Female police officer raped on subway

A female police officer was raped on the subway

in early March this year. While on anti-crime duty alone on the subway, she was
sexually assaulted by a brazen man. The perpetrator, 37-year-old 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 a female police officer on duty in a subway car. The

29-year-old victim, Deng Rong, testified 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. The third time Zhao Bingzong did the same, 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 to the subway concourse. During this time, they argued briefly. Once in the concourse, the policewoman showed Zhao Bingzong
her police badge, and only then did he stop to cooperate with the investigation. She then tried to use her mobile phone to
call for help from her colleagues on patrol nearby. Zhao Bingzong, feigning defiance, shouted, "Come on! Come and arrest me!" Then, taking
advantage of the policewoman's momentary lapse in attention, he broke free and ran, with the policewoman in hot pursuit.

Turning a corner into a more secluded area, Zhao
Bingzong slipped into a van
. The policewoman, unable to find him, looked around in bewilderment when Zhao Bingzong grabbed her from behind and forcibly dragged her into the van. The policewoman struggled desperately, screaming, but Zhao Bingzong reached into his pocket and quickly pulled out a strip of white cloth. She could no longer
scream, as he had gagged her with the cloth; her voice could only linger in her throat.
He moved swiftly, tightening the white gag around her mouth, making it hard for her to breathe. She slowly lost consciousness.
His thin, bony fingers pulled the gag tighter behind her head, tying two knots at the back. He
drove stopped.

The policewoman woke up, turning her head frantically, trying to speak in protest, to beg for forgiveness
, or to cry for help, but her mouth was firmly gagged. He straightened up, satisfied with his work
: "I think I have to settle this 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 have to 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 single minute. 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 do this. 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 in secret,
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 go away, get out, leave 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 determined not to comply. Deng Rong knew it was hopeless; he had gotten her answer, and she
had gotten his reply.

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 trembling, and watched helplessly as his trousers fell to the ground. He emerged from his trousers,
wearing only white athletic shorts, the bulge in his thighs resembling a hard pebble.

The policewoman tried to plead with him, to beg him for mercy, that she didn't want to do it, that she was
free, that she belonged to herself. She had never been raped before, nor had she ever suffered such humiliation.
Humiliation . Why her of all people? What was he trying to prove? Was he some kind of beast? But her words were choked by
the white gag in her mouth, stuck in her throat, only angry sobs
escaping .

Deng Rong's breathing quickened, her terrified eyes fixed on him as he pulled down her athletic shorts.

God, please don't do that, save me, protect me! She prayed, hoping this wouldn't happen. Did
n'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 pound. "Ah, let me touch your
lovely things first," he said hoarsely, his voice strange.

He unbuttoned the policewoman's clothes one by one. She struggled to twist her body to one side, the last button popping open
, her uniform slightly undone. His hard hands forcefully pulled her upper body towards him, simultaneously tearing open her bra.

She saw her two bare breasts, two small brown nipples like crowns set against 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 this big and round in years."

His rough hands cupped her breasts, rubbing and kneading them. Suddenly, he removed his hands:
"Alright, enough 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, let me show you."
"Show me.

Ah, I want to see your world-famous 'little thing' too."

She was furious and determined to fight back, so she raised her legs to kick him away. But he reached out with his iron-like
hands and firmly grabbed her legs, prying them apart, then pressed himself against her naked body, using
the full weight of his hips to pin her left leg to the mattress, while 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 coming undone.

He lifted the skirt. She gasped for breath, trying to recall what had happened inside that morning. What kind of panties were they wearing? She
remembered, which only intensified her fear. They were sheer black lace panties, barely two inches
wide, with two narrow straps tied at the back. They were the thinnest panties she ever owned, barely covering her private
parts, practically like she wasn't wearing anything at all. Normally, wearing them wouldn't affect the smooth curves of her skirt and coat, but
now she knew they would easily tear. Her suspicions were immediately confirmed. She saw him
staring intently between her legs, his small eyes burning with lust. Then, she felt his terrifying
member pressing against her thighs.

"My God!" he screamed, and began 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 the mysterious mound of earth in her pubic area, his eyes burning with lust.

"My God!" he screamed again, "How wonderful! What a wonderful little thing! Okay, this is definitely
exciting. You must be itching to get it, right? 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 stared greedily 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 struggling desperately
in the ropes. He was like a wild beast—a jackal, so ferocious 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 closed her eyes tightly, silently pleading in her throat
for a miracle, for a savior, just to stop this from happening, 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 him being rough, 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 hard penetrate her—his fingers. "Oh, my god!" Suddenly,
his fingers withdrew. 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 within her like a hungry wolf, like fire, harming 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 shook and twisted her body desperately,
trying to escape that thing, trying to get rid of the penis that had burrowed deep inside her. Her throat screamed and sobbed as she tried to
escape this disaster. She struggled fiercely, her eyes blurred with tears, unable to see anything. He ignored the policewoman
's resistance. Helplessly, she relaxed her exhausted and 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 lifted 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.

Deng Rong's 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 and savage torture. It felt as if
a rat, an ever-growing rat, was slithering up and down at a hundred kilometers per hour inside her,
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, savage beast! Deng Rong's body ached terribly;
the rat inside her had once again cleaved her in two. She screamed hoarsely, but no one heard her. She felt
him begin to lift himself up, heard him panting heavily—he had ejaculated. The lingering smell of alcohol he brought with 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, his entire weight pressing down on 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 shout triumphantly. The policewoman lay there, like a dead woman, like an animal that had just been tortured, breathing
with great difficulty. As he got up from his seat, she opened her eyes. He was standing beside her, fastening his trousers.

He came over after he finished belting. "You did a great job, baby, but you'll feel even better next time if
you cooperate properly. You gave me a little trouble earlier, made me exert myself a bit, and forced me
to take my penis out earlier than usual. I promise I'll go slowly next time."

Deng Rong lay there, staring at the ceiling of the carriage. She felt as if many dirty things
were crawling , 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 touched her face, "that sex won't do you any
harm 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 gag in her mouth, her eyes instantly filling 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.

The jackal shrugged, pulled up her skirt, but didn't button it up. "Can't let it get cold," he chuckled,
touching the policewoman's vulva. He untied the white gag in her mouth. "You've earned your
right to breathe. How does it feel?"

Deng Rong's mouth was dry, unable to 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'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 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 ." 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 to be
a woman. She wept for a woman's vulva.

[The End]

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