Female police officer raped on subway

A female police officer was raped on the subway
in early March this year. The 37-year-old man, Zhao Bingzong, 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, he sexually assaulted the female officer on duty in a subway car. 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 Zhao Bingzong, who was close behind her, repeatedly thrust his lower body into her right buttock three times, each time lasting about one second. When Zhao Bingzong did the same thing a third time, she felt him sweep her arm upwards with his left hand. She immediately turned around, grabbed Zhao Bingzong, and said, "I'm a police officer, how dare you sexually assault me!"
Zhao Bingzong ignored her at the time. She grabbed Zhao Bingzong's hand, and in a half-pulling, half-struggling motion, they took the escalator down to the subway concourse. During this time, they argued briefly. Once in the concourse, the policewoman showed Zhao Bingzong a police warrant card, and only then did he stop to cooperate with the investigation. She was about to use her mobile phone to call for help from her colleagues patrolling the area when Zhao Bingzong 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, Zhao Bingzong slipped into a van. The policewoman couldn't find him and was looking around in confusion when Zhao Bingzong grabbed her from behind and forcibly dragged her into the van. The policewoman struggled desperately and screamed, but Zhao Bingzong 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 cloth tightened in her mouth, making it difficult for her to breathe. She slowly lost consciousness. His thin fingers tightened the white cloth strips behind her head, tying them into knots, one, then two. The van drove away, stopping at an abandoned warehouse next to the dock.
The policewoman woke up, turning her head frantically, trying to speak in protest, plead, or cry for help, but her mouth was firmly gagged. He straightened up, satisfied with his work: "I think I 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 gag, and quickly bent down to re-gag her, the gag sinking 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 do this. If you say 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 some 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 that something like this would happen. No, this isn’t real. It’s not real. This won’t happen to her, it won’t happen… 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 leave, get out, and get away from her. She felt her hands firmly bound to the chair, so she kicked hard, trying to knock him down with her left foot, to let him know she was resolute in her refusal. Deng Rong knew it was hopeless; he had gotten her answer, and she had gotten his. He slowly unbuckled his wide leather belt. She closed her legs, one leg over the other. "Alright, baby," he leered, "since you won't cooperate, I have no choice but to use this method. You've asked for trouble." She was terrified, her body 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 resembling a hard pebble. The policewoman 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 subjected to this kind of humiliation—why her of all people? 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 off 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 the policewoman, his hands already unbuttoning her uniform. The nauseating smell of his whiskey made her heart leap. "Ah, let me touch your lovely things first," he said, his voice hoarse and strange. He unbuttoned the policewoman's uniform one button at a time. She struggled to twist her body to one side, the last button popping open, her uniform slightly unbuttoned. His hard hands forcefully pulled her upper body towards him, simultaneously tearing off her bra. She saw her two bare breasts, two small brown nipples like crowns embedded in her snow-white, jade-like breasts. "Hey, look here," Deng Rong heard him say. "Hmm, 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, right? Okay: now it's my turn to show you. Ah, I want to see your world-famous 'little thing' too."
She was furious, determined to fight back, and tried to kick him away. But he grabbed her legs with his iron-like hands, pried them apart, and then, naked, pressed himself against her, pinning her left leg to the mattress with his full weight. At the same time, he grabbed her right leg, which was kicking wildly in the air, rendering her immobile. With his free right hand, he unbuttoned the policewoman's uniform skirt, finally unbuttoning the last one. He lifted the skirt. She gasped, trying to remember what she had been wearing that morning. She remembered, which only increased her fear. It was a pair of transparent black silk knitting panties. 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 tear easily. Her fears were immediately confirmed. She saw him staring intently between her legs, his small eyes burning with greed. Then, she felt his intimidating member pressing against her thighs. "My God," he groaned, 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, "How wonderful," how wonderful this little thing is, good, this is definitely exciting. You can't hold back anymore, can you? I can't wait either. "With that, 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 throw him off balance. But as soon as her legs were raised, he grabbed her ankles. His muscles were incredibly elastic, and her struggle was 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 the policewoman's legs, swaying wantonly. She groaned, her hands desperately struggling in the ropes. He was like a wild beast—a jackal, so vicious and ugly! Oh 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 save her; she was alone there, 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 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!" Suddenly, his fingers were removed. Deng Rong opened her eyes, and 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 and hurting her like a hungry wolf, like fire within her. The rapid, torrential thrusts almost tore her to pieces. She felt his body grow heavier and heavier. The policewoman's fear and anger transformed into an explosive force; she swayed and twisted her body desperately, trying to get rid of that thing—the penis that wanted to burrow deep inside her. Her dry throat... Screaming and sobbing, she struggled desperately to escape the ordeal, 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 between hers, pressing his entire upper body against hers, his hands groping her shoulders, his lower body thrusting and pushing 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 she would be the one suffering. He pressed down on her, thrusting like a beast. She felt no pleasure, only his sadistic rage. It was destroying everything inside her, pounding into her body like a fist. Deng Rong's resistance grew weaker and weaker; her legs and feet couldn't throw her off balance or stop him. Instead, they only stimulated him, subjecting her to more intense and savage torture. It felt as if a rat—an ever-growing rat—was scurrying up and down at a hundred kilometers per hour inside her, causing her body to 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 being destroyed by a mindless, inhuman, savage beast! Deng Rong's body ached terribly. The rat inside her split her in two again. She screamed desperately, but no one heard her. She felt him begin to lift up, heard him panting heavily, and he ejaculated. The smell of alcohol he brought with him still lingered on her, which could be washed away, but the filth he had sprayed from his lower body would forever pollute every organ inside her. 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 heard him proudly call out. The policewoman 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. He came over after fastening his belt, "You did a great job, baby, but you'll feel even better next time, as long as you cooperate properly." "You gave me a little trouble just now, 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, nauseating 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, "that sex won't do you any harm. It's over and done with, why make such a fuss? It's over, everyone just has 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 it up?" She avoided his gaze. She was unmoved by his words. She hated him. The jackal shrugged, pulled up her skirt, but didn't button it up, "Don't let it get cold," he chuckled and touched the policewoman's vulva. He untied the white cloth gag from her mouth. "You've earned 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. Zhao Bingzong 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 unbearable. 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 facing her, Deng Rong couldn't help but burst into tears. She was heartbroken that she was a woman. She wept for a woman's vulva.

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