A true story of a protest at a South African factory where hundreds of black men gang-raped his wife and daughter in a fit of rage (a true memoir).

It's been almost half a year since the incident, but the memory is still vivid.
On July 26, 2017, I was in charge of a building materials manufacturing plant in Klerprat, South Africa. I can't disclose the specific details. As the highest-ranking manager there, we encountered problems with fund allocation. Because key personnel were involved in a case and were being prosecuted, all 3.385 billion yuan in funds were frozen during the litigation. I can't disclose the specific details either. We hadn't paid wages for over four months, owing all employees a total of over 35 million yuan in wages. Although the factory was still operating, various worker strikes, vandalism, and thefts occurred one after another. Of my 3,000+ South African workers (black workers), only a little over 1,000 remained. Without funds to sustain the plant and with a shortage of workers, the factory was facing imminent closure. The situation was extremely dire.
On July 27, 2017, I spoke with my wife and daughter on the phone. They said they wanted to visit me this summer and also come to South Africa, because it was still quite cool there at that time of year, with temperatures only in the teens, while back home it was already over 30 degrees Celsius. At first, I refused because it was chaotic here, but my daughter kept nagging me, and my wife brought her along, so I agreed. Luckily, I had some spare security personnel. My daughter is 20 years old and a freshman at Peking University. She's 1.71 meters tall and weighs 58 kilograms. She's a very outstanding campus beauty, with many admirers. She's won several awards at school and is my pride and joy. South Africa isn't a backward country, and with the large amount of investment from our country, it's not poor either.
On July 30, 2017, I picked up my daughter and wife from the airport in the afternoon. My daughter, whom I hadn't seen for a long time, was a little taller than my wife and much slimmer. Her skin was fair and delicate, and she blinked her innocent eyes, looking around curiously. As soon as she saw me, she ran towards me like a child, jumped up, and hugged me tightly. I had missed them so much! My 42-year-old wife is a dance teacher, 168 meters tall and weighing 55 kilograms. She's curvaceous, fair-skinned, and beautiful. The two of them together look like sisters. My wife's long hair makes her look more gentle and intellectual, while my daughter's shorter hair makes her more playful and cute.
After picking them up, I drove towards downtown Krepuerta. My daughter took photos and selfies the whole way. My wife chatted with me in the passenger seat, constantly talking about embarrassing things that had happened to our daughter recently. Our daughter kept interrupting and denying everything. We arrived in the city center around 5:30 pm. After having dinner at a local restaurant, we found a decent hotel. My wife and daughter's impressive figures attracted a lot of attention from passersby. Embarrassed, they kept trying to change the subject. When we got to the hotel, I suggested getting two rooms, but my daughter insisted on getting one standard room with two beds to save us money. My wife agreed, one bed for me and one for my wife and daughter. My wife whispered in my ear that she was on her period and it wouldn't be convenient to have sex, so we only checked into one room. I hadn't seen my wife for almost half a year. Finally, while our daughter was sleeping, we made love in the bathroom. My wife bent over, leaning against the mirror by the sink, and said, "Tonight, I'll treat it as if I'm taking your virginity." With one hand, I held her 34D breasts, while with the other, I skillfully parted her labia, guiding my 17dm thick, erect penis into her hairless little pussy, following the flow of menstrual blood. My wife also arched her back to meet my entry. My wife used to have pubic hair, but because she needed to wear briefs for dancing, she permanently removed all the hair from her vulva, leaving her with a completely white vulva. Her labia looked very lonely, and when I parted the slightly dark labia, her beautiful pussy was still very tender. I often asked my wife during sex, "Does our daughter's pussy have hair?" She would reply, "Thin, thin, yellowish hair." I asked her, "Are our daughter's breasts bigger than yours?" My wife bluntly said, "Isn't she sleeping? Go touch her and you'll know." Provoked by her words, I told her I was going to go see our daughter. My wife, overcome with desire, disregarded all morals and ethics. We walked out of the bathroom, still inside each other. She bent over, her buttocks sticking out, slowly moving forward, and I rhythmically moved in sync with her from behind. Our bodies joined together created a very lewd scene. My wife's large breasts swayed in the air. We reached the bedside, where our daughter, lying face up in her buttoned-up pajamas, was sleeping soundly, the blankets kicked aside because she was hot. My wife bent down and began unbuttoning her pajamas one by one. Our daughter was breathing heavily in her sleep; she was probably exhausted and slept very soundly, completely unaware. My wife opened her pajamas, revealing two pink nipples and alluring, proud breasts, which stimulated me to thrust into her from behind. My bloodied penis moved rapidly in and out of her vagina, the flesh inside turning outwards with each withdrawal. My wife's two breasts swung violently in the air, their dark nipples and areolas contrasting sharply with my daughter's tender pink nipples and areolas. My daughter lay flat, her delicate breasts resting quietly on her chest, her slightly protruding ribs rising and falling gently with her breathing. It was impossible to tell who was bigger between my wife and daughter. My wife seemed tired of standing and let me sit on the edge of the bed while she rested on my penis. During this time, my penis never left her vagina. My wife's vagina always enveloped my penis; she was like clothing on my penis. My wife took my hand and placed it on my daughter's breasts. The sensation from her hand sent an electric shock through my brain. Her soft, delicate, and large breasts rippled like water, as white and smooth as milk. I continued to play with my sleeping daughter's breasts, twisting her body in this way. Occasionally, I would touch my wife's breasts; they were firmer. At 42, my wife's breasts showed no signs of sagging; her proud body seemed like that of a woman in her twenties. It might be related to my wife's daily dancing; she swings her breasts and twists her hips while dancing. My wife's buttocks are much perkier than my daughter's, and her vagina is incredibly strong, like a powerful yet soft hand gripping my penis tightly. I can last two hours with other women, but with my wife, I can only last five minutes at most. At this moment, my wife seemed to have reached orgasm. She half-squatted, her toes touching the ground like a ballerina, her hands on her thighs, bending over and lifting her buttocks along the path of my 17dm long penis, slamming her buttocks up and down hard against it. Each time, my penis almost left her vaginal opening before slamming down with a "plop" sound. The glans felt like it was being electrocuted, rubbing tightly against the tender flesh inside her vagina. I couldn't take my wife like this for even 30 seconds. I quickly pulled my hands away from my daughter's chest, grabbed my wife's slender waist, and pressed her tightly against my legs. Under the grip of my wife's vagina, I still ejaculated. I held my wife's soft, slender belly with both hands, feeling as if I could touch my penis as I pounded violently. My wife, sensing my throbbing penis, seemed to resist and gripped it tightly. The stimulation sent a surge of heat through me, and I ejaculated completely inside my wife, releasing every last drop. She was satisfied too, and we remained in that position for a long time, savoring the final afterglow of our lovemaking. Finally, my wife collapsed weakly against me, her tense toes relaxing to the soles of her feet. Her entire body was tense, even her pubic hair relaxed. My wife got up, and my limp penis was slowly pulled out of her vagina. When only the glans remained, my wife swayed her hips slightly, pulling on my glans and swinging my penis. Finally, she slowly got up, and the glans was slowly pulled out. I saw my wife's vagina instantly close up, and my penis, losing the vaginal pull, hung down 180 degrees. My wife, while fixing her hair, walked normally to the bathroom. Not a drop of semen was spilled on the carpet. Once in the toilet, she bent over, half-squatting, and black semen gushed out in spurts. The scene was extremely shocking; the clear water at the bottom of the toilet instantly turned into blood. She pressed the flush button, pulled a sanitary napkin over her underwear, put it on, and then put on her pajamas. Sitting down beside our daughter's bed, before even adjusting her pajamas, she beckoned me over and gently lifted our daughter's thin pajama bottoms. I looked down and saw pink underwear. Lifting up her underwear, I saw sparse, faintly yellowish pubic hair. Then, my wife released her hand and slapped the underwear onto our daughter, but our daughter still didn't react. My wife slept with our daughter, and I finished dressing, went to my bed, and collapsed into bed!
On July 31, 2017, at 3:30 AM, the phone rang incessantly, waking my wife and me. The caller said hundreds of workers had stolen large manufacturing equipment from the factory overnight. They told me to come immediately, as calling the police was useless; they either wanted money or they were going to sell the equipment. I got angry on the phone, my voice so loud it woke my daughter. I said each piece of equipment was worth at least a million. After saying a lot, I hung up. My daughter and wife seemed to understand what had happened and insisted on coming with me. The tragedy happened today, and I'll regret bringing them along for the rest of my life. I was preoccupied with the situation and didn't feel like arguing with them. I figured I should do what I always did, reassure them that all their wages and other expenses would be credited to their account with interest and additional subsidies, and they would calm down. There was no real danger. They were worried they wouldn't make it in time for my ride, so they quickly brushed their teeth, washed their faces, packed their things, and got on the phone. It was still a distance to the factory. They finished their makeup in the car on the way. By the time I arrived, it was already 5:30 and daylight. Unlike usual, when I entered the factory, a group of black men rushed over and surrounded the car. Seeing other people inside, they all peered in. I rolled down the window, and the leader, speaking in broken English, demanded my wages, essentially saying that he was always delaying payment, that he had money for raw materials but no money for wages. Then he categorized us as white people, saying that we white people didn't treat their black brothers like human beings. As soon as he finished speaking, the group rioted, smashing the car. The windows shattered, and my wife and daughter in the back seat were terrified. They tried to call the police, but the black men smashed the windows, opened the doors, dragged them out of the car, and snatched the phone, even hanging up on the police. Seeing them harming my wife and daughter, I got out of the car to confront them, calling for security, but no one answered. After being punched several times, my vision blurred, and my ears rang constantly. I couldn't hear what they were saying anymore. In my dazed state, I saw them touching my wife and daughter, who were screaming loudly. Finally, I heard a loud thud, felt a sharp pain in my head, and everything went black. I instinctively thought I had been shot and was dead, but I forced my eyes open because I was worried about them. My ears were still ringing, mixed with the woman's screams. I still had my eyes open and vaguely saw a woman in a white dress have her bra ripped open, revealing her large, white breasts. I was pinned to the ground by the black men and couldn't move. My wife and daughter were being held up by four or five men, held tightly and unable to move. My daughter was wearing white sneakers, blue skinny jeans, and a white top that had been ripped off, exposing her breasts which were swinging in the air. The black men's hands contrasted sharply with her white breasts, and several hands were grabbing and groping them. The black men kept making noise and cheering. After my daughter's shoes were taken off, her two little feet, adorable pink pig socks, wiggled in the air. I wanted to yell "Don't touch her!" but I couldn't. Two black men, one on each leg, spread my daughter's legs into a split. A split is easy to pull apart, but her jeans were ripped in the middle because my wife had taught our daughter to dance since she was little, and she had practiced the split since childhood. The black men tore my daughter's jeans open with their bare hands, revealing the pink underwear we had seen last night. They ripped the underwear to shreds, exposing her tender pink vulva, which was still a little wet. My daughter was crying her eyes out. My wife was already naked and was being held up by the black men in a split position. One of the black men was standing in the middle, thrusting his hips back and forth. They weren't satisfied with just this, so they moved me next to my wife to watch her being fucked. I saw that the black man's penis was at least as thick as my wife's arm, and each time it was pulled out, it was at least 25 centimeters long before it was thrusting back in. Her snow-white belly bulged into a pillar shape. The columnar shape disappeared as soon as it was pulled out. My wife kept moaning, and he thrust back and forth dozens of times. The black man stopped moving, and after a while, his penis was completely withdrawn. My wife's vagina became a wide-open hole, and you could clearly see the bright red and swollen flesh of the vaginal walls from the outside. It opened and closed from time to time, as if trying to bite off the black man's penis and pull out a long strand of semen from her vagina. Before the strand was broken, another black man was on top, with a pure black, dirty penis that was nearly 25 centimeters thick and as thick as a forearm. He buried it completely inside my wife's belly. Her belly bulged into a columnar shape, and the black man held my wife's legs with both hands and thrust in and out. A long strand of semen and blood mixed with viscous substance hung below where my wife's vagina and the black man's penis met. Each time he thrust in, you could hear a "plop" sound, and the last "plop" sound was the sound of complete penetration. My wife screamed and moaned ecstatically, while the long black column in the middle of my daughter's lower body was also thrusting in and out, and her round and pink anus was being stretched and squeezed. My daughter, at 171cm, didn't appear petite next to these black men; rather, she looked even more alluring. My wife, however, seemed rather small. My daughter's buttocks were small; each time a black man entered her, her buttocks would bulge out by 1-2cm. They'd bulge a little when he went in and shrink a little when he pulled out. Accompanied by sharp, piercing farts, I knew they came from her vagina. My daughter's vagina seemed deeper; a penis about 30cm long could almost reach the bottom, and the black man's dark, dirty skin could slap against her snow-white skin. The skin slapped together with a loud "slap slap slap." This meant there was still room inside. When the black man ejaculated and pulled out, his buttocks shrank, and his vaginal opening could close, preventing any semen from leaking out until the next insertion. My wife, on the other hand, couldn't close her vagina; it only spasmed, opening and closing as she awaited the next penis. The two of them were like urinals, letting one black man after another ejaculate inside. One of the black men moved too fast; the daughter's belly swelled and bulged, and she lost control of her bladder and bowels. I knew it was because her vagina was pressing on her rectum. Her feces fell to the ground, and they didn't even move. The previous man pulled out his penis, still attached, and the next man went in, wasting no time at all. The daughter was unconscious; her genitals were swollen and red, her vagina wide open, leaking semen. They brought out their usual iron workbench, and the unconscious daughter was placed on it, motionless. The men were all self-service; they just grabbed her legs and penetrated her whenever they wanted. Meanwhile, the conscious wife was already riding on the black man, her thick penis being manipulated by her vagina, being swallowed up and down. Their floor was already wet. The scene was chaotic, with men covered in semen and sludge. Those who hadn't ejaculated were kneading and squeezing, while those who had either left or were filming with their phones. The daughter was being anally penetrated on the platform, a black penis covered in excrement thrusting into her vagina. Her open vagina oozed a foul-smelling yellow liquid, and her body was used to wipe the excrement off the penises. The number of black men dwindled; those who hadn't ejaculated found the excrement-covered vagina disgusting and couldn't bring themselves to penetrate her, so they picked up the excrement from the ground and smeared it inside her vagina. The daughter's swollen vulva, open pink vagina, and slightly open pink anus were all covered in excrement, especially her vagina, which was already filled with feces. The wife was still fighting, taking down one black man after another. Huge penises went in and out of her, then ejaculated and switched partners. The wife's open hole allowed this… The black men entered more easily. As noon approached, the black men gradually left. My wife came and untied the ropes from me. I was helped, trembling, to the driver's seat of the car. My wife cleared the broken glass from the back seat and carried our daughter into the car. After cleaning our daughter, I looked in the rearview mirror and saw my head was covered in dried blood. I drove to my room, and my wife and I helped our daughter. Once inside, I dressed, wiped away the visible blood, and put on a hat. I called the police. The black police arrived and asked a few simple questions. Since everyone was black and looked the same, they couldn't identify us. The black police then dropped the matter, because the crime rate among black people was too high; as long as someone wasn't dead, it wasn't a big deal. I didn't want to stay there a minute longer. I changed to a van and returned to the hotel I had stayed in before. I and my wife... My mother-in-law put my daughter in the hotel bathtub to wash her genitals. She slowly removed the feces with her right finger, then used a bidet to rinse her pink and swollen vagina. My daughter gradually woke up and asked to wash herself alone, with my wife in the tub with her. I was completely bewildered and had no idea what to do.
I went downstairs alone to find a clinic to treat the wound on my head, which cost over 300 rand (South African currency). Taking my daughter and me back to China involved a full-body checkup, costing four or five thousand RMB. Fortunately, we didn't have syphilis or HIV. Because a medical checkup was required for factory work, my wife said we shouldn't air our dirty laundry in public and hoped I would handle it discreetly or just let it go. My daughter recovered very well and became a lovely little princess again. Sometimes she would comfort me, saying, "I'm over twenty years old now, my mental resilience isn't that bad. This isn't your fault, don't blame yourself too much."
On August 28, 2017, after returning to South Africa and finishing my work, I figured I wouldn't come to a city like this again. My salary had been paid, so everyone's wages were paid in full, except for those 118 people I couldn't contact
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On September 10, 2017, 115 criminals were convicted of robbery, theft, and rape. They received sentences ranging from 15 to 30 years, to be served immediately. I spent nearly 1 million rand (approximately 500,000 RMB) bribing the police and judges. The matter was finally resolved satisfactorily.
On September 17, 2017, I returned to China. It was safe back in my homeland. Family scandals like this shouldn't be aired in public; it had to be handled quietly. I told my daughter and wife about it, and they were satisfied. Although much has faded from memory, I still feel uneasy sometimes when I think about it. When I have sex with my wife at night, it doesn't seem to affect me much; she's still very tight. After all this, my daughter seems to have a better relationship with us, but her vagina doesn't seem as pink as before.
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