"No… stop… not there…" Inside the jam-packed commuter bus, I squeezed my thighs together, desperately resisting the man behind me whose hand was brazenly exploring beneath my skirt. My name is Alice, a newly married woman. I was accompanying my husband, Mark, back to his hometown for his younger brother’s wedding. After getting off the train, we rushed to the bus station and somehow managed to cram ourselves onto a bus packed like a can of sardines, only to be separated by the surging crowd. "Just hold on for a bit," Mark gestured from half a bus length away. I felt uneasy in such a physically close space but had no choice. I pushed and shoved my way to a corner by the back door, trying to minimize contact with others. But before I could even get my balance, a large hand appeared from nowhere, pressing firmly against my backside. "Creep!" I froze instantly, my mind blank, rooted to the spot, afraid to move. It wasn't my first encounter with a pervert, but never before had a stranger been so bold, so direct. Especially as the crowd continued to press in, the man behind me brazenly moved closer, gluing himself to my back and hips. Always confident in my figure, I usually favored thongs, believing they best showcased my curves. Today, I realized that was a mistake. As the bus swayed, my rounded hips, encased in a tight skirt, inevitably rubbed against the man's body. I could distinctly feel a strange object slowly pushing between my full buttocks. He feels even stronger than Mark! The sudden thought shocked me. How could I possibly be thinking such a thing while being violated by a stranger? Embarrassed and anxious, I instinctively twisted my waist and hips, trying to escape, but no matter how I moved, the man’s pelvis stuck to me rhythmically, pushing and thrusting. What made my heart pound even more was the sudden appearance of hands around my waist, trying to lift my shirt and slide down into my skirt. Enough, please… stop. My body was rigid, my legs clamped together, as I tried to push him away by arching my hips back. But just then, the bus hit a deep pothole, bouncing violently. My legs were forced to part slightly, and the man’s finger hooked. "Mmmph…" A sensation I'd never experienced before, both sharp and oddly pleasurable, overwhelmed me, making it impossible to suppress a gasp. I nearly collapsed, my only clear sensation a violent trembling in my thighs that wouldn't stop. And as if working against me, the bus began to sway and bump even more wildly. With every jolt, my body involuntarily tilted forward, pushing my butt out, and the man pressed into me from behind. The pose was almost as if I were actively inviting him. My rationality screamed at me to escape quickly, but my body was completely out of control, even seeming to enjoy it, not wanting him to stop. Is this… cheating? Feeling the man's agile fingers, I bit my lower lip, my face flushed, and stared out at the passing scenery, afraid to confront the question. I don’t know how much time passed, but by the time the bus finally reached its destination, dusk had already begun to fall. I practically leaped off the bus, but hadn't walked more than a few steps before my legs turned to jelly, and I nearly tripped. Luckily, Mark, who had caught up, steadied me. "Mark!" Just then, the roar of a motorcycle grew louder, pulling up beside us. The tall man riding it had dark skin and powerful, muscular arms. He flashed a perfect white-toothed grin at me. "Mark, this must be your wife?" Mark happily clapped him on the shoulder. "Duke! What are you doing here?" "The road ahead got washed out by the flood, still not repaired. Cars can't get through, so Auntie sent me to pick you up." Mark hadn’t ridden a motorcycle much since moving to the city. He circled Duke's bike, touching it here and there. "New Yamaha? Cool!" Somehow, they decided that Mark would drive, I'd sit in the middle, and Duke would sit behind me. The handlebars were low, and the rear seat was quite high, so when I straddled the bike, clutching my skirt, my hips were inevitably tilted upwards. My skirt naturally rode up, exposing my entire pale, long legs, and even my thong was faintly visible. The skirt offered almost no coverage. "Hold on tight!" Once Duke was settled behind me, steadying me by my shoulders, Mark revved the engine. The motorcycle roared to life and shot forward like an arrow from a bow. Caught off guard, my entire body lurched backward, and my perky, rounded backside sank directly between Duke's legs. The thin fabric was instantly pierced by the heat. I quickly hugged Mark, but from behind me, I heard Duke let out a suppressed grunt right by my ear. Mark continued to accelerate. Duke’s grip on my slender waist tightened, pressing harder and harder against my backside through the thin fabric. The wild ride finally slowed to a normal speed when we reached the main road. "Fun, huh?" Mark called out. "So fun!" Feeling the strong body pressing against my rear, I slid my hand inside Mark's shirt, exploring up and down, and called back loudly. People are so strange. If this had been before, I never would have done something like this in front of another person. But after the incident on the bus, an indescribable thrill welled up inside me. I secretly arched my butt back a little more. And so, sandwiched between two men, I rode until the motorcycle stopped in front of the old family house. "Boom! Boom! Boom!" The sound of drums echoed through the village, each beat heavier than the last, igniting the whole village into a frenzy. In the distant town square, tables were already set for a feast. Alex, Mark's younger brother, was leading his new bride, Sarah, around, distributing cigarettes and pouring drinks for guests. The atmosphere at the banquet grew livelier and livelier. Mark was quickly pulled away by childhood friends. When the village men saw me alone, they circled me, grinning, insistently offering me drinks. I couldn't refuse. I drank more and more, my whole body warm and light, my waist as soft as noodles. I vaguely heard them complimenting my pale skin and large hips, saying how every man would want me. Finally, I couldn't take their crude and direct jokes any longer. Ignoring their attempts to stop me, I slipped out from under one man's arm, my chest heaving, and fled. Even when someone groped my butt in the chaos, I didn't dare look back. Back at the old house, I immediately took off my skirt. Sure enough, I needed to change my underwear again. I closed the door, turned off the lights in both the main room and the back room, fetched a basin of water, and squatted to wash myself. "Creak…" Just then, I heard the sound of the outer door opening. Someone was here! I frantically pulled up my underwear, not daring to make a sound. If anyone saw me secretly washing myself, I'd die of embarrassment! "Huh?" It was Alex's new wife, Sarah. She seemed surprised that the back room door was open. She peeked in, didn't see me crouched in the corner, and then lowered her voice. "Nobody here. Come in." The man outside grunted in response. I held my breath, vaguely guessing what was happening but still disbelieving, and cautiously peered out from the doorway of the back room. I saw Sarah slowly backing up, and the man followed, grabbing her by the waist. Sarah's full body arched backward from the waist, her head tilted high, a slender, drawn-out moan escaping her lips. In the darkness, it sounded like a combination of something wanton and the thrilling secrecy of a forbidden tryst. She hooked her legs around the man's waist, holding his head, giggling like a harlot. "You heartless animal! Getting the groom drunk on purpose just to steal his wife…" The man chuckled. "Wild thing! Your big butt shaking like that, didn't you want me to take you?" I froze instantly, my heart pounding. The man was Duke. He was having an affair with the new bride?! Sarah panted, "Get lost, are you the only man in this whole village? What if I want to seduce someone else?" "Can anyone else satisfy you?" Duke shoved Sarah onto the bed in the main room, tearing at her clothes. Blurry dark and light figures rolled together, the rustle of fabric, the sound of ragged breaths, and the surreptitious atmosphere of their affair stretched the air in the room to a breaking point. "You animal, you're like a beast…" My face was crimson with embarrassment. How could Sarah say such scandalous things? Unconsciously, I craned my neck to get a better look, but accidentally knocked against a bamboo drying rack with dried vegetables on it. CLANG! The noise startled the two lovers. "Who's there?" Duke, without even pulling up his pants, burst into the back room and stood before me, his erection terrifyingly large. "You?" His eyes gleamed with a strange light. He turned to Sarah and ordered, "Go guard the door outside. I need to talk to Alice!" Sarah, completely at a loss, stumbled to pull on her clothes and obey. My hair was disheveled, my face burning with shame. I dared not look at Duke’s naked body. I tried to squeeze past him, but he wrapped his arms around my waist, holding me tightly. My heart hung in mid-air. I struggled in his embrace, my face flushed, gasping, "Let me go… I… I won't say anything… just…" CRASH! The door was shut from the outside by Sarah. Duke spread his arms, effortlessly lifted me, and threw me onto the bed, pinning me down. "Ah!" Feeling Duke's powerful muscles, I let out a small shriek. My head spun, and I struggled to breathe. "The only way I'll believe you won't tell is if everyone's involved in this mess." Duke grabbed my waist, lifted me easily, and flipped me over, trying to pull my skirt off. "No… stop…" He was hurting me slightly, making it hard to speak. I could only writhe my body, mouth agape, gasping for air. Just then, Duke’s hand slid under my skirt. Oh god! Oh god! I quickly grabbed his hand, squeezing my legs together. "Don't… don't touch me… let go!" "You're acting all innocent now, but you're just as eager." Duke tore my skirt open, then used one arm to pin my hands behind my back, trapping me like a prisoner. "On the motorcycle today, your butt was practically begging for it, wasn't it?" My secret desire exposed, my face burned so hot it felt like blood would burst through my skin. My hips thrashed in a frantic struggle, completely lost. Until he ripped my underwear off completely, leaving it tangled around my ankles… In that instant, countless possibilities flashed through my mind. If I fought back, would Duke kill me to keep me silent? The thought sent a jolt of panic through me, and I struggled frantically. But Duke’s nearly 200 pounds of weight on top of me made it impossible to run, even to breathe. "Help… me! Is anyone… here…" Duke realized that even with his hand over my mouth, I could still make noise. He changed his grip, clamping his thumb and forefinger around my mouth, the other fingers pinching my chin, preventing me from making any sound. "Mmph… mmph…" Duke’s grip was so tight that the sounds I made were completely unintelligible. But his position also gave me an opportunity to bite him. I bit down with all my strength. Blood seeped from the web between Duke's thumb and forefinger. The metallic taste filled my mouth. Seizing the moment when Duke recoiled in pain, I kicked his knee and broke free from his grip. I lunged for the door. Sarah's eyes widened. She stood in front of me, arms spread wide like a hen protecting her chicks. "Can you… not say anything?" I swallowed hard. "Outside, your wedding party is still in full swing. And you, the bride, are in here with another man. Are you not ashamed, Sarah?" Sarah bit her lower lip, not responding, only staring intently at me. "Just mind your own business. Pretend you didn't see anything. Nothing happened." "What if I decide to tell everyone?" I challenged. "Then you'll stay here too," Sarah replied. Stay here? What does that mean? I heard a sound behind me. Without daring to look back, I bolted towards the door. "If you dare to speak, I'll take you right now!" Duke grabbed me from behind, tearing my outer shirt in a few swift motions. "You ruined my plans, and now you want to run? I'll have you tonight, and then let's see what you dare to say!" I knew that if I continued to struggle like this, I was doomed. I tried to fish my phone out of my pocket to call 911, but as soon as I pulled it out, it was knocked from my hand. In desperation, I screamed, "If you come any closer, I'll kill myself right now!"
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