The Price of Vanity

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After graduating from university, I came to Guangdong to work. These days, it's hard for college graduates to find jobs. But thanks to my good looks and figure, I quickly landed a clerical position at a foreign trade company. My daily work was boring: answering phones, sending documents, and greeting clients.

Because of my appearance, I often faced harassment from colleagues and clients. I didn't even consider those "toads." I believed that with my abilities, finding a rich prince charming wouldn't be a problem.

The clerical salary was very low, only about a thousand yuan, not enough for my daily expenses. And I love beauty and like to appear wealthy. So sometimes I would spend one or two months' salary on pretty clothes and cosmetics.

There was a large shopping mall I frequented, occasionally buying expensive items. To show off my wealth, I always dressed beautifully when I went shopping. This greatly attracted the attention of many men and greatly satisfied my vanity.

However, one unfortunate day finally arrived.

Our company had a six-day work week, with Sundays off. That day, it happened to be the first Sunday of the month, and I'd just received my salary. I was planning to buy something at the department store. I took a shower, put on the sexy lingerie set I'd bought last month, flesh-colored stockings pulled up to my thighs, a white blouse with an embroidered collar, a black mini-skirt, and white high-heeled sandals. Then I grabbed my beloved handbag, sprayed on some perfume, and headed out.

The department store wasn't crowded, probably because it sold mostly high-end goods; there weren't many customers, mostly wealthy people, or people like me trying to appear rich despite not being wealthy.

The selection was dazzling, and I spotted a set of ultra-thin black lace panties.

The sales assistant said there was only one set left, and it would take at least two or three months to get more. I checked the size, and it fit me perfectly, but when I looked at the price tag, I was shocked—the price far exceeded my monthly salary. To avoid letting the sales assistant see my shabby expression, I shook my head, said I didn't like it, and walked away. I wandered around for a while, my mind still preoccupied with buying that set of lingerie. I guess I'm what people call a shopaholic these days. But I don't have that much money. If I wait until next month to buy it, someone else might just snatch it up. I went back again. This time the sales assistant wasn't there. I checked my watch; it was almost midnight. I figured the staff had probably all gone home for dinner. There were hardly any people left in the mall; only a few security guards were still standing in the distance. Driven by an intense urge to buy, I reached for the beautifully packaged lingerie. I glanced around; no one was watching. I quickly stuffed the lingerie into my bag. To avoid suspicion, I picked out a few cheaper items and headed to the checkout, my heart pounding. I calmed myself down, paid for the cheap items, and was about to walk out the door when the security detectors on both sides beeped. A security guard with a walkie-talkie immediately approached me. I panicked. If he took my bag, wouldn't they find my underwear? My mind went blank, and I turned and ran. But wearing high heels, I couldn't run fast. In no time, the security guard with the walkie-talkie grabbed me from behind, his hands tightly wrapped around my chest, my breasts completely enveloped by his large hands. I struggled desperately, trying to get rid of his hateful hands. But the more I struggled, the tighter his hands held me.

I yelled, "Let go of me! You filthy thing!"

"Why are you running? Did you steal something?"

"No...no...no!" I stammered, my face flushed.

A moment later, two more security guards arrived, and the man with the walkie-talkie reluctantly released his hands. I thought, this was probably the first time he'd ever touched such a beautiful woman's breasts. The other two men dragged me away like a rabbit, and soon a large crowd gathered. Chinese people love a good show. Afraid of running into acquaintances from work, I kept my head down, wanting only to leave that awful place as quickly as possible.

My mind was buzzing, and my heart trembled with fear. I don't know how long I walked, only that I climbed a few flights of stairs and finally arrived at a small room. The room was completely enclosed by walls, with several televisions mounted on one wall, displaying footage of every corner of the mall. The room contained a long sofa, a desk, and two armchairs. Little did I know this was a CCTV monitoring room.

As soon as I entered, the man with the walkie-talkie closed and locked the door. A chilling atmosphere enveloped me; my instincts told me that something terrible was about to happen. I remembered seeing police interrogating criminals on television, sometimes using torture.

Sure enough, the one with the walkie-talkie snatched my bag and said menacingly, "Squat down, hands behind your back."

I squatted down as he said. I looked around blankly, wondering what they would do to me, the thief. Would they beat me? Would they rape me? Would they take me to the police station? If so, my reputation, my job, my file, and my future would be ruined.

The one with the walkie-talkie started searching my bag. Only then did I begin to see their faces clearly. The one with the walkie-talkie was probably their captain or boss. He was about 1.75 meters tall, very muscular, with a dark face and a scar on his forehead. I guessed he might have been a thug or a gangster in the past. The other two were a fat man, bloated and greasy, disgusting to look at, and a thin, younger-looking man, probably someone who had just started working. The fat man called him "Xiao San" (a nickname).

Scarface emptied everything from my bag onto the desk: lipstick, mirror, comb, sanitary napkins and other feminine items, my ID card, and the expensive lingerie set. The mistress took my ID and started recording it. Scarface

stared at the sanitary napkins for a while, then picked up the lingerie set and asked, "Where did this come from?"

I lied and said, "I bought it at another store."

"Really? If I find out you took it from our store, you're in big trouble."

Next, they reviewed the security footage and called the store's sales staff. After about half an hour, they finally confirmed that I had indeed stolen the lingerie set.

At that moment, Scarface grabbed my collar, lifted me up, and slapped me hard across the face. "Smack!" I felt stars flash before my eyes, and one side of my face burned.

I said again, "I didn't steal it!"

Then I was slapped on the other side of my face. It hurt so much! I cried. No one had ever hit me like that before.

"Damn it, the evidence is irrefutable, you still want to deny it!" Scarface pointed at me, cursing, holding the lingerie set.

The other two men watched the scene with smug satisfaction. The fat man muttered to himself,

"So young, and so pretty. If you don't have money to buy it, you can pretend to be rich!"

Scarface cursed for a while, then brought me a piece of paper and a pen, telling me to write down what I had done. I instinctively reached for a chair to sit down and write, but Scarface's large hand slapped my hand as I reached for the chair.

"Who told you to sit down? Write standing up!"

I picked up the pen, hunching over and leaning on the table to write. This way, my backside was directly facing the fat man and the mistress. Because my skirt was too short and I was hunched over, my lower body was easily exposed. And in front, Scarface had just pulled up my collar, and my two full breasts were now clearly visible to him through the collar. I was writing intently out of fear, unaware that my private parts were being exposed. The fat guy squatted behind me and looked at my little butt. After he finished looking, he whispered to his mistress, both of them with lewd smiles on their faces.

I finished writing quickly and showed it to Scarface. He glanced at it, and without a word, slapped me on the butt and pinched it hard, saying menacingly, "Damn it, you trying to fool me? Rewrite it!"

Trembling, I started writing again, this time making the content more realistic. When I finished and gave it to him, he told me to rewrite it again, slapped my butt again, and pinched me again, this time harder than before. I glared at him fiercely. I protested, "I've already finished writing, haven't I?"

"I told you to write, so write!" he said, gesturing to hit me again.

I quickly dodged and could only continue writing.

In my heart, I cursed: Vulgar! Pervert!

Fatty probably saw my little butt to his heart's content. Fatty and his mistress's lewd laughter attracted Scarface, and the three of them started whispering and then lewdly laughing.

After I finished writing this time, Scarface and Fatty came over together.

The fat man smiled and said, "Miss, we'll take your picture later, put it on your record, and then hand it over to the police. We've already registered your ID card; don't let us see you in the mall again."

I was stunned. If they handed me over to the police, I would be charged with theft and might be detained for a few days. That would mean I'd be fired from my job, and my file would be tarnished, making it difficult to find work in the future.

Scarface seemed to sense my worries and threatened me, "When you get to the police station, they'll change your clothes, put you in prison clothes, and then blacklist your name online. You'll carry the burden of having been a thief for the rest of your life."

I'm naturally timid and proud, and Scarface's words seemed to awaken me. I suddenly knelt down and pleaded with them, "Please, don't hand me over to the police, I beg you."

"If we don't hand you over to the police, then how do you want us to handle it?" the fat man said.

I was silent for a moment, then said, "Let's settle this privately."

"How do you mean, settle this privately? Tell me?" The fat man grinned lewdly as he walked up to me.

"I'll pay you back," I said, mustering my courage.

"Tch! Who cares about your money!" Scarface said impatiently.

"As long as you behave and play with the three of us, we'll call it even, hehe!" The fat man said, reaching out to touch my butt.

I immediately flinched away, crying and begging, "Please, please let me go!"

"Let you go? Why didn't you think of that when you were stealing?" Scarface pressed closer.

"Come on, come here, do it, stop talking shit." Scarface lunged at me menacingly.

I was held tightly like a chick, unable to move. I twisted and turned, trying to break free.

Scarface brought his face close to mine, threatening, "You'd better behave, or you'll be sorry! We'll strip you naked, film it, and upload it online so the whole world can see your slutty side!"

I felt goosebumps all over. I'd imagined being raped before, but never about being filmed. And if the video was ever recorded and never recovered, I'd be stripped naked in front of countless men, my genitals displayed and played with, my sacred hole penetrated in public.

The thought filled my voice with nameless fear.

"Let me go!" I pleaded desperately.

"Don't rush, we'll let you go after we've had our fun." Scarface's left arm was around me, his right hand stroking my buttocks. I twisted my body and buttocks, trying to get rid of his hateful hand. Suddenly,

I felt a chill down my lower body; Scarface had lifted my skirt. My buttocks, clad in white lace panties, were completely exposed. I tried to pull my skirt down, but found my hands were being held tightly by two other people. I looked down and saw that Fatty and Mistress were holding my hands firmly, immobilizing my upper body.

Then, a cold hand slipped into my underwear, and I screamed in terror. The hand didn't stop because of my scream; it continued to move downwards. I sobbed, "Please, no, no!"

I pressed my legs tightly together, trying to protect my most private area. But I couldn't resist. The hand slid down my pubic hair, then to my clitoris, and several fingers stroked back and forth on my labia. My breasts were also being kneaded by the two men. Suddenly, I felt a finger inserted into my vagina. I cried out in fright again as the finger dug and probed inside. My nipples actually reacted to the kneading of Fatty and Mistress. They ripped open the embroidered collar of my white shirt, revealing my breasts, which were encased in a white bra. I struggled desperately, but to no avail.

Scarface pulled out his slightly damp finger and held it in front of my eyes, lewdly saying, "Tsk tsk! You're already wet, and you still say no. You're obviously a slut who needs to be fucked!" With that, he ripped my underwear off in one swift motion. My bare white buttocks and beautiful vulva were exposed.

The three of them carried me to the desk like they were helping a child urinate. They made me lie on my back with my legs spread in an M shape, and I struggled against them.

Scarface slapped my buttocks hard: "Behave yourself, or we'll shove a steel pipe into your asshole!" I trembled with fear, tears streaming down my face as I pleaded, "Please, please don't! Please don't!"

Fatty and the other man held my upper body down tightly, while Scarface spread my legs as wide as possible in an M shape.

My beautiful vulva was now fully exposed. Only a small tuft of pubic hair grew on the mound at the front, below which were two thick, light brown ridges, slightly wrinkled – these were the labia majora. The two labia minora were tender and smooth, the whole shape resembling a small steamed bun, irresistibly alluring.

The three men's eyes were fixed on between my legs. My two jade-like legs, clad in stockings and high-heeled sandals, further accentuated the beauty and sexiness of my vulva.

"What a cunt! So tender, it must not have been fucked by many men." Scarface stared at my beautiful hole, clicking his tongue in admiration.

"I've fucked so many girls, but I've never seen such a beautiful cunt! It'll be so good to fuck it later, hehe." Fatty leered.

Indeed, my vulva was something I was quite proud of. In college, my boyfriend praised my vulva, and I called him a pervert, asking if he had slept with other women. He said he had seen many cunts in porn. Later, they encouraged me to watch porn, so we learned many sexual positions from porn. After graduating from university, we broke up. After starting work, I took good care of my private parts, cleaning them frequently. The thought of my beautiful, tender place being taken over by these thugs made my heart ache.

Scarface's fingers roughly scraped my clitoris, and my body trembled. I knew my final humiliation was about to begin. Fatty and Mistress started unbuttoning my bra. I struggled unwillingly, but it was futile, and that was all I could do. As the bra was torn off, my two breasts trembled and stood out. My full, white breasts were kneaded by the two men, and my nipples were already hard and erect.

Fatty saw my alluring breasts and exclaimed in surprise, "Wow, so white, such tender breasts!" After saying that, he started sucking on one of my breasts, and Mistress followed suit, sucking on the other breast.

Scarface then inserted a finger into my vagina, digging and probing incessantly, while his tongue licked my clitoris. The stimulation of three sensitive areas caused a significant change in my body. I felt a constant tingling, numb, and itchy sensation in my genitals, a sensation that first traveled to my brain and then spread throughout my entire body. It was pleasurable, but the shame made me hold back. However, the pleasure kept coming, assaulting my last defenses. My uncooperative genitals couldn't help but leak out streams of vaginal fluid.

"Haha, you're wet! So much fluid! You said you didn't want it, but I think you really want it!" Scarface's words filled me with unbearable shame.

The three men began taking turns fondling my breasts and vagina. I closed my eyes, enduring the humiliation. My body writhed and trembled. A muffled sob escaped my throat.

"Click, click!" The mechanical sound made me open my eyes. I was shocked to see Scarface holding a digital camera, taking pictures of my genitals. I panicked and screamed, "No, no!" My desperate struggle freed me from their grasp, and I sat up abruptly. I covered my genitals with one hand and waved the other, trying to stop them from taking pictures.

Scarface slowly put down his camera, leering, and said, "You don't have to take pictures, as long as you behave and do as we say. After you're done, I'll delete the photos from the camera in front of you. Otherwise, you know what the consequences will be."

Only then did I realize they had planned this. My last line of defense had completely collapsed, and I nodded in humiliation.

Seeing that I had completely submitted, the three men didn't rush to pull me away. Instead, they stood there, unzipped their pants, and took out their semi-erect penises, stroking them.

Scarface ordered me to take off my skirt, which I reluctantly did, leaving me only in stockings and sandals. Her legs were smooth and long, like jade; her buttocks were beautifully rounded and white as snow; she wore only an open white shirt, and her breasts stood proudly erect. The three men stared at her, their eyes practically spitting fire.

"Come here!" Scarface commanded fiercely.

I timidly walked up to him.

"Kneel down!" I had no choice but to obey. I knelt down, my face directly facing his crotch, his penis right in front of me. I was so ashamed that I drooped my eyelids, unable to look.

"Look at my dick!" He grabbed my hair, forcing me to look up at his penis. Only then did I see what his penis looked like. It was big and long. Much bigger than my ex-boyfriend's. The foreskin was short and a bit dark, indicating he'd been with many women; the glans was purple.

"Suck it. I gave you a blowjob earlier, now it's your turn. You know what to do, right?" He pulled my head and shoved his penis into my mouth. The pungent smell of his penis made me want to vomit.

I'd watched porn with my boyfriend before, so I knew what they were going to do. I started sucking on it. His penis was a little hot, not as cold as my fingers. I was a little slow, and I got slapped across the face.

"Hurry up, lick it with your tongue!" Scarface yanked my hair hard, threatening me menacingly.

I had no choice but to speed up my sucking and licking.

Scarface tilted his head back, squinted his eyes, and groaned comfortably:

"Oh, oh, so good, this girl's oral skills are really good!"

Suddenly, Scarface pulled my head back and forth, rhythmically thrusting his penis in and out of my mouth, like he was having sex. To ease the pain of my hair pulling on my scalp, I could only respond to his movements. His

penis started to grow thicker and harder in my mouth. When he pulled it out, a shiny, saliva-covered rod stood proudly before me, and I was stunned.

Then Fatty and Mistress came over. Fatty's penis was short and thick, the glans like an egg, with bulging veins on the foreskin. With my diligent sucking and licking, Fatty's penis quickly became erect. Mistress's penis looked a bit like my ex-boyfriend's, the glans red and dripping with precum. When I took his banana-sized penis into my mouth, I could clearly feel it trembling. The semen tasted salty in my mouth, like egg white. Just as I was enjoying it, a thick, hot, fishy liquid sprayed into my mouth. Mistress cried out, "Oh, oh!" He had ejaculated. Scarface and Fatty laughed loudly, scolding Mistress for being useless and ejaculating so quickly. I vomited the semen disgustedly.

Scarface ordered me to lie on my back on the desk, my legs and buttocks in an M-shape. I could only submit and obey. By this time, I had given up resisting; I just wanted to end this humiliating situation as quickly as possible. I thought that once they were satisfied, they would let me go.

Scarface and Fatty quickly stripped me naked from the waist down. Scarface dragged my buttocks to the edge of the table, his lower body almost touching the table's height. He grabbed my left ankle with his left hand and my right ankle with his right, spreading my thighs wide apart. He then thrust his huge penis forcefully into my narrow vagina. Although I was prepared for the impact, the excessive pain still made me scream. I felt a thick, hot penis thrusting into my clitoris, the vaginal sphincter muscles surrounding the enormous penis spasming with pain.

The brutal friction was like a pile driver, pounding into my body and nerves one after another. Scarface gripped my soft breasts tightly with both hands, thrusting rapidly, each stroke forceful and deep, as if he wanted to squeeze his testicles into my vaginal walls.

The excruciating pain made me scream "Ah...ah...ah!" as large beads of sweat poured from my forehead.

My mind was a complete mess, my face contorted in agony, and an overwhelming sense of humiliation lingered, causing tears to stream down my face again.

Scarface, hearing my screams and seeing my dazed state, thrust even more perversely.

Fatty watched our two bodies writhing together without flinching, while the other man stared in disbelief, probably never having witnessed such a scene before.

After a few hundred thrusts, Scarface seemed to tire. He carried me to the sofa, pressing my legs against my chest, so that my entire buttocks and vulva faced the ceiling. This position allowed for deeper penetration. I was dazed and confused by fear and pain, my gaze blank and utterly lost.

Scarface aimed his large, semen-covered penis at my vagina and sat down on it. "Ah!" I cried out, then began to sob.

Each thrust went all the way in, then he slowly withdrew to the glans, before quickly thrusting it back in, each thrust accompanied by a scream.

My pelvis was pressed down by his heavy buttocks, forcing me to lie on my back, my breasts pointing skyward. Scarface kneaded them forcefully, making me scream "Ah, ah, ah!"

After Scarface's rough handling, my body was slowly changing. I didn't want this change, but this sudden, violent attack made my body extremely sensitive, even beyond my control. I felt my nipples harden again, my lower body burning, and a tingling sensation washing over me once more. Semen flowed continuously, moistening his penis, seemingly protecting my tender vagina.

My tender flesh enveloped his penis, tightening more and more. Driven by excitement, the scarred penis made its final thrust, and my cries grew faster and faster. I felt myself approaching the peak of orgasm. "Faster... ah... faster... ah!... No, stop... ah... ah... ah... ah!!! ...

"That was fucking awesome!"

Because I hadn't heard the command, I stupidly kept my white, tender thighs wide open, striking a pose as if welcoming another round, while white semen continued to flow from my vagina, and tears still glistened deep in my eyes.

The fat man shook his head: "Boss, playing like that will ruin any woman, it's not fun at all. Watch me demonstrate."

He turned to me: "Then, be a good girl, I'll definitely treat you well."

I nodded "Mmm," tears of humiliation streaming down my face.

The fat man told me to turn around, feet on the ground, hands on the sofa. As soon as he pressed down on my snow-white back, I involuntarily arched my plump, white buttocks. This doggy-style position made me feel both ashamed and excited. The fat man pressed close to my back, one hand reaching forward to touch my wet pubic hair, the other guiding his penis into my body from behind. Because Scarface had ejaculated inside me earlier, it was very lubricated. The fat man squatted slightly, then stood up, pressing himself against my back. I let out a soft "Ah!" as I felt a thick, hard penis easily penetrate my vagina. After penetrating me, the fat man reached forward and grabbed my breasts, kneading them continuously, while his lower body thrust incessantly, fucking my vagina.

Because the fat man with the scar was much gentler, I felt much more comfortable, and my buttocks moved back and forth to meet his thrusts. My previous screams turned into moans.

The fat man grabbed a strand of my hair and pulled it back with one hand, while twisting my hand backward with the other. To prevent him from hurting my genitals, and also for more comfort, I involuntarily raised my buttocks higher, making it easier for the man to penetrate. This position reminded me of riding a horse.

After a while of this, the fat man found a chair with armrests and sat down. He then told me to sit facing him in a very lewd position. I spread my silk-stockinged legs and straddled his lap. He then told me to lift my buttocks. He held his penis with one hand and brushed my labia with the other, aiming at my vagina, and slowly inserted it. His penis was fully inside, exposing my breasts to the fat man. He opened his greasy mouth and began to lick them with his tongue. A strange pleasure surged through me: I just wanted to give my whole body to this lewd man. My lower body was already very itchy, and my nipples were hard and throbbing. I gripped the armrests and began to move my hips up and down wildly, moaning softly.

Soon, the fat man removed my shirt, exposing my beautiful back to the three of them. Standing to the side, Scarface said enviously, "Fatty, you've really got some skills! No wonder you're a master at destroying women."

My gaze wandered, and I saw that the other man's penis had hardened again. It's said that men recover within half an hour of ejaculation. Seeing this today, it's definitely true. Fatty wrapped his arms around my waist, sucking on my breasts incessantly.

Waves of pleasure washed over me, and I clung tightly to Fatty's neck, instinctively wriggling my hips rapidly.

I wanted him to devour my breasts and penetrate me even deeper.

My moans, a mixture of pain and pleasure, were accompanied by soft sobs. This excited Fatty, and soon he started thrusting himself, faster and faster. I knew he was about to ejaculate. Suddenly, he thrust, holding me tightly, burying his head deep into my cleavage. I felt a surge of hot liquid shoot into my uterus, and I collapsed limply onto him.

The other man had ejaculated before he could have penetrated me, which made him feel embarrassed and ashamed. So this time he wanted to fuck me properly.

He told me to crawl on the sofa like a bitch, then grabbed my snow-white, tender buttocks with both hands and thrust his banana-sized cock into me from behind. Because he had already ejaculated once, his ejaculation time was now greatly prolonged.

He practiced the moves of the two predecessors one by one, and finally put one of my legs on his shoulder, my other leg on the ground, my hands supporting me on the sofa, in a suspended position for him to fuck me. He quickly reached orgasm and ejaculated into my vagina.

Scarface and Fatty, who were standing to the side, quickly regained their fighting power and the two of them started to fuck me together, one fucking my mouth and the other fucking my vagina, taking turns raping me. I don't know how long I was tortured, but in the end, I was exhausted. Their white semen was everywhere on my body, breasts, mouth, and vaginal opening.

They deleted the photos from the digital camera in front of me. I put on my torn and rumpled clothes, tidied up the things in my bag, washed up in the bathroom, and went home.

When I got home, the first thing I did was take a shower. I scrubbed and rubbed my entire body, trying to wash away all the dirt. I used my fingers to dig out the remaining semen from my genitals, bit by bit. After showering, I changed into new clothes, bought emergency contraception at the pharmacy, took it at home, and then went to sleep. That night, I had recurring nightmares. I never went back to that shopping mall. Now, my heart is much calmer. I'm trying to forget this shameful experience, but how can the wounds of the heart heal so easily?

[The End]

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