Chapter 3

With a puff, Peter picked up a can of beer from his hand and opened it, poured a large mouthful of it into his mouth, and foam flowed down from the corner of his mouth.

Peter, are you going crazy?I was surprised at first, and then I felt extremely angry, and at the same time I felt deeply afraid. You kidnapped me... You are committing a crime!

Peter did not answer, took a few more sips of beer, then took out a very thick cigar and held it on his lips.

One of the burly men immediately moved forward and respectfully lit the fire for him.

This process only took a few seconds, but it was extremely long in my feeling. I couldn't help twisting my body hard again and shouted loudly: Let me go!If you hear it, let go...

But another burly man was still standing behind me, his huge palm firmly holding my upper arm. No matter how hard I struggled, it would be useless, but instead caused myself to hurt.

Soon I was exhausted and realized that it was impossible for me to fight such a strong man, and the feeling of despair came to my mind again.

Peter opened his mouth at this time, slowly exhaled a cigarette and said: I just wanted to invite you to a meal, beauty.

Is there anyone who invited you like this?Forced me to the car?I said angrily.

This cannot be blamed on me.I have sincerely invited you seventeen times, and you have all rejected them completely!Peter said this and his eyes were fierce and said viciously, "You are shameless, a bitch!"Since you act aloof with me, I have to use force.

He stood up, walked towards me with a cigar in one hand, and a vaginal face.

What do you want to do?My heart sank, my voice trembled a little. You, don't do anything randomly, go away... don't come over... walk away...

Peter walked until he was less than a foot away from me before he stopped. He narrowed his eyes and looked up and down, as if he wanted to see me carefully within this audible distance of breathing, as if he was a hunter observing the prey falling into his trap.

There is a kind of woman in this world. She is not necessarily so beautiful that she is suffocating, but she has a fatal temptation to men, which makes men want to sleep with her as soon as they see her.Peter stared at me intently and said, "You are such a woman, so I want to get you no matter what!"

My face turned red when I heard it, and at the same time I felt indescribable fear. Shame, anger and fear filled my whole body like a tide, making my legs tremble uncontrollably.

Peter obviously admired the fear I showed. He smoked the cigar leisurely and frivolously sprayed the heavy and pungent smoke on my face.

Cough cough... I kept coughing when I was choked, my eyes were filled with tears, and I frowned in pain and gasped.

Maybe it was because my chest was trembling sharply due to the cough that was too tempting. Peter's eyes suddenly shone with desire, and he suddenly stretched out his right hand and held one of my plump breasts.

Ah!I screamed in shame, twisting my body to shake off his hand, but he grabbed it and tried harder.

What a big breast... Peter held a cigar in his mouth, his palm pressed against my chest in a spherical shape, and his five fingers squeezed inward. Every time I saw you, I wanted to touch you well. Few oriental women had the same size as you...

Let go!Don't...get out of here... I burst into tears with anger. I instinctively raised my legs and wanted to kick him, but I couldn't kick him. In a few strokes, I kicked off all my high heels.

This helpless struggle obviously stimulated Peter's desire even more. His big mouth with the smell of smoke came over and kissed me like raindrops on my forehead, eyebrows and smooth cheeks, and then he wanted to force my lips.

I tried my best to dodge left and right, resisted with the remaining strength, and refused to let him succeed.

Peter became angry, raised his hand and slapped me, and said angrily: Bitch, do you want to die, do you?

My face was filled with hot pain, and I screamed at the top of my lungs: Kill me, I won’t let you touch me even if I die!Kill me!

Peter glared at me fiercely, and after a while he sneered: Oh, no, I won't kill you.The work of killing people after the rectification is too troublesome, but if you are really so stubborn, I will ask someone to gang rape you!

My head buzzed, and my whole body seemed to have fallen into an ice cellar.

Gang rape?

Oh my God, this is a word that I usually don’t dare to think about!

But at this moment, I heard so clearly in my ears. All my courage seemed to disappear in an instant, and I just felt that the world was rotating, rotating...

Peter noticed my expression and said gloomy: Now here are two bodyguards and a driver.You can choose for yourself, should you have sex with me obediently, or be gang-raped by the three of them?

I almost fainted.

That Chinese driver is nothing. These two bodyguards are both black men with a tiger-backed and bear-waisted waist. They are two heads taller than ordinary men. The muscles in their bodies are bulging one by one, just like two chimpanzees. If they are gang-raped by two such people, it will definitely be more painful than going to hell...

how?Beauty, I think you must like to be gang raped!Peter deliberately said slowly, then I will fulfill your wishes...

Before I finished speaking, I screamed in fear: No!I don't want black people to touch me!Please, don't!

Peter whistled and said: Then do you like to have sex with me?

My heart was so irritated that I was forced to do nothing, and tears of humiliation slid down my face.

Peter snapped his fingers, showed the winner's smug smile, and turned his head forward again.

I didn't have the courage to resist, so I closed my eyes and let his mouth shut.

His kiss was warm and domineering, and there was no room for escape. His big and thick lips were like lees in the paddy fields, firmly sucking my soft lips; his aggressive tongue broke through the gate without any effort, licked wildly between my lips and teeth, and then skillfully captured the tip of my hard-working shrinking tongue, forcibly sucking into his mouth.

Um... Um... I frowned and could only make a faint sound in my nose, almost unable to breathe.

Peter did not want to stop at all, but instead attacked more violently, deeply embedding my tongue into his mouth and savoring it, greedily sucking the saliva from my mouth. At the same time, his saliva was also sent over and forced me to swallow it with his superb kissing skills.

I felt sick, but subconsciously I had to admit that this was the first time I had tried such a fierce kiss.

In contrast, my husband always kisses me warmly and cautiously, for fear of hurting me, as if he treats a fragile precious porcelain.

Although I was moved by his care, I always felt regretful that I was missing something. I hoped that he could be a little rougher, even if it was a forced kiss like in the TV series.

I was very ashamed to think of this. Now I finally felt the feeling of being forced to kiss, but the person who kissed me was not my husband, but such an extremely hateful villain.

My instinct wanted to resist, but the villain's lips and tongue were so clever that it quickly made me feel dizzy about lack of oxygen, and my whole body was shaking unsteadily.

At this time, the bodyguard who was originally holding my forearm behind me let go of my hand and pushed it on my back, and I fell into Peter's arms with a weak body.

Peter opened his arms and hugged my delicate body, continued to kiss passionately as if no one was around, and continued to force me to taste his saliva.

It was not until I was almost suffocated that Peter stopped without feeling satisfied.

After the four lips separated, my face turned red, and I was breathing heavily, and a long thread of water was hanging in the corners of my mouth.

Is it satisfying?Beauty.Peter said with satisfaction, OK, let me see your breasts now.

You are usually too conservative and always cover your chest tightly, which is not good...

He unbuttoned my coat and stared at my tall chest greedily.

Even though I was wearing a sweater, the raised curve could not be hidden, and the sweater was stretched high and two large groups were bulging.

Don't do this... Please, don't... I choked and whispered, holding the last glimmer of hope that he could stop.

However, the facts are cruel and ruthless, and Peter acted without saying anything.

Since my hands were tied behind me, he could not take off my top directly, so he pulled out his sweater and the underwear inside and pushed it up as high as possible toward my neck, so that most of my waist was exposed, and he pulled off his bra rudely again.

I screamed in shame, and my two plump and white breasts suddenly popped out, like two newly fermented big white steamed buns, bouncing tremblingly on my chest, a cold chill spreading on my skin.

Well, it was indeed a 35-inch C cup... Peter glanced at the bra and threw it away casually. His greedy eyes focused on my naked chest, and his face turned red with excitement.

Then he stretched out his hands without thinking and pressed directly onto the towering breasts.

As my rough fingers touched my skin, I couldn't help but tremble all over, and I lowered my head in humiliation, and could only sobb and sobb.

So big... So soft... It's so fleshy... Peter praised and caressed my flawless breasts.

He held it very hard, and his fingers were deeply trapped in the elastic breasts, rubbing the round breasts again and again.

Ah... Be gentle... I burst into tears again in pain.

OK, I'm very gentlemanly.Peter said this, but the strength in his hands did not reduce much. He squeezed my plump breasts like kneading dough. The white and smooth breasts were scratched and emerged from his fingers, looking so slim.

I feel like I'm having a nightmare, crying silently in my heart: Zhiqiang, where are you?Come and save me... Zhiqiang...

But my husband couldn't hear my call, and the demon in front of me was tormenting me even more.

He deliberately pinched the top of my breasts with his tiger's mouth, making the two delicate and bright red nipples protrude out.

Have you really given birth to a baby?Not lying to me?He suddenly said this.

I didn't lie to you... My son is nine years old... I feel even more sad when I mention my son, and tears keep flowing.

At this moment, I should have called my son at home and heard his childish and friendly voice calling me mother instead of being tied to this carriage and being humiliated...

Peter shook his head and said: For women who have given birth, the color of their nipples should be very dark, either black or dark brown. Why isn't your nipples?You must be lying!

I didn't know how to say it for a while, and then said: I have never breastfeeded my son. The doctor said that his physique is not suitable for breast milk... and I am born with a light pigment...

Peter shrugged and said: Is that true?No wonder your nipples remain temptingly bright red. It seems that your husband rarely has sex with you, otherwise, logic is enough to make the color darker by his licking.

You think so?Hahaha……

I lowered my head with a flushed face, feeling extremely ashamed.

It was so embarrassing to talk to this demon about the color of my nipples, and I couldn't help but feel ashamed.

Your husband must be incompetent!Peter twisted my nipples with his thumb and index finger, mockingly, letting such a wonderful body be empty all year round... God, this is simply a crime...

His fingers seemed to have magic power. I was obviously disgusted with it, but the two nipples gradually stood up and trembled on their plump white breasts, like two rubies embedded on the top of the snow peak.

Ah...stop...stop...stop...stop...stop...I let out a weak and humiliating moan.

Stop pretending, beauty.Your nipples are so hard... Peter said excitedly, let your husband go to hell, I will feed you well for him.Trust me, after you taste my dick, you will never be able to live without me again...

He picked me up suddenly, put it on the back seat, and reached out to unbutton my belt.

No...No! I cried and struggled desperately instinctively, but the weak woman's feminine anger was not effective. My trousers were quickly pulled off, revealing her smooth and slender legs.

Come on, let me satisfy you!Peter gasped and pressed on me, tearing my last panties with one hand, and taking out his ugly weapon with the other...

I was almost desperate, and I had no strength in my body. I was about to accept this tragic fate when I suddenly saw the two bodyguards standing in the corner of the carriage, each holding a small family camera in their hands, and the lens was aimed at this place.

Ah!This discovery made me feel like I fell into an abyss. The demon actually asked his subordinates to take a picture of the whole process!

Obviously, he didn't rape me once, and he planned to control my body and soul forever...

At this moment, I suddenly woke up and knew that I could never surrender.

Otherwise, from now on, what will greet me will be a humiliating life that will never see the end.

A hidden force suddenly surged up. I twisted my body and kicked Peter down with all my might, shouting: Wait a minute, I have something to say!

Peter fell and sat on the ground, got up and said furiously: FUCK!Stinky bitch, would you rather choose to be gang-raped by three men than have sex with me?

I said tremblingly: No, I really want to have sex with you... This sentence was said in a hurry, and I couldn't help feeling sad. In order to get out of trouble, I actually said such shameful words.

Then you still kick me?Peter said irritated.

I have promised you, but... can't you be gentler to me?I sobbed, and Chuchu said, "You tied my hands so hard. If you can take care of my feelings, please untie the rope?"

Peter stared at me and said: You don’t want to slap me, right?

Is it useful to slap you?I smiled sadly and said, "I am a woman. When I am destined to be unable to resist, I can only accept my fate."Wait a minute I just hope you... don't be too rough...

OK!Peter agreed and said to his bodyguard.

One of the bodyguards came up, untied my rope cleanly, and then retreated back to the spot.

I rubbed my wrists that were tied and hurt, and there were several deep red marks on them, which looked shocking.

Come on, beauty.Peter spread his arms and posed for the husband to hug his wife, saying, "The rope has been untied, let's do the foreplay together."

I had no choice but to blush my face and lower my head, walk over with tears in my eyes, and obediently throw myself into his arms.

Peter hugged my waist and hugged and kissed me warmly again as if no one was around.

It can be seen that he was very proud of his kissing skills, and wanted to use it to gradually melt my passion; his hands wandered unscrupulously on me, with smooth back, towering breasts, and flat belly all being occupied, becoming his territorial tragedy.

What pose do you like to mating?After he kissed him enough, he started licking my earlobe again and said with a low smile, "I can choose whatever you want in this regard..."

I bit my lip and said nothing, letting him be satisfied, but a hand quietly reached into the pocket of my coat.

There was my keychain and a small fruit knife hung on it.

This demon made a mistake, he shouldn't underestimate mine.

I grew up in the countryside and have done a lot of dirty and tiring work. I am not the kind of weak girl who is too weak to resist. I have learned a few tricks of women's self-defense. If I hadn't been subdued by the two bodyguards with a tiger back and a bear-back, I wouldn't have let him take advantage of me even if I fought to death.

However, the existence of these two bodyguards scared me. If they find out my intention to rush forward to stop it, then everything will be over...

I was nervous and sweating, my heart beating rapidly like a drum.

Peter didn't notice it was wrong, he kissed me from my earlobe to my neck, and then buried it in my naked chest.

His face squeezed his plump and straight breasts, licked my areola with his tongue, and then took turns to put his two nipples into his mouth and sucked them.

Then he kissed my lower abdomen all the way down, finally squatted down, inserted his hands into the edge of my underwear, and pulled them down in an instant.

Oh, your pubic hair is as lush as I thought... Peter whistled with a shiny whistle and kissed loudly at the base of my thigh.

I trembled violently as if I was touched by electricity, and I felt like I was crying but not crying. Last time he just peeped at the spring light under my skirt, which made me feel extremely ashamed. I didn't expect that today I was really naked in front of him.

Zhiqiang... Sorry, my body was originally a secret that belonged to you alone, but now it was seen by other men... I murmured sadly, but Peter smiled excitedly, signaling me to raise my legs and let him take off his underwear.

Can't hesitate anymore!I gritted my teeth and took out the keychain suddenly. I hurriedly found the fruit knife in a pile of keys, and showed the sharp blade.

This process took about three seconds. Peter looked up when I took out the keychain, but he didn't react. Obviously he didn't understand what I was doing. It didn't last until the blade hit his throat that his face suddenly changed.

The two bodyguards fell off the camera in shock and were about to pounce on me.

I let out a shrill scream, and I will cut it off anyone who wants to come in English!

Peter's face was as dark as the face, and he hurriedly called them to stop, then turned his head and begged me to put down the knife, so that I could discuss something.

Thinking of the humiliation I suffered, I hated the demon so much that I gritted my teeth and said: You... do you know you are scared now?I tell you that women are not the weak you imagine, they can be bullied at will...

As I said that, my nose felt sore and tears came down, and my whole body was trembling with excitement. My heart was still beating very fast in my chest. I had to use all my strength to stabilize the knife in my hand.

Don't do it randomly, relax... Don't do it randomly... Peter probably saw that my emotions were extremely unstable and he became even more frightened.

At this time, there was no more domineering expression on his face, and instead he looked like a pity.

I knew I hadn't escaped yet, so I tried to calm myself down and said: You ask them both to take out the straps from the camera, then get out of the car, and tell the driver to drive back to my house.They stay in this place themselves and are not allowed to leave!

When I said something, Peter nodded, his head covered with beads of sweat, and repeated it in English.

The two bodyguards looked at each other, took out the belt as they said, put it on the ground, and jumped out of the carriage one after another.

But I didn't dare to take it lightly for a moment, and forced Peter with a fruit knife and sat in the seat with him.

A rumbling sound rang out, and the truck started again, slowly turning and turning around and headed.

I saw through the car window that the two bodyguards were indeed standing there and did not move, so I breathed a sigh of relief.

Hello, now you... can you take the knife, right?Peter asked tremblingly.

Let’s talk about it when I get home safely!I looked at him with disgust, and suddenly my cheeks heated up. I realized that I was still naked with my lower body and my underwear was still hanging on my knees. My upper body was not much better. Although I was wearing a coat, my plump and white breasts were exposed outside, and my pair of bright red breasts were shining with a saliva luster.

Peter secretly glanced at my mature and seductive body, swallowed with a look of regret in his eyes.

Obviously he regretted not being able to untie my rope, so he turned the situation around by me in a careless manner.

I couldn't bear to let the dirty gaze browse my body anymore, so I struggled to pull up my underwear with one hand and closed my coat as close as possible, thus blocking the ill-belief view.

After a few minutes, the panic on Peter's face gradually disappeared, and a pair of eyes rolled around, as if they were having some bad thoughts.

I felt uneasy, but there was no other way, so I could only be more vigilant.

Fortunately, the distance was not far away, and the truck quickly drove to the street I knew.

It's almost here, you ask the driver to park at the sign opposite you!I said.

Peter agreed, knocked on the iron plate between them, and said something loudly.

He spoke neither English nor Mandarin, like some dialect.

I was just feeling strange when the truck suddenly stopped with a squeak.

The huge inertia caught me off guard and I fell forward.

Peter also fell forward, but my knife left his neck. While I screamed, he had already twisted my right wrist and twisted it hard. In the severe pain, I let go and the fruit knife fell to the ground.

FUCK YOU!Peter cursed loudly, twisting my right hand behind my back, pressing my entire upper body onto the seat, while one leg’s knee pressed against my waist, making it impossible for me to break free.

Let me go... Help Ah... I cried as hard as I could, and felt my underwear being pulled off again. This time I was really desperate.

Bitch, you can't walk the way I want to do it!Peter roared, reaching his hand to his chest and pinching my drooping breasts hard, and slapping my naked buttocks with the other hand wheel, making a slap.

No...No! I was beaten so hard that I cried bitterly, twisted my body desperately, and suddenly I stepped on the fruit knife on the ground.

I was quick to tell, kicked the knife from under the seat, then leaned over and stretched my left arm, and took it into my hand from the front of the seat.

Let's see how I fuck you!Peter screamed behind me, his hot weapon rubbing against my butt, and was about to force it into the gap.

Without thinking too much, I suddenly scratched the knife backwards, and a long scream sounded, and the pressure on my body suddenly eased. Peter staggered back, covering his lower body with both hands and howling, and blood kept pouring out between his fingers...