17-year-old girl who was raped

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My name is Xiaoyan, 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 . The gang leader 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 all sorts 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 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 their later
years ? I had to live on strongly; 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 , and the thought of my suffering brought tears to their eyes. But how
could they know the pain I endured? 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 to skip school. Before, at school, 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 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 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my friends and became a withdrawn and extremely introverted girl.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 at 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 make me eat it.
The worst part 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 expulsion of impurities, he would often starve me for a day beforehand, then clean my
genitals before making his move. He not only required me to make shy gestures and painful moans during the process, but also to
coordinate my body with his movements. He had so many tricks up his sleeve! At first, I was both ashamed and afraid, and unwilling to
do as he said, resulting in his brutal beatings. I
really can't remember how I endured it all. 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 had sex with my anus. That 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 , so it could be pulled out later. Then, he shoved a
vibrating into my mouth, all the way down to the back of my throat. It was quite thin and soft.
He 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. But since I hadn't eaten, what came out was mostly 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 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. This time, the position had been adjusted, and
my throat and esophagus were straight, so it was easier for the thing 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 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 stopping and removing it. I was in so much pain I couldn't 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 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 sitting in the car. The slightest bumps on the road caused objects to press against me, and I
couldn't help but moan softly several times. 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, chatting and smiling insincerely. 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 stayed seated, afraid to move around. Less than half
an hour , I felt the end of the toothbrush digging deep into my lower abdomen, and his penis was pressing painfully against my uterus.
The hair clip was okay; it was just a little painful during the initial penetration at home, but it didn't bother me after that. 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; I couldn't 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. When I got home, I desperately needed to urinate. Although I hadn't eaten, I
had drunk water, and I had only urinated once today. Now…
he had only pulled out his penis. Knowing I needed to urinate, he made me go like this, and tied my
hands behind my back, then 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 my lower body finally relax, and a small amount of urine began to trickle down
, along with the hairpin. Waves of pain washed over me, blurring my vision with tears; the hairpin
had rubbed against the walls of my urethra. 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 pushed as hard as I could. Actually, 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 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 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 to my face. "Drink my water if you want!"
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 , and I managed to drink some, then just cooperated with him, my mouth slightly open. I think my posture and
expression aroused his intense desire. When he saw I wouldn't drink anymore, he poured it over my head, soaking my face, my hair
, and my clothes and skirt, all completely drenched. He urinated for a long time,
soaking me completely, before finally stopping, satisfied.
"You were such a good boy tonight. Take a nice bath, 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 clean myself, which disinfects.
After resting for a while, he came out of the kitchen. "I'll give you some bananas later, but
I have one condition 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 wall, bending his legs 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 penis was thick and smooth, with a relatively white color. The glans was very tender, and it didn't look
as ugly as the male leads in those porn movies I was forced to watch. I wandered around 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 on his
pubic hair. Finally, I returned to his penis, hooking his tongue around the base and licking it back and forth,
from bottom to top biting horizontally from 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 in one gulp, sucking on it. These actions were already very familiar to me
.
"Sizzle, sizzle..." The slight saliva and friction sounds greatly stimulated his pleasure. Semen seeped out
, mixed with my saliva, and flowed down his penis. I started using my mouth to stroke it up and down. After a while,
he grabbed my hands and twisted them behind my back, so my weight was on my head. He pressed down, and my head
dropped . His penis was already at the back of my throat, but he wouldn't let go. I swallowed as much as I could; the glans was deep
in my throat, and two-thirds of his penis was inside me. Any further and 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 hands were dry...
I shuddered involuntarily as he touched me, the shudder transmitting to his glans. He seemed to enjoy it, so he continued to stimulate my
genitals , even inserting his middle finger completely.
Finally, he was about to ejaculate. He released me and stood up, and I tilted my head back, grasping
the base of his penis with my hand 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 one day when he had too much,
he would make me drink it for him. It was an alcohol bottle, about 300 milliliters, already more than half full,
usually kept in the refrigerator. This much must have accumulated over many times. He then took a stemmed wine glass,
poured half 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 , and it was a struggle to finish it, even having 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 remaining 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 .
I didn't understand why he did this, why he would appreciate something so perverse.
I remember once when we were sleeping, he gently stroked my hair and told me that his dream was to
torment a beautiful girl, to torture her with extreme methods, to teach her to adapt to perversion, to experience this
limit . And I was that wish of his. He also said that if I just let go a little more,
I would get used to this torment and 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 torture 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 my warm bed. I knew the weekly torture had begun, but I never imagined that
misfortune had struck, and this time it would be a hundred times, 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 up and go 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 . It was almost winter, and it was early morning, so 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 , mixing 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 as he said, 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...

Cool fluid flowed down my thighs. "Pull it out," he said. Hearing this, I relaxed and relieved myself, "splash, splash, splash," the fluid
and unmelted ice crystals all came out, splattering on the floor. I let out a long
sigh ; my lower abdomen felt better.
Usually, this was just the prelude; the real torture was just beginning. I wondered
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 tied me up 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 a large
lemon, forcefully shoving it into my mouth. My mouth was completely immobilized; even making a sound
was difficult. I couldn't spit it out without using my hands.
He led me to the new cylindrical object. 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 woman's. Two small sticks were fixed to it: one shaped like a penis, over
20 centimeters long, and the other resembling a flat toothbrush handle, probably 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.
"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 in my chest; it was unbelievable—
was he really going to make me sit on those sticks?
The seat was high; I could barely reach it. He lifted my thighs, half-hugging me as he helped me up.
First he aligned my two openings, then 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 forced me to take two things into my mouth. Because of the lubrication,
it wasn't painful, 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 ? However, I soon discovered that the two devices inserted into my body allowed me to stand completely upright, preventing me from falling over.
He seemed unsatisfied, as he used another rope to connect my legs, suspending me with my feet facing upwards – a
very awkward position. Suddenly, something was looped around my head! Ah! He had actually put a rope around my neck.
If my legs relaxed, it would pull on my throat, making it impossible to breathe, almost causing me to faint.
The section around my neck felt wider, not a regular rope, and was elastic. But it
was useless. I didn't know how long he would take; I estimated I would pass out in a few minutes.
Thus, my body was in a backward arch shape, which from a distance must have looked like I was being skewered on a steel pipe.
He then clipped two electrodes onto my nipples. I trembled with fear; this situation seemed very serious. Out of the corner of my eye, I glimpsed
something that looked like a controller in his hand. Suddenly, a vibration rippled deep within 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 almost groaned, the feeling was so stimulating and intense
, I felt like I was about to ejaculate, like I was about to urinate, but not quite. I couldn't scream,
my upper body was dizzy from being constricted, and my lower body was dripping fluid from being penetrated, I just wanted to scream for help. This was just the beginning, then,
a soft electric shock came from my nipples, and the rod in my vagina also began to discharge. "Mmm..." I let
out a long moan, fluid gushing out of my vagina, the only things I could move on my back—my toes and fingers—clenched and trembled incessantly.
After the micro-electric shocks lasted for several tens of 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 suspended and tossed in the air. With my full weight,
my genitals and anus slammed violently against the leather base again and again, the hemp rope pricking and tightening incessantly. Suddenly, I
felt something strange deep inside my body, a feeling I had never experienced before. It was a
state of imminent climax, like reaching a peak, about to explode from within me. I didn't know what the next
moment would feel like. I was scared, so scared! 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.
Copious amounts of fluid gushed from my vagina, my lower body convulsed violently like a spasm, my whole body trembled involuntarily,
my limbs tensed, desperately resisting this dizzying, extreme stimulation. In just a few 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 this was what they called an orgasm.
My tense body relaxed limply, and I wanted to collapse. My legs had no strength left, my throat was constricted, and I
couldn't breathe . It was so painful, so difficult. Although the basement was cold, I was covered in sweat, breathing heavily.
My hair was wet and clung to my back, and the genital fluid soaked the leather seat, dripping onto the floor. A while later, the electric shocks and vibrations...
Everything stopped, except for a faint vibration in my abdomen.
Then the pager next to me rang, and he went to check it. After a while, he came running back, looking very unhappy, and said,
stroking me, "I have to go. 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 speak, and I listened in despair as he slammed the stairwell door shut.
I couldn't move a muscle. 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 extremely uncomfortable and tiring. My lower body, the only
point of support, started to ache faintly. My mouth was also sore and tired, and saliva kept flowing, but swallowing was difficult
because a lemon was stuffed in my throat, and my throat was being constricted. I could only let the saliva overflow from the corners of my mouth and flow
down my chin. I hadn't eaten all day yesterday, and 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. Following
the electric shocks and vibrations… I couldn't tell if it was stimulation or torture. This time, the process seemed to last longer than the last, and I
passed out again during my orgasm. For the long time that followed, I was half-conscious, ravaged
beyond . In the agonizing orgasms, I even wished I could just die, to escape the torment. My
body was already very weak.
I had experienced about six orgasms, each time in a semi-conscious state. Countless
hours 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 vibrations, 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 them. He picked me up and slowly
pulled . I saw the leather seat was wet, mixed with blood, and the rough hemp rope was stained red. I knew it had already
seeped into my labia, chafing my most sensitive and private parts.
Weak and limp, I was laid on the carpet by him, too weak to even change position. He pulled on
the loose thread and removed the vibrator. I remained motionless, my lower body already numb.
After everything was removed from my body, I let out a weak breath. I don't know if it was my weak and haggard state after being ravaged
that aroused his strong lust, but he suddenly pounced on me and fucked me wildly. My limbs were paralyzed, but I
didn't actually have the will to resist, because his body temperature brought me warmth. I closed my eyes,
tears , and enjoyed his vibrator with relief. My body seemed to regain some feeling, especially his hot semen,
which felt good deep inside me.
After he finished, he told me to lie down where I was. The basement wasn't so cold anymore. He took some stimulants,
and soon his libido returned. Exhausted and unable to sleep, I had just regained consciousness from my dizziness when 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, grasped his erect penis, and held it to 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 from his glans. I tilted my head back, opened my mouth, and slowly
thrust down.
"Oh..." he cried out in pleasure, his glans deeply penetrating my throat. The thrust was
excruciating ; tears immediately streamed down my face, and for a long time I couldn't swallow as he demanded. I
could only try my best to cooperate and satisfy him. He pressed my head down, hoping to penetrate further, even further. His penis
was already halfway inside, but he continued, my throat feeling like it was being torn apart. I kept gagging, and the
suppressed thrusting only intensified the stimulation of his glans. Finally, he ejaculated. I coughed from the choking; if
he hadn't supported my shoulders, I think my throat would have been pierced and I would have died. I'll never forget that experience;
it still haunts my nightmares.
After it was over, I finally had a chance to catch my breath, tears streaming down my face, slumped weakly against the chair.
He 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, let me give you some nutritional fluids 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 against the higher
end. He tried to raise me as high as possible so my head could tilt back, then told me to open my mouth. The plastic straw was inserted into
my mouth. Because the tip was rounded, it went down my throat more easily. He slowly
inserted and I could feel the cool sensation travel from my throat down my esophagus, all the way to the bottom. The foot-long tube was almost at
the small funnel at the end. He poured the nutrient solution into the funnel, which flowed through the plastic tube into my esophagus. His hand
moved, moving the tube, making my throat both sore and itchy.
This process took about ten minutes, and his penis became hard again. This time, he carried me back to the medical
table , kneeling down. My upper body lay limply on the table, and then he entered my anus. His final
thrusts were overwhelming; my entire body was subjected to his thrusts, violently moved, and my hair
became . 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 downpour outside the window. My
tears fell in relief, and I quietly closed my eyes.
I was badly injured that time, and I 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 while he was away. I was only 17 years old then! I was such an innocent and shy girl, but what I experienced
was perhaps the limit of what a human being can endure. Sometimes I ask myself, why am I so strong, how
did I survive? If it were any other girl, she might have committed suicide from the very beginning.
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, the relationship between my family and the underworld finally
came to an end, and I was able to settle 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
hard for the last six months to get into university. Before that, my grades had plummeted because I had to cook,
do housework, and was often dragged to his friends' parties. I had to sleep with him at night, and it was a miracle I wasn't able to
go to school; I simply couldn't study at home. Unfortunately, my misfortune wasn't completely over.
Several of his men had long harbored ill intentions towards me, but they hadn't dared to act before, and with my brother's recent death, they
were hesitant. As time went on, they stopped taking it seriously, but sometimes they would still harass my family. After quietly moving, I was
finally able to focus on my studies for the last few months. However, a few days before the college entrance exam, one night on my way home from tutoring
, they encountered me on the road. They stopped my bicycle, forcibly dragged me into their van, and gang-raped me. Finally, they 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 carry my small schoolbag and slowly make my way home. Devastated by this, I couldn't sleep well for several days, feeling
mentally disoriented, and my college entrance exam results were disastrous. My grades were only good enough for a two-year adult education program. However,
during my two years at university, I gradually recovered and regained my former composure and elegance. Many people pursued me, but
I didn't accept them because I just wanted a peaceful environment to study, find a good job, and leave forever
the place that left such deep emotional and physical scars.

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