands caressed the sensitive skin of Storm Girl's inner thighs. Storm Girl's
predicament didn't allow her to experience sexual pleasure, but she had to admit that Laura's flirting skills were expert-
level. At this moment, although she couldn't see the thugs, she could hear their ecstatic shouts at the sight of a lewd same-sex performance
. The intermittent spinning and the blood rushing to her head due to gravity made Storm Girl dizzy;
her will to resist weakened, and she began to moan softly.
"Ohhh, good..."
Laura's hands reached down and grabbed Storm's buttocks, kneading them hard, while her mouth pressed tightly against Storm's private parts,
her nimble tongue penetrating deep into Storm's unguarded vagina.
"Ahhhhhh!!" As the humiliation deepened, Storm couldn't help but cry out.
Laura abruptly stopped her oral sex, dancing around the upside-down Storm and standing before the audience. She
gently pushed the upper edge of the large ring with her middle finger. Storm's body slowly turned upwards, head up, legs
down, her full breasts gradually appearing in the thugs' view, eliciting a frenzied cheer. Then, when she was
fully upright, revealing the dark brown pubic hair between her bare thighs, the thugs' cheers became even more intense.
Laura walked over; she had further plans for humiliation, to completely shatter all of Storm's pretenses. She reached out
and grabbed the Stormgirl's blindfold, the only protection concealing the upper half of her face and her secret identity.
Feeling Laura touch the blindfold, Stormgirl panicked, trying to turn her head away but Laura held her firmly
.
"No...no!!" Amidst the Stormgirl's scream, Laura slowly lifted the blindfold.
Laura's movement completely exposed the Stormgirl's beautiful face to everyone, revealing her
large, watery eyes beneath her arched eyebrows. The distressed Stormgirl turned her head, futilely trying to hide her face behind her arms. Laura grabbed
the Stormgirl's hair, forcing her to turn back to face the thugs.
"Wow, what a beauty! That face is gorgeous!"
"Does anyone know who she is?"
"I know, she's probably a prostitute looking for work on the street."
The man's rude insults reignited Storm's fury. She glared at her enemies,
secretly vowing to endure this ordeal and then exact revenge for the insults they had inflicted upon her. But at this
moment, she had no idea how to fulfill that vow.
The music ended, and the thugs stood up to cheer and salute Laura. Laura proudly bowed to thank the audience.
The car thief stepped forward, took the stripper's hand, and gently kissed her cheek. Then, he put an arm around Laura's shoulder and looked
at Storm.
"Having fun, isn't it?" He grinned wickedly at Storm's naked, shapely body. "The game has only just begun!
Little Red, go get that bucket."
A young white man with red hair, freckles, and Irish ancestry stood up and
took a small, empty metal bucket from the workbench. The others threw the pieces of paper they were holding into the bucket.
"Little Storm, I have good news and bad news," the Car Thief King said with a wicked grin. "The good news is,
I'm not going to fuck you. I had enough of you last time. I'd rather be with
a real woman with more passion than fuck a frigid little slut like you." He leered at Laura, who returned the smile.
"The bad news is, you'll still get fucked hard, many times! Let's see who's first. Everyone, are you ready
?"
The entire factory fell silent. Everyone held their breath as the Car Thief King reached into a bucket and pulled out a
piece of paper. Storm Girl's bare chest heaved with rapid breathing, waiting for the Car Thief King to announce which
thief had the right to violate her defenseless young body first.
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Maniforta's bald head lifted from the ledger, his fat chin trembling as he looked up. He
had just heard a loud crash from behind his pawnshop. His pawn shop was located
on the ground floor of an apartment building built six years ago next to Telegraph Road. The pawn shop was a cover for his real profession:
one of Highland City's most successful underground heist dealers, renowned in the underworld for his reputation for only accepting top-tier luxury goods. He had connections with the biggest
gangs on the East Coast, distributing most of the stolen goods globally through their channels.
"Who's there?" the short, stout man shouted, standing up and pointing towards the back of the building, reaching into a drawer for
a fully loaded .45 caliber automatic pistol. In his career, a single misstep could come at a high
price. "Whoever you are, I have a gun. If you don't come out, I'll shoot," he yelled, his voice
filled with undisguised threat.
"Manny, relax," a young man's voice replied. "It's me."
Manny recognized the voice and breathed a sigh of relief. "God, kid, you almost got yourself killed."
He put the gun back in the drawer and turned on the light, illuminating the hallway leading to the back door.
The young thief was standing at the end of the corridor. For the past month or so, he had been regularly
selling high-quality luxury goods to him. The thief was dressed in black as usual, but without a balaclava. Seeing the water stains
and dirt on his clothes, Manny frowned and walked towards him, only to be instantly overwhelmed by a pungent stench after a few steps.
"God—God—God—God!!" He took two steps back, covering his nose with his hand, "You smell like you just
crawled out of a damn sewer."
Billy raised an eyebrow and replied, "You were absolutely right."
"God! What happened? Were you being chased so badly that you had no other way out?" "
More or less…" Billy admitted, then patted his backpack, "But I still brought the stuff out."
“Alright, kid,” Manny said, carefully keeping his distance. “Listen to me, let me check this
package. Go to the end of the living room on the right, then down the stairs. There’s a shower there.
Wash yourself first, I’ll throw a towel down.”
“Manny, you’re such a kind old man,” Billy said, putting the bag on the floor and turning to
walk down the hallway.
“Don’t be so disrespectful,” Manny scolded, wrinkling his nose as he picked up the backpack, stretching his arm
to keep it as far away as possible, and walked back to his seat.
A moment later, Billy returned. He was only wearing an old towel around his waist, revealing his
muscular chest beneath dark chest hair, his short, wet hair disheveled. Manny sat at his
large desk, the stolen items laid out before him, calculating their value. Billy
wasn’t entirely trusting him yet, so he only showered quickly, wrapped himself in a towel, and rushed back
.
"You're pretty sexy," Manny
said dryly, looking up from his calculator and glancing at Billy's half-naked body.
"It's good that someone thinks so..." Billy said, leaning against the office doorframe. "My clothes
are still in the dryer, so let's not talk about such passionate topics. How much are these things worth?"
"They're worth quite a bit this time, about $5,000."
Billy nodded. Manny would take 40% as usual, so he'd get $3,000. That meant he only needed to earn another
$6,000 to cover his brother Danny's surgery. He considered robbing a bank again, but quickly dismissed
the idea. He could indeed break into the vault, but that would attract unnecessary attention
—like the Justice League. The safest option was to continue robbing private residences to avoid attracting more superheroes
. Just two or three more robberies would be enough, he thought, as long as he could avoid that damn bitch.
The thought of how Sandy Roberts had betrayed him filled him with rage. When he unexpectedly discovered Sandy's true
identity as Storm, the heroine of Highland City, he took her to Danny's hospital bed and told her that he was
the thief she had been chasing, trying to make her understand that he had ulterior motives for stealing. He even truthfully told her about his
superpower of walking through solid objects; at that moment, he trusted her so much.
But Sandy threw his trust back in his face, vowing to arrest him. If she succeeded
, Billy would go to jail, and his brother would spend the rest of his life in a vegetative state due to lack of medical care. He couldn't
believe that the woman he had secretly loved for so long could be so cold-hearted. Just now, Sandy almost caught
him, forcing Billy to desperately escape through the sewers.
"Speaking of which, who chased you all the way into that damn sewer?" Manny seemed to sense his
thoughts.
"The city's super bastard," Billy said angrily.
"Storm Girl!" Manny laughed, his fat face trembling wildly with his laughter. "You're unlucky. If you
had waited one more day, you would have been fine..."
Billy frowned and asked, "What do you mean?"
Manny looked up at him through the gap above his thick glasses. "Have you heard of the Car Thief King?"
"Didn't he own a repair shop before he went to jail?"
"The biggest repair shop in town, kid. He somehow escaped from jail. Rumor has it he swore to get
revenge on that bitch who chased you into the sewers. I heard he's going to take action tonight... to send that bitch
to her grave, if you know what I mean." Manny said, turning his attention back to the calculator. "She should have
been taken care of a long time ago. That bitch is a real nuisance..."
"Do you know where the Car Thief King is?" Billy asked.
Manny looked up at him, eyeing the half-naked young man standing in the doorway with suspicion. The young man seemed
relaxed and casual, but the old man's sixth sense detected a hint of tension in his words.
“Maybe I can find out,” Manny answered cautiously. “Why are you so interested?”
Billy’s eyes sharpened. “I want to be there and see this bitch get what she deserves.” He
said in a low, angry voice.
Manny studied his expression carefully, then nodded after a long while and reached for the phone.
Chapter Nineteen Surrender
“Let’s see who the winner is,” the Car Thief said with a wicked grin, stirring the slip of paper in the bucket.
Storm was right in front of him, her limbs spread apart and tied to the restraint frame. Storm was completely naked, except for her
golden knee-high boots and gloves. Her bodysuit and blindfold had been removed by Laura, the undressing process
turned into a thrilling live show under Laura’s control. Now the Car Thief would randomly select which thief had the right to
rape Storm first.
The Car Thief deliberately slowed down his movements, enjoying the increasingly difficult-to-hide anxiety on Storm’s face. The binding frame
consisted of a large metal ring over two meters in diameter and metal supports on either side. The supports and the ring were connected by axles, allowing the ring
to rotate around the heroine's body. The thugs' lustful eyes stared hungrily at the naked woman,
while the heroine saw no possibility of escape from her impending doom.
Finally, the car thief pulled a slip of paper from the bucket. He raised his thick eyebrows and laughed, shaking his head regretfully
at the tense Storm Heroine, saying, "Kids, the first one to go on a date with Little Storm tonight is...t...
Bone!!"
The tall black man who had just snatched the bodysuit thrown by Laura jumped up, waving his fist and letting out an excited
shout. The other thugs cried out in disappointment.
"Damn..." the man nicknamed Little Red complained, "Boss, let's redraw! This is so
unfair!"
"Yeah," another black man echoed, "If T-Bone went first, he'd fuck her to death right away. There wouldn't
be any sluts left for us to play with."
"Hey, hey, hey!!" T-Bone retorted, "Go home and fuck your mothers! A lottery is the fairest thing to do
, boss, don't you agree?"
The car thief shrugged and smiled apologetically at the other thugs, "Sorry kids, everyone has an equal chance
. I was hoping you guys could warm up first, and then T-Bone would go last... A bet's a bet..." he said helplessly.
He shrugged and sat back down in his chair. Laura walked over and sat on his lap.
"Cool!" T-Bone yelled, swallowing hard as he looked at Storm's curvaceous, naked body.
"White girl, you're about to be impaled by Bone until you're in heaven."
Storm glared at him, feigning composure, struggling to control the
intense urge to cry, scream, and beg for mercy. She kept telling herself, "You're a heroine, you have to be strong, you
can find a way out." It was as if if she stopped, she would lose all her conviction.
Storm sized up T-Bone as he approached. He was a giant over two meters tall, broad-shouldered and muscular, his muscles
bulging beneath his tight t-shirt, as imposing as a professional football linebacker. Storm's petite frame
trembled involuntarily. She wondered what this enormous monster would do to her. But she immediately understood;
she would find out soon enough.
The burly Black man walked to the bondage rack, turned the large ring to position Storm upside down, then
went to the workbench and grabbed a bottle of baby oil.
"Come on, T-Bone, just fuck her like that!" a spectator yelled at him.
"Idiot," T-Bone replied, "If I fuck her like that, there'll be nothing left for you guys to play with!"
His attention returned to Storm, and he opened the baby oil, pouring it between her exposed thighs. Storm felt
the cool, viscous liquid flow into her vagina; some of the liquid flowed backward down her thighs to her anus, while
others dripped forward onto her breasts. Next, he inserted his large fingers into her vagina, smearing lubricant into the most private part of her body
. Storm gasped sharply.
Having prepared, T-Bone pulled the large ring back, repositioning Storm's body at a 45-
degree angle. He strode into the ring, walking between Storm Girl's open legs. The other thugs sat
watching, occasionally shouting encouragement.
"T-Bone, fuck her hard!"
"Brother, make this bitch cry!"
Storm Girl tried to provoke her anger with these shameless comments, but found that fear was gradually taking over.
The burly man looked down at her and smiled, saying, "Do you know why everyone calls me T-Bone?" As he spoke, he unbuckled
his belt. "My mother calls me T-boy, that's where the 'T' comes from. As for the 'Bone,' see for yourself!" He
said, unzipping his pants and pulling his jeans and underwear down to his knees.
Storm Girl looked down and gasped. The word "huge" was insufficient
to describe his penis; it was a weapon at least 30 centimeters long and over 7 centimeters in diameter. It was simply inhumanly large
. No wonder the others didn't want him to be the first one.
"No…" Storm Girl whispered, shaking her head in fear, "Too big…it won't fit!"
T-Bone grinned, his white teeth gleaming against his dark face. "There's a way, white
girl." He said, gripping his enormous penis and thrusting it towards Storm Girl's genitals. Storm Girl yanked on
the chains binding her limbs, struggling to overcome her fear.
"Fuck her hard, T-Bone!" a voice, clearly Laura's, shouted. "I want to hear this bitch scream."
These words reignited the heroine's anger. Don't use your vulnerability and pain to satisfy their
lust, Storm Girl told herself. The next moment, Storm Girl felt T-Bone's hard, hot penis pressing against her
labia, realizing how difficult this target was for her. Storm Girl took a deep breath through clenched teeth
, feeling her delicate vagina being stretched to an unprecedented degree. She closed her eyes tightly, tilting her head back
, unwilling to witness T-Bone brutally violating her body with that terrifyingly large weapon.
The lubrication of baby oil helped T-Bone insert his penis into her private parts, but it did nothing to reduce
the pain she suffered. Storm Girl hadn't had sex for over six months; her vaginal walls were tight and delicate, completely unprepared
for penetration. As a result, the bound Storm Girl could painfully feel
every protrusion on T-Bone's large penis inside her.
"Oh... you little slut, you're so tight," T-Bone commented.
"Hrrgh!!!" Storm Girl screamed hoarsely, her lips tightly pressed together, helplessly as
the scalding hot penis penetrated her. Despite her best efforts to control herself, her bound limbs couldn't help but
tremble slightly.
T-Bone cupped Storm Girl's pert buttocks with his large, fleshy hands, trying to penetrate her deeper. He watched as the beautiful
heroine swayed her head from side to side under the torment of his weapon, her brown, disheveled hair flying in the air, her mouth
emitting low moans of pain. The big man let out a satisfied, deep laugh from his chest, then continued to forcefully thrust his massive penis
even deeper into her tender private parts.
When the tip of T-Bone's weapon reached her cervix, Storm Girl abruptly opened her eyes and let out a soft groan.
She looked at the black man's face, only to see him grinning maliciously. "Now it's time to officially start fucking you, white
girl. I'm going to fuck you until you scream. You'd better scream for Uncle T-Bone now, and Uncle T-Bone will finish quickly."
Storm Girl's body trembled. She wanted him to stop immediately, wanted his huge weapon to leave her
body right away, but she gritted her teeth and shouted angrily, "Go back to your hell!"
"White girl, you're wrong," T-Bone replied with an unchanged smile, "Hell, that's
where I'm sending you."
The black man lifted his hips, almost completely pulling out his huge penis, and then reinserted it. The heroine let out a soft moan of pain
, barely managing to suppress the urge to scream. This time, it was even harder to hold back than before. At this moment, T-Bone began to
thrust mercilessly, his hips slamming violently against the heroine's body again and again, his huge penis ravaging her vagina
, repeatedly hitting her cervix. Storm Girl's body trembled with each thrust, her breasts
bouncing back and forth on her chest, her delicate body helplessly swaying beneath her bonds.
"Uhh!! Uhh!! Uhh!!" Each devastating penetration caused Storm Girl to moan softly
.
The remaining thugs had left their seats, gathering around the bondage rack, watching with lust as T-Bone
raped the heroine with his abnormally large member. They forgot their earlier disappointment and began to fan
the flames.
"Well done!! T-Bone, fuck her hard!!"
"Brother, fuck her until she screams!!"
Tears streamed down Storm Girl's face, but she was determined not to satisfy her enemy with screams. Throughout
the rape, she moaned and sobbed, but stubbornly refused to scream, as if that was
the ultimate meaning of her existence.
T-Bone frowned at the white girl, who dared to refuse to prove to his companions what a
powerful and terrifying man he was. He released Storm Girl's hips and instead grabbed her breasts, easily
squeezing them with his large hands and kneading the tender, sensitive flesh.
"Unhh!! Unhh!! Oh God... Unfff!!" Storm Girl groaned, helplessly
allowing this bear-like man to wantonly abuse her breasts.
T-Bone laughed cruelly, "I...can...fuck you like this all night, little girl! You want...
to rebel against Uncle T-Bone, then this is your...funeral!"
The truth in the burly man's words and the next thrust slammed into the heroine simultaneously. His large penis
ravaged her vagina, and despite the lubrication of baby oil, the heroine felt as if her body
was being torn in two. If she screamed, he would ejaculate, and then this painful rape would end.
The heroine knew he wouldn't be the last, but he would definitely be the most unbearable one for her. Why
persist? Because of pride? She was easily captured, bound, stripped naked, and then raped, not by
some genius criminal or superhuman, but by a few ordinary car thieves. What did she have to be proud
of?
Storm Girl's head snapped back, tears welling up in her eyes. She opened her mouth and screamed in surrender.
"Oh God!! Stop!! Please!! Stop!! It hurts!! Ahhhhhhh!!!"
Then she trembled and cried loudly.
"Haha!!!" T-Bone laughed and cheered with the thugs around him for Storm Girl's shameful defeat,
"No slut can withstand Uncle Bone's big cock!!! Hahaha!!!" He released Storm Girl's
breasts and grabbed her pert buttocks again, fucking her even harder.
"Aaaiiiieeeeee!!" Storm Girl screamed. She didn't expect that after surrendering, T-Bone
would fuck her even harder than before.
"Bullshit!! Bullshit!! Bullshit!! I'm going to... fill your uterus with my semen, you slut!!"
"Ohyeah...ohyeah...ohyeat!!! hhhunnnnnnnnn
!!!" The big black man's face was ferocious, and then he finally ejaculated.
"Yaaaaahhhhh!!" Storm Girl felt the scalding semen
explode inside her unprotected uterus. Her hands clenched into fists, and she tried to bend back, but she couldn't escape being ravaged and
ejaculated inside.
"Uhhhh...uhhhhh...uhhhhh..." T-Bone gasped as he
ejaculated the last drop of semen into Storm Girl's vagina before slowly pulling his penis out of her.
"No...God...no..." Storm Girl cried in despair, feeling as if his warm semen
had filled her uterus.
Storm Girl felt T-Bone's penis slowly withdraw from her ravaged vagina. The thugs watching
cheered and applauded for him, and T-Bone turned around and laughed in response. Someone handed him a towel, which he used to wipe the mixture of semen, baby oil, and blood from his penis
before pulling up his jeans.
“You really are a good sex toy, Storm,” he said to the still trembling heroine.
“We’ll have to do it again in a bit, if the rest of the kids have had their fun and you still have something to fuck
…”
Storm groaned in pain; his words reminded her that the torture had only just begun. She opened her eyes
and saw the Car Thief pulling a new slip of paper from the bucket.
“The second prize is…” the Car Thief announced happily, “…Benito Rodriguez!” Although
a few thugs complained disappointedly that they hadn’t drawn their names, most of the crowd erupted in cheers again.
A tall, thin, dark-skinned Latino man stepped out of the crowd. Storm adjusted her focus, carefully
observing him. The man had black hair and a scar across his left eyebrow that ran down to his hairline. He stared blankly at
Storm’s curvaceous body with dead fish eyes. Storm had encountered
several thugs with this appearance near the main road before, each one a cold-blooded killer. She knew she couldn't gain any sympathy from him
, but she never expected any from anyone here.
"I heard you often wander the highlands," the man asked quietly, his breath
reeking of smoke and alcohol.
"So what?" Storm's voice was hoarse from her earlier scream.
"I bet you're a rich bitch yourself, protecting those fat cats there," Rodriguez
said coldly with a look of disdain. "My parents used to work there, groveling and barely making
any money. You know what I hate most? They could only walk through… the 'service entrance.'" Storm frowned
, trying to understand the implication.
Rodriguez pushed the large ring, sending Storm spinning backward. After a few spins, just as she
was headfirst on the ring again, he stepped on it. Storm watched as he walked to the workbench, retrieved the bottle
of lubricant, and poured it between her legs, focusing particularly on the tight folds of her anus.
"Unnnungghh!!" Storm felt Rodriguez's rough fingers penetrate her
anus, smearing the lubricant on the anal walls. Her heart raced; she finally understood
what he meant by "service personnel entrance"—he was going to fuck her backdoor. The other shouting thugs confirmed
her suspicions.
"Benny, are you going to fuck her asshole?"
"Brother, shove this slut's asshole through!"
Rodriguez pulled his fingers out of Storm's anus and pushed the large ring again until Storm stood up again.
Li Cai stopped the great ring from spinning. He coldly looked at the female warrior, a wicked, lewd smile slowly spreading across his lips. The female warrior
watched with increasing tension as he slowly approached from behind her. Before this, she had only experienced anal sex once,
with Hawkeye, the dead henchman of the Car Thief King. That time, she had been injected with "Spring Tide," a drug invented by a perverted professor, so
despite going against her will, she had gained immense pleasure from the rape and anal sex. Tonight, there was no aphrodisiac
to help her. The female warrior trembled, taking deep breaths, her full breasts heaving, helplessly awaiting
another miserable rape.
Storm Warrior tried to turn her head to see Rodriguez's movements behind her, but could only see his cruel
face. Hearing him unbuckle his belt and unzip his pants, the female warrior shuddered, feeling a bitter taste in her mouth. She felt
his hands grip her buttocks, his thumbs digging deep into her flesh to spread her hips apart. The next moment,
she felt the head of his penis pressing against the entrance to her anus. Helplessly, she could only close her eyes and passively await the impending
excruciating pain. His penis wasn't as large as her T-bone—very few people are that large—but
the pain of penetrating her narrow, tight anus was only greater.
Rodriguez thrust forward violently, and Storm Girl howled in agony as her penis entered her anus
. Rodriguez released her buttocks with one hand and grabbed the heroine's chestnut hair, roughly
pulling it back until she screamed in pain. He leaned close to her ear and said, "Slut, your ass is so
tight, I'm going to fuck you hard."
"You...bastard."
"You guessed it," Rodriguez replied with a laugh, "I am a bastard."
With that, he began to thrust, each time penetrating deeper into the heroine's helpless anus. Her
full breasts bounced up and down with each thrust, her thighs trembling with the pain of penetration.
Unlike before, Storm Girl no longer had any psychological barrier to screaming; her cries sounded
like music to the rapist's ears.
"Ungh!! Ungh!! Ungh!!" the heroine screamed hoarsely, "Oh God...
stop!! You're going to split me in two!!"
"That's what we're planning, you bitch! Ungh!! Ungh!! Ungh!!"
"Well done!! Benny, fuck her ass hard!!" one of the thugs shouted.
Rodriguez released Storm's buttocks and instead grasped her heaving
breasts, roughly kneading the trembling flesh, his fingers pinching her nipples until the heroine screamed and begged for mercy, "Aaaa
hhhh!! God!! Stop, please stop..."
But everything continued. Rodriguez enjoyed her pain, and when he felt himself approaching orgasm
, he slowed his thrusts to calm himself down. He loved the heroine's curvaceous, mature body
trembling helplessly under his ravaging, loved listening to the painful cries in her throat. He fucked her for a full half hour amidst her splattered tears and sweat
before finally ejaculating his scalding semen deep into the depths of the heroine's ravaged anus.
The heroine let out a desperate, exhausted groan, feeling his fiery seed enter her rear. Having had his fill, Rodrigo
triumphantly withdrew his penis from her anus and slapped her buttocks hard.
"That was good, you rich bitch," he roared, then walked away.
The Storm Heroine's head slumped limply against her chest, her entire body covered in sweat. Lubricant, semen, and her
own blood dripped onto her long legs. Her groin throbbed with pain, as if it were on fire. She gasped for air,
each breath causing her battered breasts to heave painfully. The heroine knew the torture had only just begun. It was a simple math
problem: two were finished, ten more to go.
Car Thief King turned his head and saw Weather Monster walking out of the office next door. During Rodriguez's rape of Wonder Woman
, he had been fiddling with his expensive electronic devices in the office.
"Andrew, no, Weather Monster…would you like to join the round?" Car Thief King asked politely with a smile.
"Want to put your name in the bucket for the raffle?"
The tall, thin meteorologist shook his head. "I like watching."
"There are weirdos everywhere," Car Thief King said to Laura, who was giggling beside him. "The next
challenger for the 'Fuck Wonder Woman' contest is…" He then held the bucket in front of Laura, who was sitting on his lap,
and had her draw the next name.
"Frankie O'Marie, Little Red." Laura smiled at the red-haired Irishman of descent, and Little
Red clapped his hands and whistled. His brothers patted him on the shoulder encouragingly. "Little Red, go and fuck
her hard."
"Give her some Irish love!"
"Slutty heroine," Little Red said as he walked up to the heroine, unzipping his pants, "you only have one hole
that hasn't been used yet, so get ready for your fiery red lips..."
"If you dare shove your filth into my mouth," Storm Woman said angrily, "I'll
bite it off in one bite."
Little Red froze for a moment, and the rest of the motorcycle gang thugs remained silent for a while before bursting into laughter. Little
Red turned to look at the car thief, bewildered, wanting him to tell her what to do. The car thief sighed,
gently pushed Laura off his lap, and stood up to walk to the workbench. He
shook his head at Storm Woman in disappointment, then looked down at the tools on the table one by one.
"Ah! This is it!" he said, picking up a thin metal rod that looked like a car antenna.
Storm Woman watched nervously as he walked to her side and behind her, knowing what he was going to do. Watching him raise
his arm and lash the antenna towards her bare buttocks, the female warrior closed her eyes, gritted her teeth, and braced herself for excruciating pain.
*Whoosh!
* "Gaaaahhhh!!" As the thin metal antenna struck her delicate buttocks,
leaving painful red welts, the female warrior couldn't help but cry out in pain. The lash felt like being stung by a hundred wasps simultaneously
, and tears instantly filled her eyes. Her body trembled, awaiting the next blow.
But the car thief didn't strike again. He threw the antenna back onto the workbench, stepped forward, grabbed the female warrior's reddish-brown
hair, and forcefully pulled her head back to face him. At this moment, the female warrior was still groaning from the previous lash...
She gasped in pain.
"Little Storm, listen carefully," the Car Thief King roared at her. "If you threaten my brother again
, only God can help you. I'll spend the whole night giving you a good beating with that thing, starting with your
ass," he said, slapping the heroine's aching buttocks hard, making her cry out in pain.
"Then your tits," he said, pinching and kneading her left breast, causing Storm to groan in agony, "and then
your little cunt," he said, pressing his hand against her still burning vulva, making her gasp
. "So you'd better watch your words and actions, and obediently give Little Red a good service with your mouth,
understand?"
Storm remained silent, her body trembling slightly under her restraints.
"Do you understand?!" The Car Thief King suddenly grabbed the heroine's hair and asked again.
"Ahhh!!!" Storm Girl cried out, "Yes...yes!!! I...I understand
..." Her voice was filled with despair. She had no choice but to submit; resistance would only bring more pain
and abuse. Now she was completely under the enemy's control, and all she could do was submit and endure.
The car thief walked to his seat, winking at Little Red as he passed him and patting him on the shoulder encouragingly.
"Relax, fuck him hard." He waved friendly to the cheering thugs.
Little Red pulled out his already erect penis from his underwear, then pulled down the binding ring and straddled it. The ring
was now positioned so that Storm Girl's face was directly facing his waist. Storm Girl looked at the disgusting penis,
and the thought of this villain's penis being inserted into her mouth made her want to vomit. But she had no choice. 'At least this guy's
size is normal,' she thought, estimating his length to be about 15 centimeters.
"Open your mouth, you bitch!" Little Red yelled at her.
Storm Girl, suppressing her sobs, slowly opened her red lips, and the penis eagerly entered her mouth. Little
Red grabbed her reddish-brown hair from behind, forcing her head towards his penis. Storm Girl
nearly suffocated from the deep penetration, and only gasped for air when Little Red pulled her head up.
"Idiot!" Little Red yelled, "Lick it! Don't you even know that? Someone get this dictionary and show this stupid bitch
what 'lick' means!" The other thugs laughed. "Baby, remember the boss's words, you
better lick properly, or your ass and tits will soon be shining like car taillights."
Storm Girl groaned, her mouth full of the penis, in submission. She took a deep breath and swallowed her pride—knowing
that tonight she would swallow many other things besides pride. She first lightly licked the hard shaft, making the rapist
groan with satisfaction, then circled the glans with her tongue, making him gasp.
"That's more like it," Xiao Hong said breathlessly, pressing the female warrior's head down again.
The Storm Warrior's tongue remained pressed tightly against the penis, bracing herself for gagging as it plunged deeper into her throat
, feeling slightly better than before. Xiao Hong pulled her head up again, and the female warrior, ignoring the pain in her scalp,
focused intently on sucking as the penis slowly withdrew from her lips. Little Red moaned excitedly, as if
praising the heroine's wholehearted service. "Oh my god," Storm Girl thought, "I'm doing this so he'll cum faster
..."
"Boss," one of the henchmen said to the car thief, "this bitch still has two holes free, let's take another one."
"Good idea," the car thief agreed, "I also think it's too easy on Little Storm Girl like this
."
"Hey," Little Red yelled, "I should get the prize all to myself!"
"Alright, Little Red," the car thief grinned wickedly, reaching for the bucket, "We're a family that shares good fortune...
David Chen, go!"
David Chen was the car thief's only Asian henchman. He was lean but muscular, with long, black hair
tied in a ponytail. Chen quickly climbed forward and crawled into the other end of the large ring parallel to the ground, standing
between Storm Girl's spread legs, pulling down his jeans, and thrusting his penis into Storm Girl's open vagina.
"Hhnnnngggghhh!!" The Storm Girl screamed
in agony as her already ravaged vagina was penetrated again. Chen's penis, though far smaller than T-bone, was still larger than Little Red's. Her delicate vagina hadn't
recovered from the ravages of T-bone, and now any penetration was pure torture.
"God!" Little Red glared angrily at Chen. "Couldn't you be a little more careful? She almost bit my
dick off!"
"It's all the same whether it's broken or not," Chen chuckled as he began thrusting. The other thugs laughed, making Little Red
's face turn the same color as her nickname.
Meanwhile, the Storm Girl's fragile flesh was relentlessly rubbed back and forth. She could only helplessly
groan in pain, her mouth filled with the penis. She remembered the car thief's threat and tried to use oral sex to make Little Red ejaculate, but
the extreme pain in her vagina made this task increasingly difficult.
Xiao Hong seemed completely unconcerned about the heroine's efforts. Both ashamed and enraged, he grabbed her hair and frantically
pulled her head up and down to meet his penis, plunging it deep into her throat. The Storm Heroine quickly realized
she couldn't breathe; oxygen deprivation blurred her consciousness, but she still held onto his
penis tightly, sucking. Her only hope now was to make Xiao Hong ejaculate as soon as possible.
"Oh yeah...oh yeah...oh!! oh!! unnnngggg
!!!" Xiao Hong groaned as he ejaculated into the Storm Heroine's throat.
The Storm Heroine closed her eyes, feeling the warm, sticky semen in her mouth and throat, struggling to
suppress the urge to vomit. Then, Xiao Hong pulled his penis out of her mouth, ejaculating the last few drops onto her beautiful face
, leaving her coughing and gasping.
Chen wasn't finished yet; each painful insertion made the heroine groan in agony. Desperate, she
tried to make him ejaculate as soon as possible, straining her vaginal muscles. Feeling her flesh tightly enveloping his
penis, Chen ejaculated within seconds.
"Unh...unh...unh...huuuunnnnhhhh!!!" As soon as Chen
ejaculated, he pulled out his penis, holding it in his right hand and shooting all of it onto the heroine's buttocks.
The heroine's face and buttocks were covered in thick, warm semen, her face flushed red with shame. The two thugs
stepped back from the ring, returning it to its upright position. Seeing the heroine's beautiful face covered in semen, the thugs
cheered again.
The car thief pulled another ring and shouted, "Daryl Hansen!"
A tall white man with long braids excitedly stepped forward, whistling,
and beckoned his two accomplices to join him as he walked towards the binding rack. One was nicknamed "Big Jackson," and the other "
Don Phillips," both tall and muscular Caucasians. The three approached
the heroine, who was suspended on the rack.
The thugs laughed and cheered; none of them seemed surprised. These three members of the car thief gang were known as the "Terrifying Trio,"
never separating, always working together. Everyone watched curiously as they prepared to toy with the heroine
.
First, they pushed Storm into a supine position. Jackson stepped into the large ring and stood
between her legs, while Phillips entered from behind her head and stood between her spread arms. The two men unbuckled
their belts and waited for Hansen to join them.
The tall Hansen took baby oil from the workbench and walked to Storm's side, pouring the remaining lubricant
onto her full breasts. He then smeared the sticky liquid on her cleavage and breasts. Storm's
ravaged breasts gasped several times from the cold liquid.
Amid cheers from the crowd, Hansen straddled Storm's slender waist, pulled out his long, thin penis, and placed it
between her breasts. He then grasped her firm breasts with both hands, squeezing them tightly around his penis, and
began to masturbate her.
Simultaneously, Jackson inserted his penis into Storm's vagina, causing her to cry out in pain. Then Jackson
, with a mocking expression, began to thrust wildly. Phillips grabbed a handful of the heroine's hair
, pulling her head back, then pried open her mouth with his other hand and inserted his penis. Thus
began Storm's second oral sex service of the night. The thugs watching cheered and laughed around the four men.
Under the all-encompassing assault of the three, Storm could only tremble and sway helplessly in her bonds.
Storm was lost in waves of pain and shame. Her genitals, already ravaged for the third time, felt like
they were being burned. Each insertion caused her to scream incoherently in pain, her mouth filled with the penis. The
penis pressing against her throat cut off her air supply, and the feeling of oxygen deprivation made it increasingly difficult for her to stay conscious. The
man fucking her breasts pinched her flesh hard, his fingers clamping down on her nipples. The beautiful young body
trembled and swayed with every movement of the three men, tears streaming down her face. The Storm Girl couldn't imagine any more
agonizing torture.
A few minutes later, all three ejaculated. First, Jackson pulled his penis from the Storm Girl's ravaged genitals
and sprayed his semen onto her lower abdomen. Next, Hansen's semen covered her breasts and
neck. Finally, Phillips pulled his penis from her mouth and ejaculated all over her face and hair
.
The trio pulled up their pants and climbed out of the binding rings, greeted by their companions with crude jokes and whistles.
The three smiled, high-fived each other, and returned to the crowd. Meanwhile, Storm Girl was still trembling,
coughing semen onto the ground. Her large brown eyes became dull and empty, her head resting limply on her sling.
"Good news, Little Storm!" shouted the female warrior from the Car Thief Dynasty. Storm Warrior slowly turned her head,
staring blankly at her enemies through her heavy eyelids. "More than half the number! Now only five left..."
Storm Warrior let out a desperate groan, feeling she couldn't take it anymore. Her limbs ached from being tied up
, her wrists and ankles were chafed raw from the prolonged and intense friction against the leather straps, her private parts and anus felt
like they had been sanded raw, and her breasts throbbed with pain from the previous abuse. Her fair and delicate
skin was covered with wounds, sweat, and semen.
More severe than the physical injuries was the emotional trauma. She had been raped twice before,
but under the influence of aphrodisiacs, she had even experienced sexual pleasure. Although the shame of reaching orgasm during the rape
tormented her, it was nothing compared to the shame of being gang-raped in front of a crowd.
She would give anything for a single injection of spring tide to endure the torment to come. She began to pray,
first for unconsciousness, then simply for a swift death.
The thought of death immediately made her realize that this was the Car Thief's ultimate goal—to
torture her to death at his hands. This deduction didn't surprise her; instead, it calmed her, for she
knew her torment would eventually end. She wondered if anyone would miss
her if she died, and was dismayed to find that even if they did, few would.
She only hoped to see Billy one last time; she desperately wanted to apologize to him in person. She
had once deeply hated his secret identity, "The Phantom," for he had desecrated her sacred and inviolable home. Now she
realized how terribly that word had been misused…especially compared to her current ordeal
and the torment to come. Storm Girl gave a bitter laugh. The man raping her
glanced at her in confusion before continuing to ravage her battered vagina. Storm Girl remained lost in her own
thoughts, only letting out a subconscious groan of pain.
Yes, she thought, she wanted to apologize for not believing Billy, for not listening to his explanations,
for her single-minded pursuit of him. In fact, there were so many truly wicked and unscrupulous criminals in the world
worthy of her focused pursuit—like the gang of thugs in the factory now. She missed Billy's smile,
his easygoing nature, his funny jokes, his tender kisses and caresses—those gentle
treatments were the complete opposite of the cruel torture she was now enduring. Storm Girl sobbed, finally realizing that she had long since
fallen deeply in love with that man. Her rapist smiled contentedly, assuming these tears were
the result of his manipulation.
'I'll never see him again,' Storm Girl thought, then immediately realized, 'He must still be here.'
"He hates me, he must hate me even more than these people do now… God, Billy, I'm so sorry."
Storm Girl burst into tears, her hoarse sobs echoing throughout the factory. The thugs cruelly cheered for her 　　cries
, believing she was crying because of their torment. Storm Girl seemed oblivious to their
vicious curses and mockery, completely immersed in the unbearable pain of remorse for her mistakes. 　　"Do you know Manny?" the bartender asked. 　　“I have a little business deal with him,” said the handsome guy on the other side of the bar. “He said you have information I want to know 　　.” 　　Late Saturday night, the small bar was quiet. The burly bodyguard sat listlessly 　　on a high stool by the entrance, a baseball bat leaning against the wall beside him. A dozen or so beer drinkers sat scattered around a few tables. In the corner, 　　an old-fashioned coin-operated jukebox creaked and played a melody even older than the jukebox itself—a song so old that 　　even radio stations that specialize in classic rock songs no longer played it. Only the curly-haired young 　　man and the female bartender were at the long bar, their voices so soft that no one else could hear them. 　　“What are you doing, cop?” the woman asked. 　　She looked the young man up and down with a mixture of suspicion and curiosity. He was handsome, with short curly hair, 　　thick, sword-like eyebrows, sharp eyes, a straight nose, and an attractive smile that lifted one corner of his mouth. 　　He also looked very strong. The bartender herself was quite attractive, with long, flowing blonde hair and 　　a V-neck tank top that tightly hugged her full, firm breasts. She noticed the young man's eyes furtively glancing down, admiring 　　her slender figure. 　　"Do I look like a cop?" Billy replied with a smile. "If I were, how would Manny dare 　　to deal with me?" 　　The blonde bartender laughed in return. "You're right, Manny's a sleazy sly, but a clever 　　one too. What kind of information do you want?" 　　"I need to find the car thief king." 　　The blonde raised an eyebrow slightly, quickly regaining her composure. She looked at Billy expressionlessly and asked, " 　　What do you want with him?" 　　"I heard he's going to take on our local heroine tonight," Billy snorted. "I want to 　　witness it firsthand." 　　"Wow," the sexy bartender replied, "sounds like you've also suffered at the hands of Stormy." 　　"You can't imagine how bad it was," Billy said through gritted teeth. "So, can you help me?" 　　"Maybe," the blonde shrugged. 　　Billy glanced around, reached into his pocket, pulled out a wad of bills, counted out five twenty-dollar bills, placed them 　　on the table, and pushed them towards the bartender. The blonde grabbed the bills and stuffed them into her back pocket. 　　"Well," she whispered, "my roommate Laura's with that guy. She told me he bought 　　an old factory building to open a repair shop. It's just south of the main road; it used to be Hershey's chocolate factory..."

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