Rape of a young woman

Yesterday, my supervisor talked to me, saying that the accountant from one of our out-of-town offices had resigned, and there wasn't a suitable
replacement at the moment. He asked if I could work there temporarily. Seeing how earnest he sounded, I reluctantly agreed. Actually, in a company like ours, junior employees are often at the mercy of others. Fortunately, my supervisor said that once a
replacement was found, I would be transferred back immediately, and he even promised a raise.

My husband is a workaholic; after hearing my explanation, he wasn't dissatisfied at all, but rather praised my
decision, encouraging me, "It's okay! Honey, I'll visit you often. Just focus on your work; maybe you'll even get a promotion when you come back!"

So the next day, I packed a few things, reluctantly leaving my husband, and
went to my new office 200 kilometers away.

This office is located in a beautiful coastal city, mainly handling our company's foreign trade business, specifically customs clearance
and tax matters. There are three people in the office, including me: an older director, Director Li, and a young man named Wu Qiang. Our office was on the top floor of a high-rise office building. Half of the space was
offices, and the other half consisted of two guest rooms similar to university dormitories. The men stayed in one room, and I stayed in the other.

Since I had been here a few times before, we were all fairly familiar with each other. After settling into my room, they hosted a welcome dinner for
me. During the dinner, Director Li introduced me to the specifics of the place and my main responsibilities, which were basically accounting and administrative work. We had a pleasant conversation, drank quite a bit, and then went to a karaoke bar until midnight before going back
to rest .
The next day, my work officially began, much as I had imagined. Every day, I would handle the
accounts with the company headquarters, submit a report to headquarters before leaving work, and the rest of the time was entirely my own. The two of them were either out contacting clients together or staying in the director's room discussing something. I was only temporarily
helping out and had no interest in participating in these activities. I was even less interested in their social engagements with clients and various departments. I preferred to spend my days surfing the internet, reading books, listening to music, and going shopping after work.

I thought this kind of life would end soon, and then I would be transferred back to headquarters. I
didn't care .

However, a chance discovery I made while browsing the internet one day changed my life forever.

I saw a post on a forum titled "Office Hidden Camera on Young Women." I usually
disdain , but that day, having nothing better to do, I wanted to see what these bored people were up to. So I clicked on the post and opened many pictures. It turned out they were all
photos taken secretly from a corner under the desk using a hidden camera. You could clearly see women's thighs, stockings, and in some angles, even their underwear.

I was feeling disgusted and disgusted when suddenly these pictures looked so familiar. After looking at them carefully,
I realized: these pictures were all of me! In the most obvious one, my black lace underwear was clearly visible—a gift from my husband!

I was furious. I stood there stunned for a long time before remembering to crawl under the desk to look for the hidden camera. Sure enough,
I found it in a corner! Seeing that neither of them was there, I searched their computers. I found many pictures on the director's computer, including pictures of me and another woman, apparently my ex-boyfriend.
Those two scoundrels, I will never let them get away with this!

I sat there furiously for a long time, gradually calming down, and told myself: I shouldn't make a big deal out of this.
This kind of thing is hard to talk about, and once it gets out, I won't be able to stay in my hometown, let alone go back to headquarters. But I can't just let it go like this, what should I do?

In the end, I decided to talk to them and ask them to remove what needs to be removed and
delete , and promise not to take pictures of me again. I'll just have to compromise. I immediately called them. They were in a meeting outside. I said coldly, "Come back right away, it's important!" They
said, "Okay, we'll be back in a bit," and hung up.

I sat in the director's office waiting for them. An hour later, they came back, smiling, and came to me
. I suddenly turned the computer screen towards them and said, "How do you explain this?"

They glanced at each other, looked at each other without any hurry, and then sat down on either side of me. I tried desperately
to push them away, but they were too strong. I was held down by them, unable to stand or push them off. I struggled violently, screaming and pleading hysterically, but they just grabbed one of my
arms and held me down tightly until I was exhausted and had no strength left to even shout.

The director said, "Xiaohui, why are you so angry? You're so young and beautiful, isn't
it a waste of your time to stay cooped up all day?" Wu Qiang chimed in, "Aren't you lonely and empty? Why don't we have some fun together?"
Their words struck a nerve with me, and my resistance noticeably weakened. They noticed
my change in mood and released my hands. The director gently pulled me close, and I leaned weakly against him. His hands began to move slowly over my body, and Wu Qiang placed his hand on my thigh, groping me lightly.

Actually, I had only been married a short time and was already living alone away from home; how could I not feel lonely? But
I really couldn't accept their current method. I murmured, "Then don't take pictures of people secretly, and put them online, how embarrassing!"

Wu Qiang quickly said, "That was all my idea. Who told you to be so beautiful, yet dressed so conservatively!"
The director also said, "We won't take pictures secretly anymore! We'll satisfy you openly!"

I felt ashamed and lowered my head. The director lifted my chin with his hand and said, "A beautiful woman in a shy pose, I
love it the most." He then brought his lips to mine. I tried to dodge, but he caught my lips. The moment our lips met, I felt as if I had been stripped naked and put on the internet for everyone to watch. A huge
sense of shame made me struggle...

Suddenly, I heard a strange sound. It turned out that Wu Qiang was playing porn on the computer. A group of men and women were
having sex in various positions. I glanced at it and felt a strange heat rising in my lower body. The director and Wu Qiang's bodies were no longer so stiff and scary, and their caresses began to have more effect. I kept
stealing glances at the explicit sex scenes on the screen; my defenses were on the verge of collapse.

The director and Wu Qiang didn't let up on their assault. They pressed themselves against me, each grabbing one of my breasts
and caressing it with increasing pressure; their other hands roamed over my back, waist, and hips, making me feel both itchy and pleasurable. I wrapped my arms around their necks, moaning softly and closing my eyes. I knew in my heart that I was embarking on a path of
debauchery was no return.

The director kissed my lips again, his tongue probing deeply into my mouth while he caressed me.
He was touching my hair; Wu Qiang, on the other side, had already begun unbuttoning my shirt at the chest. One, or perhaps two, hands quickly slipped inside my clothes, fondling my breasts through my bra. My body
writhed , not to escape, but to welcome their invasion.

They seemed to always understand my psychology, teasing me even more vigorously. The director's hand
slipped under my skirt, caressing my inner thigh. I felt every nerve in my body tense, involuntarily writhing my lower body, wanting his hand to reach my genitals as quickly as possible, but he deliberately avoided me. This hide-and
-seek teasing only intensified my desire.

Wu Qiang had already unbuttoned all the buttons on my shirt. Because my bra was a half-coverage style, and after
their caresses, most of my breasts were exposed to them. Wu Qiang looked greedily at my breasts and said,
"Not bad! Let me see if they're fake?" With that, he pushed my bra up, and my fair, firm breasts were immediately revealed before them.

The director cupped one of my breasts in his hand, praising it with admiration, saying, "What a gem! Let me suckle and see if there's
any milk." He then bent down and began to suckle, while his other hand traced my private parts through my underwear, occasionally pressing against my tender clitoris.

Wu Qiang wasn't idle either; he turned my face and kissed me. He seemed to be a seasoned kisser, not
rushing into a suffocatingly passionate kiss, but rather a lingering, sensual one. With multiple parts of my body being teased by them, how could I not be aroused?

The director released one of my breasts and said to me, "I knew you were a stunner long ago. Look, your nipples are all
black ; you must have been with quite a few men, haven't you?"

I lowered my head in shame, but Wu Qiang continued, "I bet she's wet down there too. You
can check if you don't believe me!" With that, he pulled me back, and I lay in his arms.

The director lifted my skirt, his fingers slipping inside the edge of my panties. As soon as they entered, he exclaimed, "
You were right! This slut is soaking wet!" I tried to stop him from digging deeper, but Wu Qiang quickly grabbed my arm.

The director easily lifted my skirt to my waist, slowly pulling my panties down. When one
leg was out, he didn't remove the panties completely, leaving them on my other leg. He then turned the panties over, showing Wu Qiang and me the already damp area. I could only keep my head down, feeling both
fear and shame, but above all, a growing, primal desire.

His hand stroked my pubic hair; the faint touch sent a powerful jolt through my tense nerves .
I heard the director say, "Look, the juices are coming out!" I felt as if a spring was slowly seeping out, gathering, and flowing downwards.

The director leaned very close, examining me closely, and then reached out to part my wet labia. A cool, pleasurable
sensation immediately spread from around my vaginal opening. Wu Qiang excitedly said, "Little slut! Your pussy is still contracting! You really need to be fucked!" Hearing him say that, I really felt my vaginal opening involuntarily twitching, opening like a thirsty little mouth, and closing with trickles of vaginal fluid.

Suddenly, a tingling sensation traveled from my lower body to my brain. The director had covered my vulva with his mouth, his tongue
sliding up and down along my opening. His tongue was rough and strong, scraping against my tender opening and small clitoris, making them both itchy and numb. He would sometimes swirl his tongue around my vaginal opening and then suddenly plunge it in, sometimes gently sucking on my
erect clitoris, making me unable to resist. Wu Qiang also released my arms, squeezing and playing with each of my breasts.

My hands instinctively gripped the director's head, wanting him closer, deeper into me. His tongue
skillfully swirled around my sensitive areas, and I moaned, "Faster...it's so itchy..." Wu Qiang asked, "What do you want us to do?" I didn't answer, and they continued to tease me.

The director licked and then forcefully inserted his tongue into my vagina. I cried out, my body tensing, and
I gripped his hair tightly.

Perhaps I hurt him, for he looked up angrily, removed my hands, and then rubbed his hand against my
vaginal opening before smoothly sliding his middle finger inside. My mind went blank; I had only one feeling: a finger thrusting and probing inside me, bringing both endless pleasure and

a sense of dissatisfaction, a desire for something bigger and stronger to fill me.
They lured me again, saying, "Quick, tell me, what do you want?" I could only stammer, "I want...
sex ..." They were dissatisfied and said, "Be more specific, you slut!"

Driven by desire, I actually said, "I want... you all to come and... have sex with me... fuck me.
Hurry up!"

They were very pleased to hear this. The director unzipped his pants and held his bulging underwear in front of my eyes, saying, "Take
it off!" I obediently pulled down his underwear, and his huge penis almost jumped out, bouncing against my cheek. I was startled, but they held me down so I couldn't back away.

The director's dark and thick penis swayed in front of me. I didn't dare to look directly at it. He grabbed my hair,
made me lift my head, and suddenly pressed his penis against my mouth, ordering me, "Lick it!" I obediently opened my mouth wide, first tentatively touching it, and then opened my lips as wide as possible to take his penis in.

His penis throbbed, and I carefully scraped it with my tongue, gently sucking on his glans.
The director closed his eyes, thoroughly enjoying himself, and stroked my hair. Wu Qiang continued to play with my breasts from behind. Whenever his fingers flicked my already hard nipples, I couldn't help but moan and arch my chest to
meet his touch.

Suddenly, the director grabbed my head forcefully, shaking it back and forth, and his penis began to move rapidly in and
out . This sudden attack caught me off guard; his glans often pressed against my throat, making me want to vomit, but I was helpless with his glans blocking my throat. It seemed he was using my mouth as a vagina to drain me dry.

Gradually, I recovered from the initial discomfort and began to feel some pleasure. His penis moved in and out powerfully, and I
used my tongue and lips to rub against him whenever I could. Wu Qiang hugged me tightly from behind, playing with my breasts with one hand and moving down to my genitals with the other, teasing for a moment before penetrating me. His fingers were facing backwards, only able to penetrate a
little bit . He pushed them in forcefully, pressing right against my clitoris, the tingling and numbness almost making me faint.

At that moment, the director let out an "Oh," and thrust a few times frantically, finally shoving his penis forcefully into my
mouth . I knew he was about to ejaculate; my mind wanted to escape, but my body wouldn't obey, obediently holding his penis, waiting for him to ejaculate.

In that instant, I thought of my husband, and said in my heart, "I'm sorry, husband!" Then I felt
a force conductively transmitted from the base of the director's penis upwards; the glans throbbed a few times, and then a surge of heat poured from the urethral opening, directly into my throat, and again and again, as if it would never stop, growing stronger and stronger.
It gushed out. I whimpered as I accepted it, swallowing all the scalding liquid and cleaning myself.

The director waited until I finished swallowing before reluctantly pulling out, rubbing his wet glans against my face, and
praising , "That's right!" Wu Qiang impatiently flipped me over, spread my legs, and pressed himself against me. He had already stripped naked; before I could even see clearly, his penis had already eagerly found
my opening and thrust in without resistance.

His penis was long and hard, reaching my deepest point with each thrust; when he pulled out, it almost left my body, causing the flesh at my opening to turn outwards, before plunging in deeply again, causing my juices to immediately spray. I had never experienced such ecstatic thrusting before, and I immediately groaned.

While thrusting, Wu Qiang commanded me, "You slut! Are you enjoying this? Moan loudly for us!"
Hearing this, the more I tried to control myself, the more my voice trembled and escaped from within me…

The tortuous, suppressed, yet melodious moans were what excited men the most. Wu Qiang thrust even harder and faster
, and finally, I reached orgasm with his powerful thrusts

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