Regret at the Cape

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The first three days of my trip to Hainan with my boyfriend were the most enjoyable of my life. We strolled arm-in-arm, playing in the mountains and water, watching the sunrise, listening to the waves, and running wild on the sparsely populated white sand beaches. However, on the afternoon of the third day, tragedy struck. We were frantically chasing crabs along the reef, and I, who had never seen so many crabs before, screamed with excitement.

My boyfriend was jumping around on the reef. But, our joy turned to sorrow.

Just as we were getting into the swing of things, a wave crashed in, and my boyfriend, startled, slipped off the rocks. Unfortunately, his legs became stuck between the rocks.

My nightmare began.

He couldn't get free, and I was powerless to move the rocks on my own. Terror gripped me, and the excitement of crab-catching vanished.

We started discussing calling for help. I looked around and realized we had reached a very remote cape. His face was turning pale, and although the bleeding from his thighs wasn't severe, it had already soaked the sand around the rocks.

I panicked completely and ran along the beach towards the city.

Almost completely exhausted, I still couldn't see a soul.

Just as I was about to burst into despair and waile, I saw them. To me, they were like angels.

I begged them for help, breathlessly describing our predicament. They were initially shocked by my sudden appearance. I didn't notice their lustful stares at my swimsuit-clad figure from the start, nor could I care about their rudeness; I was only thinking about getting them to rescue my boyfriend.

Without waiting for their reply, I turned and ran towards where my boyfriend was trapped, urging them to come with me to the rescue. I naively believed that everyone would help those in danger; it was a matter of course.

They did indeed follow me. But little did I know that these two were lecherous men with malicious intentions.

They looked on with schadenfreude when they saw my boyfriend's situation. I was consumed by rage, while they only stared intently at my chest.

I begged them to help me move the rocks. Just a little bit would allow my boyfriend to escape. I promised them a reward after rescuing my boyfriend, and I gave them all the two hundred-plus dollars I'd brought from my backpack on the beach.

But they demanded ten thousand, mocking me, saying, "Why don't you hand over ten thousand dollars now? Where are you going to get it back later?"

I didn't have that much money at the time, so I agreed to write them an IOU. But they still made things difficult, saying the IOU wasn't valid.

I said, "Then what do you want in return for rescuing him?"

Good heavens! They wanted me to have sex with them right there.

I was furious, denouncing them for taking advantage of me and warning them that assaulting me was a crime.

They completely ignored me, instead warning me that if I didn't ask them to rescue my boyfriend, he would surely die when the tide came in.

My boyfriend yelled at them, telling them to get lost and not to be rescued.

Seeing their lewd grins, I frantically backed away, my body pressed against the rocks. They surrounded me, clearly with ill intentions. I screamed, but the howling sea wind made me feel incredibly weak.

My boyfriend screamed desperately, telling me to run away. A tearing sound suddenly cut off, and I was horrified to find that my boyfriend had fainted.

I rushed over to try to revive him, but the two thugs grabbed me at the same time, saying, "He won't die. It's better to let him pass out. It's not good to watch your woman being played with." I cried and begged them to stop, but they forced me against a rock and groped my body with one hand each. I screamed and kicked wildly, but I was no match for two strong men.

They leered at me. One of them grabbed my chin and said that if I cooperated, they would save my boyfriend after they were done. Otherwise, they would just sit by and watch him drown. Seeing that

I couldn't escape their humiliation, I had no choice but to endure it to save my boyfriend.

I stopped resisting, and they lewdly pulled down my swimsuit, exposing my breasts, and stood there impatiently each grabbing and playing with one of my breasts.

Their dark, rough hands wantonly violated my snow-white breasts. My body trembled in the sea breeze. Being violated like this by two scoundrels was something I had never imagined.

I begged them to save my boyfriend. They agreed and roughly tore off my swimsuit, exposing my body completely to them.

They groped my body wantonly, laughing lewdly. One of them grabbed my head, his thick, cigarette-smelling mouth rubbing against me. I tried to escape, but I couldn't break free from his large hands. He kissed me roughly, while another began to touch my genitals and thighs.

For my boyfriend's sake, I had no choice but to accept my fate and be violated by them. I cried in their clutches.

They took off their clothes, their dark, ugly bodies pressing against me, vying to pull me into their arms. They laid me down on their undresses, and one of them pounced on me, officially raping me.

He spread my genitals open with his hands and roughly inserted his penis. I screamed in pain. He began thrusting mercilessly, venting his lust on me, while another man kneaded my breasts and body.

The man on top of me quickened his pace, the pain in my lower body becoming unbearable. He thrust incessantly, pressing his entire body against me, kissing my face wildly. My body was being moved by his thrusts, my back rubbing against the scorching sand.

Finally, he held me tightly and thrust violently, ejaculating amidst screams of "Ahhhhh!"

He grinned lewdly at me with satisfaction, still kissing my face as the other man pulled him away. The other man took his place, and my still-unrefreshed genitals were attacked a second time.

I prayed this torture would end quickly; the pain in my genitals and my back rubbing against the sand intensified, but compared to the grief and anger in my heart, this pain was nothing.

My ravaged body was then pressed and rubbed by a second man, making it almost impossible for me to breathe. He kneaded and thrust into me with abandon, occasionally pressing his lips against mine and kissing me passionately.

I had never experienced such a humiliating nightmare, being wantonly violated and ravaged by two scoundrels I would normally disdain, their lust unleashed upon my innocent body.

The second man's rape didn't last long; I gritted my teeth, enduring the violent thrusts of his final sprint. With each ejaculation, he would plunge into my body, pumping his semen deep inside me.

After he finished, he didn't get up immediately but lay on top of me, writhing for a while longer.

I cried, begging them to keep their promise.

They laughed in disappointment, saying I hadn't satisfied them yet. The man who had raped me earlier picked up a piece of clothing, sat down on the rocks, and pointed to his hideous, wet penis, telling me to come over and clean it.

The humiliation I had just felt relieved about finally ending turned out to be only the beginning; I plunged once again into an abyss of ice.

I sat up naked from the ground, begging them again to stop tormenting me. They remained unmoved, continuing their humiliation, urging me to satisfy them quickly, or my boyfriend would be doomed.

The thought of my boyfriend still bleeding, trapped between the rocks, filled me with terror. But how could I do as they demanded? I couldn't even imagine licking such a filthy thing as a man's penis.

My mind struggled. Was I really going to let these two rape me and then not save my boyfriend, letting him bleed to death or drown? The thought was too terrifying.

My conscience tipped in my favor. To beg them to save my boyfriend, I had to satisfy their incredibly humiliating demands.

I hated these two predatory thugs.

As I hesitated, another person grabbed my hair and pushed me towards the man sitting on the rocks.

Reluctantly, I crawled over, knowing he was waiting for me to clean his penis, which had just ejaculated inside me. I hoped this was his last request. A wave

of disgust washed over me as I struggled to lift my head, facing his now-erect penis. He shamelessly grabbed my breasts, pulling my upper body close to his genitals, urging me to clean it quickly.

Considering my boyfriend's precarious situation, I could no longer cherish my clean mouth and proud dignity. Enduring the foul smell, for the first time in my life, I used my tongue to lick a man's penis—a sticky penis that had just been inside me and ejaculated.

I knelt between his legs, my tongue licking the head of his penis, leaving behind some foul-smelling foreign matter. The most unbearable thing was the intense humiliation of kneeling between his legs, my face close to his crotch. The thought of actively licking a man's genitals was a powerful shock to my already numb senses. I felt incredibly ashamed

and humiliated.

But I had to save my boyfriend! Tears streamed down my face as I tried to hold them back. I couldn't bear to imagine what my boyfriend would think if he knew I was humiliatingly licking a stranger's genitals to save him.

Would he hate me? Would he utterly despise me for kneeling so lowly before a man? Or would he be moved by my sacrifice?

Whatever he thought, I had no choice; I had to save him.

Amidst their lewd laughter, I began to frantically and forcefully lick his penis, hoping to end it all as quickly as possible. I quickly licked it clean, hoping he would be satisfied and let me go.

However, I mistakenly thought he just wanted me to clean his penis. After cleaning it, I knelt there and withdrew my mouth from his genitals. But he roughly grabbed my head and ordered me to take his penis into my mouth and give him a blowjob. Only then did I realize he wanted me to give him oral sex—an act I had only heard of before but found utterly lewd. Now I was being forced to do this dirty thing for the man I hated so much, and I was filled with grief and indignation.

I knew I didn't have much of a choice with them, but I still begged him to let me go again. He said my tongue had already aroused him, and he couldn't stop there. As he spoke, he pressed my head towards his penis.

He continued to verbally humiliate me, saying that if I was enjoying licking it so much, I must be a very good blowjob player. I humiliated myself by slowly taking his glans into my mouth, experiencing the most humiliating moment of my life.

He let out a satisfied groan, pressing my head down with his hand. I was forced to take it in deeper, not only overcoming the gag reflex from having such a thick penis inserted into my mouth, but also the humiliation of having it inside.

I moved my mouth up and down on his penis, beginning to give this bastard oral sex. He started shaking his thighs, as if enjoying the intense pleasure my mouth was giving his penis, his hands occasionally squeezing and playing with my breasts.

I knew that only by making him ejaculate as soon as possible could this painful humiliation end, so I quickened my movements to intentionally give him greater sexual stimulation, while adjusting my breathing to accommodate the obstruction of his penis in my mouth. At that moment, I was like a wanton prostitute, actively giving him sexual pleasure under the man's crotch.

He howled under my rapid sucking, ordering me to slow down, to let him enjoy my mouth service more, and to lick his penis with my tongue as well. I could only angrily comply, my mind preoccupied with my boyfriend who had fainted on the beach.

I was thankful my boyfriend was still unconscious. If he saw his beloved woman lying on the sand, performing such lewd and obscene oral services for another man, he would be furious.

I continued to serve the man in front of me with my mouth, stimulating his genitals with my lips and tongue, hoping he would reach orgasm quickly.

Then another man pressed against me from behind, his hands reaching up to my breasts and fondling them at will, his mouth kissing my neck indiscriminately. I couldn't escape the attack from behind, and could only continue stroking the penis in front of me.

The man behind me spread my kneeling legs, pinching and playing with my genitals, and then I felt him insert his penis into my vagina from behind.

I was sandwiched between these two men, one in front and one behind, the penis from behind beginning to thrust in and out of my vagina, and I continued to suck on the penis in front of me with difficulty. I was humiliated, simultaneously engaging in lewd intercourse with two men, feeling this extremely shameful and obscene feeling deep inside.

The thrusting from behind shoved my body forward violently, slamming the penis deep into my throat. I painfully spat it out, only to be quickly pulled back, my head pressed down and firmly encased in its grip.

A pair of hands kneaded my buttocks and lower back from behind, while one hand pressed down on my head, and the other hand played with my breasts.

The pressure on my head suddenly increased and intensified; I found it increasingly difficult to breathe, almost suffocating from the penis in my mouth, before feeling streams of semen shoot into my mouth and throat.

I coughed violently, choking, but the hand gripping my head didn't loosen its hold. Some of the thick semen was coughed into my nasal cavity and then out of my nostrils. The man in front of me, only concerned with his own pleasure and oblivious to my pain, continued to violently press my head down, his penis thrusting wildly in and out of my mouth.

The penis continued thrusting in and out of my mouth for a long time, my mouth overflowing with semen from beside it, running down my chin and neck. He pulled his penis out of my mouth, which was full of semen. Before I could spit out the sticky, milky-white semen, he grabbed my chin and ordered me to swallow it all. I endured the humiliation, coughing as I swallowed the man's fluid.

He scraped the semen that had flowed down my neck with his penis and shoved it back into my mouth. I had no choice but to suck it clean as he commanded.

Suddenly, the man behind me pulled his penis out of my vagina and came in front of me, saying that he also wanted to enjoy the service of my mouth.

Numbly, I took the second wet penis into my mouth and began to try to satisfy his lust. I clenched my lips and rubbed his penis hard, spitting it out and then taking it in deeply.

Soon, the penis in my mouth began to tremble before orgasm, and then my head was pressed down. He thrust in and out of my mouth as if he were thrusting into a woman's vagina. After an unbearable, violent thrusting, came a suffocatingly thick ejaculation.

I was forced to swallow his foul-smelling semen again and suck on his penis repeatedly, letting him enjoy the pleasure of ejaculation in my mouth.

Finally, it was all over. Were they satisfied?

I collapsed helplessly on the beach, unable to recover from this extreme humiliation for a long time.

I had to get them to rescue my boyfriend as soon as possible. When I got up, I was shocked to find that the tide was already rising.

I was somewhat relieved to see that after enjoying my oral service, the two of them started to walk towards my boyfriend.

They moved some stones to elevate his upper body, which was lying on the ground. I was puzzled to find that they didn't push the large stones away as I expected.

I questioned them about why they weren't rescuing my boyfriend. They laughed and said the stones were too heavy to move easily and might break his legs.

I looked at them in horror, wondering if they were telling the truth. They assured me that in an hour or two the tide would cover the stones, and then the buoyancy would make it easy to push them away.

I held my boyfriend's head in my arms, looking at the sea with disbelief, tears streaming down my face.

However, they weren't going to let me off so easily. They pulled me over, sat me side by side on the beach, forced me to kneel before them, and told me I could play one more time before the tide came in.

I knelt there numbly, letting their rough hands roam freely over my body.

Hands groped and pinched my breasts and genitals, accompanied by the most vulgar comments about each part of my body.

Having already endured two rounds of their rape, my body was beginning to go numb. The thought of being so humiliated by these two perverts while trying to save my boyfriend filled me with indescribable grief and shame.

I remained naked, kneeling between them, my hands forced onto their shoulders so they could easily manipulate me.

I knelt there, stunned, the sound of waves crashing against the rocks behind me mirroring the crashing of my heart.

They continued to play with my body, their hands enjoying my snow-white flesh. My body had become their plaything, every part of it an object of their teasing and fondling.

One of them moved aside, hooking my head with his hand and pressing it towards his genitals, forcing me to take his limp penis into my mouth again. I mechanically lowered myself, sucking on his penis. I had no will to resist; I only hoped they wouldn't break their promise when the tide came in.

The other man attacked my genitals from behind again, inserting one finger into my vagina, then another. I moaned indistinctly, my head bobbing up and down on his penis.

The pain in my genitals wasn't as intense as when the rape began; the man behind me casually probed my vagina with his fingers. The man in front lightly brushed my nipples, stimulating my most sensitive spot.

My body trembled slightly under his stimulation; the humiliation was unbearable, yet I couldn't escape his hands and could only endure the shame.

Suddenly, I felt their stimulation causing a reaction in my body; a small amount of vaginal fluid began to seep from my genitals, and my breasts hardened and filled out under his stimulation. I gripped the sand with both hands, trying to resist their stimulation of my sensitive areas. But I couldn't control my body; I could even feel a slight pleasure from their stimulation. I was ashamed of my reaction, but my primal sexual instincts had been aroused, and I could no longer suppress them.

The person behind me finally noticed my reaction. He pulled out his wet fingers to show his companion, and then they all unleashed another round of humiliation and laughter at me.

To feel pleasure in the face of these scoundrels who were humiliating me felt an unprecedented sense of shame. My body began to become increasingly uncontrollable, and their continued stimulation grew stronger.

The man whose penis I was sucking lay down, pulled it out of my mouth, pulled me up, and made me straddle his penis, ordering me to insert it into my vagina.

My body was filled with a lewd and wicked aura. I had completely lost control of my body. Driven by the desperate desire to recapture the pleasure of his fingers inside me, I obeyed his commands like a puppet, actively lifting my buttocks, using my hands to guide his erect penis, and aligning my vagina with his penis before inserting it.

I couldn't believe that in less than two hours, I had degenerated from a pure female college student just entering society into a wanton woman driven by lust.

I slowly sat down, clearly feeling a strong stimulation from the friction of his penis inside my vagina. The shame, guilt, betrayal, and humiliation in my mind all vanished as his penis penetrated deeper into my body.

The real pleasure inside me overwhelmed my body as he fully entered me, completely shattering my self-esteem.

I abandoned my natural reserve and began to actively engage in intercourse with him in this lewd manner, my body heaving more violently to create even more pleasure.

They found my submission amusing and continued to tease and insult me in various languages.

I leaned forward, thrusting at the best angle, my breasts heaving violently in front of me being squeezed and fondled in turn.

I quickly reached orgasm with the continuous thrusting. Experiencing such intense pleasure in this way of making love was something I had never experienced before, and even clenching my teeth, I couldn't avoid letting out shameful, lewd moans.

Perhaps because I had already ejaculated three times, my penis wasn't very responsive, and I was forced to continue thrusting my whole body up and down to manipulate this man's penis. Another man then lay down on the ground, making me initiate sex with him. I obediently moved onto him and tried to insert his penis into my vagina.

His soft penis couldn't fit into my body at all, and he called me an idiot and told me to make him hard first.

After I withdrew from the first penis, a sense of emptiness washed over me. To quickly insert the second one, I shamelessly bent down and took his limp penis into my mouth, then rapidly manipulated it with my tongue and lips, trying to make it hard.

Like a sleepwalker, I didn't know what I was doing; my body's changes had taken over my reason. I only knew to suck the penis in my mouth until it hardened, so it could be inserted into my vagina.

My efforts quickly paid off; the penis in my mouth rapidly swelled, transforming from soft and small to thick and hard as if by magic. I pulled my mouth away from his penis and impatiently straddled him, my wet vagina enveloping the saliva-covered penis with a soft "plop."

He grasped my breasts with both hands, controlling my body as I moved up and down on his penis. Then another wet penis came to my mouth, rubbing against my lips and face with each of my movements. Completely losing my dignity, I willingly opened my mouth wide, allowing his penis to enter my mouth at an angle.

So I served two men simultaneously with my vagina and mouth, and soon I found myself experiencing another round of continuous orgasms.

While they enjoyed my services, they verbally humiliated me, saying how lewd I was and how suitable I was to be a prostitute.

I felt nothing for their teasing; driven by primal instinct, I mechanically rubbed and stimulated them until I was too exhausted to move my body up and down.

I collapsed onto the man beneath me, panting heavily. The man beneath me suddenly flipped me to the ground, lifted my legs, and spread my genitals wide open, shouting, "Look! Look at this red cunt dripping with so much juice!"

I was deeply struck by his intense insults, filled with shame and humiliation. Was I really the born lewd woman they said I was?

Then his penis entered me. This time, he grabbed my legs and thrust into me, the upward angle allowing his penis to rub against my sensitive clitoris, sending even more intense pleasure through my body. I moaned loudly, oblivious to the shame of being violated; waves of pleasure nearly suffocated me.

Then another man straddled my breasts, placing his penis between them, squeezing my breasts with his hands, and began thrusting.

Completely overwhelmed by orgasm, I ignored the weight of the man pressing down on me, gripping the sand tightly to resist the waves of stimulation.

The man on my chest grabbed my hands, pressing them against my breasts to hold his penis in place, then leaned forward, hands on the ground, and began thrusting into my breasts. I obediently squeezed my breasts with my hands, allowing his penis to rub against them. I had completely lost my senses, shamelessly cooperating with their violation. The chest

of the man thrusting into my breasts was almost touching my face; beads of sweat dripped from it onto my face and into my mouth; the man's breath suffocated me.

The man thrusting into my vagina quickened his pace, gripping my ankles tightly and thrusting harder and harder, faster and deeper, quickly bringing me to another orgasm.

The man on my chest suddenly sat up on my breasts, grabbed my hair, pulled my mouth up to his penis, and inserted it into my mouth almost all the way to the back of my mouth, completely silencing my lewd sounds.

My head was rocked back and forth, and I willingly took the penis inserted into my mouth into my mouth, his rough movements causing his erect penis to rub against my lips.

Then came a series of intense, dizzying thrusts, my body rocking violently like a lone sail in a storm. Both of them ejaculated inside me simultaneously, pushing me to the blissful climax.

I could feel my vagina tightly gripping the inserted penis, contracting and expanding with each spurt of semen into my uterus.

My head was thrown to the ground, and streams of the man's semen sprayed onto my face.

In my extreme lust, I temporarily forgot everything around me, forgot my trapped boyfriend, and forgot the surging tide approaching him.

The three of us slowly recovered from our climax, soothed by the sea breeze.

My head was pulled up again and covered by the penis, the penis in my mouth slowly thrusting in and out, enjoying the post-ejaculation pleasure. I willingly used my tongue to lick it clean, as if it were an extremely natural act.

After the man who had been sitting on my chest moved away, another man, who had ejaculated into my uterus, pulled my upper body up and put his now-shrunken penis into my mouth. I again willingly took it in, sucking it clean.

At that moment, I saw the seawater had already washed over my boyfriend's upper body, completely submerging the rocks holding his legs down.

I began to regain my senses from the chaos, slowly realizing how absurd, shameless, lewd, and depraved I had just been. I had actually willingly made love to two bastards in an unimaginable way, and even reached orgasm several times on them.

Suddenly, I saw my boyfriend, his eyes wide, glaring at the three of us.

The moment I saw his cold gaze, my heart plummeted from the ecstasy of my orgasm into an abyss, my chest felt like it was being choked by a boulder, making it hard to breathe.

When did he wake up? Had he seen everything I had done? Oh God, how could I explain all this to him?

Two scoundrels approached my boyfriend, lewdly laughing loudly, constantly insulting me, calling me the best whore they had ever played with. I remembered their earlier humiliation; were they saying it on purpose for my boyfriend to hear? I dared not think further.

They yelled at me, demanding I help pull my boyfriend out. Ignoring the stains of their semen still clinging to my naked body, I immediately ran over.

The seawater had become icy cold, and the cold water made me even more alert.

They grabbed my boyfriend's shoulders, forcing me to push a large rock in the water. I didn't understand why they were making me push it.

To my surprise, the buoyancy of the water greatly reduced the weight of the rock, and I easily pushed it aside. They grabbed my boyfriend's shoulders and dragged him onto the beach.

I stood blankly in the water, watching them laugh uncontrollably. Could I have saved my boyfriend without enduring such painful humiliation?

I couldn't believe it; I couldn't believe all my sacrifices could have been avoided.

My boyfriend's body trembled on the beach. I ran to him, trying to hug him, but he threw me aside, and I fell to the ground. It felt like falling into a giant ice cave; the chill seeped through my feet, penetrating my body and reaching my heart.

Everything was over. Even though I endured such humiliation to save him, in his heart I was worth less than a prostitute. He would never forgive me.

I stood on the beach, speechless with grief.

Then, the roar of engines grew louder as three police motorcycles approached from the distance. Uniformed officers rushed towards us.

The thought that the two thugs who had humiliated me would soon be punished by law filled me with a sense of relief. Tears of humiliation streamed down my face, falling onto the sand…

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