I was raped in this torrential rain.

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My name is Erica, and I'm an office lady.
I'm not exactly a beauty, but my male colleagues call me a goddess, and my female colleagues? They're always jealous of my great figure. Actually, I have straight hair that reaches my shoulders, and my figure is fairly well-proportioned, not voluptuous, but my skin is somewhat well-maintained, just a bit fair. If that counts as a goddess, then a falling signboard would crush a bunch of others.

I still remember that nightmarish night, that one I don't want to remember, yet it haunts my dreams every midnight, and terrifies me.

That night, it was raining heavily, and I worked late at the company, not leaving until 11:00 PM. My home is in a remote area, and to make matters worse, I didn't bring an umbrella that day. On my way home, I got completely soaked. I was drenched to the bone.

That day, I was wearing a light blue, thin-fitting dress. To get home quickly, I had to take a shortcut, a rather dark stretch of road, but in such heavy rain, it should be safe.

Without thinking too much, I quickened my pace. As I walked,

I thought I heard footsteps!

I couldn't hear them clearly, probably because the rain was so loud. I turned around and saw what looked like a person wearing a large raincoat covering their entire body. As I quickened my pace, the person seemed to quicken their pace as well.

A little scared, I could only run home as fast as I could.

I passed a pavilion, but there was no one there. Just as I was about to go in, suddenly, someone grabbed my right hand.

I was startled and tried to break free, but a strong force pulled me back. I turned around and saw it was the person who had been following me!

I tried to scream, but he shoved me against a pavilion pillar, making me dizzy. Before I could even cry out, he held me tightly.

Oh no! I tried desperately to push him away, but it was no use. His hand gripped mine like an iron clamp, while his other hand held my waist. I tried to push him off and scream for help, but the rain was too heavy, and that stretch of road was rarely used, so no one saw me.

I regretted it. I could only struggle.

He kept kissing me, forcibly kissing me against my will. He held me tightly, his hands lifting my skirt and groping me through my underwear. I felt his hands constantly brushing against my private parts. At the same time, I felt a barely perceptible sensation.

I cried and begged him to stop, but he wouldn't listen. He kissed my lips forcefully, then my neck; I guess my neck was already red and swollen from his kisses. His other hand forcefully pulled at my underwear. I couldn't help it; he was too strong. My underwear was torn and ripped off, falling to the ground. I had nothing underneath me, and his hand went straight to my private parts. It was a

very intense feeling. I tried to push his hand away, but I didn't have the strength I had before. I felt him excited and increased the force of his assault. I started to feel something when he touched me. It was a feeling of shame.

While he was forcefully violating me, he suddenly released his hand. Just as I was wondering if it was over, his hand began to grope and fondle my breasts. He even reached inside my clothes, rubbing my breasts through my bra. When he was almost done, he ripped my bra off, letting it fall to the ground. The light blue bra was completely deformed from his tearing, mercilessly soaked and soiled by the rain and mud.

It was my favorite bra.

Now, only this dress was spared, but it was almost ruined, as removing my bra and underwear had already distorted my clothes. He continued to forcefully kiss me, vigorously rubbing my breasts, and then reaching into my private parts. I tried to push his hands away constantly, but the sensations were too intense when his fingers slowly entered my private parts as his fingers rubbed my breasts. Now all I could do was cry and beg him to stop, but I had no strength left, and my body involuntarily pressed against him.

Suddenly, I felt him push me away slightly. I instinctively looked up and saw that he had taken off his raincoat.

He wasn't wearing anything underneath.

Was this premeditated?

In the moment I froze, he rushed forward, hugged me, lifted my skirt, and skillfully lifted my left leg, his engorged penis pressing against my vaginal opening! * Thud*—a soft "plop"—my vagina was forcefully penetrated!

Ah !!! It hurts! It hurts so much! At the same time, I heard a deep growl from the man, a sound of pleasure. No! No! I pleaded weakly, but he seemed not to hear me, plunging his hard, hot iron rod into my tender vagina. Again and again, powerful thrusts! Ah? Ah? No, please? Ah? Waa? No??? He thrust into me again and again, without reservation, with all his might. Thud. Thud. Thud… The silent night, the man's low growls, the monotonous yet cruel thuds, the woman's helpless cries and pleas for mercy—all destined this to be a night that could not be forgotten. Thud. Thud. Thud. Thud. Thud. Thud. Thud. Help? Help… Ah? Hmm? Oh? Ah???! Each thud was a cruel reminder that I was being raped. I was being raped by a man! No, please, don't rape me! But my body was becoming increasingly unresponsive, unconsciously yielding to his rape. My tight vagina still tried to push away the merciless iron rod. However, as the slapping sounds grew faster, my vagina could no longer hold on, only able to tightly grip his penis. The man's roars grew louder, and seemingly realizing my condition, I suddenly pushed him away with all my might, shouting: "Don't ejaculate inside!" But it was too late! As soon as I shouted, I felt a burning sensation in my uterus! I also ejaculated from his thrusting! I actually had an orgasm, being raped to orgasm by a stranger! But the feeling of orgasm didn't last long; I immediately felt the fear of being ejaculated inside me. He ejaculated inside me! Will I get pregnant? As I was pondering these things, the man, seemingly unsatisfied, circled around behind me and rubbed his penis against my buttocks. He quickly became erect again! Such terrifying resilience. He lifted me from behind, pushing my limp upper body forward, leaving me in a doggy-style position with my buttocks raised high. Before I could prepare, his hard penis thrust into me from behind! * Slap. Slap. Slap. Slap. Slap. Slap. Slap. Slap. The sounds of the man raping me were particularly jarring against the sound of the rain! But no one witnessed this unforgivable act of bestiality! I was raped by him, and not just once, but twice? He raped me in the front, and then in the back? I lay there being raped, tears and rain mingling on my face, indistinguishable from one another. Looking at the torn bra and panties on the ground in the distance, they cruelly told me the truth of my rape. That familiar, lovely blue color lay carelessly on the ground, completely soaked. My vagina was also being violated by the man's iron rod; the vaginal fluid that had gushed out during my previous orgasm seemed to betray me, lubricating the man's roughness and allowing him to thrust deeper and deeper into me. Oh?? Ah? Ah? Hmm? Hmm?? No?? Hmm? The man's hands were wrapped around my waist, while my hands were still unconsciously trying to push away the man's rape. But it was too late by then.

Ah? Ah? Hmm? No? No? Don't? Ah?

A warm current rushed into my uterus again? He ejaculated again.

This time, the amount of semen seemed excessive. Some of it flowed out of my vagina, running down my long legs.

It was a very obscene scene.

Just when I thought the man was satisfied with the two rapes, he turned me around, and I saw him face to face.

He wasn't a handsome man, but he had a very strong body. He had an average face.

My dress had been completely torn during the second rape. The fabric that had covered my beautiful body was now carelessly lying on the ground. I was naked and had no strength left.

The man, clearly aware of my condition, chuckled and carried me out of the pavilion. While I stood in the rain, he bent down and forcefully kissed me. Then, he expertly spread my legs and once again thrust his erect penis into my vagina. The rhythmic slapping sounds punctuated the silent night. I could no longer distinguish between cries for help and moans ; under the man's powerful thrusting and rape, I could only helplessly submit to his control. The cold rain

lashed my face, my chest, and my vagina, lubricated by the man's sweat, rain, and vaginal fluids, offered itself up to his rape without reservation. My body had long since lost its will, experiencing orgasm after orgasm under his relentless rape. My tears had long since dried, and the rain from the sky seemed to be wiping them away for me. Ah? Hmm? Ah, oh? Oh? Oh? Ah! The man, the beast-like man, ravaged my body tirelessly, thrusting, kissing forcefully, rubbing my breasts without stopping, as if he were wantonly playing with a fun toy.

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