College student stabbed by migrant worker

My name is Jie, I'm 21 years old, and a junior at Nanjing University. This happened on a Saturday during summer vacation. My boyfriend and his classmates went to a party, and naturally
, I couldn't waste this precious vacation time idly, so shopping was my first choice. After searching for a while, I finally chose a
silk peach-colored mini skirt that my boyfriend encouraged me to buy, a white semi-transparent low-cut tank top, a purple-red lace bra, and a pair of blue high-heeled sandals.
While showing off in front of the mirror, I noticed a very obvious panty line, so I quickly found a black lace-up thong (my boyfriend bought this for me without
my parents' knowledge ; it really took him a lot of effort). I changed into it, and it was perfect! In my excitement, I suddenly realized that I had spent more than an hour changing clothes and putting on makeup.
I sprayed some perfume and hurriedly left home. Standing at the bus stop, everyone passing by, adults and children alike, kept staring at me. The only difference was that some people
stared openly, while others only dared to steal a quick glance, secretly peeking at me. Not only men, but also many young girls were staring at me,
their eyes filled with amazement, envy, admiration, and a possessive desire, along with the flames of jealousy. "How annoying, being stared at like this the whole way."
Seeing the amazed expressions on everyone's faces, I felt veins popping out of my head, but there was nothing I could do. Luckily,
an air-conditioned bus arrived at the bus stop after a short wait, saving me a lot of trouble waiting for the bus in the summer. Even luckier, there were two empty seats in the last row by the window
, so I chose to sit there. But my good fortune didn't last long. At the second stop, a lot of people got on, including several migrant workers from out of town. As soon as they boarded, they
spotted the empty seat next to me, and one of them quickly occupied it. Immediately, I was overwhelmed by the unbearable smell of sweat. Disgusted, I
looked at the migrant worker sitting next to me. He was in his forties, with dark skin, and his dirty, cheap suit was stained with grease. This only
increased disgust. I hesitated to move away from them, but more and more people got on, and I had no choice but to accept my situation: clutching my handbag with one hand, covering my nose with the other,
turning my face towards the window, even the music on my MP3 player seemed less pleasant. The crowd grew larger, and the stench of sweat made me nauseous. Just as I was getting annoyed, the bus suddenly jolted, and I
felt a rough hand touch my thigh. Before I could react, the hand had moved away. As I glared at him angrily, he turned to look at
me too. When our eyes met, instead of looking away, he grinned at me, revealing a mouthful of yellow teeth. I quickly moved my legs to one side. I suspected he was doing it on purpose.
This wasn't the first time I'd been harassed on a bus, but being harassed by such a disgusting old man was a first.

I looked at his hands; they were dirty and rough, chapped in places, and his nails were filthy. After a while, I felt a strange
sensation in my body, as if I somewhat liked it. A strange thought popped into my head: what would happen if I let him see them again? But if
the passengers on the bus saw, I would ruin myself… However, he was just a farmer, and farmers who come to the city are always timid and cowardly; he wouldn't dare do anything. Forget it,
stop thinking nonsense. I'll just try. I gritted my teeth, slowly relaxed my tightly clenched legs, and under the guise of putting my handbag aside, I seemingly accidentally
lifted my skirt a little, revealing a portion of my pinkish-white thigh. My heart was pounding, partly from nervousness about my actions, and partly from wanting to see
his reaction. He quickly noticed the change in my skirt, his eyes practically staring into it, while his hand quietly slid to the side near my thigh, but dared not
approach my leg again. Traffic started to back up, and looking out the window, I saw a long line of cars parked ahead. Surprisingly, I
felt though I used to hate traffic jams. Waves of sweaty odor wafted over me; it was unpleasant, but it kept stimulating
my senses and making my thoughts even more chaotic. A hand beside me tentatively approached my leg, inch by inch… and touched it. I pretended not to notice and
didn't move my leg away from his hand, feeling his rough hand moving slightly across my leg. The migrant workers and people standing nearby kept
glancing in our direction, staring at my legs. I secretly glanced out of the corner of my eye and realized that he had just pulled my skirt up a little more, exposing almost my
entire to their view. I quickly turned my head away, not daring to look in their direction, but I was sure they were still watching. I was sure my face was burning red.
This was a thrill I'd never experienced before; I was actually showing my thighs to people other than my boyfriend… The dirty hand that had been motionless beside me started
moving again. He pretended to be casual, slowly moving upwards. If I didn't pay attention now, they would definitely see through my intentions. My thoughts were in turmoil;
I wanted him to continue, yet I was afraid… I wondered if I should move away, but I couldn't find an answer. Each movement felt
like an electric shock. His hand began to move towards my inner thigh, and I thought I heard the whispers of the other migrant workers. Afraid of embarrassment, I glanced
up , only to find two middle school students standing nearby watching! Good heavens! I quickly pulled my leg back. His hand quickly moved away. The bus
crawled along like a bull, and the two middle school students squeezed off. The hand didn't reach out again. Time ticked by, the bus continued its congested
journey, and I was about to reach my next stop. I breathed a sigh of relief. What had just happened had made me so nervous. Just then, the dirty hand next to me started moving again. I looked up
to see that the other passengers weren't paying attention. I grew bolder. Since I was getting off the bus soon anyway, I figured I might as well let this dirty
man, who looked older than my father, take advantage of me... With that thought, I relaxed and spread my tightly clenched legs, moving a little closer to his hand, practically right next to it.
He seemed to understand, and soon his palm moved to the inside of my thigh, gently caressing it. My heart was pounding, but I felt a calmer composure
than . His companion must have noticed, looking at me in surprise. I ignored their stares. Then, his rough, dirty hand forcefully kneaded my
fair thigh, his little finger rubbing against the edge of my lace panties. His fingers moved one by one towards my panties, and I felt my body
heating up . I slowly parted my legs, and finally, his hot palm stopped between my legs. Just when I thought he was about to start kneading my private parts, he
suddenly stopped.

I glanced at him furtively out of the corner of my eye, and saw him whispering to his companions. Were they talking about me? The thought made my face
flush crimson. What was I doing? I asked myself. I was sitting with my legs spread, waiting for a dirty hand to touch my most private parts, and the person
was a sweaty, thirty- or forty-year-old migrant worker, while I, a 21-year-old college girl with a boyfriend, was waiting with my legs spread. A surge of excitement coursed through my body.
Just then, they stopped whispering, and he gently lifted a corner of my skirt, pushing it up to my thighs. I instantly understood their conversation.
The front of my black lace thong and the side of my buttocks were exposed to the migrant workers. Their pants were bulging. To avoid
attracting attention, I leaned my head against the back of the seat in front of me, blocking the view from above, but the side view was still completely clear. Then, the migrant worker next to me quietly
leaned close to my ear and whispered in some unfamiliar Mandarin, "Young lady, I'm sorry, they want to see too, is that alright?" Good heavens! He actually asked
me this? The shock of his question left me speechless, and the smell of his cigarette was awful… My silence was taken as agreement. His hand
returned palm kneading it relentlessly, his fingers moving downwards. Suddenly, he stopped. He realized that what was covering my private parts was a rope…
He hooked a finger around the rope and pulled it forward, leaning over to ask, “Little girl, what’s this… underwear?”
At the same time he began to pull harder. The rope was digging into my buttocks, and my pubic hair was peeking out from the sides of the underwear. “Oh…” I
heard soft gasps from the people around me, sounds that filled me with both shyness and excitement. He continued to pull, and I understood his purpose. Mustering all my
courage, I turned my head and said, “The… the side… there’s a strap… I can… untie it.” These were the first words I spoke to him, and as soon as they left my mouth, I regretted them.
What was I doing? I shamelessly let a complete stranger, a migrant worker, take off my underwear. This, in turn, aroused his "enthusiasm," and he quickly searched for the
side strap. Men are truly geniuses in this area; he found it quickly and pulled it off swiftly… Theoretically, my underwear was off, but he seemed unsatisfied and
went to the other side for the same thing, finding it and pulling it down as well. He didn't stop there, grabbing the front and pulling it off with a swift motion… "Ah," I let out
a soft cry as he held my underwear in his hand. At the same time, I realized that his actions had caused me to miss my stop… Strangely, I
wasn't in a hurry to get off; instead, I felt a sense of relief, a sense of satisfaction and relaxation. A thought flashed through my mind: "Do I like this?" My actions gave
me the answer... He grabbed my panties, smelled them, and passed them to the others. Now, except for part of my lower body covered by my skirt, I was
completely naked . Just as I was about to see the expressions of the other migrant workers, his hand quickly returned to its previous position, placing it between my legs. However
, it was slightly different from before; there was nothing covering my mons pubis except my thick pubic hair. He squeezed my mons pubis hard, which hurt a little but gave me more stimulation...
By this time, there were no standing passengers in the car, and he became bolder, his fingers continuing to explore downwards. I felt his rough fingers graze my labia, reaching my
already wet opening. I felt his hot fingers pressing against the entrance of my lower body. After all, it was the most sensitive part of a virgin's body, and with my starry eyes shyly closed, I
was so nervous that I could hardly breathe. "Finally going in!" I was thinking when suddenly a sharp pain shot through my lower body. I felt my vaginal opening being stretched open, and something was entering
me . I looked down and saw his finger inside. He pushed it in further. Ugh, it hurt so much! My tightest spot was stretched
so much it felt numb and sore. The sensation was so intense! "Ah!" The sharp pain made me shudder. I hadn't expected it to hurt so much. "It hurts! I...no!"
The old man ignored my pleas and continued to penetrate my vagina. My vagina had never been penetrated before, and the first time was incredibly painful. The old man continued
to slowly thrust in. "Ah! No..." I finally cried out in pain. It felt like an iron rod was being inserted into my vagina; the intense pain was tearing my lower body apart
. Then he slowly pushed his fingers into my vagina. I looked down at what was happening, watching his dirty fingers penetrate my forbidden zone,
slowly moving in and out, occasionally bringing out some clear fluid. My mind went blank from the scene, and I let him go in and out at will. He moved closer to me,
roughly kneading my breasts with his other hand. Every time the bus stopped or someone was standing next to me, he would reluctantly remove his hand from my breasts, but his
other hand never left. Waves of pleasure came from my lower body, and I began to breathe erratically. To avoid being heard
, I bit my lower lip. Before I knew it, several stops had passed. Just when I was losing control, his hand suddenly stopped and withdrew.
A long, thin line of my fluid and his finger stretched between them. My lower body suddenly felt empty. I looked at him strangely and found him putting that dirty
finger in his mouth, sucking on the fluid left on it. The scene was not beautiful, but it was full of lewdness. His companions looked at him with envy,
occasionally glancing at my genitals. Then they started discussing something again, and soon they seemed to have reached some kind of understanding. Just when I thought he was going to continue
harassing me, he and a dark-skinned migrant worker, about fifteen or sixteen years old, stood up. "Are they getting off? There are still three stops to the terminal!" I wondered
, filled with disappointment. They left their seats, and to my surprise, they were changing seats. The dark-skinned man sat next to me; he
had a side-parted hairstyle, long hair covered in dandruff, and small eyes. After he sat down, he looked me over for a while, and then quickly began to tentatively stroke my thighs.
His hand trembled slightly as he reached for my private parts, and another round of thrusting began. I felt as if I had already begun to immerse myself in this stimulating "harassment." I
spread my legs as much as possible to make it easier for him to enter and exit. His fingers thrust in and out very quickly, accompanied by a slight "plop" sound. After a while, he forcefully inserted another finger
into my body and stopped thrusting, instead digging. His nails were a bit long, and sometimes they would cause me bursts of pain, but they also brought me a different kind of pleasure. My
breathing became louder and louder. I opened my eyes slightly and watched his invasion with the other migrant workers.

Who would have thought that I, the obedient girl in the eyes of parents and teachers, would be subjected to the ravaging of a migrant worker on a bus in broad daylight? He hurriedly reached under my shirt and down my
back, trying to untie my bra strap, but he fumbled around for a long time without success. My physical desire made me very anxious, so I leaned forward
to give his hands more space. Finally, he untied the strap, and with my cooperation, the bra slid down my body. Just as I was putting the bra into my bag, he
suddenly grabbed the bag. It was an expensive bag, and I really liked it. I turned to the migrant worker and whispered, "Please don't damage it, okay?" He didn't
answer me, but instead stared at my chest in surprise. Only then did I realize that my clothes were very transparent, and my breasts were directly exposed to their gaze. I
groaned high, firm breasts weren't just full, but rather brimming with youthful vitality, the nipples standing proudly erect in the center of my pale pink areolas. "Ah," I
exclaimed, my chest heaving, my breathing becoming rapid. He reached out and began to grope shamelessly, first the nipple, then the entire
breast . With each movement, the stimulation became more intense, and the nipple gradually hardened with blood, the breast swelled even larger, covered in
prominent veins, even the dark red areolas protruded high, like two round little straw hats perched on the nipple. I was incredibly ashamed. I was practically naked in front of everyone on
the bus! Oh my god! How was I going to get off? The bus was only one stop away from its final stop. "Could you give them back to me? Otherwise, I can't get off." "Sure.
Miss, I can tell you enjoy playing around. I have some nice underwear here; would you like to wear it?" These migrant workers would have underwear for young girls? I was a little confused. "
Gangzi, take out the belt you prepared for your wife. Don't be stingy; the lady might not be willing to wear it!" I was supposed to wear this farmer's wife's underwear? I
was truly dumbfounded. "We're blocking you, the bus is almost at the station!" I had no choice but to say, "Then hurry up." At that moment, the young migrant worker named Gangzi
took out something that looked like underwear and squatted down in front of me. I nervously looked ahead to see if anyone was watching us, thankfully no one was. When I looked down at Gangzi,
he had already put the underwear-like thing on my feet. What surprised me was that it was made of leather with metal parts on it. He slowly started to put
the "underwear" around my waist, which was just a piece of cowhide hanging in front. I didn't know what it was for. He then spread my legs, first grabbing the
chain , passing it under my crotch, and then pulling it up forcefully from behind. The cowhide covered my vaginal opening, and then fastened it to my belt at the back. The old migrant worker
then picked up a small lock from the ground and fastened it to the belt I had just put on. He pulled hard, and I watched his actions, wondering, "
What kind of underwear are you putting on me, and why are you locking it?" "This underwear is also called a chastity belt. Women wear this to lock their lower body. Where we're from, whoever has the key
is who their woman is!" Hearing the old migrant worker's words, I came to my senses: What was he doing? I didn't even know him. Being
insulted was one thing, but being fitted with this was another; I would be controlled by them from now on! A sense of impending doom made me sit up abruptly, straining
to tighten my naked lower body, which was about to be locked, and said, "No, you can't...!" My voice startled an old man sitting in front of me. He
turned around to see what was happening in the back seat. The moment he turned around, I quickly sat back down and calmed myself down.

"Young lady, are you feeling unwell?" the old man asked with concern. "Grandpa... I'm fine," I said nervously, because if he looked down, he
would not only see my almost naked lower body covered by the strap, but also the wet chair. What would he think of this young girl? As the old man
turned his head I heard a clear "click" as the lock tightened. The thief had already fastened the lock and taken the key. I hurriedly stood up, but
as soon as I stood up, "Ah!" a sharp pain shot through my lower body, causing me to scream involuntarily. My body trembled. I hadn't expected this thing to hurt so much. "
It hurts!" I bent over in pain and squatted on the ground. I knew I was powerless now, and could only look at the key in the thief's hand in despair. "You
should rest for a while before you go!" His words made me too ashamed to lift my head, but I felt strange inside. I quickly tossed my long hair aside to cover my face. After getting off the bus
, I walked for a while and came to a small shack next to a very smelly public toilet. "We're here! We're here!" The farmer strode to the door, rummaging for his keys in his dirty trousers. I
realized that what I had just guessed was about to happen, and my heart pounded. The room was small. At the back was a
bed , covered with a dirty, tattered straw mat. Five very dirty pillows were haphazardly placed on the bed. Several large bundles were piled in one corner. Besides
the smell wafting from the adjacent toilet, there was a strong stench of alcohol, but as they entered, a stench of sweat mingled in. In one corner were two broken thermos flasks and a scattering
of beer bottles and beer bottles. In another corner lay several unfinished boxed lunches, seemingly left over for days. The floor was littered with sunflower seed shells, cigarette butts, phlegm stains, and
tattered newspapers—a disgusting sight, making it feel like there was nowhere to step! A fluorescent light hung from the ceiling. The ceiling and walls were filthy.
Several . The window faced the alley, taking up a large proportion of the wall. Although the windows were dirty, sunlight still
streamed through, illuminating every corner of the room. Several worn-out cups and rolls of cheap toilet paper sat on the windowsill. "Going home, sorry, it's a bit dirty. Come on,
little girl, sit down." He rolled up his sleeves, crumpled up some tattered newspapers, and tossed them by the door. The others entered one after another. "This damn hot weather!" they exclaimed, as they
quickly removed their outer garments. Some were wearing only tank tops, others were shirtless, instantly making the room smell even stronger. I felt nauseous and hurriedly said,
"Can you give me back my underwear now…?" Seeing my urgency, the men smiled and said to the old migrant worker, "Give it back to the girl quickly…" The old migrant
worker hesitated, then interjected with a smile, "We can give it back, but you have to change it in front of us, okay…? We'll give it back if you agree." "How…
can we…do this? How can I change my underwear in front of these people?" I thought to myself. The others chimed in, "Yes! We'll give it back if you agree to change it…
." Then I saw the old migrant worker wiping his sweat with his hand inside his pants, laughing as he said to me, "It's so hot!" "Oh my god, he's
using my underwear to wipe himself down there!" I looked at them. Liu Er was standing at the door locking it, while the others, jeering, walked towards me: "He dared to show himself on the bus, and now that it's
just us, he won't dare? We saw it all... haha." His words made me blush. It seemed I couldn't leave even if I disagreed. Thinking about how
they'd already seen everything on the bus and while we were walking... after hesitating for a long time, I softly agreed, "Okay... but you can't touch him..." "Haha...
we won't touch him, we won't touch him, old migrant worker, give it to her quickly." The men laughed maliciously. Instead of immediately giving it to me, the old migrant worker took off his shoes, jumped onto the bed, and stood
against the wall, unbuttoning his pants. "What are you doing?" I asked, my heart pounding. "Take off your pants and I'll get it for you, otherwise you won't be able to get it out, hehe..." In an instant,
he unzipped his pants, which slid down his waist. I knew he wasn't wearing underwear, so
I quickly turned around, closed my eyes, and held out my hand, waiting for him to hand it to me. But he didn't hand it to me. Instead, Brother Li came over and slapped my butt, saying, "Hurry up and get it... haha, what are you waiting for?" I hesitated for a moment, then slowly
turned my head and opened my eyes. Ah! He was actually laughing as he hung my bra on his erect "stick," which was moving back and forth, and my cute little panties were
stuck between his buttocks!! I was stunned for a moment, then took off my shoes and slowly walked to the bed, retrieved my underwear from him, and smelled it. Ah!! I
almost threw up. I really wanted to throw it away, but how was I going to go home without underwear? I really regretted choosing this semi-transparent top. Helpless, I
tried to get off the bed, but the men under the bed stopped me, saying, "With such a good figure, just change on the bed..." The older migrant worker, without even putting on pants, jumped off
the bed and joined in the jeering. I'm doomed! Yesterday I was a little bird nestled in my boyfriend's arms, and today I have to change my underwear in front of five migrant workers...! My face felt
hot , but a strange feeling kept surging within me. I turned my back to them and started taking off my top, but they said, "No, you have
to change in front of us! Otherwise, we won't give it to you." Helpless, I slowly turned back, thinking about changing clothes in front of so many disgusting men. Strangely, besides feeling
awkward, I also felt a little excited... and this feeling kept growing... I tried to suppress it in fear, but it was useless...
Suddenly, I realized that my current situation really resembled what that woman had said—like a "chicken." I took two steps back and started undressing, but they still wouldn't let me go, insisting that I
stand by the bed in front of them. Helpless, I could only agree and stand in front of them. I slowly, trembling, lifted the hem of my shirt and pulled it off over my head,
revealing to them. "Oh!" "So damn white!" "Your head's still up!" they lewdly exclaimed. I hurriedly covered my chest with one hand and grabbed my bra with the other
to put it on, but in my haste, I dropped it on the floor. They moved aside, and no one bothered to pick it up for me. Helpless, I had to get out of bed and pick it up myself. I put on my shoes,
went to the middle of them, and bent down to pick it up, only to find that
it had fallen on a glob of phlegm. I was disgusted and wanted to throw it away. Just then, the zipper of my short skirt was suddenly unzipped, and before I could free my hand to pick it up, it had fallen onto the dirty floor. "Ah!" I cried out, realizing that I was now standing naked
among five men. Before I could even recover, several hands were already on my body. "Look at that little piece of meat, so tender! Ptooey!" Gangzi
spat and said, while simultaneously grabbing my breasts with both hands. "It feels so good!" Brother Li squatted down and grabbed my buttocks with both hands. He then quickly placed his hand on my private parts. "
Heh! Little girl, you're all soaking wet here, haha... even your pubic hair is wet! Look!" He held up his finger to show the others, and waved it in front of me as well. Liu Er also hurriedly
reached out and touched it, smelling it and licking it. "Hey! Really! So young and already so horny!!" I was extremely embarrassed by their comments
and tried to break free from them, but I didn't expect my high heels to slip and I fell to the ground. I immediately felt something prickly and something slippery.
I quickly struggled to sit up, but as soon as I looked up, I saw the old migrant worker standing in front of me with his "meat stick" sticking out. My nose almost touched it! Oh my god!
The stench emanating from his thing, covered in yellowish grime, finally became unbearable. I tilted my head and vomited, spraying myself all over the ground.
I quickly moved away from the mess. Just as I was catching my breath, something completely unexpected happened. The old migrant worker swiftly shoved his
foul-smelling member into my mouth, simultaneously grabbing my head tightly with his hands. I couldn't break free at all.

He thrust his filthy thing back and forth in my mouth. I felt his yellowish grime sticking to my tongue and mouth, bitter. My
nose stung and tears streamed down my face. He didn't stop when he saw this; instead, he thrust in and out even harder, moaning, "Oh...oh, so good! So horny!" My lip
gloss smeared on his filthy thing, and his filthy, matted pubic hair occasionally brushed against my nose and lips. My gaze quickly shifted and I noticed the other men were also taking off
their pants. I knew my premonition had come true. Then he pulled down his pants and said, "Haha, old migrant worker, let's tie this girl up so it'll be easier." The old
migrant worker agreed. Hearing this, I quickly opened my eyes and looked back. I saw the old migrant worker holding his skirt ribbon in one hand. "What are you doing?" I
instinctively to dodge to the side. Since I was lying face down, I couldn't sit up to fight back. In desperation, I swung my right hand and pushed behind me, but my wrist was grabbed as well. "Tie you
up!" The older migrant worker shouted, getting excited. I struggled to shake myself, but he said, "What are you pretending for? You're all stripped down like this!" I looked at
myself and went limp. The older migrant worker easily twisted my hands behind my back! The skirt ribbons began to wrap around my breasts twice, tightening them. I
kept twisting my body, struggling with my hands, and making "no, no" sounds, but the skirt ribbons seemed to be rooted to my body, tightening the more I struggled.
My two full breasts were almost bulging out from the skirt ribbons, and the white skirt clung tightly to my body, showing off the beautiful figure of a young girl. My arms throbbed slightly as
he began to tighten and knot my wrists. I knew that if I didn't struggle, it would be over. Being bound like this would require someone else to untie me, and even if I were an angel or a fairy, I couldn't escape.
But I couldn't resist. Just as I hesitated, my hands were tightened. I could only helplessly close my eyes and press my face to the ground, feeling completely exhausted, letting him
tie me up with my skirt ribbons. He forcefully pinned my head to his penis and began to back away. Helpless, I crawled after him. "
Smack Liu Er's fat hand slapped my buttocks hard, saying, "So slutty, like a little bitch! Haha!" The others laughed along. They surrounded me;
my naked body laid out before them had completely overwhelmed them. My long, white body, with its beautiful, mature lines, was almost
beyond description. I was so ashamed I felt like I was about to faint. I thought fainting might be better. "Today's over," I groaned
, struggling naked. How humiliating was this molestation of a virgin college student by these migrant workers? My
head thrashed wildly from side to side, my once black hair now disheveled, obscuring half my face. My long, white legs writhed and contracted with each thrust of his fingers
. I couldn't help but cry out in pain, completely naked, being brutally violated by several disgusting men. Every sacred part of my body was violated
—my breasts, especially my nipples, throbbed with intense pain; my genitals felt like they were being torn apart; my thighs were carelessly fondled; my lips and neck were kissed indiscriminately by the devil before me.
All of this plunged me—this beautiful college student—into the greatest shame and pain of my twenties, a shame I would never forget. After binding me, he grabbed
my legs again and forcefully pulled them apart. In that instant, I felt like I was waking from a dream, my eyes wide open, seeing his erect penis. The head of his penis pressed
against ; I knew it was the moment his penis touched the entrance of my vagina. I tensed up. "My body... am I really going to give it to this man now? He's not even as tall as me
, a migrant worker! Am I really going to become a woman like this today?" "No!" "What's wrong with you? This is the last second of your virginity!"

"From now on, you'll really be my girlfriend." He grinned wickedly. I knew I couldn't believe him now, but at this moment, no man could control his
desires. I couldn't possibly keep my virginity today. Humiliating a defiant and beautiful woman was already incredibly alluring, let alone this beautiful woman who was a stunning
virgin. Should I let him do it? I knew that every woman would eventually go through this stage, would be taken by a man, but I was still a bit too early. Oh well, let him do it
! "You, then you have to be gentle!" I closed my eyes, waiting for that moment! I felt his hot, hard penis, pressed against my lower body, begin to thrust forcefully
inside , penetrating my lower body in one go. His glans squeezed in, oh, so big. I could feel my vaginal opening being stretched open, the tightest part being stretched sore and
numb, the feeling was so intense. "Ah!" The sharp pain made me scream involuntarily, my body trembled. I knew that losing one's virginity would be extremely painful, but I still didn't expect
it to hurt this much. I let out a soft "Ah..." A sharp pain shot through my lower body, as if a red-hot iron had been plunged into my vagina. The pain was so intense that
I broke out in a cold sweat, my eyes glazed over, and I couldn't even scream; tears
streamed down my face. I knew that with this excruciating pain, I had lost my precious virginity, and a wave of grief washed over
me, causing even more tears to flow uncontrollably. A trickle of bright red virgin blood flowed down my vaginal opening to my thigh, leaving a long, striking bloodstain on my snow-white skin. Fortunately, after the first rough insertion, the old man didn't continue his brutal thrusting; he paused temporarily. Only then
could catch my breath, and I let out a long sigh of relief. The pain was still excruciating; his large penis throbbed inside my vagina, each throbbing sending shivers down my spine.
After a long while, I felt the pain begin to subside. "Ah!" I groaned again from the pain. I gasped softly, tears streaming down my face.
A feeling of fullness filled my body, but my face flushed red as I knew I had lost my virginity and was no longer a virgin! "It hurts! I... I don't want to do it anymore!"
"Okay, I'll pull out!" When the laborer pulled his penis out of my lower body, I saw red bloodstains on it, and a stream of blood flowed
onto the white and pink sheets. At that moment, I thought tragically that I had lost my virginity, that I had bled, that I was no longer a virgin, no longer a girl. My
unobstructed vagina would prove that a man had played with me before, that this innocent and pure girl had become "second-hand goods" under the laborer's body. Two seconds later,
Xiaotong's muscles began to relax. Seeing this, the laborer quickly thrust in again with great force. I suffered greatly and screamed again, "Don't... do... anymore!!
" My body swayed, and my muscles tensed up again. "It's too late now, it's already in again!" I felt his penis still slowly pushing into my vagina. I
quickly tensed my buttocks, trying to stop him from entering, but his penis was so big and hard that the clenched buttocks only made me feel his intrusion more intensely...
His penis slowly slid into my slippery vagina, stretching the vaginal opening wide. My labia, stretched almost to the point of tearing, tightly gripped the thick, hard shaft. I
let out a low, painful groan, my legs trembling uncontrollably. "Are you still in pain? It's okay, every woman feels this way the first time. It'll be over soon!" Seeing that he
had entered my body, I knew I was his, my body belonged to him. This pain was nothing, I let it go. My whole body went limp, and
he began to thrust harder, his hard penis continuing to slowly penetrate.

"Ah! Ah!" I felt as if an iron rod had been inserted into my vagina, the intense pain tearing at my lower body. The migrant worker kissed my alluring neck from behind,
kneading my full breasts with his thick hands, occasionally pinching my erect nipples with his nails. A surge of intense shame and pain overwhelmed me, and tears
streamed down my face. He was already more than halfway in. I bit my lip, tears welling in my eyes, as he took me. He withdrew his penis slightly, then thrust it in again
with a burst of ... His penis plunged into my vagina, and he began to push upwards forcefully. With a powerful thrust, "It's broken!" the migrant worker
shouted joyfully, cupping my smooth buttocks in his hands. I felt a tearing pain in my lower body, a throbbing ache throughout my entire being. A thick penis filled my
vagina completely. I knew that my virginity had vanished in that instant. A searing pain shot through my brain, and I
instinctively gripped the sheets tightly, screaming as tears welled in my eyes. He, however, seemed oblivious, continuing his rhythmic, machine-like thrusts
—one, two, three… Hearing the clear thud of my belly against his, feeling each contraction, I gave up struggling. I knew I
was powerless. I spread my legs wide to ease the pain in my lower body; his relentless thrusts filled me with a pang of heartache. My attention was
involuntarily drawn to the migrant worker who was on top of me, wantonly manipulating me. He
moved rhythmically in and out of my slippery vagina, and my breathing became erratic. His enormous penis touched my cervix, sending waves of intense stimulation through my lower abdomen. To my astonishment,
the pleasure emanating from my uterus aroused a strange sexual desire within me. I couldn't believe the intensity of this pleasure; instinctively, I felt fear. But the migrant worker
's penis kept thrusting in and out, gradually numbing my senses. In this blank state of mind, I could only instinctively accept the man's penis.
The tip had almost reached the deepest part of my body, and the pain came from my uterus. "Ugh... ugh..." Every time he thrust deeply, I
couldn't help but let out a painful groan, my beautiful brows furrowing. Each thrust made me twist my snow-white buttocks back and forth and side to side. My full, snow-white breasts also swayed up and down
with the thrusting movements. Perhaps my reaction further aroused the migrant worker's sadistic tendencies, because he suddenly lifted my legs high above my head and
thrust even deeper. Each thrust made me groan in pain. At this moment, the migrant worker fell into extreme excitement, his hands moving
upwards along , and suddenly pinching my clitoris hard. "Ah, no! Ah...ah...ah!" The migrant worker gently massaged my breasts with both hands, circling my nipples.
My once snow-white breasts were now flushed red. Some of the skin had been broken by the migrant worker's rough kneading, but they were now fuller and higher, and the pink
nipples were more erect. "Oh...oh..." I groaned, unsure whether it was pleasure, pain, or shame, but my lower body was in
excruciating pain from the brutal intercourse. The penis began to thrust violently again, the tip constantly hitting the uterine wall, making me feel as if it were reaching my internal organs, but also with an immense
sense of fullness. My head swayed incessantly, sparks of anger flashing in my eyes, and my whole body felt like it was being electrocuted. I was covered in a fine sweat, tears
mingling with my body. Strands of hair clung tightly to my face. It was my first time, and although I had already produced a considerable amount of fluid, I could
n't prolonged throbbing pain in my groin. My vulva was already red and swollen. Coupled with humiliation and shame, I finally let out another painful and helpless cry: "Ugh
...ugh...ah...ah...ha...ugh...God!" The laborer suddenly increased his speed, thrusting violently several times
, arching my entire body against the headboard. His penis plunged deep into my vagina again and again. My female instinct of shame made me try to close my thighs as tightly as possible,
but this only intensified the pain. The sphincter muscles inside my vagina contracted violently, and the laborer simultaneously reached orgasm, his black penis erupting like a volcano, spraying a stream of white semen into my
vagina . A stream of hot semen shot out with a "whoosh" and landed right on my clitoris. "Mmm," I felt the migrant worker's
semen; it was the first time I had ever received a man's semen. Then came the migrant worker's second stream of semen, which shot out inside me with another "whoosh." This time, my
body trembled. The third time, "whoosh," I held my breath, stopped crying out, and rolled my eyes back in the migrant worker's arms. The fourth stream, the fifth
stream—the migrant worker ejaculated countless times before stopping. Each spurt of his semen mercilessly ravaged my once pure and innocent womb, defiling the vulva that this
happy girl had once been so proud of, assaulting my overburdened heart. With each ejaculation of the migrant worker, I trembled and
was repeatedly shaken. Her mind was no longer capable of thought; she could only react to the physical pain—her legs repeatedly clamped around the migrant worker
's waist, her hands repeatedly clenched the crumpled sheets beneath her, her eyes were vacant, her genitals were swollen and red, her hair was disheveled, and her breathing was erratic… I couldn't help but convulse
, desperately clenching my penis with my last bit of strength. My brow twitched slightly; the bestial ravaging made me want to cry but couldn't.
My once proud breasts now ached as if dislocated, my clitoris and labia were engorged, and the inner walls of my vagina were severely damaged. Waves of tearing pain devoured my beautiful
body . I felt a jolt in my lower abdomen. After the spasm, I collapsed weakly onto the migrant worker. Although I was still conscious, my naked body was weak and powerless,
my breasts were sore from being squeezed, and my nipples and genitals felt burning. He gripped my breasts tightly and slowly climbed onto my body. The old man started moving again.
I weakly opened my eyes and saw him holding my chastity belt, trying to put it on me. "No, I can't wear it today!" "I know this is a chastity belt
. From now on, you're my woman, and you'll always have to wear this." Seeing that I was already in this state, I had no choice but to let him put the chastity belt, which I would have to wear from now
on , around my waist, with the leather hanging in front. He spread my legs, and looking at his outstretched hand, I could only slightly raise my body so he could put it on
my lower body. He grabbed the chain on the leather, passed it between my legs, and then pulled it up forcefully from behind, the leather covering my vaginal opening,
and then fastened it to the belt at my back. He then fastened the small lock to the belt, and with a forceful pull, I watched his movements, a little confused. Ah, was he going to lock
the chastity belt? I came to my senses: What was he doing? He was an old farmer; if I wore this, wouldn't I become an old farmer's woman! A sense of impending doom jolted
me awake. "Don't lock it!" I cried, covering my naked lower body with my hands, but it was too late. "Click!" I heard a clear
click as the latch tightened. He had already locked it, and I watched helplessly as he took the key and put it in his pocket. "What's wrong with you?" I knew I
was powerless to help. I looked down at my lower body; the leather was pressed tightly against my genitals. I touched my back; a chain was firmly attached to it.
Looking at the belt around my waist, seeing myself tightly bound by the very thing that imprisoned my woman's body, a feeling of heartache made me involuntarily clutch my clothes tightly, and
tears welled up in my eyes.

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