Unforgettable rape

I glanced at my watch; it's almost 11 PM and I'm still on the bus home. There are only two or three passengers left. I'm so late because I had dinner with my college classmates and am exhausted after a long day at work, so I'm dozing off on the bus.

I work at a tech company. As soon as the company doors open, you can see me and another colleague at the reception desk, serving everyone. Because it's the company's flagship location, the company-issued uniforms are quite formal, and of course, looks are also... I think I'm just as good-looking as anyone else in the company, though beauty is subjective!

Want me to introduce myself in more detail? Why do I need to introduce myself in an article? Okay! Name: Secret; 25 years old; have been dating a boyfriend for over a year; Measurements: Secret; Height: 162 cm; Weight: 48 kg; the rest is up to your imagination...

To save on rent, I recently moved to a new apartment in a newly built residential area on the outskirts of the city center. The building is new, the rent is cheap, and there's a bus to my workplace, making commuting convenient, so I decided to rent here. The only inconvenience is that I have to get up very early to get ready in the morning. My place is a bit far from the main road; it's about a 10-12 minute walk from the bus stop to my rented apartment.

Today, because I had a dinner party after work, I changed into more casual clothes: a pink short-sleeved t-shirt, a white skirt, and flat shoes. Because I got up early and came home late today, I was completely exhausted and fell asleep on the bus. "Miss, your stop has arrived!" I was woken by the loud voice and looked out the window at my stop.

I hurriedly grabbed my bag and headed for the door. The driver leaned out of his seat and looked at me. It was the same driver I usually take on my commute! No wonder he knew I was getting off at this stop. What a coincidence to run into the same driver! I thanked him as I passed him, and he nodded in response. Then I got off the bus.

After getting off the bus, I took out my phone from my bag and checked the time; it was already past eleven. I turned into the alley I usually frequented, but surprisingly, there wasn't a single light on. None of the normally bright streetlights were working, but the full moonlight at least allowed me to vaguely make out the shape of the road. Since it was late, I

didn't think much of it and continued walking. After walking a short distance, someone suddenly covered my mouth from behind, and a hard object was placed against my chest. Startled by the sudden situation, I froze, not knowing how to react. "This is a very sharp Lambeau knife. If you don't want to die, be quiet and follow me obediently. Nod if you understand," the woman's voice sounded in my ear, somewhat mechanical, like a computer. She then waved the knife in front of my eyes a few times before placing it against the back of my neck.

Having never encountered anything like this before, I didn't know how to react. For my life, I could only nod slightly and do as she instructed. Seeing me nod, the person behind me released their hand and pushed me forward. Strangely enough, the streetlights on this road home are usually bright and there are usually cars passing by, but today the lights were off and no cars were passing by. At that moment, I really hoped a car would pass by and save my life.

During this time, I kept recalling that familiar female voice. Soon, they pushed me into a small alley. Because this area was a newly opened residential area by the government, there were many houses still under construction. After walking for a while, I remembered that the female voice was the voice of the Google translator. Was this person afraid that their voice would be recognized, so they used a mobile phone to speak? Just thinking this, the person behind me pushed me to a house. The door was already installed. He easily opened the door and gestured for me to go inside.

After we went inside, the person behind me closed the door. I could hear the door locking. At this point, I roughly realized that this was definitely a rape attempt. Once inside the house, it would be difficult to escape. I had been foolishly led to a dead end.

There was no light in the house, but the person behind me seemed very familiar with its layout, pushing me forward. I was pushed up the stairs, probably to the second floor, then to the third, and then turned right. I could see a door-sized frame with a faint light shining through.

I was pushed into the room; the dim moonlight shone through the window, revealing that the room had been furnished and contained a double bed. Suddenly, I was forcefully pushed towards the bed. Before I could react, I was thrown face down on the bed, and at the same time, I heard the door close and lock.

In this state, I vaguely knew I couldn't escape being raped. "Lie obediently in the middle of the bed. As long as you listen to me, I won't hurt you," Miss Google said again. To avoid being harmed, I obeyed and moved to the middle of the bed. "Good, turn over." I obediently turned and lay face up on the pillow. Then the person climbed onto the bed, and a knife was held to my neck.

He was on top of me, and the moonlight streaming through the window made his face vaguely visible. He was quite handsome, with short hair, and looked to be only about 20 years old—very young. "Just lie still and don't move. If you move, I'll cut your carotid artery, and you'll bleed to death here," he said, using a threatening voice.

I clamped my legs together, pressed my hands against my body, and obeyed his words, afraid to move. He held a knife to my neck with one hand, while the other hand began to grope my body, then started to pull up my t-shirt. It started to feel cold from my stomach, then moved to my chest, breasts, until the shirt was pulled up to my neck. He easily cut the shirt in half with the knife, showing me how sharp it was.

His hand rubbed my breasts through my bra, and after a few rubs, he slipped his hand inside the bra and rubbed my 34C right breast, his fingers lightly touching my nipple. Under his stimulation, my nipples involuntarily hardened. He pulled down the bra on my right breast and took my nipple into his mouth. He gently sucked on it, his tongue swirling around it, his teeth occasionally nibbling lightly. The stimulation sent waves of pleasure through my brain, and I bit my lip to stifle any sound.

I'd had many sexual experiences before, and my breasts had been licked countless times, but this time the pleasure was far more intense. The fear and the pleasure from my nipples spurted at my brain, and my body trembled involuntarily.

He caressed my left breast with one hand; he kissed my right breast from time to time, licking the areola with his tongue and sucking on my nipple. The pleasure from the stimulation of my breasts also affected my lower body. My clenched legs slowly relaxed. He seemed to know that my legs had relaxed, so he immediately put his foot between my legs and pressed it against me. My thigh muscles had been tense for too long and now they were too weak to clench. His hand also went down and lifted my short skirt, and he began to gently touch my thighs.

He slowly stroked from my thighs down to my groin, touching my sensitive spot near my vulva, which made my legs tremble. After repeating this two or three times, he ran his finger through my underwear across the outside of my vulva. Perhaps it was the arousal of my desire combined with the stimulation of my nipples that made me let out a soft "hmm".

He roamed his hand over my genitals while he took turns giving me oral sex on my breasts. I had been biting my lip to keep quiet, but I had never experienced such a combination of tension and pleasure before, and my mouth started to utter "mmm" sounds.

Not long after, I felt liquid running down my neck. I panicked, wondering if the knife had cut me. To protect myself, I said in a coquettish voice, "I'll cooperate with you. Can you take the knife off my neck? I feel like it's cut me." Hearing this, the man didn't say anything and just tossed the knife off the bed, probably trusting that I would do whatever he wanted. As soon as the knife was off my hand, I checked my neck. It was just sweat; thankfully, there was no wound. Perhaps my initial panic about the knife cutting my neck had eased my anxiety.

The man got off me. "Take off your underwear yourself," Miss Google's voice came again. I obediently sat up to take off my underwear, and only after touching the middle of it did I realize it was already a little wet. I watched him take off his underwear, and as soon as my vulva touched the air, I felt a cool sensation. I touched my vaginal opening and realized it was completely wet. My face flushed. This was the first time I had come so much fluid, and it was under duress. I sat naked on the bed, watching him, when I suddenly realized I had taken off my skirt, top, and bra...

I turned to look at the man, blushing. He was dressed in all black, and I couldn't see his figure clearly in the darkness. I only saw him throw a few things onto the bed from his pocket. Because it was too dark, I couldn't see what he threw on the bed. Then he took off his pants and underwear, and I could vaguely see his erect penis standing there. He picked up the things he had just thrown on the bed, unpacked them, and put them on his penis. Upon closer inspection, I realized they were condoms. After the man finished preparing, he picked up his phone, pushed my body down with one hand, and then climbed on top of me.

He lay on top of me, touching my breasts. Even just a light touch made me moan softly. He straightened up, spread my legs into an M-shape, and pointed the phone camera at me. The flash went off twice and then stayed on, the phone's light so bright it hurt my eyes that I turned my head away. Slowly, I felt something pressing against my vulva, rubbing and circling, becoming increasingly pleasurable and sensitive. My lower body trembled involuntarily. I had never experienced this kind of pleasure before...

"Mmm...mmm...no...why is it so...so comfortable..." I murmured softly, my lips pursed. After circling the outside a few times, I felt something pry open my vaginal opening and enter a tiny bit. This movement made my lower body tremble violently. It stayed at the vaginal opening for a few seconds before withdrawing. The moment it withdrew, my mood instantly shifted from anticipation to emptiness. Then it rubbed up and down against my labia.

My labia were being rubbed, and then suddenly it pryed open my vaginal opening again, entering a tiny bit before stopping. My nipple was suddenly pinched, and I made a comfortable "Mmm~~~" sound. I increasingly longed for that thing to be inserted into my vagina, and just as I thought that, it withdrew from my vaginal opening. This action only made me more excited, wanting something to be inserted...

As soon as he withdrew, I felt liquid flowing out of my opening. Then the thing pushed back in, and my lower body was almost completely aroused. Suddenly, my right nipple was sucked. "Ah

...

The climax subsided slightly, and I could feel the warmth of the thing inside me. The man's body was pressing against my groin, confirming it was his penis. The man got up, and I thought it was over, but then he took out his phone and started filming our joined genitals. Suddenly, the camera focused on my face, and his penis began thrusting. But my climax hadn't completely subsided. "No~ I'm still so sensitive~~~ Hmm~~ Hmm~~" His thrusting made me moan incessantly, "Hmm~~ Hmm~~ Oh~~ Oh~~~" It was the first time I'd experienced such pleasurable penetration, especially from a stranger.
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No wonder a friend told me sex was amazing. Even though I was being raped by a stranger, it gave me feelings I'd never experienced before. The pleasure of the penis rubbing against my vagina kept pounding against me; it was truly pleasurable and comfortable. He hadn't been thrusting in long when I had my second orgasm. The pleasure was so intense that my legs were trembling uncontrollably. "Ohh

... He thrust faster than before, and my moans quickened with each thrust. He continued thrusting until my third orgasm before finally ejaculating. After ejaculating, he pulled his penis out, removed the condom, tied it back on, and tossed it aside. He was on his phone, setting something.

I sat up and reached out to touch his penis. He didn't resist, letting me touch it while he looked at his phone screen. His penis was a little soft after ejaculating, but it soon hardened again as I touched it with my right hand. I stroked his penis; it was a little smaller and shorter than my boyfriend's. I felt around the bedside and found a condom. I opened the packaging and put it on him. Even my boyfriend had never helped him put on a condom. Only after I finished did I realize—wasn't this telling him I wanted to continue? With my boyfriend, sex always ended after he ejaculated. For him to express to a stranger that he wanted more... I suddenly couldn't think straight, sitting on the bed, clutching his penis, completely stunned.

"I knew you'd want to continue. Women I've raped always crave more. Enjoy yourself; I'll make you feel like you're in heaven," he said, referring to me as Miss Google. I lowered my head shyly, remaining silent, feeling my vagina yearn for his penis again, some fluid leaking from the opening.

"Turn around and kneel on the bed, stick your butt out, and lift your body up, oh," Miss Google told me. I obediently did as he said, lying on the bed with my butt up; my body was on the bed, but perhaps the position was wrong, as he lifted my body up; my knees and elbows were on the bed—this was the horse-riding position! He didn't explain clearly, making it impossible for me to understand.

I looked down and saw him place his phone between my legs, then gripped my waist with both hands. His penis gently rubbed against my already soaked vulva, hesitating to penetrate. This stimulation made my vagina increasingly crave his penis. Suddenly, his penis slid into my vagina. "Ohhhhhhh!" The sudden penetration made me let out a long groan. "Why so suddenly?" The unexpected insertion made me protest. Before I could finish speaking, he started thrusting. His hands held my waist and he thrust repeatedly. This position felt different from lying down before, it was especially comfortable. After only a few thrusts, I couldn't help but moan again.

The first time I was penetrated in this position, the completely unfamiliar pleasure overwhelmed me. "Mmm...so good...so comfortable...ah...you're so amazing..." I actually said these words to the man raping me. "This position is so comfortable...mmm...so deep..." These words probably encouraged him, and he thrust even deeper and harder.

Not long after we started thrusting, I cried out, "Mmm... I'm about to climax... a little gentler... ohhhhhh!" Shortly after, I climaxed. He pressed his penis against me and then lay on top of me, touching my breasts. It felt so good; my body trembled a few times. "You can move now..." As my climax subsided, I asked him to continue. This continued until he ejaculated, and then I collapsed onto the bed, exhausted.

After resting for a while, I turned over and lay on the pillow, watching him put away the condoms. After he finished, he picked up his phone and started using it. The phone emitted my moans, making my face flush and my heart race. A little while later, he put another condom on his penis. After he finished, I got up and hugged him. I did this mainly to check his physique; he was quite thin, practically without any excess fat. After confirming this, I grasped his penis and tried to insert it into my vagina, but he pulled me off the bed by his thighs.

He dragged me to the edge of the bed and made me sit on it. Then he guided me to wrap my arms around his neck, and then lifted me up by holding my thighs. He was very thin but incredibly strong. I wrapped my legs around his body like a koala, and his penis pressed against my genitals, making me want him to penetrate me. He carried me into the room until my back touched something like cloth before letting go with one hand. I looked back and saw him part the curtains to reveal a floor-to-ceiling window. He then opened the door and carried me outside. It was a

bit chilly outside in the middle of the autumn night. I looked around and saw that it was completely dark; there wasn't a single light on the houses along the street. I looked up and saw no obstructions; I could see the stars directly, so it must be the top floor of the building. He took a few steps forward and lifted my buttocks, pressing his penis against my genitals. The first time, the position wasn't quite right; his penis slipped outside my genitals and hit my stomach instead.

"A little higher, just a little bit more, that's it, right here." He was trying again, and I guided him to the correct position so that his penis could successfully penetrate my vagina. As soon as it was inserted, he started moving his penis up and down while holding my thighs, thrusting it in and out of my vagina. It was the first time I had done this position outdoors, and it was so exciting that I was afraid someone would see. I comfortably closed my mouth and moaned softly, not daring to be too loud. My nipples kept rubbing against his clothes. "~Mmm~~~Mmm~~~~"

His penis kept rubbing against my vagina. It felt like we had been in this position for a long time, and he still hadn't put me down. "Oh~~Oh~~No~~Too exciting~~~So good~~~I'm going to~~~orgasm~~~~" The stimulation made me lose my composure. The closer I got to orgasm, the louder my moans became. "Oh~~orgasm~~~" My arms were a little weak, and I couldn't hold him anymore. He put me on the wall and held my body until I could exert some strength. Then he put me on the ground and made me stand up. Then he made me turn around and lie face down on the wall.

I'd forgotten he hadn't ejaculated yet. He held my waist and thrust his penis into me from behind, another wave of pleasurable pleasure washing over me. "Mmm...mmm..." This position felt incredibly good, and my soft breasts swayed as he pushed them. Suddenly, I realized I was being raped, yet I was moaning and even orgasming. I pursed my lips, enduring the thrusting pleasure without moaning, even sucking on my hand, but a few moans still escaped. I strained to hold back my orgasm, but the man seemed to know I was holding back, thrusting even harder, and I could hear the slapping sounds.

For a long time, we were outdoors, competing to see who would orgasm first. Just when I couldn't hold on any longer, his penis trembled inside my vagina. I knew he had ejaculated and was enjoying his victory. As my lower body relaxed, I also orgasmed amidst the trembling of his ejaculation. The orgasm made my legs weak. Afraid I would fall, he held my breasts, rubbing and even pinching my nipples, until both of our orgasms stopped. Then he pulled his penis out and led me into the room.

As soon as I entered the room, I lay down on the bed to rest. After my first orgasm, I almost forgot I had been raped. I was being raped, yet I still felt comfortable and enjoyed the pleasure. I had never been this wanton during sex with my boyfriend, and I didn't even moan.

I lay weakly on the bed and asked him, "Have you been following me?" I thought that with my looks, he might have been targeting me for a long time. "No~ I just picked someone randomly based on their figure. You just happened to be passing by and you have a nice figure." After a few seconds, Miss Google said this. (In the following dialogue, the guy replies using Miss Google, and I always have to wait a while for a response, so I won't elaborate further.)

"Is this your first time doing this?"

Every time I waited for his reply, my eyelids would close slightly. I was so tired, and sleepiness kept creeping in. "You are the eighth woman I have raped." After hearing him say that, I thought to myself, he's obviously good-looking and has a great figure, yet he did this kind of thing.

"Compared to the previous women, am I pretty?" I'm quite concerned about my looks, haha.

"Even cuter and prettier than the previous seven; your skin is also very pink and well-maintained." I was happy to hear that; she was indeed no less beautiful than the other women.

"Did I... make you feel good?" I asked him shyly.

"Your pussy is very tight, it feels so good, and you're the first woman to make me ejaculate so many times." I was even happier to hear that.

"Can I see the video I just filmed?" He said, operating his phone and pointing the screen at me. I was lying on the bed with a penis constantly thrusting into my vagina, my breasts shaking incessantly. It felt so good that I would open my mouth and moan a few times, and even my moans were recorded.

I looked at it and my ears burned; I had actually been penetrated like this by a stranger. "Can you send me the video?" I asked him for the video, wanting to go home and watch the scene of this rape. He nodded and agreed to my request. I turned to my side, reached for my bag, picked up my phone, unlocked it, and handed it to him.

While waiting for him to send the video to my phone, I wanted to ask him more questions, but my eyelids couldn't stay open and slowly closed, and I fell asleep.

I don't know how long I slept, but I vaguely felt someone stroking my breasts in my dream. Soon after, I felt pleasure coming from below. "Mmm...mmm...mmm..." I moaned comfortably with my eyes closed. This comfortable pleasure woke me up. I opened my eyes while moaning, my vision was blurry, and I saw him moving continuously below me.

I was too tired, so I closed and opened my eyes several times before I could see clearly that he was lifting my legs and thrusting in and out. I didn't even realize that my legs were automatically forming an M shape to accommodate his penetration. "Mmm...mmm...I'm really tired, let me sleep for a bit!" He ignored what I said and just kept thrusting into my vagina. I lay on the bed with my eyes closed, enjoying the comfortable pleasure. "Mmm...oh...oh...so...comfortable...you...how...how...have so much stamina...oh..." This time, he ejaculated before I climaxed. I almost climaxed, which made me feel a little empty.

After he ejaculated, he withdrew his penis from my vagina. I roughly knew what he was doing, so I left my legs slightly open to allow him to continue. There were strange noises coming from inside, and I didn't know what he was doing. After a while, I heard him say, "You've been asleep for over an hour, and it's 3 a.m. If you sleep here, the construction workers will find you in the morning. Don't call the police, or I'll distribute the video." It was a typical rapist tactic, often reported in the news, so I wasn't surprised. But only when I experienced it myself could I truly understand the suffering of the victim.

I only realized what I was doing after hearing those words. I sat up for a moment, stunned, before looking for my phone. I picked it up, turned on the flashlight, and shone it around. The man had already opened the door and run away. I used my phone to look for the clothes I had taken off, but I only found a skirt and a ripped t-shirt. I couldn't find my underwear, so I had to wear only the skirt. The front of the t-shirt was cut in half, so I wore it inside out as an outer garment to cover my chest. I untied my hair from the back, which at least covered some of my chest.

After getting dressed, I went outside and only saw stairs leading down. I moved my flashlight down to the first floor and shone it around. The house was furnished, but somewhat messy. I found the front door and left the house, heading home. The streetlights on my way home were still out of service, so I used my phone's flashlight to hurry home.

I was so tired when I got home that I collapsed onto the bed without even taking off my clothes and fell asleep. I had taken half a day off work that morning because I was so exhausted. I had considered calling the police, but then I remembered he used a condom, so there was no semen inside me and I couldn't collect DNA. Besides, I had immediately showered after waking up and forgotten about preserving evidence of the rape. And besides, he had let me experience… so I gave up the idea. Maybe everyone who's been raped thinks like this, which is why they don't get caught! I also went back to the house where I was raped and only saw a few workers cleaning up; I didn't see anyone resembling the man.

During a break at home, I watched the video he sent me. I was surprised that I could moan like that. Thinking back on the process, it felt really good. Watching it made my genitals itchy, and I wanted him to penetrate me again.

I met this boyfriend by chance after graduation, and after dating for half a year, I gave him my first experience. We didn't see each other every day, but we would go to a hotel to have sex every week. Every time we had sex, he could thrust for more than 30 minutes before ejaculating, but I didn't feel very comfortable during those 30 minutes of thrusting. Sometimes he would make me orgasm once before he ejaculated, and sometimes he would ejaculate before I even had an orgasm. Almost every time we had sex, I felt very uncomfortable being penetrated.

Although this man's penis didn't last as long as my boyfriend's, it was stronger and made me feel very good and comfortable. This rape was unforgettable; it was the most pleasurable experience I'd had since I had any sexual encounters. After this experience, when I went to hotels with my boyfriend, he couldn't satisfy me. I didn't tell him about the rape, and our weekly hotel dates became routine. There was no longer the excitement, pleasure, or thrill of being raped; even my orgasms were faked. Six months later, after a big fight, I broke up with him.

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