Chapter 17 Life eroded into a sieve (micro h 3p forced incontinence)

Chen Qiongying began to be afraid of school, and she doubted every opposite sex!

She didn't know whether they were classmates, teachers or conspirators, and she didn't know how they knew her whereabouts and directions. She knew every detail of her life and could always accurately capture her and torture her slowly.

This pervasive infiltration and erosion gave her great psychological pressure, making her unable to breathe and breathe.

Especially the last time the demon said: There will be others!

She began to escape from school, leaving early as long as she was after school, and would never stay on weekends, and would not attend school activities and class reunions.

She became withdrawn and out of sociableness.

In the eyes of others, it is like a lonely geese living alone, even more arrogant.

But even so, she never thought that even if she paid the price of nothing in school and her grades plummeted, she still couldn't escape outside school...

Weekend, City Library.

She no longer wants to stay in school for one more second, so she spends all her extracurricular time in the library, although she is inefficient in reading books and is not much better than in school.

There is no way, she has been unable to read and study without distraction for a long time.

Even though she tried to concentrate on her eyes and stared at the book, she couldn't see anything, and the intimidation in her mind was always unscathed.

The other party's words were like a hair needle, pouring into her blood vessels, and then causing trouble everywhere in her internal organs until the blood pierces the heart with the centripetal force, and rusts grow in her heart, allowing her to die in the decay day after day.

She suppressed her depression and read the book for the whole morning. She really couldn't hold it in and then planned to go to the toilet. You should know that since the gang rape incident, she was afraid of all the confined spaces in public places, so she developed the habit of trying to avoid going to the toilet. Until she couldn't hold it in, she grew firmly on her seat like a mushroom.

The lower abdomen was heavy, and there was a swelling and sour feeling, which was a signal from the bladder.

She has been very abused by her stomach recently. She often soaks water in the library for a day on weekends and has not been in the rice, but she can stop eating the food, but she has to go to the toilet.

She bit her lip, put down her book, walked into the secluded passage, and passed through this lengthy passage. There was a window on the right and the left and right sides were the men's and women's bathrooms, and the left and right sides were a utility room and a sluice valve room.

Few people left at noon, except for those who were so self-abuse that they were almost inefficient, most of them went to eat, and the entire library was almost empty.

She tried to drive some bad pictures out of her mind and walked towards the forked corridor.

The library was full of sunshine at noon, but the sunlight could not shine every inch, such as the cramped utility room at the end of the dead end.

On the way to the bathroom, she was dragged from behind again into a narrow space that made her bend flat and round.

At that moment, she was frightened and felt relieved inexplicably, as if she felt that this moment had finally come.

Her hanging heart was put down for a long time, and she no longer had to worry. Her life and space were finally eroded into sieve in all directions.

It was pitch black here, and it seemed that it was not like this. It was temporarily nailed to block the window by someone, just to give her a warning of her confinement and fear.

It seems that there are still two people this time, but she doesn't know if it is a replacement.

She begged for mercy, but the other party didn't speak, grabbed her chin and kissed her passionately in the dark, and used her tongue to hook her every part of her mouth, making her unable to take care of herself under the surging love wave of the other party.

If it was the person last time, it seemed that he was not afraid of speaking, but the person this time didn't speak, it's likely that he would have changed, right?

After all, there is no need for the other party to take her seriously as a toy.

Are you tired of playing like the other person said?

This is the punishment price for her to struggle and resist and refuse to obey?

She thought sadly in a daze.

She didn't care whether she let one person play with or a group of people play with. What she cared about was her increasingly disappearing freedom.

If in the end, many people can play with her at will, then is she the difference between being controlled like a puppet in secret and being disgraced on the surface?

Her heart was filled with coldness, and she no longer knew what to do if the situation worsened.

Or because of the darkness, or maybe because of different human nature, this time the person did not lick her, but kneaded her with his hands everywhere, like the tentacles of a dark creature.

The hands in the darkness were even more rough because they couldn't see each other clearly, and the pain in her body felt everywhere.

Someone held the base of her breasts and built up into a shape that was about to fly. Someone rubbed her buds until she hummed in pain.

Perhaps it was because it was remote and closed. Perhaps it was because of the remoteness and the door was closed. Perhaps it was because of their rude kneading that made her unable to control herself. There was a broken sob in her throat. She wanted to say, please, don't..., but what she said was just a whine like a deer.

But the unspoken voice made the crazy guy even more irritating. Someone inserted his hands into her pussy and used two fingers to snatch her tender inner wall.

There was another hand fumbled between her flower gaps and rubbed her sensitive flower kernels.

The flower core stood upright under the rubbing, and the flower hole was wet. It was snatched by fingers and made a loud sound of water, which attracted special attention inside this remote and quiet utility room.

Chen Qiongying knew that there was always no good result when she disobeyed these people, but she still struggled to resist because her desire to pee was extremely strong, and she was about to be incontinent after rubbing her hands inside and out.

No...No... She blushed and twisted her body to avoid it, her lower abdomen was bloated and sore that it was about to explode.

But those two hands were still doing evil, just to force her to make a fool of herself.

Suddenly, her mouth was suddenly covered tightly, and the fingers on her lower body accelerated their movement. One hand tweaked the inner wall of the labia, and the other hand pinched the flower core and pressed it heavily. After a burst of unfamiliarity and extreme pleasure, her chest trembled violently. With the whimpering sound of being covered in her mouth, tears and urine flowed out, and the urine in the lower body was sprayed out like a fountain, and was sucked full by the cotton pads that had been prepared to be placed on the ground.

For her, being orgasm by a wall and being forced to be raped and incontinent are far more terrifying than gang rape, because the latter only destroys her hymen, while the former destroys her self-esteem.

She felt that at this moment, besides her studies and friends, she lost the pride she had left behind.

This is an existence that she has never felt anxious even if she was treated badly before.

She opened her eyes in despair towards the ceiling, breathing as weak as if she was about to die at any time, her lips were trembling, and tears were flooding at the same time.

It was over, she was completely finished, and the last trace of face was destroyed and gone.

From then on, her life was as dull as this confined space.