Rape of a sexy and beautiful policewoman~ Another case~

In early March of this year, a beautiful female police officer was raped by a brazen man while on a solo anti-crime patrol on the subway. The perpetrator, 37-year-old Li Mingfeng, claimed to be a senior shipping manager, married for 11 years, and with a 3-year-old son. On the evening of March 7th, at 6:30 PM, the

29-year-old victim, Deng Rong, stated that she was patrolling alone on a train bound for Tsuen Wan that day. As the train traveled from Jordan to Yau Ma Tei station, she felt Li Mingfeng, who was close behind her, repeatedly thrust his lower body into her right buttock three times, each time lasting about one second. When Li Mingfeng did the same thing a third time, she felt him sweep her arm upwards with his left hand. She immediately turned around, grabbed Li Mingfeng, and said, "I'm a police officer! How dare you molest me!"

Li Mingfeng ignored her at the time. She grabbed Li Mingfeng's hand, and in a half-pulling, half-struggling motion, they took the escalator to the subway concourse. During this time, they argued briefly. Once in the concourse, the policewoman showed Li Mingfeng a police warrant card, and only then did he stop to cooperate with the investigation.

Just as she was about to use her mobile phone to call for help from a nearby patrolling colleague, Li Mingfeng gave her a knowing look, as if to say, "Come quick!" Taking advantage of the policewoman's momentary lapse in attention, he broke free and ran. The policewoman gave chase, and after turning a street corner into a more secluded area, Li Mingfeng slipped into a van. The policewoman couldn't find him and was looking around in confusion when Li Mingfeng grabbed her from behind and forcibly dragged her into the van. The policewoman struggled desperately and screamed! But Li Mingfeng reached into his pocket and quickly pulled out a strip of white cloth.

She couldn't scream anymore because he covered her open mouth with the cloth; her voice could only linger in her throat. His movements were swift; the white gag tightened in her mouth, making it hard for her to breathe. She slowly lost consciousness. His thin fingers pulled the gag behind her head, tying it into knots, one, then two. The van drove away, stopping at an abandoned warehouse beside the dock.

The policewoman awoke. She turned her head violently, trying to speak in protest, to plead, or to cry for help. But her mouth remained firmly gagged. He straightened up, pleased with his work: "I think I'll have to do things my way. Yes. I think. I'll familiarize you with my methods. Because I'm being friendly to you, baby. Very friendly. You had a chance tonight, but you didn't want it. Let me teach you a lesson! Let you know I always do what I say."

He stopped speaking, seeing her struggling to remove the gag from her mouth. He quickly bent down and repositioned it. The gag sank deeper and deeper between her jaws.

He grinned at her, his hands behind his back: "Oh dear, you've forced me to gag you like this. I want to hear you begging me to do it again in half an hour. Listen to me, baby, you'll love it, you'll love every minute of it. Look, baby, don't be scared, don't pretend to be a virgin.

Never done this before, right? Maybe I should give you a second chance. Although I usually don't like to. If you're willing to cooperate, I'll really be good to you. I can even take the gag out right now. After we're done, I promise I won't tell anyone. You cooperate with me tonight, I won't tell anyone, they won't know, they won't cause you any trouble, we'll pretend nothing happened, how about it? We'll have a little fun secretly, and then I promise I'll let you go, what do you want to say?" She was both angry and scared, unable to say a word. She never dreamed such a thing could happen.

No, this isn't real. It's not real. This wouldn't happen to her, it wouldn't happen... This wouldn't happen, it couldn't happen, but there he was, waiting. Her heart was pounding in her throat, she felt like she was suffocating. She shook her head desperately, trying to let him know she didn't want to do it, to make him leave, get out, get away from her. She felt her hands firmly tied to the chair, so she kicked hard, trying to knock him down with her left foot, to let him know she was determined not to comply. Deng Rong knew it was hopeless; he had gotten her answer, and she had gotten his. He slowly unbuckled his wide belt. She closed her thighs, one leg over the other.

"Okay, baby," he leered, "since you won't cooperate, I have to resort to this method. You asked for it." She was terrified, her body going limp, watching helplessly as his pants fell to the ground. He emerged from his trousers, wearing only white striped athletic shorts, the bulge at the top of his thighs looking like a hard pebble. The policewoman tried to plead with him, to beg for mercy. She didn't want to do that kind of thing; she was free, she belonged to herself. She had never been raped before, nor had she ever been humiliated in this way—why did he have to pick on her? What was he trying to prove? Was he an animal? But her words were choked by the white gag in her mouth, stuck in her throat, only angry sobs escaping from between her lips. Deng Rong's breathing quickened, her terrified eyes fixed on him as he pulled down her athletic shorts.

God, please stop him, save me, protect me! She prayed, that this wouldn't happen. Didn't this beast know who she was?

He moved closer, leaning down towards the policewoman, his hands already unbuttoning her uniform. His nauseating smell of whiskey made her heart leap. "Ah! Let me touch your lovely things first." His voice was hoarse and strange.

He unbuttoned the policewoman's clothes one button at a time. She struggled, twisting her body to one side. The last button popped open, revealing her uniform slightly. His hard hands forcefully pulled her upper body towards him, simultaneously ripping off her bra. She saw her two bare breasts, two small brown nipples like crowns embedded in her white, jade-like breasts. "Hey, look here." Deng Rong heard him say, "Hmm, hey, look, these two big guys, I haven't seen anything so big and round in years." His rough hands cupped her breasts, rubbing and kneading them. Suddenly, he removed his hands: "Alright, enough time." He quickly knelt beside her. His smile turned lecherous: "Alright, you've seen it... hanging there like a rhinoceros, right? Okay: now it's my turn to show you, let me show you your world-famous little thing."

She was furious, determined to resist to the end, so she raised her legs to kick him away. But he reached out with his iron-like hands and firmly grasped her legs, prying them apart. Then, naked, he pressed himself against her, using the full weight of his hips to pin her left leg to the mattress. At the same time, his other hand grabbed her kicking right leg, rendering her immobile. With his free right hand, he unbuttoned the policewoman's uniform skirt, the last button undone. He lifted the skirt. She gasped, trying to recall what she had been wearing that morning. She remembered, which only intensified her fear. It was a pair of sheer black silk knitting panties. Two inches wide, with two narrow straps tied at the back of her buttocks. It was the thinnest pair of panties she owned, barely covering her private parts, practically invisible. Normally, this wouldn't have affected the smooth curves of her skirt and coat, but now she knew it would easily tear, and her fear was immediately confirmed.

She saw him staring intently between her legs, his small eyes burning with greed. Then, she felt his terrifying thing pressing against her thighs. My God. He started tearing at her panties. First, he ripped off the left strap, then the right, and then the front, instantly revealing her private parts. He stared intently at the pubic hair and mysterious earth in her triangle area, his eyes burning with lust. My God! He exclaimed again, how wonderful! What a wonderful little thing, good, this is definitely exciting. You can't hold back anymore, can you? I can't wait either. Saying this, he quickly lifted himself up, loosened Deng Rong's body, and tried to climb on top of her. In that instant, she raised her knees high, trying to use her feet to make him lose his balance. But as soon as her legs were raised, he grabbed her ankles; his muscles were extremely elastic, and her struggle failed. He greedily stared at the beautiful red flower at the base of her snow-white thighs, so tempting! His naked body crawled between the policewoman's legs, swaying wantonly. She groaned, her hands struggling desperately in the ropes. He was like a wild beast—a jackal, so vicious and ugly! "God! Oh God, let me die!" she prayed. "Alright, baby, alright, alright," he coaxed her, "let's start having fun."

He lowered the policewoman's left leg, pressing it under his body, and twisted his entire body forcefully. The policewoman trembled with fear, like a rabbit caught in a trap. She tightly closed her eyes, silently pleading in her throat—pleading for a miracle, pleading for a savior—anything to stop this—but no miracle occurred. No one answered her, no one came to her rescue; she was alone, crying out to heaven and earth in vain. She felt his penis being roughly applied, yet despite his increasing strength, her vagina remained difficult to open.

He muttered, "You filthy bitch, so dry and tight, you little bitch, see how I deal with you." He straightened up and withdrew his penis. She felt something else hard enter her—his fingers! Oh! Suddenly, his fingers withdrew, and Deng Rong opened her eyes. In that instant, she caught one last glimpse of his terrifying image: in a flash, the monstrous snake slithered into her vagina, deeper and deeper, burning within her like a hungry wolf, like fire, harming her. The rapid, torrential thrusts almost tore her to pieces. She felt his body growing heavier and heavier. The policewoman's fear and anger transformed into an explosive force; she shook and twisted her body desperately, trying to escape that thing—the penis that wanted to burrow deep inside her. Her dry throat screamed, sobbing, trying to escape this disaster. She struggled fiercely, her eyes blurred with tears, unable to see anything. He ignored the policewoman's resistance, instead relaxing her exhausted and numb legs.

He moved his lower body entirely between her legs, pressing his upper body against hers, his hands groping her shoulders, his lower body shaking and thrusting like a storm. She raised her legs and pounded her heels against his ribs and back, vaguely realizing that this would only excite him more and only hurt her. He pressed down on her, thrusting like a beast. She felt no pleasure, only his sadistic rage destroying everything inside her, pounding her body like fists. Deng Rong's resistance grew weaker and weaker; her legs and feet couldn't throw him off balance or stop him, but instead stimulated him, subjecting her to even more intense, savage torment.

It felt as if a rat—an ever-growing rat—was inside her, thrashing about at a hundred kilometers per hour, making her body swell and feel like it was about to burst. Resistance was futile; her legs could no longer struggle. Humiliation and pain suffocated her, and tears of anger and hatred blurred her vision. She was destroyed by a mindless, inhuman, savage beast! Deng Rong's body ached terribly; the rat inside her had once again cleaved her in two. She screamed desperately, but no one heard her. She felt him begin to lift himself up, heard him breathing heavily, and he ejaculated. The lingering smell of alcohol he brought with him still clung to her, which could be washed away, but the filth he had ejaculated would forever stain every part of her body. He finally finished, collapsed, pressing his entire weight onto her, panting heavily, drenched in sweat, greedily sucking on Deng Rong's reddened, erect nipples.

A minute passed, and he climbed off her. He thought he had succeeded, done a great job. Ah, I've done it with a sexy policewoman! Deng Rong watched him triumphantly call out to the policewoman, who lay there like a corpse, like an animal that had just been tortured, breathing with difficulty. When he got up from the car seat, she opened her eyes; he was standing beside her, fastening his trousers. After fastening his belt, he came over. "You did a great job, baby, but you'll feel even better next time, as long as you cooperate properly." "You just gave me a little trouble, made me exert myself a bit, and forced me to take my penis out earlier than usual. I promise I'll take it slow next time."

Deng Rong lay there, staring at the ceiling of the carriage. She felt as if many dirty things were crawling inside her, as if that unclean, disgusting body was pressing down on her again. The policewoman thought of death. "You have to admit," he bent down and reached out to touch her face, "Sex won't do you any harm. You'll be done and that's it. Why make such a fuss? We've had our fun, everyone's just having some fun. Okay, okay, don't be so tense, okay?" Deng Rong bit down hard on the cloth strip in her mouth, her eyes instantly filled with angry tears.

He touched her thigh, "Want me to help you button up?" She avoided his gaze. She was unmoved by his words. She hated him. Li Mingfeng shrugged, pulled up her skirt, but didn't button it up. He couldn't let it get cold. He chuckled and touched the policewoman's vulva.

He untied the white gag from her mouth. "You've won back your right to breathe. How does it feel?" Deng Rong's mouth was dry, and she couldn't speak. She tried licking her palate and cheeks to stimulate saliva production.

Li Mingfeng walked out of the car. "You filthy scoundrel!" Deng Rong shouted, "You damned, despicable scoundrel! I'm going to catch you, castrate you first, and then kill you. Even if it takes my whole life, I'll catch you and kill you!" He unlocked the door, turned around, and grinned at the policewoman. "Didn't you already catch me? Your vagina is gripping my penis so tightly, it's unbearably itchy. Little darling, I'll let you catch me again."

Hearing his lewd words, the policewoman screamed like a madwoman, and with that scream, her mind completely collapsed.

As he walked out and closed the door in front of her, Deng Rong couldn't help but burst into tears. She was heartbroken to be a woman, and she cried for a woman's vulva.

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