Female classmate gang raped at KTV

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I'm a 19-year-old girl who enjoys intense sexual stimulation. Three years ago, I somehow developed a masochistic urge. Wearing shackles, binding myself, with my hands tied behind my back, I would kneel on the ground, struggling futilely to free myself so I could touch my genitals. But with my hands tightly bound behind my back, I couldn't loosen them. That intense urge to masturbate, yet the inability to, always excited me. Later, after learning a lot online, I developed a taste for the pleasure and tension of being masturbated.
Before, it was inconvenient to do this at home; my dad owned a business, and there were always people coming and going.
Our house was large, so during meetings, I would only self-bind and run naked in my room. Later, as my responsibilities increased and I saw no accidents, I started wandering around when no one was home. I would often deliberately leave the window open, looking at the buildings across the street, wondering if I could be seen. Just having that thought made me even more excited. A few times, I almost got seen by my family. But the more dangerous it was, the more intense the orgasm. Each time afterward, I would tell myself it was the last time. But after a few days, I couldn't resist anymore. Then one time, an accident
happened. That was my first time being tied up and taken out in public. One weekend night, when no one was home, I deliberately put myself in a turtle shell bondage. The hemp rope I used was a bit stiff; I'd just soaked it once, so it wasn't dry yet. Anyway, the bondage wouldn't be too long, so it wouldn't dry while still bound to my body.
I even added a secretly bought bouncing device to the opening, and inserted an unopened plastic gas canister into my anus. Then, I took a rope and started from my feet, wrapping it many times around my legs. I tied a slipknot at each loop. Both ends of the rope were left inside the waist. I saw this new binding method online a few days ago. The instructions said that this knotting method, once tied, can completely restrict a girl's movement, unlike the ordinary method. Girls bound this way need to be especially careful not to move vigorously under any circumstances. If they do, the rope will tighten more and more, eventually binding their legs together. If that happens, I won't be able to walk. Luckily, I'm at home, and since the two legs are tied together with rope, I can still roll around. I left about six inches of rope between my legs. I also used another rope to pass behind my neck and then wrap it around my arms several times, tying a knot on each arm after each wrap. Both ends of the rope were tied to the rope binding my legs, ensuring that the ropes binding my arms and legs wouldn't come undone. In other words, I couldn't untie the other ropes without untying my arms. However, the ropes binding my arms were carefully designed, so I couldn't easily untie them myself. Then, by threading my hands through the rope and pulling it tight, I could securely suspend my hands behind my back.
Next, I made a tension loop with a separate rope—the kind that tightens the more you pull, and won't come loose after being pulled. I tied it tightly to the rope wrapped around my legs. The rope binding my hands was also connected to the rope binding my arms. The excess rope was hooked to the wall for tension. After everything was done, I slowly pulled the rope off the hook. This way, my hands were securely suspended behind my back. Otherwise, if I didn't pull it tight enough, it wouldn't achieve the requirements I had designed. From the beginning, I had decided to use a method that I couldn't untie myself without special tools. The tools were frozen in a block of ice, which I took out of the freezer to thaw before untying the rope. This method required so much force that my hands were firmly hooked, making it impossible to grip the knife. Without help, I had no way to untie the rope from myself; I could only use special tools to thin it out. I usually only move slowly to the freezer to take out the ice blocks from the frozen tools after untying the ropes. It usually takes about 30 minutes before I can take the tools out of the ice. This allows me to savor the painful yet expectant feeling a little longer.
That day, I pulled the ropes tighter around my naked body, and added a bell between my legs. I like the sound of the bell as I slowly move. No matter how I'm bound, hearing the bell reminds me that I'm tightly bound, completely naked. If someone looks through the window across the street, I see my red nipples, dark forest, white skin, and brown ropes... The ropes tightly suspend my hands between my shoulder blades, the lowest rope digging tightly into my flesh. Because the ropes connect my legs and hands so tightly, not only can my arms not move, but my legs are also constricted so I can't straighten them to walk. I slowly moved to the window in the hallway, savoring the feeling of being naked and bound. I heard someone talking at the door, a common occurrence, and didn't pay much attention. But then someone spoke and opened the door! This terrified me. I rushed to my bedroom, but because my hands and feet were tied together with rope, the faster I tried to hurry, the tighter it became, intensifying the stimulation to my naked body. I felt my vaginal fluid gushing out, flowing over the rope and down my thighs. As soon as I entered the room, the door opened. I couldn't resist any longer and slowly squatted down, then lay on my side, gently pressing the rope holding the vibrator inside my vagina. A long section of rope remained outside. The vibrator bounced relentlessly inside my vagina. I squeezed my legs tightly together, but it didn't help; instead, it intensified the sensations, and my orgasms grew stronger. The people outside came in—my parents. It seemed they weren't going out again. They called to me as they undressed. I groaned, trying to figure out how to cope, trying to escape, but the freezer was in their room, and they couldn't get the tools from their house. Besides, there was a living room in between, where they usually stayed. Just then, my father walked over, probably to check on me. His hand was already on the door, but because the rope was so tight, my legs couldn't straighten to brace against the door. My whole body was tense to the extreme, and at the same time, my orgasm reached its peak, with a large amount of vaginal fluid gushing out violently. I almost screamed.
At this crucial moment, his mother said to him, "Do you smell something? Is the stove not being turned on properly?" His father turned and went to the kitchen. His mother entered the guest room. I slowly turned from lying on my side, lying face down on the floor, using the strength of my head to lift myself up into a kneeling position, then using my knees to finally stand up. I needed some clothes to cover myself. Being naked, I found a coat, used my head to push it off the clothes rack, and then pulled it up to my shoulders. Finally, I put on the coat, and my vaginal fluid flowed out again for this reason. But I could hide for a while, but not all night. My mind was a jumble of emotions, the ropes stimulating me, and I didn't know what to do. Finally, the coat I was wearing gave me some courage. I decided to hide for one night and come back to untie myself the next night when they weren't home. This meant I would be tightly bound for a day. Our building complex was newly built, near the countryside, and there was a grove of trees about three miles away. I planned to hide there for the day. My friends and I had been there before; it was rarely there during the day. I used my mouth to retrieve the key and let it fall onto the table, touching it with both hands while feeling the uncontrollable flow of vaginal fluid down my thighs. I slowly moved to the door, checked the hallway to make sure no one was there, and told my parents, "I've gone out with friends. I won't be back today." My mother, hearing this, walked towards me, saying, "Take an extra layer; it's a bit chilly today." I answered as I moved to the front door. The door was closed! I truly didn't know how I would explain myself if my mother saw the ropes binding me. The vibrations of the vibrating bouncy balls, the tight ropes digging into my breasts, the increasingly sensitive nipples, and the friction from my coat as I moved—most importantly, in that instant, I felt I couldn't resist any longer. My second orgasm that day came, even more intense than the first, and I almost fainted. After the orgasm, I began to regain consciousness, thankfully without my mother noticing. She probably assumed I had left because I hadn't made a sound. I leaned against the door and nudged it with my body, but unexpectedly, I hadn't closed it properly! The door opened. But my mother heard me. She walked towards the door. I nervously shuffled out. The long ropes hanging loosely from my naked back were something I had been haphazardly clutching in my hand in the room. A gust of wind blew in, and the door slammed shut behind me. I took a deep breath and was about to head towards the stairwell. I noticed the hem of my coat was stuck in the crack of the door, but the door was already shut. There was no way I could open it with my key. Since I couldn't open the door, the coat would remain stuck there, and I couldn't think of a way to fix it. The coat was stuck at the doorway! Tears welled up in my eyes. Without the coat, I was completely naked. This meant I would be exposed on the street, completely exposed and pitifully naked, tightly bound! My parents wouldn't be going out today. It was only 11 o'clock, and there were still many people coming and going in this building area. Slowly, I let the coat slip off my pitiful, tightly bound body. I slowly shuffled downstairs. The bells between my feet rang with each step, their deafening sound echoing in the quiet stairwell. I cautiously made my way to the door, watching people come and go. I looked down at my tightly bound nipples and genitals, now turning a deep red. I couldn't imagine walking openly in front of so many people. I turned and slowly made my way back to the basement. I planned to hide there until no one was around. Because I was going down the stairs, the rope rubbed against my legs with each step. When I tied myself up, as punishment, I hadn't been completely bound and unable to move; I had tied a knot between my legs. With each movement, this knot would rub against my labia. Before I even reached the basement, my labia were already swollen and congested. The more swollen they became, the more my legs tightened, and the more the knot rubbed against my labia, creating a vicious cycle. I groaned as I shuffled down. Finally reaching the basement, I could no longer stand, so I slowly lay down against the wall, my legs tightly pressed together and curled upwards. The tighter the rope became, the more the knot dug into my labia. My juices flowed down as I groaned. I don't know how much time passed, but I slowly recovered a little. Hearing no one moving outside, I forced myself to move outside, using the bushes and flowerbeds as cover, slowly making my way towards my hope. Under the cover of darkness, after about an hour, I finally reached the highway safely. Following this road for about two miles would lead to the woods. This stretch of road usually takes me only about half an hour, but this time it was different. My hands were tied together with my fingers pointing upwards, and my body was tightly bound. With every step, especially around my sensitive areas, the knots in the ropes stimulated me as I had intended. The six-inch rope between my legs bounced and vibrated inside my vagina. Most importantly, if I moved too violently, the rope between my legs would slowly tighten, just as I had planned, until my legs could no longer move. Every few steps, I would anxiously look down at my red nipples; the ropes were already causing discomfort in my chest. With each step, the ropes would rub against my skin, and with each rub, my whole body would shudder. The ropes were slowly drying out from my body heat, and every hard knot had spun into my skin. My entire body was now itchy, painful, tingling, and numb all at once. My biggest fear was that with every step, I could feel the ropes beginning to torment me.The rope between my feet was slowly tightening! Ropes shrink when dry, and even though I was careful to avoid any strenuous movement, I couldn't escape the fate of being tightly bound. Then, I glanced back and saw a dark figure about twenty meters away, closely following me. This discovery terrified me, and my initial plan to wear the rope between my feet down completely vanished. Now, I had only one goal: to find a secluded place to hide. To achieve this, I first had to risk crossing the road in front of me, because the woods were on the other side. I listened for any cars on the road and slowly made my way down. Fortunately, the road wasn't wide, and I reached the other side in a few minutes. There was a half-meter-high fence on this side, and behind it was a shallow ditch. The ditch contained all sorts of things; at least I could see some long wooden sticks. About three or four meters away, there was a gap in the fence, and I considered going through it. Just then, I heard a car horn, followed by a beam of headlights shining around the bend not far away. I was both nervous and ashamed. There were still three or four meters to the opening, and I couldn't seem to reach it. I gritted my teeth, placed my chest on the guardrail, and rolled over it. The guardrail was uneven, and some splinters pierced my breasts, causing me to cry out in pain. I rolled to the outside of the guardrail. By then, the car wasn't far away, and its headlights were shining on me. I flipped over and rolled forward with all my might until I reached the ditch. As I rolled down, my legs landed on a pile of wooden sticks. A thick stick was aimed directly at my vagina and thrust inside. Because the bouncing ram had already been partially inserted into my vaginal opening due to the rope, and the ram was larger than my vagina, the other half was still outside. Now, the entire ram, like a hammer, pushed into my vagina along with the stick. The ram went all the way to the deepest part of my body. My hymen, barely managing to resist the intrusion of the vibrating bullet, succumbed to the powerful external force. The bullet, acting as a dilator, stretched my previously untouched vagina by more than double its original size in a mere second. In that instant, I felt as if my body was being torn apart; unbearable pain surged through me like a tsunami, and I couldn't help but scream. The car passed, but the pain continued. I struggled slowly in the abyss of unbearable agony. After a long time, I regained consciousness. I slowly hunched my shoulders and glanced at my lower body. A wooden stick, over an inch thick, was deeply embedded in my vagina. The vibrating bullet, already quite large for my vagina, was pressed tightly against the most delicate and sensitive part of my body. I tried in vain to stand up; the lower end of the stick remained buried in the pile of sticks, and my weight only made it more firmly inserted. My movement caused the other end inside my vagina to rub against it, but because the surface of the stick was very rough, my movements only brought me more pain. I painfully closed my eyes. The bouncing bullets were vibrating my cervix beyond my control, each slightest vibration causing excruciating pain. After a while, I tried to find a flat spot with my feet, but this simple action brought me pain I had never experienced before. Even more despairing was the rope between my legs, tightened by the recent exertion, binding them tightly together! In my immense despair, I slowly began to think. The wooden stick, firmly inserted deep within my body, acted as a restraint, securing me here and preventing me from reaching the woods. And here, by the roadside, what would I look like at dawn…? I couldn't think any further. I decided to try and free my legs first. Looking down, I saw a large rock. Enduring the excruciating pain, I moved my legs over and slowly began to grind them. I gazed deeply at the stars before closing my eyes. The physical pain of the rope snapping was unrememberable; it felt like a gigantic demon was trying to cleave me in two between my legs. The agony of the bouncing bullets pressing against my cervix, trying to break through, is unforgettable. Could even the pain of a virgin being gang-raped compare to what I felt then? An immeasurable amount of time passed—it felt like lifetimes—before I finally felt my legs loosen and the rope snap. With my newly freed feet, I placed them on the ground, slowly rising against the ditch wall, enduring the excruciating pain that felt like my internal organs were being pulled out, as I pulled the wooden stick from the pile of logs. I found a spot and climbed up. Slowly, I walked towards the open field, towards my hope, even as the bouncing bullets continued to pound against my cervix.
I had only walked about ten meters when I heard a screeching sound of brakes behind me.
I was in complete darkness, and no one on the road could see me, which reassured me. My only concern was that I still couldn't walk too fast because a long wooden stick was still inserted into my vagina. One end of the stick dragged on the ground, tapping against it with each step, and the vibrations transmitted to my genitals. The other end inside my vagina and the throbbing bob against my cervix would vibrate as a result, making every step feel like I was being raped. The eastern sky was beginning to brighten.
I simply couldn't walk any faster. I looked back with some apprehension. Several people had gotten off the vehicle and were crossing the guardrail, discussing something by the ditch.
The pain in my lower body made it impossible for me to think of anything, but the dark figure that had been following me resurfaced in my mind.
I watched in terror as those people crossed the ditch that had shown me what rape felt like. They hadn't gone far before they spotted me, the pitiful naked girl with the wooden stick still inserted in my lower body. They chased after me. Terrified, I quickened my pace, but how could a girl bound hand-to-hand with a thick, long wooden rod inserted into her vagina, one end dragging on the ground, possibly walk faster than several adult men on this uneven dirt road, enduring the feeling of being raped? I had only taken two or three steps when a man grabbed me from behind. The rope between my legs had already worn through, and in desperation, I kicked backward with my right leg. I forgot about the thick, long wooden rod still inserted in my genitals. As soon as I lifted my right leg, I lost my balance and swayed backward, pulling the rod into my vagina with it. The end of the rod dragging on the ground hit a rock, causing me to collapse backward in excruciating pain. The further I went, the more intense the pain became in my lower body. And so, I was captured by several men. I passed out.
Suddenly, a sharp pain brought me back to consciousness; I was already in the car. One person was massaging my body, while another was slowly shaking a wooden stick. It was this excruciating pain, as if my internal organs were being pulled out, that brought me back to my senses. I screamed in agony, but no matter how much I screamed, no sound came out. Only in my agony did I realize that my mouth was stuffed with a rag. Suddenly, the person holding the stick pulled hard, and I immediately curled up in pain. After a while, my lower body felt much better. I looked around in despair and realized that the wooden stick I would never forget had been pulled out of my body, and next to it was the vibrating bullet that had been pressing against my cervix. I breathed a sigh of relief, finding these men all so endearing because of it. My eyes were blindfolded again, and then the car stopped. I was taken off the car, and from the light shining through the blindfold, I felt that it was already dawn. I was taken into a house, and someone began to wash my entire body with a hose. After a while, I was settled on a bed, and someone laid my still tightly bound body flat. I heard someone say, "Is it done yet? Why so slow?" The person next to me replied, "Yes, yes, come in." A wave of panic washed over me. Then the blindfold was removed, and I saw seven or eight masked men standing in front of the bed I was lying on. I was terrified, wondering what they were going to do to me. I started to writhe on the bed. But one of my feet was tied to the headboard, so my movements were useless and only made me more attractive to the men with ill intentions. Several men stripped naked and came over. I closed my eyes in fear and felt a hot, hard, pillar-like object being inserted into my already injured lower body. The pillar was very thick and the insertion was very forceful. I immediately clenched my legs tightly in pain, and between my legs, a body was pressing against my lower abdomen, thrusting back and forth. It felt like I was back in the moment of being rubbed against the rope, and that huge demon was about to split me in two again. I screamed in pain, and one of the men took the gag out of my mouth and replaced it with his own, inserting it into my throat. By this time, I was in so much pain that I couldn't even scream. They groped and twisted me, gang-raping me at will. My sensations slowly shifted from extreme pain to a lack of pain, and then a feeling I'd never experienced before began to emerge. This feeling was like the orgasm I experienced during masturbation, but with one difference: it was now accompanied by immense pain in my lower body. I started to groan inwardly. No matter what the men wanted me to do, I no longer resisted as I had during the gang rape. Subconsciously, I obeyed their instructions and cooperated with their gang rape. One moment they wanted me to bend over and be penetrated from below; the next, they wanted me to turn over and expose my anus before they inserted their penises; then they wanted me to lick their penises until they were hard before continuing the gang rape; then they wanted me to look at their penises and sit down willingly, letting them thrust in and out of my lower body. After a long time, they finally got off me. I opened my eyes blankly, looking at my lower body—the first time I'd seen my pitiful private parts since last night. I saw a white, whitish substance mixed with a large amount of red liquid. The men didn't let me go; they tied both my feet to the headboard, then smeared something on my genitals before leaving. At that point, I didn't know what they were applying. After about ten minutes, I finally felt something in my genitals—an unbearable, intense itch that went straight to my bones. My vaginal fluids flowed uncontrollably with the unbearable itching. I struggled to scratch, but my hands were firmly tied behind my back. Darkness slowly fell again. I didn't even realize I hadn't eaten all day; all I wanted was for these men to come in and rape me. Every little noise outside filled me with fervent anticipation. I don't know how much time passed; under the influence of the drugs, I had lost all sense of time. Finally, as I wished, I was gang-raped again. This time, the gang rape lasted even longer than before. My lower body went from intense itching to pain. From pain came the feeling of another demon wanting to tear me in two. Under the influence of the drug, I writhed wildly. Every time someone mounted me, I would clamp my legs tightly around their waist. Each time the thrusting began violently, I would rise and fall, intensifying my sensations. Whenever I felt the penis inside my vagina slowing down, I would clench my vagina tightly until a surge of heat hit my cervix. Again and again, it began and ended, then began again and ended again. I don't know how long it lasted, my orgasms driving me mad. When it all ended, I saw the clock on the wall; it was midnight. The men had all raped me and gone to sleep. I curled up, utterly powerless, filled with despair. My lower body was still throbbing with pain. I thought desperately, "Is this my first time?" After resting for a while, I felt a little strength return. I noticed that the ropes binding my feet had been untied, but when they left, they had chained my legs together again. I straightened my legs and was surprised to find a spare chain about three or four inches long between them. I decided to escape. I scrambled to my feet, weak and exhausted, and walked to the doorway. Hearing no one speak, I quietly pushed the door open and slipped out. The lights in several rooms were off. I used my teeth to pull open the latch on the courtyard gate. Every step was excruciating, because I had just been gang-raped and hadn't had a proper rest. The ropes of the turtle shell were now digging into my skin, scraping against my body with every step, making it feel like I was still being gang-raped.
I went outside and looked at the pitch-black surroundings. Despite the pain from the gang rape, I hesitated, unsure which way to go. Then I heard voices from inside the yard, "Why is the gate open?" Terrified, I ran without even knowing which way was up. I managed to escape to the edge of an open field. A flashlight beam flashed behind me, and I quickly dropped to the ground. The ropes binding me tightened with my movement, and I realized my genitals were itchy again. They had applied medicine to my genitals after the gang rape. The medicine and the ropes caused my vaginal fluid to flow uncontrollably again. However, after the frenzied gang rape, my vaginal fluid was almost gone. I vaguely heard footsteps approaching not far away. I endured the stimulation and ran again before the medicine fully took effect. About an hour later, I reached the edge of a ripe wheat field. If I hid in the wheat, they wouldn't find me. I plunged in. Who knew a mature masochist could be so stimulating? I'd never felt anything like it before. The masochist grazed my naked body. I'd barely gone ten meters before the medicine I'd applied to my genitals took full effect, stimulating me. My whole body went limp, like a cooked noodle, and I collapsed. Worst of all, I screamed uncontrollably during my orgasm. When I came to my senses, I saw several beams of flashlight moving towards me. While I was still conscious, I resumed my escape. Unfortunately, the chains between my legs gave me away. The chains struck the ground with a loud thud, and soon I saw a dark figure following behind me. My confidence crumbled instantly, and I collapsed to the ground, unable to resist another orgasm. I was caught again.
This time they were much more careful, giving me no chance. They chained my legs to the headboard, gagged me with a rag, and applied medicine not only to my genitals but also to all my sensitive areas. Even without being tied to the headboard, even with the full effects of the medicine, I couldn't control my orgasms. I spent the entire night in a state of climax, finally falling into a deep sleep in the morning.
They didn't let me go during the day either; I was gang-raped every time except for mealtimes. It wasn't just two or three of them anymore; at one point, there were seven or eight men in the room gang-raping me. Because I had been given an aphrodisiac, my body reacted uncontrollably to each act of gang rape—a agonizing day.
At night, they finally said they would release me. I was overjoyed and cautiously asked when they would let me go. They kept their word and immediately unchained my feet and cut off all the ropes binding me. They even gave me a set of girls' clothes to wear. Before I could even put them on, they showed me a stack of photos. My face immediately turned pale; they were all photos of me being gang-raped in various ways. I sat limply on the bed, unable to think, staring blankly at them. I only remember them saying, "I have to meet with them every week or they'll release the photos." They also said they knew where I lived and that they'd bring me something special. Someone brought a metal thing that looked like underwear, which fit perfectly over my lower body. This thing had a thin, foldable, curved iron rod that fit around my waist and was locked in place. Below this metal piece was another part that fit between my legs. This part included a thick, long iron rod that replaced my usual vibrator and was deeply inserted into my body, fixed to my cervix. This iron rod also had a spring that pressed down on an iron ball more than an inch in size. This iron ball was much larger than my vagina. Under their threats, I made my vagina... They aligned the device I would be wearing inside my vagina with the correct position, then I closed my eyes and sat down. After sitting all the way down, I quickly sat up again due to the pain. My movement was a little too fast, and the metal ball began to slide into my body. Once I had it in place, the metal ball was pressing against my cervix. They made me jump a few times, and the pressure of the spring made the metal ball almost break through my cervix. The pain made me immediately crouch down, clutching my lower abdomen. Because of the spring, the metal ball would stay in place no matter where it was inside my body, until I couldn't bear it anymore and could come back to them to beg them to loosen it. Finally, they put an iron bra on me. The inside of the bra was very rough, and as soon as I put it on, I felt… I felt the bra stimulating my breasts, especially the metal bra with a notch at the front where my nipples naturally rested. Once my nipples were in place, something squeezed, rubbed, and stimulated them. Finally, they locked everything up, then made me dress, blindfolded me, and sent me out. They told me a place, and if I wanted to come back, I should tie myself up there and wait for them. When I got home, it was already morning. But this morning was different from usual. I never imagined what had happened in the past few days. I never imagined my first sexual experience would be on a wooden stick; I never imagined my first sexual encounter would be a two-day gang rape; I never imagined that from that first time onwards, whether I wanted it or not, I would have to… I went to beg those strange men to gang rape me. I touched my iron bra and chastity belt; they tightly covered my most prized parts as a girl. I couldn't touch my nipples and labia, which I often touched; I only felt cold metal. The iron ball outside my cervix had started to break through due to my vigorous walking at night. My back hadn't straightened since I got home because I was enduring the pain in my cervix. My vaginal fluid started flowing uncontrollably down my thighs again because of the pain. My nipples were red, engorged, and extremely itchy from the stimulation of the two indentations. I longed for someone to touch my body, to loosen these things on me for a while, even if it meant being gang raped. I started to wonder if tonight I should... Tie myself up and go to the place they designated?
From that day until I got into university, I would be away from home for two nights every week. On those two nights, I would use my body to satisfy men's desires, in exchange for the momentary relaxation of my most prized part as a girl during gang rape. From that day on, I always carried contraceptives in my pocket because I didn't know who had gang raped me. Whenever someone asked me to go with them, I would obediently comply. Many times, when I was shopping and someone suddenly appeared in front of me and asked me to go with them, I would handcuff myself when no one was looking, firmly placing my hands behind my back. Sometimes this would attract attention, but I didn't care, because they liked me... During gang rape, my hands were tied behind my back. If I forgot even once, I would be punished with a pain worse than gang rape. My breasts also became very large as a result, and the original iron bra became very small, but I still had to squeeze my large breasts into it every time, because they only liked to put this on me. My iron chastity belt was replaced with a new one, the part covering my lower body was very narrow, and every time I put it on, the iron chastity belt would be stuck tightly in my labia, pressing tightly against my private parts. However, the iron ball inside was replaced with a larger one, and the tip of the iron ball had a probe. When I put it on, this probe was inserted directly into my cervix. If the iron ball moved inward, the probe would also slowly insert inward, but the probe was inserted into my uterus. The probe's head had a section that was insulated from the rest, because a wire there connected to a battery case on my waist. They had me make my own battery case to wear on my waist, with a timer to show how long the battery had been used. The battery discharged for ten minutes every hour through the probe's head. Inside the battery case was a small transformer that adjusted the voltage to several tens of volts. Each discharge stimulated deep within my body, and whenever it discharged, my vaginal fluids would flow uncontrollably, and my body would arch in response. Other girls would sometimes ask me curiously what was going on, and I had no answer. Gradually, I got used to it, and I enlarged the battery case to hold eight batteries. Because of the transformer, now each... Each discharge brought me to orgasm. My metal bra, at my request, was also connected to a power source, the contacts right next to my nipples. I often wanted to remove all these items, but in this environment, all I could do was slowly increase their stimulation to help me adapt. Otherwise, the twice-weekly gang rapes would have been even more unbearable. This kind of life continued until I went to university. During this time, the people in the small courtyard where I was gang raped kept changing. I begged them to let me go before the first group left, but that very night they gang-raped me with the new ones—second only to the first time. From then on, I could only hope they would never bring new people, or that they would gang-rape me repeatedly. This day, I kept hoping.

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