Gang rape

It was another dreadful weekend. Because of overtime, Qin Chu didn't leave the office until 9 PM. At that time, only a very few offices in the Public Security Bureau were still lit. Although it was summer, it was completely dark.

She had just driven to the main gate when Han Gang called out, "Director Qin!" and came out of the guardhouse to stop her.

A feeling of fear welled up inside her, along with humiliation and… something she couldn't quite understand.

She stopped the car and rolled down the window.

"Director Qin, your letter," Han Gang said, walking over and handing her an envelope.

"Thank you," she replied, continuing to drive.

But she knew that the thick envelope in her hand was definitely not good news, so as soon as she turned a corner, she impatiently tore it open. As she expected, it contained dozens of obscene photos taken by Han Gang during her rape, including one of her being forced to perform oral sex on him while wearing her police uniform, her badge number clearly displayed on her chest. Despite having anticipated it, seeing these obscene photos still made her blush and her heart race—she wasn't as panicked as before; she knew this was what she was going to encounter, something she'd foreseen ever since Yao'er and her gang had played with her .

There was also a note in the envelope: "Go find Yao'er right now, change into sexy clothes, and sneak to my duty room so I can do what I want, otherwise the photos aren't safe."

"You pervert..."

she cursed angrily.

But with her weakness in their hands, she still parked her car in the underground parking lot of a large supermarket, then took a taxi to Yao'er's place. After being violated by Yao'er, she changed out of her formal attire and into revealing streetwalker clothes. Although it was a starry night, she still wore a long raincoat to cover herself, and quietly took a taxi to the entrance of the Public Security Bureau. Once she was sure no one was watching, she quietly knocked on Han Gang's duty room door.

Every night, the guards no longer stood guard but rested in the inner room. The guardhouse consisted of two rooms, one inside and one outside. The outer room served as the mailroom and the guard's night shift break room.

As soon as Qin Chu stepped inside, Han Gang eagerly rushed forward and embraced her.

"Baby, did you miss me?"

Qin Chu pitifully clung to him, trying to struggle but unable to move. Han Gang's arms wrapped around her delicate body, making her feel helpless, a helplessness that evoked a feeling she couldn't quite describe—a mixture of excitement and shyness. For some reason, she felt an impulse, an impulse she couldn't quite define.

"What are you doing? Where is this? How dare you…"

"Don't call out, if someone sees us, it won't be good for either of us," she still resisted, but she knew it was just an act.

"Call me," Han commanded.

"…"

"Call me, call me Daddy."

"Daddy…"

Then, pitifully and helplessly, "Don't hurt me…"

"Good girl… as long as you're good, I won't hurt you, I'll make you even more satisfied," he said with a mysterious smile.

"Why did you bring me here?"

"Because I missed you." Han Gang continued to greedily touch and kiss her body.

"No... I'll let you... hurry... let me go back after you're done... this place isn't good... there might be people..."

"Kneel down, suck my cock with your mouth."

She was forced to kneel down and suck his big cock. She worked very hard, partly to leave this place of trouble as soon as possible, and partly because she couldn't explain why. Han Gang stood on the ground with his legs spread apart, and she knelt down and used her lips and tongue to lick Han Gang's cock up and down and side to side, making the huge purplish-red rod swell and stand up.

Looking at that hard and thick penis, Qin Chu involuntarily began to breathe softly, her face flushed, and finally she whispered, "Daddy..."

"Look at you, you slut," Han Gang sneered, roughly stripping off her already scant clothing, binding her arms behind her back, then raising her legs and tying them to her head with a rope from the knees up. He then laid her face up on the bed, her feet raised high in the air.

Han Gang took the panties he had just taken off Qin Chu and played with them, teasingly putting them over her head.

Qin Chu's genitals were already soaked from Han Gang's abuse, and her panties were slick with sticky fluid. Han Gang adjusted the wettest part to Qin Chu's mouth and nose, and then, incredibly, kissed Qin Chu's face, which was covered in the scent of her panties, passionately yet tenderly.

Bound by her arms and legs and with a pair of sexy panties over her head, Qin Chu helplessly allowed Han Gang to kiss and play with her, her lower body undulating uncontrollably…

Han Gang didn't even take off his pants, just unzipped them, stood on the ground, and thrust his large penis into Qin Chu's vagina, pumping wildly…

“Mmm…”

she still cooperated, moaning through her nose.

Under the control of her profession and status, she was a reserved and dignified hostess, a third-level police supervisor, and a leader in the provincial political department, but under the control of her primal lust, she desperately needed something…

“Bang bang bang…”

A brutal knocking sound came from outside the door, “Gangzi, Han Gang, what the hell are you doing locking the door while on duty? Open the door!”

It was several of Han Gang’s demobilized comrades who worked as security guards.

Han Gang was also a little flustered, and quickly pulled out his penis before he could ejaculate.

“What the hell are you doing? Open the door!” The rough knocking and shouting outside the door clearly indicated that they were drunk.

Han Gang and Qin Chu, who were frantically moving around, were both stunned. Han Gang didn't have time to untie Qin Chu; he picked her up, who was bound and unable to move, and shoved her under the bed before zipping up his pants and opening the door.

Three men entered: two security guards and Tong Qiang, a newly recruited police officer in the provincial capital's Public Security Bureau's Public Security Detachment. They had all served in the same unit, but only Tong Qiang had passed the police exam.

The room was immediately filled with the strong smell of alcohol.

Before they had even gotten into their drinking, they brought out several plastic bags of cold dishes and a large plastic bag containing over a dozen bottles of beer, placed them on the table, and continued drinking.

Qin Chu lay curled up under the bed, afraid to move or breathe, watching the four men's large feet moving erratically under the table and listening to their drunken swearing, enduring it all with difficulty. Fortunately, a sheet was draped over the bed, only twenty centimeters off the ground, preventing the three men from seeing the naked woman bound beneath.

"Damn it, that girl from the security squad today, the deputy squad leader, yelled at me for opening the door too slowly. I really wanted to fuck her," one of them said, venting his anger.

"Come on, what can you do if she yells at you or curses at you? You still have to apologize and open the door for her."

"Can't I just imagine fucking her if I can't?"

"Haha...you guys know, Japan has inflatable movie star mannequins. You can order one of any movie star you want to fuck, and they'll even call you 'husband.' You can go to Japan and order one of those girls and fuck her properly."

"That's great, Japan is the place. But if I were to order one, I'd order Qin Chu, that would be so much fun." "Yeah, yeah

, I'd order Qin Chu too, she's so cute and pretty."

"Alright, alright, let's drink, keep dreaming. Even licking someone's feet would be too disgusting for your tongues."

"Honestly, a beauty like Qin Chu, I'd die happy just to lick her feet."

"Maybe I'll even get Qin Chu to lick my feet," said Han Gang. At the same time, emboldened by the alcohol, he secretly stretched his naked, stinky feet under the bed and rubbed them against Qin Chu's face. Qin Chu dared not move, letting the foul-smelling feet play with her face, holding her breath as she listened to the four men's lewd fantasies about her. But her arms, twisted and placed under the bed, were strained. She could endure it for a short time, but it became unbearable after a while. Several times she tried to adjust her position, afraid of making a sound. Now, feeling that the men had drunk enough and she was too tired to bear it any longer, she tried to move slightly.

Fortunately, her slight movements went unnoticed by the three men, but Han Gang still heard them.

The four men continued drinking. During this time, vehicles entered and exited the gate twice, but the group simply pressed the buttons and turned the gate to let them through; it wasn't a big deal.

Han Gang, fueled by the alcohol, became even more brazen, stretching his leg under the bed. But this time, just as Qin Chu adjusted her position, Han Gang's foot moved too forcefully and unexpectedly, accidentally touching Qin Chu's eye…

“Ah…”

Qin Chu couldn't help but cry out.

The three men were startled, but quickly broke into a wicked grin. "Damn it, Gangzi, I knew you were up to something the hell by opening the door so late. There was someone hiding under the bed!" As he spoke, the draped sheet was pulled back, and several heads peered down at the same time...

"Damn, Gangzi, you've got guts, bringing him to the duty room for some fun, huh? Fifty bucks a time, huh?"

Han Gang, worried they'd recognize Qin Chu, quickly put the sheet back down. "Go away, stop messing around." He retorted, "What fun? I paid three hundred bucks for it."

"Tie him up! That's rape! You're breaking the law!"

"Go away, what do you know? He likes it. He only feels good when he's tied up, you know?"

"Oh! Gangzi, not bad, playing SM."

"Shh..."

Han Gang panicked a little, "Don't fucking yell, do you want to make me lose my job?"

The three men seemed to suddenly realize the problem and lowered their voices, "Hey! Buddy, where did you get this? You'll have to pay extra for bondage, right?"

"Stop yelling, drink, drink, and get out of here. You already ruined my good time. He was just fucking getting in there and you guys came knocking on the door."

"No way, we saw it, we can't just leave like this."

As they spoke, the three men, led by Tong Qiang, lifted the sheet again and forcibly dragged Qin Chu out. Qin Chu didn't know what it would be like to be covered by her underwear, but she was still worried that people would recognize her. However, she couldn't move and couldn't hide. She could only close her eyes tightly, feeling as if she were on the verge of hell.

Han Gang also panicked and stepped forward to stomp on Qin Chu's face with his foot, his large foot almost covering most of Qin Chu's face.

"I can't show you my face, I'm shy." She quickly found a butterfly blindfold, the kind used by hostesses, and tightly fastened it around Qin Chu's head with an elastic band.

Having completed the disguise, Han Gang stepped aside from Qin Chu, who had been protecting him.

"That ass, fucking round, tsk tsk! Hey! So fucking tender!" A security guard stepped forward and touched her buttocks and breasts.

"How about it? Let us guys try something different. We've never had sex with a beautiful woman tied up before."

"Yeah, yeah... this chick's hot. Let us guys have a go."

"Alright, alright, you guys can do it, but nobody can show their face." Han Gang said with a wicked grin, "Three hundred each, pay up first."

"It's no fun if you can't kiss her face."

"Yeah, what's shameful about being a prostitute?"

"No way, if you want to do it, do it. If you don't want to, get lost. Anyone who dares to peel off her face, I'll fight them." Han Gang said, "Holding that white ass and big tits isn't enough for you guys. What more do you want?"

"Alright, it's Gangzi's treating anyway, I'll go first."

Qin Chu lay naked at the feet of the four drunkards, unable to move like a dumpling, helplessly being watched and played with. The air was filled with the unique smell of alcohol, sweat, and stinky feet. For some reason, she became more excited than ever before, experiencing a strong stimulation despite her age.

"I didn't expect this girl to like playing with excitement," Tong Qiang said, squatting down and slapping Qin Chu's face. "Slap! Does it feel good?"

He slapped her again and again. "Slap! Does it feel good?"

Although he didn't use much force, Qin Chu still moaned "Mmm... mmm..." from her nose

.

"She's got quite a bit of juice."

Indeed, under the humiliation of everyone, Qin Chu's vaginal fluids increased unusually. Tong Qiang then reached out and pinched her clitoris.

"Mmm..."

The stimulation from the humiliation enveloped her, and she couldn't help but moan again.

After being played with for half an hour, Qin Chu was placed on the bed. Tong Qiang didn't rush to penetrate her, but first grabbed Qin Chu's raised feet and sucked on them desperately, as if they were covered in honey, wanting to suck them all into his mouth.

"Hey, brother, hurry up, what's the point of kissing stinky feet?" one of the security guards said impatiently, urging him on.

"Go away, stay out of the way, what the hell do you know? You guys are so unromantic, you won't listen."

After kissing her feet enough, he bent down and kissed Qin Chu on the lips. After kissing her

lips enough, Tong Qiang finally got down to business.

He didn't take off his pants, he was still wearing his police uniform, he just took his penis out of his zipper, facing Qin Chu who had raised her legs, aimed his thick, long penis at Qin Chu's parted vulva, and with a "plop," it went in.

"Oh... ah..."

Qin Chu cried out, although she lowered her voice, she still used all her strength.

Tong Qiang couldn't see her, but she saw him clearly. It was a face that was once handsome but was now dominated by evil. She was angry, she hated, she regretted, she was afraid, but besides that, she also wanted to…

“Call me! Call me brother.”

“Mmm…”

Afraid they would recognize her voice, Qin Chu only managed to moan through her nose.

“Does little sister like it?”

“Mmm… Oh… Ah…”

“Little Zhao, are you on duty? Did you see what time Director Qin left last night?” A man in his forties wearing a police uniform entered the outer room and asked the security guard surnamed Zhao, who was standing guard in place of Han Gang.

Tong Qiang and Qin Chu, who were frantically moving, were so frightened that they held their breath. Han Gang and the other security guard also bit their lips and stood there frozen. The room suddenly became deathly silent.

Qin Chu recognized the voice of the deputy director of the propaganda department. She was so frightened that her soul almost flew out of her body. She could only pray in her heart, "God, don't come in."

Tong Qiang's penis was still inserted in Qin Chu's hole. He dared not push it in or pull it out, for fear of making the slightest noise.

"I saw her drive away a little after nine. The section chief is still working overtime," came the voice of someone surnamed Zhao.

"Yes, working overtime. Do you have a lighter? Let me use it, I forgot to bring it."

"Yes, it's inside, I'll get it for you," he said. "Please sit here, it's messy in there."

He went into the inner room, his face unusually flustered as he looked at the four people, giving them a meaningful look before quickly taking the lighter and leaving.

"Are you on duty alone?"

The section chief offered Zhao a cigarette, still not standing up to leave.

"Yes, I'm covering Han Gang's shift."

"Why aren't you resting yet?"

"Just about to rest."

Why so many questions? Everyone in the room waited silently, hoping the man would leave soon.

"Okay, I'm leaving," the section chief finally said, leaving.

The group exchanged glances, then exhaled a long breath they hadn't dared to let out.

Tong Qiang was already terrified, pulled away, but wouldn't give up, pulling Qin Chu over again to force her to perform oral sex on him.

Tong Qiang untied the ropes binding Qin Chu's legs, but her arms remained bound behind her back. Kneeling before him, Qin Chu's head was pulled down by Tong Qiang's underwear, exposing her mouth. He then shoved his now-soft penis into her mouth.

Soon, the penis swelled to its maximum size, filling her mouth completely. Several times, it even reached the back of her throat, making her want to vomit, but she had no chance. Only streams of tears silently streamed down her face, wetting the underwear covering her face.

"Hurry... oh..."

With a low growl, Tong Qiang ejaculated a thick stream of hot semen into Qin Chu's mouth.

"Quick, swallow it."

The penis remained in place, so Qin Chu had no choice but to swallow the foul-smelling semen in several gulps. ...

Amidst a chorus of rough curses, the two men took turns, but unlike Tong Qiang, they didn't engage in any foreplay or fancy moves, going straight to the point. Their penises, however, were just as tight and hard as iron, causing Qin Chu's vagina pain. She couldn't move or cry out, only letting out soft moans through her nose, unable to discern whether it was pain or excitement. ...

For about an hour, three people came in looking for them, but none stayed long.

Despite the interruptions, the group achieved their goal and left satisfied.

After the three left, Han Gang removed Qin Chu's blindfold, and she burst into tears.

Han Gang grinned wickedly, "How was it? Had enough?"

Qin Chu then remembered the deputy director's words; she had already turned off her phone when she entered Yao'er's room. So she begged Han Gang to turn it back on.

Han Gang began thrusting again, not only that, but he also slapped Qin Chu's face while thrusting, and Qin Chu surprisingly became aroused by Han Gang's slaps. After a while, he flipped Qin Chu over into a kneeling position, her buttocks raised high, her hands still bound, and her head pressed against the bed. Standing behind her, Han Gang continued to thrust into her, slapping her round, white buttocks as he did so, constantly cursing, "Slut! Call me."

"Daddy...husband...oh..."

Qin Chu had entered a state of ecstasy, forgetting her identity, her fear, her humiliation. The pleasure surging within her had transformed into humiliating moans, and these submissive cries were less a result of coercion and more a primal instinct she herself didn't understand.

"Don't stop, keep calling, keep calling."

"Oh...dear daddy...it hurts so much...my pussy is swollen..."

"You have to say: Han Gang is my dear husband, my dear daddy."

"Oh...yes...I said...Han Gang is my dear husband...my...dear daddy...ah..."

Just then, Qin Chu's phone rang, and the two stopped abruptly. Because Qin Chu was bound, Han Gang turned on the phone and held it to her ear.

"Hello! Director Qin! Where are you?"

"Ah... I'm here... What's up?"

It was already past two o'clock.

Han Gang, who had just stopped moving, suddenly started moving again, but this time he stopped hitting and cursing her. His large penis, still inside Qin Chu, continued to thrust wildly.

Qin Chu's body trembled violently from the penetration, but she dared not make a sound.

"Director Qin, where are you... Why are you panting so much?"

"Ah... I just did some exercise."

"There's a case that's very valuable. We want to film some footage, but it's a bit sensitive. We'd like to ask what you think we should do..."

"You guys go ahead and film it. Don't make a fuss about it afterward, and then we'll decide."

"But the deputy director said he wants you..."

"I'm about to take a shower. You guys go ahead, I'll be there shortly." Qin Chu gestured to Han Gang with her eyes, signaling him to hang up.

"Bitch, beg Daddy to fuck you with my big cock." After hanging up, Han Gang thrust into her even more violently.

"Daddy... dear Daddy... fuck me hard... fuck this slut..."

Qin Chu tried her best to cooperate.

"Oh..."

With a howl, Han Gang violently ejaculated a tube of thick semen into Qin Chu's body. Around four o'clock, Qin Chu changed into a formal suit and accompanied the deputy director on duty to the municipal bureau to visit the officers who had participated in the operation.

The action team, personally led by the municipal bureau chief, had returned and was having lunch. To show closeness, the deputy director sat down with her and ate with the officers.

There weren't many officers involved, only a dozen or so, but among them was Tong Qiang.

The dozen or so people at the table chatted excitedly, and Qin Chu stared at Tong Qiang and his badge number more than once.

It was a face that seemed very appealing to women—handsome, rugged, and, because he didn't talk much, appeared calm.

Looking at him, thinking about what had happened a few hours earlier… she couldn't tell if it was hatred or something else…

"Director Qin doesn't look well. Did you work overtime?"

The newly appointed director of the provincial capital's public security bureau asked with concern while shoveling noodles into his mouth.

"I was rushing to finish a manuscript, it got late, and then I couldn't sleep anymore," Qin Chu replied evasively.

Because the director was familiar with Qin Chu and several leaders from the Municipal Public Security Bureau, the conversation flowed freely at this simple meal table with only a dozen or so people. Tong Qiang and several other young police officers acted as waiters.

After Qin Chu had barely finished a bowl of noodles, Tong Qiang approached, bowing respectfully and whispering, "Director Qin, shall I have another bowl for you?"

Qin Chu glanced at Tong Qiang and his badge number, and with great effort, managed to calm herself, saying, "No, thank you, I'm done."

At that moment, she felt the contents of her stomach rising up her throat…

That day, she had just finished work. After confirming that Qin Chu really didn't have any overtime work, Yao'er forced Qin Chu to come out again, and she dared not refuse. As usual, Yao'er did her makeup and gathered three other girls, taking them to a place that was nominally a hair salon but actually had no hairdressers to wait for customers. The girls exposed their bodies as much as possible, sitting at the entrance, vying for attention.

There were many customers, coming and going. Each time a customer arrived, the boss would call them all upstairs to a room with a bed, where they would stand in a row facing the customer, waiting for him to choose them like chickens being slaughtered. When Qin Chu stood in front of a customer with more than ten girls, she felt a strange sensation surging within her, like being drunk, or like being on drugs, a mixture of humiliation, fear, and excitement.

A short, stocky, dark-skinned, and muscular man in his forties or fifties, resembling a farmer-contractor, chose her. She felt as if she'd been dealt a bad handicap, her body going limp. Yao'er, standing beside her, gave her a push, and caught off guard, she stumbled into the man's arms, eliciting laughter from the other women.

"Come on, give me a kiss, baby," the man said, pulling Qin Chu into his embrace, his alcohol-smelling lips reaching for her face.

"How old are you, little sister?"

"Twenty-nine," Qin Chu replied, repeating the lie Yao'er had taught her.

"I can't believe it, I thought you were twenty-five," this was half flattery, half truth; the thirty-six-year-old Qin Chu really looked like she was in her twenties.

The man, though ugly, was extremely strong, thrusting for a full half hour, leaving her breathless. Finally, according to the pre-arranged price, he received thirty yuan, and the boss received twenty.

After washing herself, she came out and sat down next to Yao'er again. For some reason, Yao'er had become a source of support in her heart at this moment.

"How was it? Was he good in bed?"

"Not really, short and thick, could he even reach the bottom?"

one of the prostitutes said.

"You're new here, aren't you? Didn't you ask him for a pack of cigarettes? How stupid,"

another prostitute said.

She trembled all over, listening to those lewd words, she began to doubt if it was real.

They continued to wait.

Soon, new customers arrived. Her client was a short, thin migrant worker in his early twenties, very energetic, his foul-smelling mouth kissing and nibbling at her beautiful face. She closed her eyes, imagining him as a handsome man to avoid vomiting, but thankfully his penis was long and hard enough, which aroused his interest somewhat.

Just as she was about to climax, the door to the room suddenly opened, and two plainclothes policemen entered, yelling at her, "Get off the bed and squat down against the wall!"

At that moment, her mind went completely blank. While she was still stunned, one of the plainclothes officers roughly grabbed her hair and dragged her off the bed, then kicked her in the buttocks. "Behave yourself, squat down!"

After she squatted down, it took a long time for the officer to hand her a towel. Only then did she suddenly realize that she was completely naked.

Five prostitutes and three clients were separately put into two minivans. The policemen sat in the front of the minivans, separated by iron bars, and the women were crammed into the back like pigs.

The vans drove towards the police station. Because the back door wasn't sealed, the men drinking beer on the street, seeing the five scantily clad, heavily made-up women in the back of the police vans, naturally knew what was going on and kept jeering.

Arriving at the police station, she nearly fainted. Wasn't this the same police station she'd visited a week ago while filming her program? Although the production had been halted halfway through due to other commitments, she'd become acquainted with many of the officers there. In fact, in this city, who among those who watched television didn't recognize her?

She and four other women were ordered to squat against the wall in a row. A 200-watt light bulb overhead illuminated the small courtyard brighter than daytime. This police station was a temporary facility, without a main gate, and a crowd of people still drinking beer at night had gathered outside, pointing and gossiping about them.

Whether it was to prevent them from running away or for some other reason, or simply the perversion of certain officers, all five were ordered to take off their shoes and squat barefoot. She deliberately kept her head down, trying to avoid being recognized. It was midsummer, and mosquitoes were particularly numerous. Combined with the bright light bulb overhead, her delicate and exposed body was soon covered in bites. Because her hands were handcuffed behind her back, she couldn't move. In her unbearable itching, she tried to rub her arms to scratch, but the moment she moved, a police baton struck her shoulder hard, followed by a female officer's shout: "Don't move! Behave yourself!"

It hurt terribly, and she couldn't help but let out a soft cry, "Ouch..."

She knew this wasn't the lawless and arrogant rural police station in Luofengtan; this was the main urban area, and many of the police officers here recognized her. Afraid the officers would recognize her, she lowered her head even further, hunching her back and curling into a ball.

The mosquitoes were so annoying; she dreaded them most. Finally, unable to bear the itching any longer, she instinctively rubbed her right cheek with her shoulder.

"Whoosh... thud..."

She received another solid blow to her back with a police baton.

"Ah...ouch..."

She was in excruciating pain, yet she had to suppress her cries, letting out a pitiful scream from the depths of her heart.

"Afraid of mosquitoes, huh? I'll move you somewhere else," the policewoman said, grabbing her hair and dragging her to the interrogation room next to the main door. The door to this interrogation room was just a large iron bar, like one used to confine livestock. The policewoman unlocked one of her handcuffs, then yanked her other, still-cuffed arm, upside down, through a bar on the iron bar, and re-cuffed the wrist that had just been released. She was now suspended by the iron bar with her arms raised behind her back. Because of the discomfort of being pulled up so high, she had to struggle to lift her bare heels, barely touching the ground with her delicate

, pitiful toes, her body hunched forward, unable to lift herself up. The policewoman was truly ruthless; she then flipped a switch, turning on a large light bulb that had been off directly above her.

"If you still think there are too many mosquitoes, I'll find you another place."

That voice... Ah! It's Xue Mei. The policewoman. Last month, because Xue Mei used her own money to send a completed document to an overseas Chinese who came to the station to apply for a certificate but couldn't wait, the overseas Chinese wrote a thank-you letter to the provincial department. Qin Chu seized on this incident to make a big deal out of it, preparing to produce a special feature, and had already had a conversation with her.

However, Qin Chu clearly remembered that her voice was very sweet and gentle; how could it be so fierce now?

Soon, the light attracted a large number of mosquitoes, and her exposed body was covered in red bites, incredibly itchy and uncomfortable. But she dared not move anymore, afraid of attracting more attention from the police officers. She lowered her head forcefully, fortunately her long hair was already spread out, covering her face, and the heavy makeup Hu Fei had given her made her unrecognizable, so the police officers at the station really didn't recognize her.

She was only about ten meters from the gate, and she could hear the chatter of the onlookers clearly.

"Quite organized, huh? Hehe."

"Look how big those breasts are."

Indeed, because she was forced to bend forward, her breasts, which were only partially covered, were even more exposed. If viewed from the front, they looked completely uncovered.

"Guess how big they are?"

"Twenty-two or twenty-three."

"No, I think she's over twenty-five."

"No, definitely not over twenty-five, you can ask her if you don't believe me."

All eyes were on her, the one closest to the door and the most attractive, as if they were observing a mindless animal or some toy, loudly gossiping without any regard for her hearing.

"Hey, girl, how old are you?"

A sleazy-looking man actually asked her.

"Um... I'm only eighteen," a man deliberately mimicking a woman's voice replied, immediately eliciting a burst of laughter from everyone.

She lowered her head, helplessly enduring the laughter. Suddenly, a piece of watermelon she'd only taken a few bites of fell on her head.

"On such a hot day, a piece of watermelon to quench your thirst."

Broken pieces of watermelon scattered on her head and back; she wanted to cry in fear, but she dared not utter a sound or move an inch.

Another plastic bag containing half a bag of leftover Sichuan-style chicken fell on the back of her neck, the broth inside spilling out and running down her lowered head onto her sweat-soaked cheeks.

"Hey! It's dripping onto your lips, lick it off quickly, taste the saliva chicken your brother gave you."

Ignoring the teasing and mockery, swarms of mosquitoes biting her, she wept silently and tearlessly, bending over, head bowed, enduring the pain without daring to move.

"You know what, she's really suffering, look how many mosquitoes are on her."

"Serves her right, see if she'll still sell herself then." It was a woman's voice.

Perhaps because she hadn't followed the rules and wanted to feed the mosquitoes a little longer, after what seemed like an eternity, after all the other prostitutes and clients had been questioned, it was finally her turn to be interrogated.

She was taken to a small office and ordered to squat on the floor against the wall next to the desk. A male police officer in his twenties sat at the desk, and a female police officer in her early thirties, Xue Mei, sat next to him taking her statement.

"Name?"

"Chu'er," was the nickname Yao'er had given her.

"Still a virgin? How many more years will you keep selling your virginity?"

the male police officer asked mockingly. "Tell me your real name."

She didn't speak.

She kept her head down as much as possible, completely covering her face with her long hair, and spoke as little as possible, deliberately using her dialect to avoid being recognized by her comrades. At that moment, she was practically begging for help; she didn't know if she would be recognized in a minute. She was anxious every second.

"ID card..."

she just shook her head.

"She didn't bring it," Xue Mei said. Yao'er and the others were probably experienced and had planned this carefully; besides makeup, she really didn't bring anything else.

"Tell me your name honestly."

She still didn't speak.

"Cooperate well, a few days of detention will suffice; if you don't cooperate, we'll send you to a women's re-education camp for two years. Think it over." That was Xue Mei's voice. She listened, thinking about everything that would happen after she was completely exposed, her head sounding like countless bombers were roaring.

“The less someone wants to reveal their real name, the more interesting they are. Just by looking at this chicken, you can tell there’s definitely something going on. Don’t you think so, Sister Xue?”

“Hmph… Look at that figure, she’s been selling

herself for at least ten years…” Xue Mei said, kicking Qin Chu’s shoulder with her foot. Caught off guard by the kick, Qin Chu lost her balance and sat down on the ground. Afraid that Xue Mei would recognize her, she didn’t even dare to breathe and quickly squatted down again.

"Hmm... Sister Xue, you can tell from his figure? Teach me, how do you tell?"

"Hmph... You... You don't have affairs? Don't pretend to be virtuous with me."

"Oh dear... Sister Xue, you're wronging me. I'm a perfectly healthy young man."

"Go away, don't play the innocent fool with me. You'll be in trouble when someone points you out, hmph." Xue Mei said, kicking Qin Chu again. "Hey! Look up and see him. Have you taken any of his clients? If you have, point him out. You can redeem yourself, hehe..." Qin Chu

felt both ashamed and afraid as she listened to the insults from the two above her. She kept her head down, shaking it as if to answer Xue Mei.

"Speak up, you'll have to say it sooner or later. Do you think you can get away with this?" The two chatted for a while, then started asking her questions again.

She still didn't speak.

“What, you insist we film an ad for you?” Xue Mei said, grabbing her long hair.

She became increasingly frightened, buckling her knees forward and kneeling on the ground, her head bowed to her knees, her long body curled into a ball—partly to beg for mercy, and partly to avoid being recognized.

“Get up… kneeling won’t help. Tell me your name and ID number, otherwise you won’t be able to leave.” Xue Mei didn’t really intend to pull her hair, releasing her grip and trying to persuade her.

She remained kneeling, only briefly extending her head before slamming it back to the ground.

“Get up… you’ve already sold yourself, what’s there to hide?” said the male police officer.

She still kept her head firmly down.

“Looks like you really can’t take it without a few more blows, get up!”

Xue Mei grabbed her hair again, this time really pulling, it hurt a lot, but she still stubbornly refused to look up, no matter how much it hurt.

“Um… sister, please let me go, I won’t do it again,” she cried, truly cried, she was in unbearable pain, but still refused to raise her head. She had made up her mind; even if she ripped out all her hair, she would never raise her head to let Xue Mei see her face. She resisted, endured, desperately endured.

She was afraid. She knew that with her hands cuffed behind her back, she couldn't resist Xue Mei's pull with just her hair. She thought she was finished. If the police officers at Luofengtan had only wanted to take advantage of her and never intended to punish her under the law, this advanced police station in the provincial capital was going to act according to the law.

Thinking of this, she felt her entire life was over. Her parents, daughter, uncles, aunts, and all the glory her family had ever had was destroyed because of her.

Xue Mei was still pulling her hair, and she was still shaking her head in resistance. At the same time, for some unknown reason, she suddenly stretched her head forward, reaching for Xue Mei's toes peeking out from under her sandals, and kissed them, making exaggerated "pop" sounds, as if afraid Xue Mei wouldn't notice.

Anyone would understand that kissing someone's foot is a sign of submission, and at this moment, it also implies a plea for forgiveness—something Xue Mei understood perfectly. But she was confused. In her more than ten years as a police officer, she had never encountered a suspect like this. On one hand, she was pitifully begging for mercy with body language, but on the other hand, she was absolutely uncooperative with giving a statement. She was in a dilemma.

Just then, someone entered through the door, and a familiar voice said, "Let her go."

The hand pulling her hair loosened.

"Come out," came the male voice again. She recognized it—it was Instructor Ning, who had appeared on her show. She became even more frightened.

A few minutes later, Xue Mei returned, whispered a few words to the male police officer, and then said to her, "Alright, get lost."

She instinctively tried to look up at Xue Mei's face, because she didn't believe what she was told, or perhaps she didn't understand its meaning. But she only raised her head slightly before stopping; how could she dare to look up?

Then, Xue Mei's voice rang out again, "Get up, get out."

She heard clearly what Xue Mei said, and only after confirming that she really had to leave did she stand up, still bowing deeply and keeping her head down, not daring to move. She worried that this was some kind of tactic they were using, some method to find out her true identity.

Xue Mei walked over, "Turn around," and pushed her to turn around so that her back was to Xue Mei. Xue Mei unlocked her handcuffs.

Unbound, Qin Chu covered her face tightly with her hands. She still didn't believe they would let her go, so she remained with her head bowed, afraid to move.

"Go! Get out!" With a sharp shout from Xue Mei, she was shoved violently. She lost her balance and her shoulder hit the doorframe before she fell.

Only then did she dare to take a step towards the door. She didn't dare look back. Once inside the courtyard, she saw the other girls already getting into a minivan on the main street outside. She not only covered her face with her hands but also with her arms, and amidst the jeers of the onlookers at the gate, she lowered her head and got into the van.

Han Gang had driven there. She noticed a luxury car in front of the van; it sped away after she got in.

No one spoke in the van. Suddenly, Yao'er exclaimed, "That policeman was so handsome! He twisted my wrist so nicely!"

Like a television suddenly turning on in the silent night, Yao'er's words were followed by the other girls' wanton cries.

"I sold myself three times for nothing, didn't get a penny."

"The policeman who arrested you was so handsome! The policeman who arrested me was an old, ugly freak, and he kept pinching me! Everyone knows he wanted to touch my breasts, and he even pretended to hold my arm!"

All five of them were barefoot, and they went barefoot to a barbecue stall. Han Gang treated them to drinks. It was only then that Yao'er noticed Qin Chu's foot was bleeding. Qin Chu hadn't noticed until Yao'er pointed it out, at which point she picked up her foot and saw a cut on the sole, probably from stepping on something.

For some reason, Qin Chu started chugging beer, while the other girls seemed completely unconcerned, continuing their wild revelry.

"Brother Gang, the policeman hit me! Look, my face is all swollen!" a petite girl cried out in a coquettish voice, snuggling into Han Gang's arms.

"Oh, let me see. Come here, let your brother kiss you and it won't hurt anymore," Han Gang said, hugging and kissing the girl.

After a while, Han Gang embraced Qin Chu. "Chu'er, have I made you suffer? Come here, let your brother hug you."

Qin Chu numbly let Han Gang hug and kiss her, like a wooden doll, only focusing on chugging beer.

"Chu'er had a real feast on mosquitoes today. That policewoman was so mean, making Chu'er feed on mosquitoes for ages," Yao'er said. "Chu'er, when you go to work tomorrow, you'll definitely teach that policewoman who arrested you a lesson. Find a reason to deal with her. How dare she bully our Chu'er? She has no respect for power!"

Han Gang coughed loudly, and Yao'er, realizing she'd let something slip, quickly added, "We'll all remember those bad policemen and find a chance to teach them a lesson."

Hearing that Qin Chu had cut her foot, Han Gang forcibly picked up Qin Chu's injured foot and pretended to kiss it, saying, "Such beautiful feet, how did you get cut? Come, let me kiss them."

After drinking two cases of beer, almost all five of them were drunk, except for Han Gang. He even had the shopkeeper buy slippers for the five of them before they dispersed.

Later, she learned that Hu Fei felt things had gotten out of hand, so he called Xiang Wu, who then called an insider at the city bureau. Finally, the call reached the police station, which allowed her to escape danger. The four women were only released so quickly because of her connections.

Qin Chu returned home drunk at six in the morning. Without even showering, she collapsed onto the sofa downstairs and fell asleep.

She woke up in the afternoon, but refused to believe what had happened the night before was real; she thought it was just a nightmare. However, when she saw her cut foot and the countless red mosquito bites covering her body, she had to admit it wasn't a dream, it was real. She had truly become a prostitute, completely different from her former self.

Using her foot injury as an excuse, she missed three days at work. But the police station's program still had unfinished business. She suggested canceling the filming, but the political commissar insisted that since they had already put in the effort, it should be completed. She lied, saying she had a cold and her voice was hoarse, and asked the new host to continue production. The political commissar agreed, but still insisted she lead the team. Not wanting to keep making excuses, she reluctantly went, accompanied by the leaders of her branch bureau, to the police station where she had once suffered such humiliation.

Upon entering the facility, she was greeted by the locked iron gate of the interrogation room, the two dimly lit lights, and the very same Ning, the instructor from that day, all of which seemed to be welcoming them with utmost respect. Her heart was filled with a jumble of emotions, a complex mix of feelings she couldn't quite describe.

This time, there was a scene to reshoot involving Xue Mei, a woman who had once been praised by overseas Chinese, and she needed to go to Xue Mei's office. She didn't want to go, but couldn't find a reason not to, so she reluctantly walked towards Xue Mei's office, surrounded by a group of people. She was incredibly flustered, but she maintained a facade of composure.

Xue Mei was already waiting in her office. Seeing her approach, she stepped forward, stood at attention, and saluted, "Good morning, Director Qin."

Her respect was palpable, even somewhat reserved, which made her relax a little.

Yes, it was this room, this desk, and this Xue Mei. She was still wearing the same high-heeled sandals she had licked that day, the only difference being the addition of stockings.

She felt truly uneasy. Xue Mei sat respectfully opposite her, gazing at her devoutly, speaking cautiously, and listening attentively. Her voice was sweet and soft, completely different from the policewoman who had interrogated her three nights ago.

"Director Qin, I don't have much experience, and I'm not good at writing, please criticize and correct me," Xue Mei said modestly, taking out a printed document.

"You work very hard on the front lines. Just provide some case materials, and we'll organize them. You can use your previous original data and on-site photos," she said, speaking as a leader of the organization.

"I have quite a few pictures on my computer, I don't know if they'll work."

Qin Chu sat down at Xue Mei's computer and began searching, but when she opened the fifth picture, her vision went black, and she almost fainted.

Good heavens! What a photo that was! The background of the photo was a crowd of onlookers, while the main subject was Xue Mei in a police uniform, escorting a prostitute whose hands were cuffed behind her back. The prostitute's chest and back were exposed, and she was heavily made up. Because Xue Mei was holding her arm from behind, her body was bent forward, while Xue Mei was pulling her hair with her other hand, forcing her face to be held up in pain. However, her long, loose hair covered most of her face, making it impossible to make out the prostitute's clear features.

But she knew that the one being twisted by Xue Mei was none other than herself three days ago.

"Old Jiang, you and Xiao Xue choose some materials and pictures together. I need to talk to Political Commissar Ma about something." Qin Chu didn't know whether her face was red or white. She really didn't want to stay in this office for another minute. After putting on a show for twenty minutes, she made an excuse and left the office that had embarrassed her, leaving the rest of the work to a deputy director who had come with her.

She had no idea that she had ever had such a photo taken, but upon careful recollection, she remembered that someone had indeed taken photos with a camera at the time.

Back in her office, Lao Jiang handed her a stack of documents and several photos of Xue Mei at work. She took them and anxiously flipped through the photos, only to find the one that had humiliated her among them. She deleted this photo along with a few others, using only three of them.

But for some reason, she secretly copied this photo into her notebook and placed it in the same folder as the work photo taken that afternoon when she, as a leader of the Provincial Political Department, was surrounded by admirers talking to Xue Mei.

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