The bride who was raped

At the wedding, the bride, unable to resist the repeated, malicious urging of the guests to drink, drank several cups of "Daughter's Red" wine. Two red clouds rose to her cheeks, and her breathing became rapid. She was helped into the bridal chamber by her maids, while the groom, surrounded by the guests, was still drinking heavily. At this moment, a commotion broke out outside the bridal chamber. Several drunken men, shouting and staggering, barged into the bridal chamber. It was the steward and two servants. Upon seeing the two maids in the room, the steward's face darkened, and he said, "Get out!" The two maids bowed and left the room... Inside the bridal chamber, red candles burned brightly, illuminating the room as if it were daytime. The bride, with a veil covering her head, sat on the edge of the bed, her head spinning. She knew the intruders had ill intentions, but due to the excessive drinking, she was powerless and could only submit to their manipulation. The three men surrounded the bride, sitting on the edge of the bed. Seeing her voluptuous figure, their lust was aroused. The butler took a deep breath and abruptly ripped off the bride's red veil. Instantly, a unique, intoxicating fragrance of virginity wafted out. The bride, blushing, had a face as beautiful as a peach blossom. Beneath her red dress, her body was full and curvaceous, her high breasts rising and falling, her breath sweet as orchids. The lecherous men were mesmerized, only regaining their senses after a long while, their lower bodies stirring with desire. The butler roughly grabbed the bride's full breasts, large and soft, his ten thick, dark fingers sinking deep inside. He couldn't help but exclaim, "Good breasts, so satisfying!" One of the servants opened his mouth wide and began nibbling at the bride's face, leaving her face covered in foul-smelling saliva. A bearded man blocked the bride's cherry-like mouth, his thick, large tongue swirling inside, exclaiming, "So fragrant!""Comprehensive domestic color banana boutique five nights Ting!" Another servant hugged the bride's white thighs and caressed them, sniffing the bride's vulva under her red dress, and kneading the bride's round buttocks with both hands. The bride was already panicked by this barbaric attack. In order to protect her virginity, she twisted her body, but she had drunk too much and had no strength. How could she twist against three burly men? The butler tore open the bride's collar and, with a "rip", tore off most of the outer garment, revealing the pink bodice underneath. Her breasts rose and fell under the bodice. The butler stared wide-eyed and couldn't wait to tear off the bodice. The full breasts bounced out, and the tempting milky fragrance and rich aroma wafted over. How could the butler resist? He took one nipple in his mouth and began to suck on it, one in each hand, rubbing the two virgin nipples violently, which was very lewd. The bride watched as the butler kneaded and flattened her breasts, which had never been touched or seen by a man before. Tears streamed down her face as the butler, his yellow teeth gleaming, bit down on her tender virgin nipple and yanked it outwards, tearing it two inches! Her spherical breasts were stretched into cone shapes, and the bride screamed in agony. Her pretty face flushed crimson, her breathing rapid, tears welling in her eyes. At that moment, the three men pulled out their penises and began to masturbate. Several erect penises, bulging and throbbing, were impatiently thrust into the bride's cherry-like mouth, nearly suffocating her. Tears streamed down her face as she retched repeatedly. The servant reveled in the feeling of his penis being enveloped by the warm mouth of a woman, soaking in the fragrant saliva secreted by the bride. His penis felt like it was bathing in a hot spring, almost making him die of pleasure. He used the virgin's mouth as a vulva and thrust vigorously. The bride's cheeks couldn't contain the thick penis, and she kept secreting saliva, making the servant so happy that he forgot who his father was. The butler tore open the bride's bodice, exposing the girl's sacred spring of genitals. Among the lush grass, there was a deep valley, with a stream flowing in the middle. The spring tide had already risen, and a large area of the dark, oily grass was wet, emitting a faint fragrance of virginity. He squatted down, aimed at the protruding virgin vulva, and forcefully thrust his penis in. The thick penis forcefully parted the two jade gates, the labia majora and minora tightly gripping the shaft. The virgin's vagina squeezed, causing the butler slight pain. Gritting his teeth, he suppressed his urge to ejaculate, thrusting his penis in and out. The penis rubbed against the girl's tender flesh, and with a slight effort, it plunged deep inside, hitting the hymen. The girl trembled with tension, fearing that the man who took her virginity would not be her husband. The butler gripped the bride's pink buttocks tightly, lowered his waist, and thrust in with all his might. The glans mercilessly pierced the hymen, reaching the very core. The bride screamed in pain, her vagina contracting, and blood slowly flowed from her vagina, mingling with her vaginal fluids, a red and white stain, running down her snow-white thighs and soaking a large patch of the sheets. Upon seeing this, the butler became even more excited. His penis thrust in and out, each time reaching the bride's cervix, bringing out a trickle of vaginal fluid, leaving a sticky white paste on the bride's vulva. He laughed with extreme pleasure and asked, "Feels good, doesn't it, my bride!" The bride gritted her teeth, closed her eyes, and remained silent, enduring the lecherous thief's abuse. Her tears dried up, and she felt pain and humiliation. After a short while, the butler was already completely aroused by the bride's warm and wet vulva. His glans was itchy, and his lower back was tingling. He could no longer hold back and used all his strength to thrust wildly ten or so times, ejaculating all his semen into the bride's uterus. His penis pressed against her clitoris, enjoying the pleasure after ejaculation, until his penis was completely soft before reluctantly pulling out. Afterwards, the butler instructed, "Go get a new bride's dress, find some fresh pig's blood in the kitchen, put it inside a pig's bladder, sew it up with needle and thread, clean the bed and table, and remember to stuff the pig's bladder into the bride's vagina..." The group quickly finished cleaning up. The butler defiantly brandished his penis in front of the bride, symbolizing that he had taken her virginity, and threatened, "If anyone dares to leak a word about what just happened, I'll fuck you to death, you understand?" With that, he led two of his men... The people hurriedly left... Half an hour later, the groom, drunk as a rag doll, was helped into the bridal chamber. He haphazardly ripped off the bride's red veil, crying out, "My beauty, I've missed you so much! Now... you're mine!" He tore off the bride's clothes, thrusting his half-erect penis into her vagina. After a few thrusts, he ejaculated profusely. Exhausted, he looked down and saw a pool of bright red blood on the bride's thigh. He smiled triumphantly and collapsed onto her, falling fast asleep. The bride was left heartbroken, secretly weeping. The next morning, the groom slept until late morning, while the bride hadn't slept a wink. The scene of being gang-raped by the men kept replaying in her mind. Her innocent body had been so humiliated by these lecherous men, and her tears had soaked her pillow. She got up, pushed open the door, and went outside. The sky was blue with white clouds, clear and bright, which eased her gloom slightly. She walked along the winding corridor until she reached a small garden, where she sat down to rest on a flagstone. She thought about how, if she hadn't been forced to drink strong liquor last night, she wouldn't have been defiled by that scoundrel. Now, she had made a grave mistake; who could she blame? She could only blame her own misfortune. As she pondered this, filled with remorse, a dry cough suddenly broke the silence from behind the artificial hill. The bride quickly asked, "Who is it?" An old male voice replied, "It's me." As he answered, he walked out from behind the artificial hill; it was none other than the bride's father-in-law. The father-in-law sat down next to the bride and asked, "How was last night?" The bride replied, "Father, what do you mean by that?" The father-in-law smiled insincerely and said, "Nothing much... A wedding night is a great joy... It's just that my son has been a womanizer these past few years, and his body has been worn down by love. Have I neglected you?" With that, he reached out to pull the bride. The bride hurriedly stood up and said, "Father, what's wrong with you today? You're saying such nonsensical things. I'm so ashamed." The father-in-law smiled broadly, his eyes gleaming with lewdness. He said, "Now that you and my son are married, and you've slept together, we're family. Can't I touch my son's things? Bah! Ridiculous! What a joke! Come on, daughter-in-law, let's get intimate..." He then reached out to pull the bride again. The bride jumped back abruptly, staring at her father-in-law's shameless face, her eyes seemingly spitting fire. She never expected her father-in-law to be such a shameless lecher, trying to take advantage of his daughter-in-law. Seeing the bride's angry expression, the father-in-law became even more interested. He leaned closer and said, "A beauty's angry face is the most beautiful! Haha..." He then pounced on the bride, who couldn't dodge in time and was tightly embraced by the lecherous old man. The bride was both angry and anxious, crying out, "Father, don't do this! If you do this again, I'll scream!" The father-in-law leered, "Screaming won't do any good; no one can hear you here." He groped her without restraint, his calloused hands grabbing her breasts through her clothes. The bride frantically tried to break free, but the father-in-law held her firmly, unable to move. She could only watch helplessly as he pulled open her clothes, revealing her bodice. Her breasts rose and fell with her breath under the thin fabric, slightly revealing a deep cleavage. The father-in-law ripped off the bodice, and her snow-white breasts bounced out. The bride was both ashamed and angry, turning her head away. The father-in-law kneaded the bride's breasts until they were red and swollen. He opened his foul mouth, his black and dirty teeth biting down hard on her left nipple, pulling it outwards until it was very long. Suddenly, he released it, and the nipple snapped back with a "snap," causing her breasts to bounce violently. The father-in-law's thick tongue lingered on her two sacred snow-capped mountains, leaving a pool of salty, sticky saliva, emitting a strong stench that almost made the bride faint. After playing with the bride's large breasts to his heart's content, the father-in-law's large hands slid down her smooth abdomen, and he bent down to feel the softness and elasticity of his daughter-in-law's mons pubis with his mouth, smelling the feminine fragrance emanating from his daughter-in-law's mysterious lower body. After a few sniffs, his lower body was already swollen and erect. He exclaimed, "Truly a charming treasure!" He pulled down his pants, pulled down the bride's panties, and forcefully forced his large penis open the two dewy, fragrant labia, reaching straight to her clitoris. Although the father-in-law was old, he was still vigorous. His large penis thrust left and right in the bride's tender vagina, rubbing against her delicate vaginal walls until they bled, staining the grass beneath her. Seeing this, the old thief took it as proof of the bride's virginity and became even more smug, thrusting wildly and squeezing her breasts until they burst. After half an hour of frontal penetration, he lifted the bride, ordered her to place her hands on a stone bench, and then penetrated her from behind. The old thief, with a fierce intensity, thrust into her flesh, each stroke piercing her core. His dark, hard penis overwhelmed the bride, leaving her breathless, her juices flowing freely, her long hair whipping around, and uttering moans of pleasure and pain, it was impossible to tell whether she was crying or enjoying it. The old lecher's lust intensified. He reached forward, grabbed her large breasts, pulled them down, and began to thrust wildly into his daughter-in-law's tender orifice. Her juices and blood splattered everywhere as his penis pounded in and out with loud "bang bang" sounds. The bride cried out in agony, tears streaming down her face, until she could no longer even utter a sob. After about the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, his penis continued to thrust wildly. The bride's vagina overflowed with spring water. The old lecher's penis felt like it was soaking in a hot spring inside his daughter-in-law's vagina, so pleasurable that his limbs felt like they were melting. Suddenly, he felt the vaginal walls tighten, his glans throbbed a few times, and he ejaculated thick semen, shooting it all deep into the bride's flower core. The bride sobbed softly. The old lecher, satisfied, pulled out his penis, glistening with red and white semen and blood, glistening in the sunlight. He chuckled lewdly, his fat jiggling. His large, fan-like hand slapped the bride's full, snowy buttocks hard, laughing wildly, "My good wife, you're mine now. Obey your father, and I'll guarantee you endless riches and glory.""Hahaha..." With that, he strode away, leaving the naked, beautiful bride on the stone bench. Her vulva opened and closed like a small mouth, leaking red and white fluid that soaked the bench. After a long while, the bride stopped crying, silently dressed, and slowly left, not knowing where she was, as if in a nightmare. That evening, the bride was taking a bath in her room. In the middle of the room was a large wooden tub, almost half a person's height. The bride sat in the tub, her fragrant shoulders exposed. The tub was filled with hot water, with rose petals floating on the surface. The fragrance of the roses mixed with the scent of her beautiful body, filling the entire room. The bride gently stroked her jade-like arms, the hot water splashing on her body, carefully washing herself, caressing her snow-white breasts, cleansing her ravaged body. Unbeknownst to them, the window had already been smashed, and two lecherous thieves were peeping at the beautiful woman bathing. One was a thin, sallow-faced man with a pointed mouth and monkey-like cheeks, utterly repulsive; he was the old servant in charge of cleaning. The other, with small eyes and a flat nose, was quite ugly, but he was the head chef in charge of the kitchen. The bride, having sat in the tub for a while, felt a slight ache in her back. She stood up, her snow-white skin slightly flushed from the hot water. She had an oval face, willow-leaf eyebrows, eyes like pools of autumn water, a small, delicate, and straight nose, and thin, bright red lips—extremely alluring. Below her abdomen, her waist was slender and graceful, with a round, adorable navel. The two lecherous eyes lingered on her small, cute navel for a moment, then looked down at her lower body. Her dark, glossy pubic hair was completely wet, revealing a watery, reddish slit. The bride scooped a ladle of water from the bucket with a wooden ladle and poured it over her head with a "whoosh." With a flick of her head, water splashed everywhere, revealing her heaving breasts, a sight that captivated the two men, who stared, drooling, their lower bodies stirring with desire. The cook gave the old servant a signal, and the two burst through the window. Before the bride could react, the old servant grabbed the sexy beauty from behind, his hands tightly gripping her high, firm breasts. His foul breath splattered all over her face, making her feel like vomiting. The bride struggled, her hair disheveled, trying to scream, but her mouth was already stuffed with her underwear. Leaning forward, trying to escape the old servant's clutches, the cook unceremoniously grabbed the beauty's breasts and took one into his mouth. After the cook had his fill of those big breasts, he grabbed his erect penis and thrust it into the bride's lower body, pumping it in and out of the water, making water splash everywhere. He was having sex in the water, and the vagina was very tight. The bride's lower body released strands of vaginal fluid, the pale white color making the water in the bucket a little murky. The old servant, his lower body erect and resolute, thrust directly into the bride's buttocks. His thick, powerful penis slid within the crevice for a moment, then he slightly retreated, straightened his penis, aimed it at the bride's anus, and pierced it. Until now, the bride's genitals had never been explored by anyone. Caught off guard by the sudden intrusion, she let out a scream. The genitals were too tight; only half of the glans of the old servant's penis entered. The tender flesh gripped the glans from all sides, causing the old servant to feel waves of contractions. He pushed in again, his penis parting the layers of flesh, reaching deep into the bride's rectum. The two penises responded from the front and back, forming a pincer attack. The bride's anus was torn, her muscles tensed, and she was in excruciating pain, cold sweat pouring down her face. The rectal walls were chafed, blood flowing out, staining the bucket of water bright red. Upon seeing the blood, the old servant, overcome with lust, swung his massive, fan-like hand and slapped her buttocks. A series of sharp "slaps" echoed as the flesh instantly turned bright red, clenching tightly in a way that seemed to bring her immense pleasure. The bride kept her eyes tightly shut; both lecherous men could feel each other's penises just an inch away. Their battle in the water lasted for an hour. Finally, they lifted the bride from the tub, one hand supporting her under her armpits, the other bracing against the edge, and with a push of their legs, they pulled her out. This time, the old servant penetrated her vagina, while the cook's penis was thrust into the bride's mouth. His filthy, foul-smelling penis filled her small mouth, reaching deep into her throat. His penis moved in and out, his scrotum slapping against her lips, emitting a pungent stench. His long, coarse pubic hair stung her face, some even getting into her nostrils, causing unbearable itching. The cook slowed his thrusting, his scrotum pressed against the bride's face, his testicles tracing her features, slowly gliding over her cherry lips, delicate nose, and beautiful eyes, which she closed in pleasure. The old servant's penis pounded in and out, each thrust causing the bride's vaginal walls to fold open, her vaginal fluids squeezing out and flowing down her thighs to the ground. The cook pried open the bride's eyelids, his large glans pressing against her eyeballs, the glans rubbing against her beautiful eyes, tears wetting the entire glans. The cook's penis then forced its way into the bride's vagina again, the two penises moving up and down, racing within the bride's tight vaginal walls, simultaneously ejaculating semen.

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