17-year-old girl who was raped

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My name is Xiaoyan, and I was once 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 their leaders had long coveted me and wanted 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
sexually tormented me relentlessly, causing me immense suffering. A shy girl like me was subjected
to various forms of physical abuse, forced to cooperate with him. In the beginning, I felt utterly ashamed
, and sometimes after he finished with me, I wanted to die. But I couldn't just leave this world.
If something happened, the underworld would surely 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 their later years? I had to live on, because one day they would need me to take care of them.
After enduring those initial days, I gradually got used to it and lost all sense of shame. Forget
being a girl, I lacked even the most basic human dignity. His methods became more and more varied and ruthless,
but I endured it all, surviving 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 were powerless, 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 do deep throat. That unforgettable humiliation stemmed from a young girl
's reserve. Later, he started anal sex; the excruciating pain made me unable to walk all day,
forcing me to skip school. Before, in school, teachers and classmates saw me as a charming and well-behaved
girl, popular, and maintaining 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 torment and humiliation. From
then 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my friends and became a withdrawn and extremely introverted girl.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 like a thief, and when I got home, inhuman abuse awaited me.
Boys often pointed and whispered behind my back; I knew they were calling me cold-hearted, 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 school building and cry my heart out.
He often made me swallow his semen; the most disgusting thing was that he would spit thick semen on my food and then force me to eat it.
What was most unbearable was that he would often torture me especially on weekends, and he particularly enjoyed 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, then clean my
genitals before doing anything. He not only made me act shyly 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 refused to
do as he said, resulting in his brutal beatings. I
really can't remember how I endured it until today. I've become indifferent to many of the torments, 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 party. Before we left, he starved me for a day, emptied my large
intestine, and then did it to my anus. That lasted a long time, and it made me feel numb and sore for a long time afterward. After he finished,
he took his toothbrush and slowly inserted it into my anus, with the brush part at the bottom. The toothbrush was completely submerged in my body,
with only a thin string remaining on the outside for easy removal later. Then, he shoved a vibrating dildo, over 20 centimeters long,
into my mouth, all the way down to the back of my throat. This thing was quite thin and very soft.
He actually forced me to swallow it. I tried hard, and at first it was really uncomfortable; I gagged repeatedly as soon as it
reached the back of my throat. However, because I hadn't eaten, what came out was mostly bile, and it made my eyes
water uncontrollably. He became 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 straight, so the thing went in more easily. 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 sank into my mouth. I knew it was inside my throat, 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, moving his penis in and out of my throat.
Several times slipped out,
forcing me to swallow again. He tormented me for a few minutes before finally stopping and removing it. I was in so much pain I couldn't make a sound.
He then used another, thicker dildo, spreading my thighs wide and inserting it into my vagina. I
couldn't imagine how this 20-centimeter-long dildo, slightly thicker than his penis, could have completely entered my
lower body. After inserting it, he turned it on and made it vibrate; the power was enough for two hours. Then he found
one of my small hairpins, threaded a silk thread through one end, and slowly inserted it into my urethra. He looked on with satisfaction as he saw that
all three holes in my lower body were filled with these things, saying he would remove them after the dance. I was terrified and cried. Go to a party
with these things inside my body? But I did as he said; resistance was useless. I
could only endure his torment.
Afterwards, he used a sanitary napkin to pad 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, especially in my anus...
The toothbrush head poked into my sensitive inner wall, almost making me scream. The vibrations inside my vagina made me
feel wet; the secretions had probably soaked into 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 wore off-white high heels.
Before we left, he stroked my long, soft hair and said, "Do your best, don't disappoint me." I
obediently nodded. Once outside, I realized this was the beginning of torture. Even small movements made my lower
body very uncomfortable, especially in the car. The slightest bumps on the road caused objects to press against me, and I
couldn't help . I didn't dare sit still, having to prop myself up slightly with my hands,
and we finally reached our destination. At the dance, I had to socialize with others, faking smiles and chatting. I don't know
how 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 posture. If it were the dance halls he and his buddies usually went to, I think
I would have fainted after a couple of moves. Later, I remained seated, afraid to move around. 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 was pressing painfully against my uterus.
The hair clip was alright; it was just a little painful during the initial penetration at home, but it didn't bother me much 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 passed so slowly, it felt
like torture. Eventually, I almost fainted, unable to even sit up straight, and I was covered in cold sweat. I just wanted
to get home quickly and be free.
Finally, the nightmare was about to end. Back home, I was desperate to urinate. Although I hadn't eaten, I
had drunk water, and I'd only urinated once that day. Now…
he'd only pulled out his penis. Knowing I needed to urinate, he made me go like this, tying my
hands behind my back, and went into the toilet with me. I sat on the toilet, my legs raised high so he could watch me
urinate. After a while, I felt the pressure finally ease, and a thin stream of urine began to trickle down
, along with the hairpin. Waves of pain shot through me, blurring my vision with tears; the hairpin had probably
rubbed against my urethral walls. The urine flowed intermittently for a long time, and sometimes he'd put his head down to my genitals, licking my
fresh urine.
"Good, now, let's get the toothbrush out too."
I strained as hard as I could. My anus was almost numb, but I could still feel the toothbrush slowly being
expelled. My shame prevented me from opening my eyes, but I knew the toothbrush head, the most unbearable
part, was finally out. After that, things went much smoother, and it finally fell into the toilet. I gasped for breath, weak and powerless.
Having not eaten all day, coupled with tonight's torment, my strength was completely gone. "Can I have some water?"
I pleaded helplessly.
He unbuckled his belt, revealing his enormous penis, which he held to my face. "Drink my water if you want!"
I opened my mouth, lifting my head to his genitals. He ejaculated, the warm liquid splashing onto my cheek
. He quickly adjusted the angle, pouring it into my mouth. My mouth remained open, my throat swallowing. 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 , and I forced down some, then simply cooperated, my mouth slightly open. I think my posture and expression
aroused his intense desire. Seeing that I stopped drinking, he poured urine on my head, soaking my face and hair
, and then my clothes and skirt, completely drenched. He urinated for a long time,
my entire body covered in urine, until finally, he stopped, satisfied.
"You were such a good boy tonight. Take a good shower, and I'll give you something to eat later." He released 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 disinfect.
After resting for a while, he came out of the kitchen. "I'll give you some bananas later, but
first, you have to give me oral sex." I complied, of course. He was already naked, his erect
penis thick and hard. He leaned back comfortably against the corner of the wall, his thighs bent and spread 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 penis was thick and smooth, quite white, and the glans was very tender, not
as ugly as the male leads in those pornographic films 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 took his scrotum into my mouth and sucked on his
pubic hair. Finally, I returned to his penis, hooking its base with my tongue and licking it back and forth,
from bottom to top , sometimes biting it horizontally in the middle. He hadn't showered today, and his genitals had a particularly pungent and stimulating smell,
but I couldn't show the slightest disgust. I licked all the way to the glans until the entire penis was clean. Now, I
took a deep breath and swallowed half of his penis, sucking on it. These movements were already familiar to me
.
"Sizzle, sizzle..." The slight sounds of saliva and friction greatly stimulated his pleasure. Semen seeped out
, mixing with my saliva, and flowed 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 that my weight was tilted on my head. He pressed down, and my whole head lowered
. His penis was already at the back of my throat, but he still wouldn't let go. I swallowed as much as I could, the glans reaching deep into my throat.
Two-thirds of his penis was inside me; any further and it might pierce my throat.
My buttocks were raised high, my anus facing upwards. He had already propped up his upper body, 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. My area was already throbbing, and his hands were dry.
When he touched me, I couldn't help but tremble. The tremor was transmitted to his glans, and he enjoyed 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 and gripped
the base of his penis again, pulling my mouth out and quickly stroking it. "Drink it!"
He ejaculated, completely ejaculating. There was quite a bit of semen, and the taste wasn't as fishy or foul as thick semen. I
swallowed it mouthful by mouthful. Satisfied, he ejaculated the last drop into my mouth, then put it back in, panting for half a minute. 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 when he had too much,
he would make me drink it to show him. It was a bottle for storing alcohol, about 300 milliliters, and it was already more than half full
. It was usually kept in the refrigerator. This much must have accumulated from many times. He brought over a tall wine glass,
poured half of the bottle's contents 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 terribly nauseous, gagging 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 in 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 then
held me contentedly and went to sleep. Exhausted and helpless, I quickly fell into a deep sleep. I had to
get up early for class on Monday.
I didn't understand why he did this, why he would appreciate such a perverted thing.
I remember once when we were sleeping, he gently stroked my hair and told me that his dream was
to ravage a beautiful girl, to torture her with extreme methods, to teach her to adapt to perversion, to experience this
limit. And I was his wish. He also said that if I just let go a little more, and got used to this torment,
I would gain infinite pleasure. I think I will never understand such words in my life, because sex has
become synonymous with fear for me. Forget about orgasm, just being able to escape him is my greatest happiness.
Until one day. The most unforgettable torment happened after that...
Saturday, I was starved all day. The next morning, he woke me up while I was still asleep and
dragged me out of the warm bed. I knew the weekly torture had begun, but I never imagined that misfortune
was about to befall me; this time it would be a hundred or a thousand times more cruel than before.
He stripped me naked and dragged me into the bathroom, making me kneel on the floor with my buttocks raised high. Then he took
a 20ml syringe that he had prepared beforehand, pried open my anus, and inserted the glass tip. It didn't hurt much, but it
was very uncomfortable . He injected a lot of some kind of liquid into my body, and after a while, I felt the urge to defecate. He told me to empty myself
completely, and then wash and tidy myself up before going to the basement to wait for him. In just a minute or two, I felt as if my body
was completely empty. After taking a short hot shower, brushing my teeth, and combing my hair, I
went to the basement naked. It was almost winter, and it was early morning; it was really cold. When I arrived, I found
a special rod-shaped device inside. I couldn't quite put my finger on what it was, but otherwise, nothing seemed different. After waiting a few minutes
, he arrived.
He brought a lot of things and placed them on a small table; I couldn't see what they were. "Come here!" I went over and
lay down on a small bed that looked a bit like a gynecological examination table, as he instructed. My legs were spread on the footrests on either side, leaving
my genitals exposed for his movements. I had no idea how he got all this equipment;
the table was metal, hard and cold, and I was shivering. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw him coming over,
holding a white plastic box. I wondered what was inside. "Spread your anus!" he commanded.
I obediently did as he said, and then he picked something out of the box—ah, it was an ice bar. It was about 3 centimeters
long and about the thickness of a thumb. Seriously? He was going to shove ice into my anus? I gasped,
my mind blank, only preparing for the torture.
The ice bar pierced the center of my anus, and I tensed up involuntarily. "Relax, relax!"
he instructed me, telling me to relax my lower body. I cooperated as much as I could, feeling the ice bar
moving around my anus, gradually melting and shrinking as it heated up. It slowly entered. An indescribable stimulation came from my lower body,
I couldn't tell if it was pain or cold. After it went in a bit, I suddenly felt him push hard, and the entire ice bar disappeared into my body.
I cried out "Ah!" but it was okay. Then came the second one, the third one. By the third one, my
lower abdomen started to ache slightly. I endured the pain and said to him, "It hurts so much, please don't do it
anymore ."
"Don't worry, it'll be fine. There are still a few more, just enjoy it."
The sound of ice cubes clattering came from the box, and I was terrified. With so many inserted into my anus, I was afraid my large intestine would rupture. Helplessly,
I felt the ice bar entering again and again. Sometimes he would rub my lower body with his fingers and push the ice bar
deeper with his thumb. When the last one went in, I felt a throbbing pain in my lower abdomen, even reaching my stomach, and my anus was
numb from the cold. After a short pause, he came back, this time inserting his hot, thick penis.
I knew he had used my face wash as lubricant, but mainly because my genitals had been loosened by the ice,
it went in smoothly. He spread my thighs wide as hard as he could, his penis penetrating deep into my anus
, mingling with the ice. He ejaculated quickly, probably in less than a minute,
and I could clearly feel the warm semen.
After he finished, he told me to turn over. I did, kneeling on the table with my anus facing him. He
forcefully spread my buttocks apart, and with a "plop," the icy liquid mixed with my semen sprayed out of my anus,
flowing down my thighs, very cold. "Let it out." Hearing his words, I relaxed and relieved myself. "Splash, splash, splash," the water
and unmelted ice crystals all came out, making a crackling sound as they fell onto the floor. I let out a long
sigh of relief ; my lower abdomen felt a little better.
Normally, this is just the prelude; the real torture is just beginning. I wonder
what ? I looked down between my legs and saw him bring out several props. The first was
a tampon-shaped plastic stick with long strings. I knew it was an electric vibrator, about the size of a finger, 2-3 centimeters
long, with a very strong vibration. He easily inserted it into my anus. Then he pulled me down, bent
my arms, and tied them up until I felt I couldn't move anymore. He then bound me with rope, wrapping it around
my chest and encircling my breasts. Then he made me turn around and open my mouth. This time,
he brought out a large lemon, forcefully shoving it into my mouth. My mouth was completely immobile; even making a sound
was difficult. I couldn't spit it out without using my hands.
He led me to the new cylindrical device. Could this also be…? I examined it closely.
The main body was a steel pipe over a meter long, with a base and a top resembling a bicycle seat, but
smaller than a women's. Two small sticks were fixed to it; one, shaped like a penis at the front, was over
20 centimeters long, and the other, like a flat toothbrush handle, was about 10 centimeters long.
A thick hemp rope ran from end to end through the center of the seat, through which the sticks stood upright. What was the purpose of this thing?
Although I knew it was for me, I couldn't imagine how it would work.
"Sit on it." I was startled. How could I sit on this thing?! I didn't move, staring at him in astonishment.
He repeated himself, impatiently pushing me forward. My heart pounded. It was unbelievable;
he really wanted me to sit on a stick?
The seat was high; I could barely reach it. He lifted my thighs, half-hugging me as he helped me up. First
, he aligned the two openings in my lower body, spread my genitals, and once both were aligned, he let go. At this point,
I was almost suspended in mid-air, and the weight of my body immediately forced two objects into my mouth. Because of the lubrication,
there wasn't much pain, just a very strange, swollen, and humiliating feeling. Once I was firmly seated, I felt
the hemp rope under my genitals prickly and itchy.
He wasn't finished yet; he then bent my lower legs and arms as high as possible, bringing them parallel to my thighs, and tied them
tightly . After he finished, I suddenly realized I was completely suspended in mid-air, with nothing around me to lean on
, and all my weight was pressing on my genitals! I wondered how long he would take, and
what ? But I quickly discovered that the two objects inside me allowed me to stand completely upright and not tilt to one side.
He seemed not to be finished yet, so he used another rope to connect my legs, suspending me with my feet facing upwards—a
very awkward position. Suddenly, a ring of something was put over my head! Ah! He actually put a rope around my neck.
If my legs loosened, it would pull on my throat, making it hard to breathe and almost causing me to faint. The part around
my neck felt wider than usual, and it was elastic. But it
was useless. I didn't know how long he was going to do this; I estimated I would pass out in a few minutes.
My body was now in an arched position, looking from a distance like I was being skewered on a steel pipe.
He then clipped two electrodes onto my nipples. I trembled with fear; this seemed serious. Out of the corner of my eye
, I saw something like a controller in his hand. Suddenly, a vibration started deep in my lower abdomen—ah, it was
the vibrator that had been inserted earlier, pushed deep inside by the toothbrush handle, and now it was working. I didn't know if it was pain or
excitement; I just felt fluid coming out of my lower body.
Then he activated some other devices, and suddenly, the thing in my anus began to slowly rotate. "Ugh
...mmm, mmm..." I groaned. The feeling was so stimulating and intense.
I felt like I was about to ejaculate, like I was about to urinate, but it wasn't quite that feeling. I couldn't scream. My upper
body was dizzy from being constricted, and my lower body was dripping with fluid from being penetrated. I wanted to scream for help. This was just the beginning. Then, I
felt a soft electric shock on my nipples, and the rod inside my vagina started to discharge. "Mmm..." I let out a long
moan, and fluid poured out of my vagina. The only parts of my back that I could move—my toes and fingers—twitched and trembled incessantly.
After the mild electric shock lasted for several seconds, the entire steel pipe base suddenly began to vibrate vertically and rapidly. I was slightly
thrown off the leather base, like experiencing the shock of intercourse, my whole body was suspended and tossed around. With my entire body weight on me,
my genitals and anus slammed violently against the leather seat, the hemp rope clenching and tightening incessantly. Suddenly, I
felt something strange deep within my body, a sensation I had never experienced before. It was a
state of near climax, like reaching a peak, about to explode from within me. I didn't know
what the next moment would feel like; I was afraid, so very afraid! But I couldn't think any further; that moment had
arrived.
My whole body convulsed violently, wave after wave, accompanied by an intense pleasure I had never experienced before.
A large amount of fluid gushed from my vagina, my lower body convulsed violently like a spasm, my whole body trembled uncontrollably, my limbs
tensed, desperately resisting this dizzying, extreme stimulation. Within seconds, I couldn't take it anymore;
if it continued, my body would collapse! The intense pleasure had exceeded my capacity to bear. "Ugh
...uh..." I wanted to scream but was powerless. I wanted to struggle, but my limbs were tightly bound. I could only use
my last bit of strength to desperately groan.
After a dozen seconds, the effects began to subside. In my dizziness, I realized that this was what they called an orgasm.
My tense body relaxed weakly, and I wanted to collapse. My legs had no strength left, my throat was
constricted . It was so uncomfortable, so painful. Although the basement was cold, I was covered in sweat, breathing heavily.
My hair was wet and stuck to my back, and my vaginal fluid soaked the leather seat, dripping onto the floor. After a while, the electric shocks and vibrations
stopped, and only my abdomen still trembled faintly.
At this moment, the pager next to me rang, and he went to check it. After a while, he ran back, looking very unhappy, and stroked
me, saying, "I have to go take care of something. You can enjoy this stimulation slowly." Then he left the basement.
I wanted to ask him how long he was going to keep me tied up here, but I couldn't say a word, and I listened in despair as he slammed the stairwell door shut.
I couldn't move my entire body. I don't know how much time passed, but my arms and legs started to ache and go numb.
The position was so awkward; being forced to stay like that for so long was incredibly uncomfortable and tiring. My lower body, the only
point of support, began to ache faintly. My mouth was also sore and tired; saliva was constantly secreting, but swallowing was difficult because
a lemon was stuffed in my throat, and I could only let the saliva overflow from the corners of my mouth and flow down my chin
. Having not eaten all day yesterday, coupled with the intense exertion just now, I started to feel dizzy and lightheaded, gradually
losing consciousness .
After what seemed like an eternity, I woke up from my unconsciousness. The stirring in my anus had started again. Then came the electric
shocks, the vibrations… I couldn't tell if it was stimulation or torture. This time, the process seemed to last longer than before, and I
passed out again during an orgasm. For the next long period, I was half-conscious, ravaged beyond
recognition. In the agonizing orgasm, I even wished I could just die and stop the torture. My
body was already very weak.
I had experienced about six orgasms, each time leaving me in a semi-conscious state. Countless
hours had passed, and just as the seventh orgasm was about to begin, the door finally opened. I knew I had finally
survived this nightmare, and I burst into tears, my pitiful eyes pleading with
the man before me. He coldly watched me endure my final orgasm amidst tears, pain, and tremors, and finally,
he stopped all the devices. Then he untied the ropes binding me and removed the lemon from my mouth. My mouth remained open for a long time
; my hands, feet, and chest were marked with blood, and I could barely straighten my legs. He picked me up and slowly
pulled . I saw that the seat was wet, mixed with blood, and the thick hemp rope was stained red. I knew it had
seeped into my labia, chafing my most sensitive and private parts.
Weak and limp, I was laid on the carpet, too weak even to change position. He pulled on the thread connecting my lower body
and removed the vibrator. I remained motionless, my lower body completely numb.
After everything was removed, I let out a weak sigh. Perhaps it was my weakened and exhausted state after being violated
that aroused his intense lust; he suddenly pounced on me and began to fuck me wildly. My limbs were immobile, but I
had no desire to resist, because his body heat warmed me. I closed my eyes, cold tears streaming down my face
, and contentedly enjoyed his vibrator. My body seemed to regain some feeling, especially his hot semen, which felt
wonderful deep inside me.
After he finished, he made me lie down where I was. The basement wasn't so cold anymore. He took some stimulants and
soon became sexually aroused again. Just as I was recovering from the dizziness of being unable to sleep, he came over,
tied my hands and feet, and then carried me to a long, slanted bench. I knew
what he was going to do. He sat down in front of me, grasping his erect penis and pointing it at my mouth. Then he released
his hands from my body. The bench was slippery, so I quickly slid down. My head was down, the bench wasn't
high, but my mouth was more than twenty centimeters away from his glans. I tilted my head back, opened my mouth, and slowly
slid down.
"Oh..." he cried out in pleasure, his glans deeply penetrating my throat. This thrust was extremely
painful, and tears immediately streamed down my face. For a while, I couldn't swallow as he demanded. I
could only try my best to cooperate with him and satisfy him. He pressed my head down, hoping to penetrate further, even further. His penis was already
more than halfway in, but he continued, my throat feeling like it was being torn apart. I kept gagging, and the
suppressed thrusting only greatly stimulated his glans. Finally, he ejaculated. I coughed from choking. If
he hadn't supported my shoulders, I think my throat would have been pierced and I would have died. I will never forget that experience; I still have
nightmares about it.
After it was over, I finally had a chance to catch my breath. Tears streaming down my face, I slumped weakly against the chair.
He still didn't seem satisfied. I knew that he needed to have sex at least two or three times after taking aphrodisiacs to feel satisfied
. "You haven't eaten all day, so I'll give you some nutritional fluid now." He brought over a glass bottle,
but instead of feeding me, he took out another thin, soft plastic straw. He turned me over, my head facing upwards, leaning against the higher
end. He tried to raise me as high as possible so my head could tilt back, and then told me to open my mouth. The plastic straw was inserted into
my mouth. Because the tip was rounded, it was relatively easy to go down my throat. He slowly inserted it,
and I could feel the cool sensation going from my throat down to my esophagus, all the way to the bottom. I could see
the small funnel at the end of the foot-long tube. He poured the nutritional fluid into the funnel, which flowed through the plastic straw into my esophagus. When he
moved his hand, it moved the tube, and my throat hurt and itched.
This process took more than ten minutes, and his penis became hard again. This time, he carried me back to the medical
table and made me kneel. My upper body lay limply on the table, and then he entered my anus. His last round
of thrusts was overwhelming; my whole body was subjected to his thrusts and was violently moved, my hair was disheveled
. After that, I forgot everything.
I only vaguely remember the moment he carried me back to the bedroom, and in my blurry vision, I saw a torrential rain outside the window. My tears
fell in relief, and I quietly closed my eyes.
I was badly injured that time and lay in bed for two whole days without recovering.
This demon tormented me for almost a year. During that time, I became pregnant, but I didn't tell him and
had an abortion when he wasn't around. I was only 17 years old then! I was such an innocent and shy girl, but my experience
was perhaps the limit of what a human being can endure. Sometimes I ask myself, why am I so strong? How did I
even survive? If it were any other girl, she might have committed suicide from the start.
But life is always precious. Perhaps God took pity on me; he was later shot
and killed , and his men only told me the next night. With his death, my family's ties with the underworld finally
came to an end, and I cleared up the dispute my family had gotten into.
I never imagined I would see the light of day again, and tears streamed down my face uncontrollably. At that time, I was a senior in high school, planning to
study desperately in the last six months to get into university. Before that, my grades had plummeted because I had to cook...
I was forced to do housework, and he often dragged me to his friends' parties. I had to sleep with him at night.
It was a miracle I wasn't too busy studying; there was no way I could stay home and study. Unfortunately, my misfortune wasn't over yet.
Several of his men had long harbored ill intentions towards me, but they hadn't dared to act before, given my brother's recent death
. They eventually stopped caring, though they would occasionally harass my family. After secretly moving, I was finally
able to focus on my studies for the last few months. But a few days before the college entrance exam, one night on my way home from tutoring,
they encountered me. They stopped my bicycle, forcibly dragged me into their van, and gang-raped me. They then abandoned me, barely alive,
in a secluded spot and drove away. My clothes were torn to shreds, and I had to wait until late at night when no one was around before I could
slowly and laboriously walk home with my small schoolbag. Devastated by this blow, I couldn't sleep for days, feeling mentally
disoriented, and my college entrance exam results were disastrous. My scores were only high enough for a two-year adult education program. However, during my
two years I gradually recovered, regaining my former composure and elegance. Many people pursued me, but
I didn't accept any of them because I just wanted a peaceful environment to study, find a good job, and leave forever that place that left me with endless physical and
emotional trauma.

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