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Rape in Chengdu
Rape in Chengdu
Xiao Kim was very late coming back from the Young Women's Club. In Chengdu, in 1957, deep in the heart of a
China that was becoming more industrial than rural, it was still safe to walk the streets at any hour, and so the
fourteen-year-old felt little fear as she wandered along the sidewalk. Of course, Xiao Kim should have felt at least a
little fear. After all, curfew had been thirty minutes before, and even in safe Chengdu there were strict regulations
about not being out after curfew unless you were on the People's business.
But Xiao Kim did have a good excuse - and one that could be easily verified - and so she wasn't too worried. She
thought to herself, "If I am stopped, I'll simply explain about the Young Women's Club meeting running overtime
because we had so many items on the agenda. Any Public Safety people who stop me will understand that."
Xiao Kim was a good little Communist. She held Mao in great reverence and esteem, and believed in the Revolution
with all her heart. Xiao Kim believed that, as long as her own intentions were good, she would never have to fear any
agent of the State.
She passed by People's Paint Factory Number Thirty-Seven, on Mang-lu Street, and turned left as she always did.
She expected the street to be quite empty, and it was. She was halfway down the block, passing by an empty,
condemned tenement house when she heard the car's engine behind her. Cars were rare in Chengdu - and Xiao Kim
paused, turning to peer at the oncoming headlights, squinting.
The car simply rolled up - a Russian-made vehicle, noisy and smelly and inefficient - and halted at the curb by Xiao
Kim. The engine and headlights died at the same instant, and three men emerged, letting the car doors remain gaping
open behind them. They all wore military clothing - and the red-and-white armbands that marked them as Public
Safety officials. Xiao Kim, little fool that she was, smiled shyly as the three men stepped up onto the sidewalk and
swaggered towards her.
"I know it's past curfew - I'm sorry, but you see - " And she launched into her excuse.
"Papers, please," said the tallest of the three, interrupting her rambling explanation. Xiao Kim blinked, and then
dutifully produced her ID card, her Young Women's Club membership card, and the official paper marking her as an
employee of People's Slipper Factory Number Thirty-two.
The man who idly perused her documents had a little brown nametag affixed to his collar. It said his name was
'Chung Lee.' Xiao Kim glanced at the other two - but they had no nametags. She decided that Chung Lee must be
their supervisor, then. And she began to worry. Perhaps they would feel the need to make an example of her if they
were being observed on their rounds tonight.
"She'll do," Chung Lee said darkly.
"Her little tits are like unripe apples," complained the shortest of the three, a squat little fellow with rather crooked
teeth.
"But she's so small - she'll be a tight fit on my cock," said the third, a slender young man with rather debonair good
looks.
And by now, Xiao Kim was starting to get nervous. Those were not comments one expected to hear from the
Guardians of the People!
"Come on. In there," Chung Lee said tersely, grabbing Xiao Kim by the elbow. He pulled her towards the
abandoned tenement house, shouldering open the door, which hung crookedly from rotting hinges. The other two
followed, and Xiao Kim, too well indoctrinated to disobey, simply went along.
Inside, the bottom floor of the tenement house was full of dust, and not much else. The lobby was empty but for a
desk at one end, which had once been the front reception desk, but was now simply a platform to collect dust.
Chung Lee pulled the slender girl over to the desk, and released her arm. He smiled down at her upraised face, and
said comfortably, "Take off your skirt, Xiao Kim."
Xiao Kim glanced at the other two men, but both Crooked Teeth and Handsome simply smiled benignly at her. She
wasn't sure what to do - and she wasn't certain what they wanted. But these men were her protectors - if they
wanted her to remove her skirt, she should just do it. All would be explained later.
So, timidly, the girl unfastened her black pleated skirt, and carefully stepped out of it. She was left in only her white
cotton panties and long-sleeved black silk shirt.
Chung Lee took the skirt from her hands, and tossed it to the dusty floor.
"And now the shirt," he commanded.
Meekly, Xiao Kim obeyed. Chung Lee took the shirt from her as well. Xiao Lim was left standing there, nude except
for her panties. The three men seemed to inhale deeply all at once, admiring her tender young breasts, tiny but
perfect, rounded and firm, pink little nipples tightening and hardening as the cold air caressed them. Her skin was so
clear, absolutely unblemished, and so pure. In their pants, the men began to harden.
Chung Lee stepped forward, and then around the trembling girl, who crossed her arms over her chest, giving the
other two men a frightened look before lowering her gaze to the floor. She jumped a little when she felt Chung Lee's
big, cool hands settle against her waist. She stood very still as they slid around to her flat belly, then down her
abdomen. One hand remained on her abdomen and, as Chung Lee moved forward to press his body against Xiao
Kim's back, his other hand slid down father, over her panties, pushing between her soft thighs to cup over her crotch.
Xiao Kim closed her eyes and shuddered as she felt Chung Lee's long fingers begin to caress and explore her tender
*censored* through her panties. He molded the cotton of her panties against the soft shapes of her immature cuntlips,
rubbing her slowly. Although she was frightened, Xiao Kim began to feel a curious warmth down between her legs,
where Chung Lee was slowly rubbing, pressing, and caressing her.
She sucked in a sharp breath when he lifted his hand, only to slide it down beneath the waistband of her panties. His
longer fingers continued to slide down, finding her bare little cunt, gently sliding along the length of her slit, opening the
soft petals of her flower, probing at her tight, dry little opening. He slid just the tip of his index finger into her opening,
probing, pressing.
She could hear the other men's breathing becoming labored.
Chung Lee withdrew his hands from her body, and stepped back from her.
"Take off your panties, small one," he said quietly.
Obediently, though she was terrified, Xiao Kim did so. She suspected that these men had to examine her somehow,
and that to do so they would possibly have to touch her a great deal, and the thought was both horrifying and
exciting. Chung Lee's touch had been gentle; she didn't mind so much if he decided to caress her soft *censored* a little
more.
"Get up on the desk, Xiao Kim. Sit on the edge, and open your legs...
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