The extreme experience of being ravaged

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My name is Ding Shuhan, and I used to be a reserved and lovely girl.

When I was in my second year of high school, my family got into trouble with the underworld.

One of the gang leaders had long coveted me and wanted to use me as compensation.

As a result, I was brutally raped and forced to become his girlfriend and live with him.

He wasn't particularly violent towards me, but he subjected me to endless sexual torment, making my life unbearable.

A shy girl like me was subjected to all sorts of physical abuse, and he forced me to actively cooperate with him. In the beginning, I felt incredibly ashamed, and sometimes after he finished with me, I wanted to die.

But I couldn't just leave this world like that. If anything happened, the underworld would definitely retaliate severely against my family.

And I was only 17 years old then, with my own dreams and expectations.

I was the only daughter in my family; if I died, how would my parents live the rest of their lives?

I could only live on strongly, because one day they would need me to take care of them.

After getting through the initial days, I slowly got used to it and lost my sense of shame.

Not to mention being a girl, I didn't even have the most basic human dignity.

His tricks became more and more varied and sophisticated, but I endured them all and survived under his tyranny.

I rarely had the chance to go home. My parents missed me terribly, and the thought of how I was suffering made them cry uncontrollably, but how could I let them know the suffering I was enduring?

They were powerless and could only do this, continuing to support me through high school, hoping that one day I could escape the clutches of the underworld.

I remember at the beginning, he made me perform deep throat.

That unforgettable humiliation stemmed from my girlish modesty.

Later, he started anal sex; the excruciating pain made me unable to walk all day, forcing me to skip school.

In the past, in the eyes of teachers and classmates, I was probably a charming and well-behaved girl, popular, and maintaining a unique shyness and elegance.

I had long, flowing hair, was 163 cm tall, and liked to wear white dresses.

I had a good figure and paid attention to my appearance, but unfortunately, I could only maintain this image at school. Once I returned home, I had to face torment and humiliation.

From that time on, to prevent others from knowing I was living with someone and to stay in school, I cut off all my friends and became a withdrawn and extremely introverted girl.

Those days were truly unbearable.

I had to avoid everyone's gaze; walking home from school felt like committing a crime, and when I got home, inhuman abuse awaited me.

Boys often pointed and whispered behind my back; I knew they were calling me cold, even perverted, but I could only swallow my tears.

Sometimes, unable to bear the cold accusations and treatment from my classmates, I would run to the quiet rooftop of the teaching building and cry my heart out.

He often made me swallow his semen; the most disgusting thing was that he would spit a pool of thick semen on my food and then force me to eat it.

What's most unbearable is that he often tortures me excessively on weekends, and he especially enjoys venting his lust on my anus.

To keep my body clean and prevent the discharge of impurities, he would often starve me for a day beforehand and then clean my genitals before he started.

He not only made me act shy and moan in pain during the process, but also made my body cooperate with his movements.

He had so many tricks up his sleeve! At first, I was both ashamed and afraid, and I refused to do as he said, which resulted in severe beatings.

I honestly can't remember how I endured it all.

I've become indifferent to many of the tortures, even forgotten them.

But some things will be memories I can never erase for the rest of my life.

Only by facing them can I have the courage to face the rest of my life.

I remember one night he took me to a dance. Before we left, he starved me all day, emptied my bowels, and then had sex with my anus.

It lasted a long time, and I felt numb and sore for a long time afterward.

After he finished, he took his toothbrush and slowly inserted it into my anus, the brush part at the bottom.

The toothbrush was completely inside me, with only a thin string sticking out for easy removal later.

After that, he shoved a 20-centimeter-long electric vibrating penis into my mouth, all the way down to my throat.

This thing was quite thin and very soft.

He actually forced me to swallow it.

I tried my best, and at first it was really uncomfortable. I vomited repeatedly as soon as it reached my throat, but since I hadn't eaten, what came out was just bile, and it made my eyes water uncontrollably.

He got impatient, pushed me onto the bed, tied my hands behind my back with a ribbon, and then pulled my hair to lift my head.

I knew what he meant, and looked at him pitifully, but I knew begging was useless, so I opened my mouth.

"You can't even swallow something this small! If you can't swallow it later, I won't let you eat tomorrow!" I nodded, and he inserted it again.

Because the position had been adjusted this time, my throat and esophagus were in a straight line, so it was easier for the food to go in.

I swallowed hard, and after a few times, he suddenly pushed, a cool sensation reaching the back of my throat. I watched helplessly as the 20-centimeter-long plastic dildo slowly slid into my mouth.

I knew it was inside my throat, going deeper and deeper. I was terrified.

I tried to vomit but couldn't; my throat hurt. I just wanted him to finish quickly so I could get a moment's rest.

He simulated thrusting, moving his penis in and out of my throat.

Several times it slipped out, forcing me to swallow again.

He tormented me for several minutes before finally stopping and removing it.

I was in so much pain I couldn't even make a sound.

He switched to another, thicker penis, spread my thighs wide, and inserted it into my vagina.

I couldn't imagine how this 20-centimeter-long, slightly thicker electric vibrator could fit completely inside me.

After inserting it, he turned it on, making it vibrate for two hours.

Then he found one of my small hairpins, threaded a string through one end, and slowly inserted it into my urethra.

He looked on with satisfaction at how all three orifices of my lower body were filled with things, saying he would remove them after the ball.

I was terrified and cried. Go to the ball with all these things inside me? But I did whatever he said; resistance was useless. I could only endure his torment.

Afterwards, he used a sanitary napkin to cushion me, preventing my bodily fluids from leaking out.

Then he helped me put on a menstrual belt and told me to get dressed myself.

As I moved around, I realized how unbearable the sensations were in my lower body. The toothbrush head was pricking the sensitive inner walls of my anus, almost making me scream. The vibrations in my vagina made me feel wet; the discharge had probably soaked through the sanitary napkin.

I was wearing a very pretty pink shirt and a beautiful off-white long skirt, my favorite outfit.

Then, as he requested, I put on light makeup, some jewelry and accessories, and a pair of off-white high heels.

Before we left, he stroked my long, soft hair and said, "Perform well, don't disappoint me."

I nodded obediently.

Once outside, I realized this was the beginning of torture. Even small movements made my lower body very uncomfortable, especially in the car. Even the slightest bump on the road caused me discomfort, and I couldn't help but moan softly several times.

I dared not sit still, having to prop myself up slightly with my hands, and we finally reached our destination.

At the ball, I had to socialize with others, forcing smiles and chatting. I really don't know how I endured it.

Some of his superiors invited me to dance. Luckily, this was a relatively upscale place, and they were dancing a slow dance, so I could at least awkwardly and barely maintain my composure. If it were the dance halls he and his buddies usually went to, I think I would have fainted after a couple of moves.

Afterwards, I remained seated, afraid to move around. Less than half an hour later, I felt the end of a toothbrush digging deep into my lower abdomen, causing a sharp pain, while the penis was pressing painfully against my uterus.

The hair clip was okay; it only stung a little during the initial penetration at home, but it didn't bother me afterward.

Who could believe that beneath my beautiful exterior lay so many shameful secrets?

He kept glancing at me, and seeing my forced smile seemed to bring him immense satisfaction.

Time ticked by, each moment feeling so slow, it was pure torture.

Towards the end, I almost fainted, unable to even sit up straight, drenched in cold sweat.

I just wanted to get home quickly and be free.

Finally, the nightmare was about to end.

Back home, I desperately needed to urinate.

Although I hadn't eaten, I had drunk water, and I had only urinated once that day.

He only pulled out his penis.

Knowing I needed to urinate, he made me do it like this, binding my hands behind my back, and went into the bathroom with me.

I sat on the toilet, my legs raised high so he could watch me urinate.

After waiting for a while, I finally felt the pressure ease down there, and a thin stream of urine began to trickle down, along with the hairpin.

Waves of pain washed over me, blurring my vision with tears; the hairpin had probably rubbed against the walls of my urethra.

The flow continued intermittently for a long time, and sometimes he would put his head down to my genitals and lick my fresh urine.

"Good, now, let's get the toothbrush out too."

I pushed as hard as I could.

Actually, I could barely feel anything in my anus anymore, but I could still feel the toothbrush being expelled little by little.

My shame prevented me from opening my eyes, but I knew that the toothbrush head, the most unbearable part, was finally out.

After that, things went much more smoothly, and I finally fell into the toilet.

I was panting, weak and exhausted.

I hadn't eaten all day, and with tonight's ordeal, I was completely drained.

"Can I have some water?" I pleaded helplessly.

He unbuckled his belt, revealing his enormous penis, which he held to my face.

"If you want to drink, drink my water!" I opened my mouth and lifted my head to his groin.

He ejaculated, the warm liquid splashing onto my cheek. He quickly adjusted the angle and poured it into my mouth.

My mouth remained open, and I swallowed.

He had drunk too much beer at the party and was also very bladdery. Because of the high water content, his urine didn't smell too strong. I forced myself to drink some, and then simply cooperated with him, my mouth slightly open.

I think my posture and expression aroused his intense desire. Seeing that I stopped drinking, he urinated on my head, soaking my face, hair, and clothes and skirt, leaving them completely wet.

He urinated for a long time, my entire body covered in urine, before finally stopping, satisfied.

"You were such a good boy tonight.

Take a good shower, and I'll give you something to eat later,"

he said, releasing my hand.

I looked at him gratefully, and he left, content.

I showered for a long time, washing myself thoroughly.

I even used feminine wash, which has a disinfecting effect.

After resting for a while, he finally came out of the kitchen.

"I'll give you some bananas later, but first, you have to give me oral sex."

I naturally complied.

He was already naked, his erect penis thick and hard.

He comfortably leaned back against the wall, bending his thighs and spreading them apart.

I knelt down, grasped the base of his penis, and gently took the glans into my mouth.

He shuddered with pleasure.

I first licked the glans with my tongue; his penis was thick and smooth, and relatively white in color. The glans was very tender, not as ugly as the male leads in those porn movies I was forced to watch.

I circled the glans for a while, then withdrew and licked other places.

I licked his anus and perineum, and he trembled with pleasure.

Then I put his scrotum in my mouth and sucked his pubic hair.

Finally, I returned to his penis, hooking its base with my tongue and licking it back and forth repeatedly, from bottom to top, sometimes biting it horizontally in the middle.

He hadn't showered today, and his genitals had a peculiar, pungent smell, but I couldn't show the slightest disgust.

I licked all the way to the glans, cleaning the entire penis.

Now, I took a deep breath and swallowed half of his penis, sucking on it.

These actions were already very familiar to me.

"Sizzle, sizzle."

The soft sounds of saliva and friction greatly stimulated his pleasure.

Semen seeped out, mixing with my saliva, flowing down his penis.

I began to stroke it up and down with my mouth.

After a while, he grabbed my hands and twisted them behind my back, so my weight was tilted towards my head. He pressed down, and my head drooped. His

penis was already at the back of my throat, but he wouldn't let go. I tried to swallow as much as possible; the glans had reached deep into my throat, and I had swallowed two-thirds of his penis. If it went any further, it might pierce my throat.

My buttocks were sticking up high, and my anus was facing upwards.

He had already propped himself up, and at this moment, one hand was still holding my arm, while the other hand reached behind my back to my buttocks, his middle finger groping for my anus.

He found it and slowly pressed it in, then rubbed it a few times.

My area was already throbbing, and his hands were dry. His ministrations made me tremble involuntarily, the tremor sending a jolt to his glans. He seemed to enjoy it, so he continued to tease my genitals, even inserting his middle finger completely.

Finally, he was about to ejaculate.

He released me and stood up. I tilted my head back, grasping the base of his penis again, pulling my mouth out and quickly stroking it.

"Swallow it!" He ejaculated, completely and utterly.

There was a good amount of semen, and the smell wasn't as fishy or foul as concentrated semen. I swallowed it mouthful by mouthful.

He finished ejaculating into my mouth with satisfaction, then put it back in and paused for half a minute, panting.

My mouth was already sore from exhaustion.

He brought over a plate of freshly sliced bananas, and in his other hand was a glass bottle.

I knew what it was; he had told me before that when I wasn't home, he would collect his semen in the bottle after masturbating, and one day when he had too much, he would make me drink it to show him.

It was a bottle used for storing alcohol, about 300 milliliters, and it was already more than half full. He usually kept it in the refrigerator.

This much must have accumulated many times over.

He brought over a stemmed glass, poured half the contents of the bottle into it, shook it, and handed it to me: "Drink this first."

As soon as I brought it to my lips, the fishy smell hit me—it was thick semen.

I wanted to drink it all in one gulp, but he seemed to know what I was thinking and told me to drink it sip by sip.

I felt nauseous and vomited frequently, barely managing to finish it, and even then, I had to lick it clean with my tongue.

I felt full without needing to eat anything more; my throat felt sticky, and I wanted to vomit everything out of my stomach.

He poured the rest of the semen onto banana slices, stirred it until it was sticky, and handed it to me.

Extremely hungry, I finally ate my first meal of the day. Although it was fishy and disgusting, I ate it all.

He held me contentedly as we fell asleep.

Exhausted and helpless, I quickly drifted off to sleep, knowing I had to get up early for class on Monday.

My name is Ding Shuhan, and I used to be a reserved and lovely girl.

In my second year of high school, my family got involved with the underworld, becoming entangled in a complicated situation.

The gang leader had long coveted me and wanted to use me as compensation.

As a result, I was brutally raped and forced to become his girlfriend, and even live with him.

He wasn't usually very violent towards me, but he subjected me to endless sexual torment, making me suffer terribly.

A shy girl like me was subjected to various forms of physical abuse by him, and he forced me to actively cooperate with him. In the beginning, I was filled with shame, and sometimes after he had ravaged me, I really wanted to die.

But I couldn't just leave this world like that. If anything happened, the underworld would definitely retaliate against my family.

Besides, I was only 17 years old then, with my own dreams and expectations.

I was their only daughter; if I died, how would my parents live the rest of their lives?

I had to live on strongly, because one day they would need me to take care of them.

After getting through those initial days, I slowly got used to it and lost all sense of shame.

Not to mention being a girl, I didn't even have the most basic human dignity.

His tricks became more and more varied and sophisticated, but I endured them all, surviving under his tyranny.

I rarely had the chance to go home. My parents missed me terribly, and the thought of my suffering brought tears to their eyes. But how could they know the pain I endured?

They were powerless to help, and that was all they could do. They continued to support me through high school, hoping that one day I could escape the clutches of the underworld.

I remember at the beginning, he forced me to perform deep throat.

That unforgettable humiliation stemmed from my girlish modesty.

Later, he started anal sex. The excruciating pain made me unable to walk all day, forcing me to skip school.

In school, I was seen by teachers and classmates as a charming and well-behaved girl, popular, and possessing a unique shyness and elegance.

I have long, flowing hair, am 163 cm tall, and like to wear white dresses.

I have a pretty good figure and pay attention to my appearance, but unfortunately, I could only maintain this image at school. Back home, I had to face torture and humiliation.

From that time on, to prevent others from knowing I was living with someone and to continue attending school, I cut off all my friends and became a withdrawn and extremely introverted girl.

Those days were truly unbearable.

I had to avoid everyone's gaze, walking home from school felt like committing a crime, and at home, inhuman abuse awaited me.

Boys often pointed and whispered behind my back; I knew they were calling me cold, even perverted, but I could only swallow my tears.

Sometimes, unable to bear the cold reprimands and treatment from my classmates, I would run to the quiet rooftop of the teaching building and cry my heart out.

He often made me swallow his semen, and the most disgusting thing was that he would spit a pool of thick semen on my food and then make me eat it.

What was most unbearable was that on weekends he would often torture me, and he especially liked to vent his lust on my anus.

To keep my body clean and prevent the discharge of impurities, he would often starve me for a day beforehand and then clean my genitals before he would do it.

He not only made me make shameful gestures and painful moans during the process, but also made my body cooperate with his movements.

He had so many tricks up his sleeve! At first, I was both ashamed and scared, and I was unwilling to do what he said, which resulted in me being brutally beaten by him.

I honestly can't remember how I got to where I am today.

I've become indifferent to, even forgotten, many of the torments.

But some things will forever remain indelible memories.

Only by facing them can I have the courage to face the rest of my life.

I remember one night he took me to a dance. Before we left, he starved me all day, emptied my bowels, and then had sex with my anus.

It lasted a long time, leaving me numb and sore for a long time afterward.

After he finished, he took his toothbrush and slowly inserted it into my anus, the brush part at the bottom.

The toothbrush was completely inside me, with only a thin string remaining on the outside for easy removal later.

After that, he shoved a 20-centimeter-long vibrating penis into my mouth, continuing until it reached deep into my throat.

It was a rather thin and soft thing.

He actually forced me to swallow it.

I tried my best, and at first it was really uncomfortable. I vomited repeatedly as soon as it reached my throat, but because I hadn't eaten, what came out was just acid, and it made my eyes water uncontrollably.

He got impatient, pushed me onto the bed, tied my hands behind my back with a ribbon, and then pulled my hair to lift my head.

I knew what he meant, and looked at him pitifully, but I knew that begging was useless, so I opened my mouth.

"You can't even swallow something this small! If you can't swallow it later, I won't let you eat tomorrow!" I nodded, and he inserted it again.

Because the position had been adjusted, my throat and esophagus were now in a straight line, making it easier for things to enter.

I swallowed hard, and after a few times, he suddenly pushed, a cool sensation reaching the back of my throat. Then I watched helplessly as the 20-centimeter-long plastic rod gradually sank into my mouth.

I knew it was inside my throat, and going deeper and deeper. I was terrified.

I wanted to vomit but couldn't, and my throat hurt terribly. I just wanted him to finish quickly so I could get a moment's rest.

He simulated thrusting, letting his penis go in and out of my throat.

Several times his penis slipped out, so I had to swallow it a few more times.

He ravaged me for several minutes before stopping and taking it out.

I was in so much pain I couldn't make a sound.

He switched to another thick penis, spread my thighs wide, and inserted it into my vagina.

I really couldn't imagine how this 20-centimeter-long, slightly thicker electric vibrator could fit completely into my lower body.

After inserting it, he turned it on, making it vibrate for a full two hours.

He then found one of my small hairpins, threaded a piece of silk onto one end, and slowly inserted it into my urethra.

He looked on with satisfaction at the sight of all three orifices filled with these things, saying he would remove them after the ball.

I was terrified and cried. Go to the ball with these things inside me? But I did as he said; resistance was useless. I could only endure his torment.

Afterwards, he used a sanitary napkin to prevent my bodily fluids from leaking out.

Then he helped me put on a menstrual belt and told me to get dressed myself.

As I moved around, I realized the unbearable sensation in my lower body. The toothbrush head was pricking the sensitive inner walls of my anus, almost making me scream. The vibrations in my vagina made me feel wet; the secretions had probably soaked through my sanitary napkin.

I was wearing a pretty pink shirt and a beautiful off-white long skirt, my favorite outfit.

Then, as he requested, I put on light makeup, some jewelry and accessories, and a pair of off-white high heels.

Before we left, he stroked my long, soft hair and said, "Do your best, don't disappoint me."

I nodded obediently.

Once outside, I realized this was the beginning of torture. Even slight movement made my lower body very uncomfortable, especially in the car. Every little bump along the way caused something to press against me, and I couldn't help but let out a few soft moans.

I dared not sit still, having to prop myself up slightly with my hands, and it was a difficult journey to my destination.

At the dance, I had to socialize with others, forcing smiles and conversation. I don't know how I endured it.

Some of his superiors invited me to dance. Thankfully, this was a relatively upscale venue, and they were dancing slow dances, so at least I could awkwardly and barely maintain my composure. If it were the dance halls he and his buddies usually went to, I think I would have fainted after a couple of moves.

After that, I remained seated, afraid to move. Less than half an hour later, I felt the end of the toothbrush digging deep into my lower abdomen, causing intense pain, while the penis throbbed painfully against the top of my uterus.

The hair clip was alright; it only stung a little during the initial penetration at home, but then it stopped hurting.

Who could believe that beneath my beautiful exterior lay so many shameful secrets?

He kept glancing at me, seemingly deriving immense satisfaction from my forced smile.

Time passed so slowly, it was pure torture.

Eventually, I felt dizzy and unsteady on my feet, drenched in cold sweat.

I just wanted to get home quickly and be free.

Finally, the nightmare was about to end.

When I got home, I was desperate to urinate.

Although I hadn't eaten, I had drunk water, and I had only urinated once that day.

He had only pulled out his penis.

Knowing I needed to urinate, he made me do it like this, tied my hands behind my back, and went into the bathroom with me.

I sat on the toilet, my legs raised high so he could watch me urinate.

After a while, I felt my lower body finally relax, and a thin stream of urine began to flow down, along with the hairpin.

Waves of pain shot through me, and my vision blurred with tears; the hairpin had probably rubbed against my urethral walls.

The urine flowed intermittently for a long time, and sometimes he would put his head down to my genitals and lick my fresh urine.

"Good, now, let's get the toothbrush out too."

I tried my best to push, pushing as hard as I could.

Actually, I could barely feel anything in my anus anymore, but I could still feel the toothbrush being expelled little by little.

My shame prevented me from opening my eyes, but I knew that the toothbrush head, the most painful part, was finally out.

After that, it went much more smoothly and finally fell into the toilet.

I was panting, weak and powerless.

I hadn't eaten all day, and with tonight's ordeal, I was completely exhausted.

"Can I have some water?" I pleaded helplessly.

He unbuckled his belt, revealing his enormous penis, which he held up to my face.

"If you want to drink, drink my water!" I opened my mouth and lifted my head to touch his lower body.

He urinated, the warm liquid splashing onto my cheeks. He quickly adjusted the angle and poured it into my mouth.

My mouth remained open, my throat swallowing.

He had drunk too much beer at the party and was now very bladdery. Because of the high water content, his urine didn't smell too strong, and I forced myself to drink some, then simply cooperated, my mouth slightly open.

I think my posture and expression aroused his intense desire. Seeing that I wasn't drinking anymore, he urinated on my head, soaking my face, my hair, and my clothes and skirt, completely drenching them.

He urinated for a long time, my entire body covered in urine, until finally, he stopped, satisfied.

"You've been so good tonight.

Take a nice shower and come out; I'll give you something to eat later."

He let go of my hand.

I looked at him gratefully, and he left satisfied.

I showered for a long time, washing myself thoroughly.

I even used feminine wash to clean myself, which has a disinfecting effect.

After I came out, I rested for a while before he came out of the kitchen.

"I'll give you some bananas later, but there's one condition first: you have to give me oral sex."

I naturally complied.

He had already taken off all his clothes, his erect penis thick and hard.

He comfortably leaned against the corner of the wall, bending his thighs and spreading them apart.

I knelt down, grasped the base of his penis, and gently took the glans into my mouth.

He trembled with pleasure.

I first licked his glans with my tongue. His penis was thick and smooth, with a relatively white color, and the glans was very tender. It didn't look as ugly as the male leads in those porn movies I was forced to watch.

I circled the glans for a while, then withdrew and went to lick other places.

I licked his anus and perineum, and he trembled with pleasure.

Then I put his scrotum in my mouth and sucked on his pubic hair.

Finally, I returned to his penis, hooked my tongue around its base, and licked it back and forth repeatedly, from bottom to top, sometimes biting it horizontally in the middle.

He hadn't showered yet, and his genitals had a distinctive, pungent, and stimulating smell, but I couldn't show the slightest disgust.

I licked all the way to the glans, cleaning the entire penis.

Now, I took a deep breath and swallowed half of his penis, sucking on it.

These actions were already very familiar to me.

"Sizzle, sizzle."

The soft sounds of saliva and friction greatly stimulated his pleasure.

Semen seeped out, mixing with my saliva, and flowed down his penis.

I started to stroke it up and down with my mouth.

After a while, he grabbed my hands and twisted them behind my back, so that my weight leaned on my head, and with a push, my head drooped down.

His penis was already up to my throat, but he wouldn't let go. I tried to swallow as much as I could; the glans was already deep in my throat, and two-thirds of his penis was inside. If it went any further, it might pierce my throat.

My buttocks were sticking up high, my anus facing upwards.

He had already propped himself up, one hand still holding my arm, the other reaching behind my back to my buttocks, his middle finger groping for my anus.

He found it and slowly pressed it in, then rubbed it a few times.

I was already throbbing there, and his hand was dry, so I couldn't help but tremble when he touched me. The tremor traveled to his glans, and he seemed to enjoy it, so he continued to tease my area, even inserting his middle finger completely inside.

Finally, he was about to ejaculate.

He released me and stood up. I tilted my head back, grabbed the base of his penis with my hand again, and pulled my mouth out, quickly stroking it.

"Drink it!" He ejaculated, completely ejaculated.

There was quite a lot of semen, and the taste wasn't as fishy and foul as concentrated semen. I swallowed it mouthful by mouthful

. He finished ejaculating the last bit in my mouth with satisfaction, then put it back in and paused for half a minute, panting.

My mouth was already sore from exhaustion.

He brought over a plate of freshly sliced bananas, and in his other hand was a glass bottle.

I knew what it was. He had told me before that when I wasn't home, he would collect his semen in the bottle after masturbating, and one day when he had too much, he would make me drink it to show him.

It was a bottle used for storing alcohol, about 300 milliliters, and it was already more than half full. It was usually kept in the refrigerator for preservation.

So much, probably accumulated many times over.

He then brought over a stemmed wine glass, poured half of the bottle's contents into it, shook it, and handed it to me: "Drink this first."

The moment I brought it to my lips, the fishy smell hit me—thick semen.

I wanted to drink it all in one gulp, but he seemed to know what I was thinking and told me to drink it sip by sip.

I felt nauseous, vomiting frequently, and it was a struggle to finish it;

I even had to lick it clean with my tongue. I felt full without needing to eat anything more; my throat felt sticky, and I wanted to vomit everything out of my stomach.

He poured the rest of the semen onto banana slices, stirred it until it was sticky, and handed it to me.

Starving, I finally ate my first meal of the day. Although it tasted fishy and disgusting, I ate it all.

He happily hugged me and went to sleep.

Exhausted and helpless, I quickly fell into a deep sleep, knowing I had to get up early for class on Monday.

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