Raped in a taxi

The rape in the taxi

happened last year, but I still feel lingering fear when I think about it. It was a summer night last year. I had arranged to meet a client at a bar to discuss a business deal. That day, I was wearing a tight-fitting short dress. The dress was very sexy; it had a zipper in the front, which opened from the neckline to the hem, allowing it to be pulled down like a shirt.

To close the deal, I deliberately zipped it down low, revealing my white cleavage and making my breasts appear almost bursting out. I wanted my male client to sign the contract more readily. Afterwards, I thought it was probably my outfit that attracted that lewd man.

While discussing the business with my client, I noticed three men at the next table staring at my chest, making noises, and occasionally letting out lewd laughter. I didn't pay much attention at the time; I encounter these kinds of people all the time. I talked with my client until almost midnight, finally reaching an agreement and

leaving the bar. He dropped me off on the street outside the bar and left. After our pleasant parting, I stood alone by the roadside waiting for a taxi. Suddenly, I noticed the three men who had been sitting next to me had also come out and were now lecherously staring at me. Instinctively, I zipped my blouse up as high as I could.

Just then, a taxi pulled up beside me, and I opened the door and got in. At that moment, the three men suddenly rushed over. One of them opened the front door and got into the passenger seat, while a tall man and a fat man squeezed into the car on either side of me, sandwiching me in the middle of the back seat. I immediately got up to leave, but they grabbed me from both sides and quickly closed the door. The driver turned around to say something, but the man in the passenger seat pulled out a dagger about a foot long and said menacingly, "Drive!"

The driver immediately stopped talking and started the car. As soon as the car started moving, the two men sitting next to me immediately became restless. The fat man on my left reached behind me and grabbed my waist, while the tall man on my right began groping my left thigh.

I struggled and screamed, "Indecent assault! Indecent assault!" But no one paid any attention to me. "Miss, aren't you lonely? It's so early, let's have some fun together!" the tall man said, as he began to wipe my left stocking down my thigh.

This action disgusted me, and I struggled even harder. My struggles probably displeased the fat man on my left, because he pulled out a small knife with a serrated back from his pocket and said menacingly, "Behave yourself, or I'll slash your face!" He then lightly scratched my face with the side of the knife. His threat made me panic, my mind went blank, and I dared not scream or move again. Seeing that he had frightened me, he placed his right hand on my thigh and began to grope me without restraint.

I dared not resist any longer; who knew if they had violent tendencies? I could only accept my bad luck. I thought that as long as I satisfied them quickly, they would let me go, so I gave up all resistance and let them play with me without restraint. Anyway, they couldn't do much in the car. At most, they would just touch me. As it turned out

Right, isn't it better to cooperate a little? This way, everyone is happy, right? The tall guy on the right said this as he pulled my right leg open and placed it on his left leg, continuing to stroke my thigh with his left hand, and occasionally reaching out to rub my breasts through my clothes.

The fat guy on the left did the same, placing my left leg on his right leg and reaching out to grope my body. This put me in a shameful position with my legs wide open. Soon, the tall guy started touching my private parts through my underwear. I still remembered the small knife, so I still dared not move. After about 5 minutes, I actually felt my lower body become engorged and I started to leak vaginal fluid.

Although I felt extreme disgust, my body, untouched for so long, reacted differently. I was conflicted, even hoping they wouldn't stop. I was being coerced; I was a normal person. Of course I'd react; it wasn't because I was lewd. I kept finding reasons for myself to lessen my shame.

At the same time, the fat man on my left reached his right hand around my back, slapped my right breast, and pulled me into his arms, roughly fondling me. He then yanked the zipper of my dress down. Instinctively, I clutched my coat tightly, screaming, "No! Don't do this!" But they wouldn't listen; instead, they pulled harder. "Don't resist. You're already reacting, aren't you?" the tall man said with a lewd grin,

reaching into my underwear to touch my genitals. When he noticed I was already wet, he became even more excited, intensifying his rubbing of my labia with his fingers and occasionally touching my clitoris.

The sensation was far more intense than the touch through my underwear; a jolt of electricity shot through my brain, and I felt weak all over, only able to close my eyes and lean back in my chair, panting softly. While my attention was focused on my genitals, the fat man seized the opportunity to pull down the zipper of my dress. They pulled my dress apart, revealing my body, clad only in a bra and panties. "

Ah, such white, smooth skin, such big breasts, such a sexy body! This is going to be amazing!" the tall man exclaimed. "Are you trying to seduce someone into raping you? Wearing such convenient clothes, I'll give you a good time, hahaha..." the fat man chuckled in my ear, lightly probing my cleavage with his fingers.

His words made me blush with shame, but his heavy breath on the back of my ear sent a tingling, itchy sensation through me, further arousing me. They must be experienced; their touch was just right, making me wet with desire. To be honest, I was physically enjoying it, although I was still disgusted. But I kept making excuses for myself, which lessened the humiliation considerably.

After they had been groping and probing for a while, the tall one reached behind me to unhook my bra. I instinctively leaned back against the chair, preventing him from succeeding. "Watch this!" The fat man pulled out his small knife and slipped it between my breasts, easily ripping open the thin strap. My bra immediately parted, completely exposing my white breasts, which excited them even more. I could feel their heavy breathing on my face.

The cold sensation of the knife against my skin when the fat man cut my bra strap terrified me even more, completely extinguishing any remaining will to resist. I let him slice my panties in half from both sides of my waist.

By then, I was almost completely naked, utterly defenseless, at their mercy. My mind was blank, only occasionally letting out moans that were hard to decipher, whether from fear or excitement. They rubbed my breasts, one on each side, gently pinching my hardened nipples, and occasionally licking them with their tongues.

My breasts felt both itchy and pleasurable. Seeing that I was almost there, the fat man brought his alcohol-smelling mouth to mine. I turned away in disgust, but he roughly grabbed my hair and forced a kiss, his tongue quickly plunging into my mouth, swirling around my soft tongue

, while his hands were busy rubbing my nipples. The tall guy wasn't going to be outdone. He lowered his head and licked my genitals with his tongue, occasionally inserting it into my vagina, making my entire vaginal opening wet—I couldn't tell if it was his saliva or my own vaginal fluid.

Under their combined assault, my vagina contracted strongly, my mind went blank, and I actually reached orgasm. After the orgasm, I felt completely exhausted, panting heavily. But they wouldn't let me go. The fat guy quickly pulled down his pants, revealing his penis. It was quite large, about 15 or 16 centimeters, a bit bigger than my ex-boyfriend's.

He forcefully spread my legs and knelt on the ground between them, aiming his penis at my opening. But he wasn't in a hurry to penetrate; he just kept rubbing the head of his penis against my vaginal opening, making me feel weak and then immediately aroused again, my genitals leaking fluid again.

The fat guy looked very pleased with himself, continuing to rub his penis to get it completely wet. The tall guy, not to be outdone, licked my breasts and rubbed his penis against my thighs.

"Say it, you want it!" the fat man said, rubbing his glans against my vaginal opening. "No, no..." Although I desperately wanted him to penetrate me, my womanly shame kept me stubborn. "

Say it, you actually want it. You're so wet, why are you still saying no?" The fat man increased the rubbing. "No, no..." I remained stubborn. The fat man finally lost patience. He positioned his glans against my vaginal opening and deliberately made an exaggerated movement, thrusting his penis all the way in.

"Ah..." I screamed in pain, "Oh my god! It hurts! It hurts so much!" My body was overwhelmed by pain. But as he thrust faster and faster, the pain slowly disappeared, turning into waves of pleasure. After being played with for so long, now I was finally being fucked.

The fat man thrust harder! The intense thrusting, his engorged penis rubbing against my vaginal walls, pushed me to the peak of pleasure wave after wave. Compared to that, the feeling of being touched by fingers and licked by tongue was nothing.

I groaned loudly, moaning incessantly, truly experiencing ecstasy. I never imagined that someone as usually refined as me could be so wanton. My protruding vulva was being slapped repeatedly, my soft breasts bouncing violently with each thrust, accompanied by the soft, squelching sounds of penetration and my constant moans, further stimulating my central nervous system. Before long, I reached my second orgasm.

The fat man continued to rape me, while the tall man seemed to be getting impatient. He turned my head, pinched my mouth, and forced me to stick out my tongue for him to suck. He also vigorously rubbed my breasts with his hands, while my right hand was on his waist, and my left hand was forced to stroke his penis.

At this moment, the fat man increased his speed, thrusting into me frantically. Finally, the fat man shouted and ejaculated all his hot semen inside me. It was my turn. The tall guy and the fat guy switched places. The tall guy knelt in front of me and slowly inserted his penis into my vagina. This tall guy seemed to know how to be gentle, going in and out slowly. After a while, my vagina gradually adapted, and my unruly vaginal fluid started flowing again, mixing with the semen the fat guy had just ejaculated, running down my thighs onto the seat.

By this time, I was already babbling incoherently, "Ah...ah...I'm going to die..." Then he started to speed up and thrust harder, each stroke hitting my G-spot heavily, making me feel like I was dying and being reborn, experiencing one orgasm after

another, only able to unconsciously moan. The tall guy spread my legs as wide as possible and thrust his penis in and out hard for long distances. The mixture of vaginal fluid and semen at the entrance had been turned into a thick, white sticky fluid, and new vaginal fluid kept flowing out of my vagina. He seemed extremely satisfied with my performance, kissing my nipples and murmuring from time to time: "Oh...so good...oh...so great..."

Under his frenzied thrusting, I was already completely overwhelmed, screaming incoherently as if only by screaming could I release the pleasure within me. He thrust for a while longer, then suddenly the speed of his thrusts increased. He was finally about to ejaculate, making his final sprint, fast and hard, each thrust going all the way to the end. "Ah...ah ah...ah...I'm going to die...I'm going to...I'm going to die...ah ah...ah...help...help...help...ah ah...Mommy...ah...ah..." I was panting heavily, constantly begging for mercy. Almost simultaneously, he pulled out his penis, spraying his semen all over me, making me sticky all over.

After they finished, they forced the driver to park the car in an abandoned parking lot, replaced the person who had been sitting in the front seat with me, and then had sex with me before throwing me out. I had orgasmed four or five times, and I was so weak that I couldn't even stand up. My body was dirty and messy, and my genitals were red and swollen. I drove away.

I don't remember what happened after that, but it seems the driver called the police, and I was taken to the hospital by a police car. After giving a statement, I went home and took several hard showers before finally falling asleep, exhausted.

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