A female college student's self-narration

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After graduating from high school, I entered a prestigious university. That year, the university's admission system underwent reform, resulting in
a surge of female students. However, the number of male and female dormitories wasn't adjusted accordingly, leading
to dormitories and a very limited number allocated to us girls. Although I didn't live near the university,
I wasn't too far away either, so I didn't get a dormitory assignment for any of my three years at university.
I managed to manage for the first two years, but it became unbearable in my final year. My final year was particularly busy with coursework,
so I rented a room in a tenement building near the university with three other girls from different departments. This made going to and from school much more convenient
.
One night in mid-April, I was studying at school and didn't get home until about 11:30 PM.
The area where we lived was relatively safe, but I usually tried to avoid going home late, as I was just a vulnerable girl,
especially at my age, making me easy prey for perverts. However, that night I had no choice.
I was studying with my classmates at school, and even though it was late, they wouldn't let me leave early.
Actually, I was already quite careful because it was an old area with very old streetlights and insufficient lighting. For
safety, I specifically chose to walk on main roads. As I approached my building, I saw a few people
sitting in the open space in front of the building, drinking beer and making a lot of noise. It was obvious they were spoiled brats who didn't go to school.
Perhaps hearing my footsteps, two or three of them looked over. Although they were quite far away, I felt
a chill run ; I felt those eyes staring at me with ill intent, and I felt terrified. After thinking for a moment,
I turned and left, too afraid to return.
They might just be idle loafers, but they could also be lecherous predators. Perhaps I
was being a bit neurotic, but molestation, even rape, is a woman's worst nightmare, especially when there are several of them
, so I had to be cautious.
I thought I'd wait ten or twenty minutes until they were full and had their fill of drinking and making a scene; they would naturally disperse. But I couldn't wander
around aimlessly , because it was all dark and gloomy, and any corner could harbor a pervert ready to
pounce on their prey.
Luckily, a dessert shop nearby was still open, so I ate and watched TV there until
it closed at midnight. I figured the gang must have left by then, so I paid
and left .
Before returning to my building, I observed from a distance. The gang was indeed gone;
there wasn't a soul around, only a few beer bottles on the ground. So I walked over with a clear conscience. Just as I was about to
unlock the iron gate at the building entrance, I heard a strange noise behind me.
Before someone grabbed me from behind, gagged me, and then grabbed my arms from both sides. That wasn't all;
another person appeared in front of me, bent down, grabbed my ankles, and pulled me up by my legs. The four of them
held me hostage like that, lifting me up and taking me away.
I immediately knew what was happening. Several boys were holding a single woman hostage late at night. Were
they going to take her out for a late-night snack? Of course, they might just be taking me to a secluded place to rob me,
but my woman's intuition told me that something even worse was about to happen to me.
I struggled and twisted my limbs in terror, but with them holding me like that, it was all in
vain. All I could see was the person holding my legs. Good heavens! He looked only
fourteen or fifteen, yet he was kidnapping someone in the street. He had dyed blond hair and a foul face. The other three
were probably the same kind of people, maybe even the same gang of juvenile delinquents from before. I
thought but I still ended up falling into their clutches.
Suddenly, a chill ran down my spine because I remembered there were eight or nine of them. What if
they gang-raped me... I didn't even want to think about it; I almost fainted. But I couldn't
give up. I had to think hard; maybe there was a way for me to escape.
With such a large group, escape was impossible. I thought I should try to shout, hoping
someone passing by would hear me. But then I realized that wasn't a good idea. Few people were around at night, and
they would definitely take me to a more secluded place, where no one would likely hear my cries.
Although I had stopped struggling, I could still feel them swaying as they walked
, and I could smell the strong odor of beer emanating from them. I thought they were probably drunk when they did this impulsive
thing. Perhaps I could try to persuade them not to do such a beastly thing. I needed to use
words to bring them to their senses, to remind them of the serious crime of gang rape.
They were going to carry me to the nearby park. They put me down on a bench in the park, and I
took the opportunity to peek around. Luckily, I didn't see any of their accomplices waiting.
They released the hand covering my mouth. Just as I was about to speak, they gagged me again with a strip of cloth, and then tied my hands
with rope . I didn't get a chance to say a word. But I didn't give up. Even with
my mouth sealed, I still managed to make weak "hmm" sounds.
Finally, they responded to my cries, but instead of listening to what I had to say,
they slapped me a few times.
"You bitch! Still trying to resist!" They assumed I was trying to scream, so of course they wouldn't untie the cloth strips.
I didn't know what else to do but accept reality.
Three sluts held my head down and pressed down on my upper body, rendering me immobile. Six hands groped my
body . Some touched my hair, face, and neck; some rubbed my breasts through my clothes; some
touched my genitals through my skirt; and one hand even touched my thigh under my skirt. The blond
slut who had grabbed my feet took off my shoes and started groping upwards from my feet, moving from my calves to my thighs, before finally lifting my long skirt completely. 　　I felt a slight unease among them, probably because they saw my white panties. The blond slut tried to pull them off. I kicked my legs wildly, trying to close them again, but they were forcibly pulled apart by the others , followed by a tearing sound as my underwear ripped. 　　The blond-haired stinky guy lightly brushed my pubic hair with his fingers, sending waves of itching through my genitals, like the feeling I craved during masturbation . But now, having this shameless man arouse that feeling, I felt incredibly ashamed.

As I struggled to resist the strange physical sensations with my reason, I suddenly couldn't help but
let out a soft "Ah!" through my sealed lips, a sharp pain shooting through my lower body, as if something had entered
me. I tried to get up to look, but my body was still pinned down, though I could lift my head a little.
The blond slut was standing between my legs, his lower body pressed against the top of my thighs; needless to say, his penis
was already inside me.
His arms were still wrapped around my thighs, thrusting in and out. Seeing this, the others intensified their actions,
roughly tearing my floral short-sleeved shirt open from the collar, forcibly ripping off my bra, rubbing my breasts
vigorously with their hands, pinching my nipples, roughly playing with my upper body, grabbing my
head, and forcibly kissing my face.
After a while, the man who had raped me ejaculated inside me, then weakly withdrew, allowing
another man to take over.
"Huh, so she's a college student." "
They must have found my student ID in my wallet.
" "Really? She's so hairy down there, she must be a slutty college student, hehe."
No~ I'm an innocent girl, not some slutty college student~ (Later, I accidentally saw in the newspaper that
"slutty college student" was the name of a pornographic film.)
"No, when I raped her, her vagina was so tight and narrow, it really felt like a virgin, it squeezed my
penis so tightly I couldn't breathe."
"Hehe, after what you did to me, am I still a virgin?"
My originally pure and innocent body was not only defiled, but also verbally abused by them, it was
unbearable , but I couldn't help but endure it.
After the four of them took turns raping me, in addition to the excruciating pain in my genitals, the other
parts also felt swollen and painful.
Although they were just teenagers, their methods and behavior were extremely brutal, it was truly a sign of the decline of morality.
However, even more outrageous things were yet to come.
After satisfying their lust, I thought I could finally escape, but the blond scumbag wanted to "
go for it again ." I felt something soft hovering at the entrance of my vagina; he wanted to insert his penis into my lower body, but
failed many times.
I had already been gang-raped by four men, so being raped again wouldn't make
much difference. However, I was still thankful that he was willing but unable, preventing me from being humiliated again.
But he didn't give up easily. Finally, he seemed a little impatient, untied the gag in my mouth, and
put his penis to my lips, wanting me to suck it.
How could I do such a filthy thing? Although he kept pressing his limp penis against my lips,
I refused to open my mouth.
Even just the surface of his penis touching my lips made me feel nauseous; if I actually put that thing
in my mouth, I believed I would feel nauseous for three days and three nights.
"Miss, please, have mercy and let him suck it!" "Otherwise, his little brother won't be able to hold his head up, hehehe
!" one of them said. On the surface, he was pleading for his friend, but actually, he was mocking Blonde Stinky
's impotence.
This was terrible for me. These kids were very concerned with their reputation, especially when it came to sexual prowess; they wouldn't
tolerate anyone mocking or belittling them. Blonde Stinky, enraged, reached for my pubic
hair asked me menacingly, "Are you going to refuse a toast only to suffer a forfeit?"
I shook my head again, and with a forceful tug, he pulled my pubic hair out.
I let out a weak scream, but immediately received a slap and had my mouth covered by another person.
"Don't make a sound, do you want to die?!"
Actually, I didn't want to scream, but having my hair pulled out like this was unbearably painful. "Ouch! Ouch! Ouch!" I
yelled a few more times, and the blond slobber went berserk, relentlessly plucking my pubic hair until…
I don’t know if his hand got tired… or if he had plucked all my pubic hair…
then he stopped. He walked away, and I thought he had vented his anger and wouldn’t do anything crazy to hurt me again
.
But then I heard his footsteps approaching. Although my mouth was firmly covered, I
could still barely turn my head, and I saw the blond slobbering with a menacing look in his eyes walking towards me, holding a beer bottle…
I thought he was going to smash my head open with the beer bottle, and his companions probably thought so too, so I tried to
stop him, telling him, “Don’t do anything reckless,” “Don’t kill anyone.”
But he coldly said, “Don’t worry, I won’t kill anyone, but this pretty lady
is so arrogant and refuses to serve me, so I’ll have to teach her a lesson.” Hearing his
words, I breathed a sigh of relief, but then felt uneasy again, thinking that the so-called "
lesson " was by no means a simple matter.
He spread my legs wide open, and I still felt a tingling pain in my lower body. My legs were also weak and sore, and
I couldn't close them to resist.
Although my private parts were numb with pain, I could still feel a thick, cold, hard object being inserted into my body.
A , ten times worse than the pain of deflowering…
I suddenly realized: that shameless scoundrel had picked up a discarded beer bottle on the street and used it to
penetrate my delicate place…
I dared not imagine it anymore, but the terrifying image lingered in my mind: a homeless man on the street
sucking on a beer bottle… the discarded beer bottle was covered in ants,
and occasionally cockroaches and rats crawled by… the remaining beer in the bottle, along with the homeless man's saliva on the rim, flowed out
and into my vagina… tiny insects from inside and outside the beer bottle crawled along the tender flesh of my vagina, deep inside me…
scoundrel thrust the beer bottle violently inside me, muttering, “Watch me smash your stinking cunt
! Anyway, I can't have it… I won't leave it for anyone else…”

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