"S-Stop it! You guys are far too big for me! I can't handle you at all!"

In the dark slums, a few impoverished men have me lifted in mid-air. I can feel four pairs of rough, callused hands parting my slender legs, revealing my panties.

"And here you are, pretending to be pure and innocent! Look at how wet you are right now! You must be yearning for our touch, right?"

After that, the men rip off my damp panties before pinning me down…

My name was Roxy Monroe, and I was the campus belle at the art school.

Before graduation, I needed to find an internship. I landed a position at a public institution where I just had to deliver supplies every day.

I thought it'd be a very easy job, and since it was a government position with good pay, I agreed without hesitation.

Only when I got there did I realize they were sending me to deliver contraceptives to the slum.

These people were all simple-minded but well-endowed poor folks.

My supervisor, Scott Warren, gave me a meaningful reminder.

"This is a very important job. If we don't ensure they take safety measures, STDs can spread easily."

Thinking of the importance of the task, I steeled myself and entered the slum.

At first, I thought I'd be dealing with dignitaries and high-ranking officials, so I dressed up very flamboyantly.

I was in business attire—a short leather skirt that barely covered my butt, hugging my two very round and perky cheeks, black stockings, and high heels.

As I walked into the slum, everyone's eyes were locked onto me. The way they stared made my skin crawl.

I approached the first household. The "house" was just a simple tent, furnished with only a bed and a fan.

"Hello? Is anyone home?" I stood at the entrance, not daring to go in.

After a moment, some moans came from inside, followed by a man asking, "Who is it?"

"I'm here to deliver contraceptives," I answered from the entrance.

"Oh, come in then."

I had no choice but to brace myself and go in.

But the moment I entered, I was nearly terrified out of my wits—the broke couple was making love on the bed.

No wonder Mr. Warren insisted on me delivering contraceptives. These people really could go at it anytime, anywhere.

When the man saw me, he didn't even bother putting on his clothes. Instead, he just got off his wife and walked straight up to me.

His manhood was truly impressive. It swung back and forth as he walked. Even though it was hanging right there in plain sight, the man wasn't the least bit ashamed.

He reached out to take the contraceptives I offered, but his gaze was fixed intently on my large chest.

"You new here? Why, you're younger than the previous woman who came."

His stare gave me goosebumps all over.

I was terrified that he might try to take advantage of me, especially looking the way I did. If that stirred up his lust, there'd be no stopping him from taking it all out on me.

I'd had a few boyfriends, but none as mighty as him. I'd never experienced anything so big. It'd probably feel amazing, right?

After delivering the items, I quickly fled the place.

After all, I was still a virgin and had no desire to become a tool for their lust.

I moved on to the next household.

But to my surprise, this one only had a single male occupant.

When I arrived at his place, he was idly playing with his own manhood. It stood up tall and proud, even thicker than the last man's.

My breath caught in my throat. Was he even human? It was bigger than a bull's!

When he saw me, his eyes lit up with desire.

After all, a young, beautiful woman like me was an extreme rarity in this slum.

These people were repressed to begin with, so seeing me naturally brought out their animalistic urges.

He practically leaped off the bed and rushed up to me.

"Hey, gorgeous, wanna try mine out? I promise I'll make you feel good."

His manhood was just an inch away from me, and I could even feel the heat radiating off it.

Panicking, I trembled as I pulled the contraceptives from my bag and handed them to him.

"I-I'm here to deliver this, not to do that sort of thing."

He grabbed the package and threw it on the ground.

"I don't have a wife, so what do I need this for?" he grumbled. "What I'm lacking right now is a woman. You people better send me one soon."

My legs shook with fear as I quickly tried to explain, "That's not my responsibility. I'm just a delivery person."

He got impatient. Suddenly, he grabbed me and threw me onto the bed.

"I don't care about that. You are the woman they sent to me. You're so beautiful, just like a doll."

I was so terrified that I almost burst into tears, thrashing and fighting with everything I had.

He violently tore open my top with both hands, popping off several buttons and exposing my lace-trimmed bra.

"My, my, black lace, eh? I can tell you're a wild one just by looking at you."

A wave of terror washed over me, and I was on the verge of tears.

Surely he wasn't going to force himself on me, right?

The next second, he yanked hard at my bra strap.

Immediately, my breasts spilled out, their rosy little tips looking utterly enticing.

His eyes went wide, and he kept kneading them with his hands. My two mounds shifted with the movements of his palms, even spilling out between his fingers.

"Be gentle," I said.

I had to admit that his rough touch actually felt strangely pleasurable. A sensation like an electric current surged through my entire body.

The more he touched me, the more excited he became. He pressed down on me entirely and even tried to burrow between my legs.

I could clearly feel something hot and hard against my inner thigh.

Startled, I couldn't help but clamp my thighs together, my nerves on edge.

It was a good thing I was wearing underwear today, or he would've gotten in.

However, he wasn't satisfied. He hoisted my legs up and pushed up my short skirt.

"It's so pretty and still looks tight."

He reached out to pull off my panties.

This wouldn't do. If he actually pulled them off, I'd be done for.

Summoning all my strength, I straightened my legs and kicked him hard in the crotch.

He winced in pain, clutching his groin and glaring at me.

"How dare you kick me, you hussy? You must have a death wish!"

With that, he lunged at me.

Seizing the moment, I grabbed my bag and bolted out of the room without even bothering to put my clothes back on.

As soon as I got outside, I felt a chill on my chest. Only then did I realize I was completely exposed, my two big breasts swinging back and forth as I ran.

Other people in the slum saw this and laughed at me.

They thought I'd gone to the pervert's place looking for some fun.

Feeling utterly humiliated, I hurriedly tried to button up my blouse, only to find that two buttons had popped off.

The collar wouldn't close, revealing the edge of my black lace bra and my deep cleavage.

Terrified that the next few families would violate me, I couldn't even bring myself to stand at their doorsteps.

Instead, I stood right on the street and threw the contraceptives into the house through the doorway. If the door wasn't open, I'd toss them through the window. And if the window was closed, I'd leave them at the door.

In any case, I didn't dare set foot inside.

After finally finishing delivering all of the contraceptives for the day, I hurried back without stopping.

As soon as I returned to the office, I couldn't hold it in anymore and broke down crying.

Mr. Warren saw me come back and quickly tried to comfort me.

But his eyes kept drifting to my loosened collar, and he casually wrapped his arm around my waist as if by accident.

I couldn't take it anymore. After just one day, I wanted to resign. I didn't even care about getting paid. There was no way I was going to put myself in that kind of danger again.

However, Mr. Warren said to me in a serious tone, "Just hang in there for a couple more days. If you leave, we won't have anyone to cover this post. As soon as we find someone else, we'll approve your resignation right away."

I didn't want to cause them any trouble, so I reluctantly agreed to stay.

The next day, when I went to deliver the contraceptives, I didn't dare dress flashily anymore. Instead, I opted for pants.

When I got to the slum, the people there were surprised to see me dressed so conservatively.

"Why are you all covered up today? You looked so nice yesterday with your chest showing."

Embarrassed by their remarks, I kept my head down and paid them no mind.

I started going door to door to hand out the supplies.

At the first house, the man had a wife, so naturally he wasn't as interested in me.

The one I feared most was the single guy at the second house. He'd acted like a horny mutt the second he saw me, humping and rubbing against my body.

When I got to the second house, I planned to just toss the contraceptives inside. But before I even reached the door, I felt someone grab me from behind and carry me inside.

By the time I came to my senses, there were four men in the room. It was pretty dark inside, and all I could see were four sets of white teeth, which made it even more terrifying.

I clutched myself in panic.

"Wh-what do you think you all are doing?"

The lead bachelor said, "None of us have wives. Since you're always delivering contraceptives to us, you have to help us use them."

How utterly ridiculous.

However, I knew it was useless to reason with these people, so I simply warned them, "Stay back! This is a lawful society! What you're doing is illegal!"

Unfortunately, they weren't the least bit intimidated.

The leader grabbed me from behind and lifted me up. Then, two men on either side forced my legs apart.

"You were wearing a skirt yesterday, so why the pants today? Were you waiting for us to take them off?"

I felt like my head was about to explode.

"Let go of me, right now!" I shouted, struggling as hard as I could.

But the next moment, they pulled off my pants, revealing my fair, long legs.

One of them reached his hand between my legs and started touching me. His fingers moved really fast, and soon, I felt a warm, tight sensation in my lower belly.

Being held up in the air like that made me feel a kind of shame I couldn't put into words.

Before long, they had torn off my clothes too, and several of them hoisted my naked body up in the air.

I couldn't stop a tingling feeling from washing over my body. Desire washed over me like a flood, almost drowning me.

"And you say you don't want it? Your panties are soaking wet. You're probably dying for it."

With that, the leader stood between my legs and revealed his considerable manhood.

It was so big that I didn't think I could take it. If he forced himself on me, I might just die.

"Please, no. You're too big. I don't think I can handle it."

But the next moment, he grabbed my thighs and thrust forward hard.