Before the Portraits of the Dead
"So, what do we do now?"
Like the monkey in that popular meme, one of the men threw cold water on the rising tension.
"What do you mean, what do we do..."
"Just bend her over already," another man added with a snicker.
"Isn't it a bit of a waste to just fuck her like this? Like, shouldn't there be some kind of performance..."
"A performance?"
"Wait, I have a great idea."
Park Hanmin, the oldest of the men, stepped forward with a snicker. "Jia. Let's do something fun."
Hanmin approached Jia.
"Hic...!"
Jia gasped, flinching violently from the lingering trauma of the violence she had just endured.
"Fuck, why are you so startled? You're making it look like we're the bad guys here."
Hanmin reached down to shove his hand between her thighs—
"Kyaaa!"
Only to be stopped.
"Tsk..."
As Hanmin raised his hand to strike her, Jihun intervened. "Don't touch her face!"
"That bitch doesn't have much going for her besides her pretty face."
"The rest is fair game, right?"
"As long as you don't permanently cripple her."
"Hmm..."
Hanmin pondered for a moment, then—
"Aaaagh!!"
He reached out and pinched Jia's nipple with all his might.
"Wait... *sob*... It hurts! It hurts!!"
Dragged by Hanmin's grip, Jia was pulled toward her parents' funeral portraits. He yanked so hard that her voluptuous breast stretched forward, horribly distorted.
"You shouldn't squeeze so hard!!"
Hanmin cupped her breast from underneath, squeezing it tightly.
"Ugh... ah... it hurts..."
With an amused expression, Hanmin gripped her breast and shook it up and down, like a farmer taming a stubborn cow by its nose ring.
Her heavy breast bounced wildly within his palm.
"Stop shaking it...! Ah! If you shake it like that, they're going to sag!!"
To compensate for Hanmin's aggressive up-and-down movements, Jia was forced to shake her hips, dancing in a grotesque, twerking motion.
"The ligaments in my chest are going to tear!! Please!!!!"
Jia pleaded, her face contorted in agony.
Her other, untouched breast sloshed heavily, and as she thrust her voluptuous hips back in that pathetic twerk, slick arousal began to drip from her crotch. Even in a situation of forced violation, her female biology betrayed her, secreting lubrication to prepare for intercourse.
"Look at her, twerking and dripping her juices right in front of her dead parents."
"Does getting your tits touched feel that good?"
The men jeered, snickering among themselves.
After enjoying Jia's pathetic "performance" for a while, Hanmin, Jihun, and the rest of the group moved on to the next command.
"Bow."
"A bow?..."
Confused by the sudden order, Jia blinked blankly.
"Fuck, we're at a funeral parlor. Of course you have to bow," Hanmin barked, threatening her.
"Yes... *sob*..."
Weeping, Jia dragged her feet and stood before her parents' portraits. They were just photographs, but the gaze of her deceased parents felt unbearably humiliating.
Mom, Dad, I'm so sorry...
Stumbling, Jia tried to cover her breasts and her crotch with her hands.
"Who the fuck bows like that?"
"Fucking bitches, what's the point of going to a prestigious university if you don't even know basic manners?"
"Stand straight. Attention. Hands off. Yeah, like that."
Cowering under their threats, Jia hesitantly lowered her hands and stood at attention.
"Wow, to think we never got to taste this until now..."
"You should've just spread your legs for us back then. If you had, maybe there'd be one less guy here to ruin you."
Standing at attention, the curves of Jia's body became even more pronounced. She had slender, feminine shoulders, but her breasts were so massive and heavy that they spilled outward, partially obscuring her upper arms. Her waist was narrow, yet soft, covered in a plush layer of fat typical of a woman who rarely exercised.
Below that, her wide, child-bearing hips gave way to a pair of plump, firm buttocks. She possessed a textbook hourglass figure. Dark, purplish bruises were already forming on the breast Hanmin had squeezed, and the pale skin of her body was littered with blooming marks from the physical abuse, yet this only heightened the perverse, sadomasochistic allure of her form.
"Please... don't look at me like that..."
Jia squirmed, deeply humiliated by the piercing stares of the men. Their eyes didn't hold admiration; instead, they appraised her like butchers grading cuts of meat in a slaughterhouse.
Standing rigid under the pale, fluorescent lights of the funeral parlor, Jia's body truly resembled a piece of meat on display.
"Do you want to get beaten again?"
"Shut the fuck up and stand still."
"Yes, yes. Please don't hit me. I hate being hit. *hic*..."
Jia sobbed, maintaining her rigid posture. Tears and snot streamed down her cheeks and chin, but unable to move her hands, she could only let them drip.
"Ugh... *sob*..."
The men's heated, predatory gazes locked onto the weeping woman, a clear prelude to the impending gang rape. Cruelly, despite her terror and shame, the sheer intensity of their visual violation sent a shiver of involuntary arousal through her loins. Her clitoris throbbed with a faint, sickening orgasm, and her wetness began to seep out with soft, squelching sounds.
Stimulated by primal fear and the instinct for survival, her uterus contracted with a heavy warmth, her cervix lowering as her body prepared itself to be violated. The thick fluids seeping from her labia trickled down her inner thighs, which were parted just wide enough to receive a man.
The milky, viscous fluid clung to her skin, stretching like spiderwebs between her thighs.
"What, are you getting wet because you know you're about to get raped?"
"They say pregnancy rates are higher during rape for a reason. Women actually fucking love being taken by force."
The men snickered, throwing out vile, degrading jokes.
"No... *sob*... I don't..."
"Jia, do you think we're fucking idiots?"
"Are you trying to call us liars, you bitch?"
"You're literally dripping your juices everywhere... and you still won't move your hands?"
Without warning, Hanmin reached out and violently grabbed her mound.
"Ah...! Yes, you're right... so please don't touch me..."
Hanmin covered her entire vulva with his palm, kneading the soft flesh like dough.
"Damn, this pussy is so soft, it feels like slime..."
Hanmin muttered in genuine awe, captivated by the plush, yielding texture of her flesh.
"So, do you want to get hit instead?" he threatened, quickly hardening his expression again.
"No..."
"Then you like having your pussy touched, don't you?"
"Yes... ah... it feels so good when men touch my pussy."
Jia squirmed, clamping her thighs slightly around Hanmin's hand. Squelch, squelch. The heavy flow of her arousal soaked his fingers.
"And you love being raped too?"
"Yes..."
"Speak up, you retarded bitch."
"Kyaah?!"
Hanmin squeezed her labia so hard it was bound to leave a bruise.
"Ah... ah... I'm a... I'm a dirty bitch who loves being raped... ah! So please don't hit me."
A dull ache that she could no longer distinguish from pleasure washed over her. Jia wept, dripping wet as she begged desperately.
See? That's why she was spreading her legs for everyone.
But why didn't she give us any back then?
A mere hole trying to be picky about what dick she takes?
Amidst the mocking whispers of the men, Hanmin pulled his hand away from her crotch and chuckled. "Well, now that the ideological verification is complete..."
"Tell your parents."
"What?..."
"Tell them you love being raped."
"...?"
"What, you can't say it?"
Hanmin threatened her again, grabbing her breast. The sticky fluids from her loins smeared onto her bruised, battered chest.
"Kyaah?! It hurts! I'll say it! I'll say it, just don't ruin my breasts!!"
"Fucking bitch. You used to act so high and mighty just because you worked at a major corporation, but you're finally learning to listen."
"I guess street smarts and book smarts really are different."
"Work and study? Is a female brain even built for that in the first place?"
"Just saying."
As the men continued to banter, Hanmin slapped Jia's buttocks hard, mockingly "encouraging" her.
"Alright, since you get it now, let's see a good performance!"
Smack!
His palm connected with her firm rear, leaving a bright red handprint in its wake.
The impact of the spanking reverberated heavily through her flesh, traveling up her pelvis and shaking her uterus. As the dull shockwave vibrated through her reproductive organs, a bizarre sensation hovering between pain and climax made her womb throb. Her vaginal opening squelched, releasing another burst of fluid.
"Ah... ugh... I'll bow..."
Jia raised her hands in a submissive, feminine gesture and slowly bent her body forward. Whether from fear, pain, or involuntary pleasure, the mere friction of her inner thighs sent a jolt of electricity straight to her brain, making her legs tremble uncontrollably.
Shaking like a newborn fawn, Jia struggled to bend her waist. As her palms touched the cold floor, her massive breasts pressed against the ground, spilling out to the sides in soft, heavy mounds. Perhaps due to her extensive sexual experience, her posture looked less like a respectful bow and more like an invitation for doggystyle.
Her lower back arched downward, and her buttocks thrust high into the air. As her cheeks parted, her plump, swollen labia gaped open with a wet sound.
"Whoa, fuck..."
"That is so hot."
The men marveled.
"..."
Jihun watched in silence, his emotions a complex tangle, though his erection remained rock-hard.
"..."
Jia remained bent over, frozen in place. She was too terrified to even lift her head. Her private parts weren't perfectly pink, but they were relatively light compared to most, showing only a faint, delicate pigmentation.
As her softly pigmented labia parted, her wide-open vaginal entrance revealed the deep, intricate folds of her inner walls. Thick, sticky fluids clung to the vaginal canal like spiderwebs, and fresh, milky secretions welled up from deep within the folds.
With a wet squelch, a heavy dollop of fluid spilled out. A raw, musky, and slightly pungent female scent wafted from her open canal, filling the funeral parlor with an addictive, primal aroma.
"Jia."
"Yes, yes."
"Now, tell your mom and dad."
"Yes... *sob*..."
With her rear hoisted high and her private parts fully exposed, Jia began her tearful report.
"Mom... Dad... *hic*... Thank you so much for raising me to be a pathetic, brainless slut who gets off on being raped..."
The men burst into roaring laughter. Naturally, her parents in the portraits only stared back with silent, frozen smiles.