The Unfortunate Experiences of a Busty Nun

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My name is Shi Jingkong, my secular name is Li Jiawen, and I am 21 years old. Since childhood, I have longed for the life of a monastic. Therefore, since junior high school, I have been eating vegetarian food and chanting Buddhist scriptures every day. During summer vacation, I often participated in short-term monastic camps to better understand Buddhism and experience the life of a monastic. However, I have always been hesitant about whether or not I should actually become a nun. During the summer vacation of my senior year of junior high school when I was 15, I made up my mind to become a nun and live a life of quiet practice. So I discussed it with my family, and they all agreed. Therefore, after receiving the approval of the abbess of a nunnery, I became a nun. My friends saw that I was good-looking, had a good figure, was tall, and had beautiful long, straight black hair. They thought that I could do other better and more lucrative jobs, such as modeling. Therefore, before I became a nun, they asked me to think about it more, but my mind was made up. Therefore, they all felt quite regretful about my decision.
I was the first new nun to join my nunnery in many years. To recruit new members, they recently implemented a rule that heads didn't need to be shaved, and I was the first person to join after this new rule took effect. Although I continued to keep my long hair—which I'd never cut since childhood, only sporting a short, bob-like fringe covering my forehead and eyebrows—everything else remained the same. I still performed rituals daily, ate vegetarian meals, and chanted Buddhist scriptures. I still wore the same loose, grey robes that couldn't completely conceal my large breasts, grey shoes with three holes in each shoe, and the white socks typical of nuns. Despite all this, I felt content, because my long-held wish had finally come true. Even though I was now a nun, I still couldn't help feeling happy whenever someone said I looked pure and lovely in my robes and shoes.
Several months ago on this day, my fellow nuns and I went down the mountain to participate in a Dharma assembly. This was the first time I had left the monastery since becoming a nun to assist with the assembly at a temple down the mountain. I put on my robes, braided my hair, and wore my monk's hat before setting off. The assembly went smoothly and ended successfully at 10 p.m. I volunteered to stay behind to close the temple where the assembly was held, but I never imagined this would be the beginning of my misfortune.
I took a bus back up the mountain. I sat by the window, and because it was late and the assembly and the rule of not eating after noon had left me exhausted, I quickly fell asleep. Little did I know that the passenger sitting next to me was a lecherous man, and I was raped by him.
Shortly after, I woke up and discovered that my shorts and underwear beneath my monk's robe were soaked. I was terrified, believing it was due to insufficient spiritual practice and a wet dream. Ashamed, I quickly got off the bus, repeatedly chanting "Amitabha," repenting to the Buddha for having a wet dream and breaking the precepts.
Since it was my first time returning to the temple alone, I was terrified of the nearby forest. I continued chanting, hoping for the Buddha's protection, but even this couldn't prevent what awaited me.
Soon after I got off the bus, a man suddenly appeared, pointing a knife at me. Seeing this, I said to the man, "Esteemed benefactor, what do you want to do?"
The man said with a lewd look, "Come with me and you'll find out. If you don't come, what will happen?"
I said, "What do you want to do? Are you going to rape me? Aren't you afraid of the karmic retribution for raping me?"
I tried to run away, but the man said, "You won't listen to reason, so you'll have to suffer the consequences? I think you don't want to live! Come with me!"
After saying that, he forcibly lifted me up and covered my mouth with his other hand, preventing me from calling for help. He then dragged me into the woods. I struggled desperately, but he was a big man, so my struggles were naturally futile. Soon, I was dragged into the woods.
Although it was late at night, and there was no one else around except for the man and me, after he put me down, he quickly pulled out some duct tape and taped my mouth shut to prevent me from calling for help. I didn't even have a chance to scream. Then he slapped me twice and said, "Retribution? Karma is a minor matter. All I know is that you're a celibate nun with long hair who's pretty and horny! I've slept with a bunch of women from all walks of life and never been caught. And you're talking to me about retribution?"
Being in the already dark forest, with the deep night and the desolate scenery all around, coupled with the pain of being slapped, I started to cry and touched the spots where I had been hit.
Then he tied my hands to a tree and started playing with my ID card and peeking at my ordination certificate. Terrified by his actions, I turned pale and struggled uncontrollably.
At this moment, the man walked up to me, leering at me, and said, "Can't wait, huh?"
Because my mouth was gagged, I couldn't say anything, and could only shake my head desperately, denying his opinion.
The man then said, "You want me to bring a condom?"
I shook my head again. Then the man said, "So you want me to have sex with you without any worries, right?"
As he said this, he deliberately pulled my hair, forcing me to nod. The excruciating pain made me nod unwillingly, and tears of humiliation streamed down my face. Unexpectedly, he started licking my neck and my tears, and then he began licking my cheeks, earlobes, and neck. This feeling disgusted me utterly, but what could I do?
After thoroughly licking my entire body, the man started to pull off my already soaked pants and underwear, and kissed my genitals. He then asked me, "Did I enjoy what I did to you in the car?"
Hearing this, I suddenly realized that what happened in the car was all his doing. I thought to myself, "You'll get your comeuppance sooner or later! Karma always works. Even if you don't get your comeuppance in this life, someone as beastly as you will go to hell after you die!"
However, after kissing my genitals, the man even spread them open and looked at the inside of my genitals. All of this filled me with extreme horror and disgust. The man stared at my genitals while verbally abusing me. His words caused me both pain and humiliation. He said to me, "How rare! A beautiful virgin at twenty-one, becoming a nun before experiencing the greatest pleasures of life. It's such a pity."
"Yes, I've never had sex, but so what? I voluntarily gave up sex for the sake of spiritual practice. I was willing to give up such pleasures, but you, you beastly lecher, have ruined all of that!" I thought to myself as the man spoke to me.
Then the man said, "No one to deflower you? I'll take the loss and deflower you. I'm experienced in deflowering, I guarantee you'll remember it vividly afterwards." Then he grabbed my collar, tore my monk's robe apart, revealing the robe I was wearing underneath, and then casually untied it.
I felt extremely humiliated, but what could I do with my hands tied? As he undressed me, I tried to kick him with my free legs, but it was no use.
Seeing me kick, he picked up a knife and said to me, "If you kick again, I'll kill you! I'll also post all your pornographic photos online under an anonymous name, ruining your reputation!"
Hearing this, I was terrified and pulled my legs back. Then he started rubbing my breasts through my clothes, twisting them forcefully with his fingers. He then stripped off the last of my clothes and even took pictures of me. When he saw my breasts, he deliberately asked, "Your breasts are 40-inch D, right?"
I could only helplessly confirm his opinion, but everything he did made me feel extremely uncomfortable. What could I do?
After he had his fill, he pinned me down tightly and spread my thighs apart. Then, he inserted part of his glans into my vagina and said, "It's time to break your hymen."
He then started counting down: "Five, four, three, two, one!" and pressed the head of his penis against my hymen.
The man then began to penetrate my hymen. After several minutes of thrusting, my hymen, which I had preserved for twenty-one years, was finally pierced, and virgin blood dripped down his penis. I wanted to cry, but I couldn't. I never imagined that my virginity would be lost like this.
At this moment, the man said to me, "See that blood? This proves that you have become a real woman, a woman whom I have broken."
Then the man began to thrust into me, and a series of pleasures became unbearable. My thighs involuntarily clamped around his waist, and at the same time, he used his free hands to vigorously squeeze my large breasts, kneading them so hard that they deformed, and the flesh peeked out from between his fingers.
Then he said, "It's time to give you a souvenir." He then accelerated his thrusting with his penis, hundreds of powerful attacks directly hitting the end of my uterus, and my lower body continued to flow with blood and fluid.
Afterwards, he said to me, "I want my semen to be inside you for the rest of your life." Then he ejaculated inside me. By this time, exhausted from a whole day of the Dharma assembly and his torment, I was completely limp and powerless. So after he untied me, I lay helplessly on the ground, hoping he would stop immediately.
Unexpectedly, he leered at me and said, "So easily exhausted? That was only the first half."
Hearing this, I was terrified, but thinking of his powerful physique, I feared he would kill me. Coupled with my utter exhaustion, I dared not resist and had no strength left to do so. I could only obediently submit to him, letting him sit on me.
Once on top of me, he demanded that I clamp my forty-inch breasts tightly around his penis and lick his glans with my tongue. I wanted to take the opportunity to bite off his glans and escape, but seeing the knife beside him, my heart turned cold. I feared that resisting him would lead to something even more terrifying, so I had no choice but to obediently do as he commanded.
After licking for a while, he said to me, "Big-breasted hot dog sausage, good licking gets you a reward. You've made me feel really good, so please enjoy my hot semen." Then a stream of milky white fluid sprayed forcefully onto my beautiful face.
This feeling was really disgusting, but then he commanded me, "Lick it clean, or you'll regret it!" I didn't dare to resist, so I had no choice but to lick up what he had ejaculated.
Then he made me hug a big tree with both hands, and then handcuffed me to the tree. After that, he said to me, "If you can't decide, then decide on anal sex!"
I was terrified when I heard his words, but I didn't dare to do anything and could only let him do as he pleased.
Then he said, "Don't worry, I'll be very gentle. Actually, I've never liked this stuff, but seeing how beautiful your anus is, I wanted to try it on you."
Then the man took out a can of oil from his bag and said to me, "This is lubricant, pure plant oil, harmless to humans and animals."
Then I saw the man smear the oil on his penis, and even lick some with the tip of his tongue. Afterwards, he used his oil-soaked tongue to lick my anus, then began to rub my breasts, and forcibly spread my legs with his own. Then he inserted his penis into my anus and began to thrust rapidly, even biting and pulling at my ears, causing my genitals to rub against the bark. All of this caused me pain. Finally, he even ejaculated inside my anus.
I was played with by him for two whole hours. After he finished, I cried again. Why did I have to go through such a thing? Did I commit some sin in my past life that led to him raping me in this life? After penetrating my anus, he deliberately slapped my buttocks and said, "Does it hurt? How does it feel to have your virginity eaten by this pervert? Unforgettable, isn't it? But your ass is much easier to fuck than your vagina. Did
I ejaculate all my semen into your asshole?" Because of the intense pain, my body trembled uncontrollably, and then, due to the pain and exhaustion, I lost control of my bladder.
At this point, he said to me, "What are you doing? So my good Jingkong has been played with until she lost control of her bladder! You held it in all night, didn't you? Look, there's a lot!" He
continued to mock me, then pointed his penis at me and said, "You're done. Now it's my turn to pee." He then urinated on me, spraying my face, and left afterward. I was left standing there, weeping, utterly humiliated.
The next morning, I was found by an older woman who was picking mushrooms in the forest. She helped me get dressed and kindly took me to the police station. I told her everything that had happened to me. I felt ruined and unworthy to continue my spiritual practice, and even considered disrobing. But my master persuaded me to stay. She said it wasn't my fault; the other man had an excessively high sex drive and would rape any pretty girl he saw. She told me to continue my spiritual practice to heal my wounds and to punish the rapist by living a good life. However, I still hope that the rapist will be caught. But several months have passed since I was raped, and the police still haven't caught the rapist who raped me that day.

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