The poor little girl was abused

A small lamp was on in the bedroom, and she desperately wanted it to go out like the others, so she
could be completely shrouded in darkness. She had to force herself to sleep.

Suddenly, she was startled awake. She heard the floorboards creaking outside the bedroom, someone moving around.

Closer, closer, her heart pounded.

The door opened, and a tall, imposing man appeared in the darkness. He went inside, quietly closed
the door, locked it from the inside, and then got up and walked towards her bed.

As he drew closer, she recognized him—oh God, that jackal—the worst of the worst.

He was shirtless, wearing trousers, and barefoot. He was very tall, thin and bony, but with prominent muscles
and clearly defined ribs.

He bent down. She saw his messy black hair, narrow forehead, small, beady eyes
, and a mustache that barely covered his thin upper lip. His lips moved. Her heart pounded.

"I can't sleep, baby," he whispered. "Now I know neither of us can sleep."

She held her breath, remaining silent. She could smell his breath—a cheap,
nauseating odor of whiskey.

"So, baby, changed your mind?"

"What, what mind?" Her lips trembled.

"Cooperation, cooperation in bed, pleasant cooperation." He chuckled softly, a lewd glint in his eyes.

"No! Not now, not tomorrow, never. Please leave me here all alone.
"

"Heh heh, I think it's impolite to leave a guest sleepless alone on the first night. I think you need
someone to keep you company tonight."

"I don't need anyone right now, thank you for your concern."

"You really don't think it's a waste? Okay, little darling, I'm not as patient as my friends. Now I
'll give you another chance, think it over carefully, this is for your own good." His gaze quickly swept over her face, breasts
, and skirt, then returned to her face. "You'll find I'm a master in bed."

"You lecher, get away!"

"It seems no one has ever been so rude to me." He suddenly turned gloomy. "Little vixen, what do you think you are
?"

He reached into his pocket and quickly pulled out a strip of white cloth. She couldn't scream because he
covered her open mouth with the white cloth; her voice could only linger in her throat. His movements were swift; the white gauze
strip tightened further into her mouth, making it difficult for her to breathe. His thin fingers pulled the gauze strip taut behind her head,
tying knots one, then two. She struggled to turn her head, trying to speak in protest,
to plead, or to cry out 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 need to 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, so you know I always
do what I say."

He stopped speaking, seeing her struggling to remove the gauze from her mouth, and quickly bent down to re-gauze it
, the gauze digging deeper and deeper between her jaws.

He stepped back. "Alright, I don't want you to wake my friend. That wasn't my idea."
He then put his hand behind his back and grinned at her. "It's terrible that you 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. See, 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, and then we'll play for a few more days. 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 some fun secretly, and then
I promise they'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 would happen. No, this isn't
true. It's not true. This won't happen to her, it won't happen to Tomoko. This won't happen, it can't
happen, but he's there 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 go away, get out, leave her. She felt her
hands were firmly tied to the bed, so she kicked hard, trying to kick him down with her left foot, to let him know she was determined
not to comply.

She knew it was hopeless; he had her answer, and she had his.

He slowly unbuckled his wide belt.

She closed her thighs, one leg over the other.

"Alright, baby," he leered, "since you won't cooperate, I have no choice but to use this method. You
asked for it."

She was terrified, her body going limp, watching helplessly as his trousers fell onto the carpet.

He emerged from his trousers, wearing only white striped athletic shorts, the bulge at the top of his thighs resembling a hard
pebble.

She tried to plead with him, to beg for mercy. She didn't want to do that, she didn't want to do that, she was free
, she belonged to herself. She had never been raped, never been humiliated in this way—why
her of all? 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.

Her breathing quickened, her terrified eyes fixed on him as he pulled down his athletic shorts.

God, please don't do that, save me, protect me! She prayed, please don't let this happen,
didn't this beast know who she was?

He moved closer, leaning down towards her, his hands already unbuttoning her short-sleeved shirt.

His nauseating smell of whiskey made her heart leap.

"Ah, let me touch your lovely little thing first." His voice was hoarse and strange.

He unbuttoned her clothes one button at a time. She struggled and twisted her body to one side, the last button popping open, her short
top slightly open. His hard hands forcefully pulled her upper body towards him, tearing open her top at the same time.

She saw her two bare breasts, two small brown nipples like crowns set on her white, jade-like
breasts.

"Hey, look here." She heard him say, "Hmm, no bra? You want the whole world to see,
don't you? Hey, look, these two big guys, I haven't seen such big and round things in years."
His rough hands cupped her breasts, rubbing and kneading them.

Suddenly, he removed his hands: "Alright, no more wasting time."

He quickly knelt beside her.

His smile turned lecherous: "Alright, you've seen it hanging there like a rhinoceros, haven't you? Okay
! Now it's my turn to show you. Ah, I also want to see your world-famous 'little
toy'."

She was furious, determined to resist, and tried to kick him away. But he used his iron-like
hands to firmly grasp her legs, prying them apart, then pressed himself against her naked body, using his full
weight 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 her short leather skirt, the last button coming undone.

He lifted one side of the skirt, then the other.

She gasped, trying to remember what she had worn that morning. She remembered, which only increased
her fear. It was a pair of transparent black silk thongs. Two inches wide, two narrow straps tied
at the back of her buttocks—her thinnest pair of panties, barely covering her private parts, practically invisible
. Normally, this wouldn't affect the smooth curves of her skirt and coat, but now she knew it would easily
tear.

Her fears were immediately confirmed.

She saw him staring intently between her legs, his small eyes burning with greed. Then, she felt his
terrifying member pressing against her thighs.

"My God," he murmured, beginning to tear at the 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 of her groin, his eyes
blazing with lust. "My God!" he exclaimed again, "What a wonderful little thing! Okay, this is sure to be
exciting. You can't hold back any longer, can you? I can't wait either."

With that, he quickly lifted himself up, loosened her body, and tried to climb on top of her. In that instant, she
raised her knees high, trying to throw him off balance. But as soon as her legs were raised, he grabbed her
ankles. His muscles were incredibly elastic, and her struggles were futile.

He greedily stared at the beautiful red flower at the base of her snow-white thighs—it was so tempting!

His naked body burrowed between her legs, swaying wantonly. She moaned, her hands
struggling desperately in the ropes. He was like a wild beast—a jackal, vicious and ugly! Oh God! Oh God, let me die! she prayed
.

"Alright, baby, alright, alright," he coaxed her. "Let's start having some fun."

He lowered her left leg, pressing it under his body, and twisted his entire body forcefully.

She trembled with fear, like a rabbit caught in a trap. She closed her eyes tightly, 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 save her; she was alone, crying out to heaven and earth
in vain.

She felt his penis being used roughly, yet despite his increasing strength, her vagina remained difficult to open.

He muttered, "You filthy bitch, so dry and tight, you little slut, let's see how I deal with you."

He straightened up and withdrew his penis.

She felt something hard penetrate her—his fingers. "Oh my god, he's
poking me with his fingers."

Suddenly, his fingers withdrew, and she opened her eyes. In that instant, she
caught a glimpse of his terrifying form for the last time: in a flash, the monstrous snake slithered into her vagina, deeper and deeper,
burning inside her like a hungry wolf, like fire, hurting her. The rapid, torrential thrusts almost tore her to
pieces. She felt his body grow heavier and heavier.

Her fear and anger transformed into an explosive force; she shook and twisted her body desperately, trying to get rid of
that thing—the penis that wanted to burrow deep inside her. Her dry throat screamed, sobbing, trying to escape this
disaster. She struggled desperately, her eyes blurred with tears, unable to see anything.

He ignored her resistance; instead, she relaxed her exhausted, numb legs.
He moved his lower body between her legs, pressing his entire upper body against hers, his hands groping her shoulders,
his lower body shaking and thrusting violently.

She raised her legs and pounded his ribs and back with her heels, vaguely realizing that this would only
excite him more, and she would be the one suffering.

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. Her resistance grew weaker and weaker
; her legs and feet couldn't make him lose his balance, nor could they stop him. Instead, they only stimulated him,
subjecting her to more intense, savage torture.

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 ruined by a mindless, inhuman, and barbaric beast!

Her 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, heard him panting heavily, and he ejaculated.

The lingering smell of alcohol on him remained on her, which could be washed away, but the filth he had ejaculated
would forever stain every organ inside her.

He finally finished, collapsing onto her, panting heavily, drenched in sweat
, greedily sucking on her 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 sexy Tomoko!" she heard him shout triumphantly.

She lay there, like a dead woman, like an animal that had just been tortured, breathing with difficulty.

As he got up from the bed, her body swayed up and down with the spring mattress.

She heard him walk towards the toilet, felt the light through her eyelids, and heard the sound of urination in the toilet bowl
.

When she opened her eyes, he was standing by the dressing table fastening his pants. After fastening his belt, he walked to the bedside. "You
did a great job, baby, but you'll feel even better next time if you cooperate. You 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
go slower next time."

She lay there, staring at the ceiling. She felt as if many dirty things were crawling inside her, as if
that unclean, disgusting body was pressing down on her again.

She thought of death.

"You have to admit," he bent down and touched her cheek, "that sex won't do you any harm.
It's over and done with, why make such a fuss? It's just a bit of fun. Okay, okay, do
n't be so tense, alright?"

She bit down hard on the gag in her mouth, her eyes instantly filling with angry tears.

He touched her thigh. "Want me to button your clothes?"

She avoided his gaze. She was unmoved by his words. She hated him.

The jackal shrugged, pulling her skirt up on both sides, leaving it unbuttoned. "Can't let it get cold," he chuckled
, touching her vulva.

He untied the white gag from her mouth. "You've earned your right to breathe. How does it feel?"

Her mouth was dry, unable to speak, she tried licking her palate and cheeks to stimulate saliva production.

He walked towards the bedroom door.

"You filthy scoundrel!" she yelled. "You damned, despicable scoundrel! I'll catch you
, castrate you first, and then kill you. Even if it takes my whole life, I'll catch you, I'll kill you
!"

He unlocked the door, turned around, and grinned at her. "Didn't you already catch me? Your vagina
is gripping my penis so tightly, it's unbearable. Little darling, I'll let you catch me again."

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

As he walked out and closed the door facing her, she couldn't help but burst into tears.

She was heartbroken to be a woman.

She wept for a woman's vagina.

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