Virgin school beauty gang raped

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Before you read this article, please allow me to make a sincere declaration: I am not a casual woman. The reason I am writing about my experience is entirely out of my deep love for literature. I remember a great man saying that the development of literature is ultimately the development of erotic literature, and I want to transform my misfortune into a small contribution to the development of literature. It is unfortunate for a girl to have such an experience, but having it will make her emotions richer and more delicate. I know that this kind of article is not yet suitable for formal occasions, but I only hope that after reading it, you will relax your tired mind and body, or be inspired to cherish the good life, or perhaps even find inspiration for your own lesbian literature.

That story happened when I was a sophomore in college, and even now, thinking about it makes my heart race. I remember that summer was incredibly hot. The weather in the south was humid and muggy, and even though the sun had long since set, the heat lingered. The girls in our performing arts department were all very clean. Every day before dinner, we would shower in the college bathroom, taking a thorough bath and then eagerly applying all sorts of skincare products. I didn't appreciate that deliberate effort, which resulted in a strong odor emanating from my body—I would only lightly rub a little floral water on myself; I liked that cool feeling.

However, because I was the most beautiful girl in the college, my subtle fragrance always attracted the attention of the boys, who would crane their necks to follow my scent. Later, I earned the elegant nickname: "The Cool Beauty." My outstanding beauty and slender figure made many girls envious, and many boys felt ashamed of themselves. They could only cast burning glances at me from afar or after I passed by. I could almost feel my body enveloped in a ball of flame, the dazzling light blinding them. I secretly rejoiced that I was born a girl, thanking God for bestowing upon me such exceptional beauty.

Behind our school campus stood a majestic and beautiful mountain, a paradise for couples, where newlyweds would stay until late. The mountain was covered with lush forests and shady green grass; clear springs flowed, and mist swirled around it, creating a delightful scene. My boyfriend and I had spent many time together, strolling hand in hand amidst the beautiful scenery, lost in dreams of a vibrant future. Little did I know that the most humiliating experience of my life would unfold in this picturesque landscape.

That day, after class, I walked briskly out of the towering teaching building as usual. An unusual sight drew my gaze westward to the horizon, where the setting sun cast a blood-red glow upon the world. I had a premonition that something extraordinary was about to happen. I shouldn't have argued with my boyfriend. In a fit of pique, I climbed the mountain alone. Ming had originally intended to come find me, but he had gotten bogged down in other matters. Night fell silently, and the daytime hustle and bustle of the city gradually subsided. A light mist rose, insects chirped softly, the wind rustled through the treetops, and the moon's shadow shifted across the walls. I stood alone on the mountaintop, watching the moonlight flow like water and the sky filled with countless stars. Below, the city lights gradually illuminated, glowing with a neon-red hue, blending seamlessly with the lights of countless homes. My heart, too, was slowly brightened by this glow, and my melancholy quietly dissipated. "What a beautiful night!" I couldn't help but feel my heart flutter, lost in daydreams, completely forgetting the passage of time.

A midnight breeze swept by, ruffling my long hair. A cool sensation seeped into my thin shirt, and I realized I was all alone. I glanced at my watch; it was midnight. I felt a pang of unease. I was only wearing a strapless dress. During the day, my bare, slender arms would have accentuated my graceful figure, making me appear even more elegant and beautiful. But now, it felt chilly. I remembered I had a pink silk cardigan in my purse. Though thin, it should at least offer some protection against the biting wind. I took it out, unfolded it, and put it on. The thin silk fabric brushed against my shoulders, the gentle touch sending a shiver down my spine. I sighed softly, "Sigh, I should go back. He must be so worried about me!" I stood up, straightened my long skirt which had become slightly wrinkled from sitting, and slowly walked down the path I had come from.

The tall, straight trees that had stood there during the day now looked like eerie, dark figures on both sides of the path. The chill emanating from the depths of the forest seeped straight into my heart, and a shiver ran through me. I instinctively hugged my arms in fear. A long skirt and high heels were not suitable for hiking. The uneven stone steps quickly made my ankles tired and numb, and the hem of my skirt seemed to deliberately obstruct my view as I descended the mountain. I could only gently lift the hem of my skirt, taking one laborious step at a time, like a Japanese soldier scouting for landmines in a movie. Thinking about my disheveled appearance, I couldn't help but chuckle.

As I carefully rounded the mountain spring, a sudden gust of mountain wind swept in front of me, making the tassels and sash of my skirt flutter wildly, the hem of my skirt swing open, and a few unruly strands of embroidery broke free from their hairpins, dancing in the air. Just as I was about to raise my hand to straighten them, a pair of strong arms suddenly grabbed me from behind; a tall figure leaped out in front of me, pressing a towel with a pungent odor against my mouth and nose! Caught off guard, I opened my eyes wide in surprise and gasped for breath. The potent drug easily seeped into my body, and my consciousness immediately blurred. The dark figure in front of me began to ripple like water, and the lewd laughter that had been ringing in my ears seemed to gradually fade away and disappear. I suddenly felt completely powerless and slowly went limp...

There were three men who had robbed me. They carried me down the mountain, shoved me into their car, and sped wildly towards the outskirts. When I woke up, it was already too late. It was pitch black outside; the neon streetlights of the city were gone. All I could hear was the screeching of the car wheels on the ground. The car reeked of sweat and alcohol. I lay on my back on their laps, barefoot and bare-shouldered, my clothes open, four arms groping my body wantonly. I noticed my coat had been pulled down to my elbows, revealing my pale arms. The thin, tight dress I wore underneath, cool and showing off my satin-like figure during the day, felt like direct touch to my skin now. The strong drug had left me weak and powerless, and the two men's wanton violation of my body filled me with unbearable shame. Later, the car drove into a secluded forest on the outskirts of the city. The bumpy road caused the car to shake violently, followed by the screeching sound of the thick weeds scraping against the car door. My heart clenched—I knew I had been taken deep into the forest. I dared not think, nor had the time to think, about what was about to happen; everything seemed like a dream.

As soon as the car stopped, I was dragged out and thrown onto the grass. Two men pounced on me, pinning me to the ground. I was forced into a supine position, my wrists pinned to the ground by one of them, and my long, flowing hair cascaded down my shoulders. I heard my earlobe hit a small pebble on the ground, making a clinking sound. The cool grass brushed against my neck, and in the midst of the chaos, a tall figure swiftly straddled my slender waist. I looked at the man on top of me in terror, not knowing what he was going to do. I saw his burning gaze fixed on my chest, his eyes revealing an uncontrollable, extreme excitement.

After examining me for a moment, his two large hands quickly reached around my neck, grabbed my collar, and ripped open my pink coat. I clearly heard the buttons being torn off one after another with a "bang." He simply pulled the torn jacket out from under me and threw it far away.

My green dress underneath was a tight-fitting corset, and the lying position made my already full breasts even more prominent. I could see the thin, snow-white lace of my bra peeking out from under the dress, and a wave of panic washed over me. My instinct to cover myself made me want to use my hands, but my wrists were firmly held down. My usually proud, graceful figure, with its captivating curves like a lotus emerging from water, was being reluctantly displayed to someone for the first time. I saw his eyes, gleaming with a predatory light, staring at my firm breasts, mesmerized, even forgetting to close my mouth. Finally, I swallowed hard, and then heard his almost scream of admiration: "She really is a great beauty! Tonight we're going to be living the high life!" I didn't understand what he was saying at first, but then I saw his large hands reach up to my chin again, grabbing the bodice of my dress and ripping it open. With a tearing sound, a cool sensation instantly washed over me—my dress had been ripped in two from top to bottom, revealing my creamy white, high-waisted bra and tight panties to the three men.

"Ah, no!" I cried out, my shock and fear turning into intense humiliation. I saw him continue reaching out, intending to remove the last bit of clothing covering me. "Let us see what you look like naked!" he lewdly said. "No!" "Please!" "No!" I struggled and screamed desperately, kicking my legs behind him, but it was no use in stopping his further violation. His large hands roughly slipped under my armpits and into my body, caressing my smooth back, carefully searching for the bra opening. His upper body was almost pressed against mine, and I saw his strong chest heaving deeply as his hands roamed over my back. Then I felt the tight bra suddenly loosen. His hands continued to slide along my back, down to my waist, and then grabbed my underwear, roughly pulling it down over my buttocks…

By the time I was completely naked, the effects of the drug and the struggle had left me utterly exhausted. Watching helplessly as the man on top of me began trembling as he removed his clothes, I suddenly realized that my beautiful face and alluring figure had already aroused his intense primal desires, especially since I was naked. He quickly stripped naked. His dark skin and the gleam of his muscular upper body in the moonlight told me he was a strong man. A strong masculine aura emanated from him, and being so close and naked with such a strong man made me inexplicably flutter. This feeling had only ever occurred to me during my first embrace with my boyfriend; I never imagined it would happen with another man.

A sudden pang of guilt washed over me. I felt I had wronged my boyfriend; I shouldn't have felt this way about another man. I struggled to suppress the urge, raised my eyes, and let out a difficult sigh.

But just then, I suddenly saw his erect, throbbing penis, head held high like a rooster's, looking down at me—the prey it was about to conquer. This was the first time I, almost twenty, had ever seen a man's mature penis, and a terrifying word immediately flashed into my mind: a huge cock! My gaze instantly averted from it, my face flushed crimson with shame. I realized what was about to happen! He was ready to force me into having sex with him!

My vision blurred. Oh God, was I, a virgin, about to be raped? I was still a girl not even twenty! I couldn't resist sneaking a peek at the weapon he was about to use to hurt me: at the base of his two thick thighs, a patch of messy pubic hair glistened black, and suddenly a massive penis shot out from the middle, hard and erect, the entire shaft a full five centimeters wide and over twenty centimeters long! The rear end was submerged in the dark thicket of hair, and beneath the tangled hair, his heavy scrotum swayed between his legs. I knew there were two testicles inside, the things men use to produce sperm!

Following his thick, long penis all the way to the front, a round, engorged, and shiny glans was displayed menacingly before me. His penis was erect and proud, like a sharp spearhead! I'd heard that a man's penis becomes hard and thick before intercourse, but seeing his throbbing veins still terrified me. I knew that once it entered a young girl's vagina, that girl would undergo a fundamental change, and the virgin it was about to change was me! But how could I so innocently hand over my pure body to a complete stranger? I cried and begged him, "Please, no, please!" He leered at me and said, "Don't want what? Don't want my thing? I'll let you taste what it's like to be a real woman right away!"

I knew my pleas were useless; he would still forcefully shove that thing into my body. I could only desperately scream and kick to resist his violation, but my resistance only fueled his desire. He moved his hips down from my waist, sliding over my thighs, and finally sat heavily on my knees. My legs were now subdued, and my entire body was restrained. All my strength manifested as a slight lift of my hips and a gentle sway of my breasts, while my desperate cries only made my chest rise and fall more noticeably. Helplessly, I stopped calling for help, biting my lip with tears in my eyes.

I saw the moonlight illuminating his dark back, and below him lay my own fair, jade-like body! Our naked bodies, one dark and one white, one rough and strong, one smooth and delicate, formed a stark contrast. What a terrible mistake my beautiful figure has made! Every captivating inch of my body foreshadows the torment I will suffer.

Sure enough, the breathing of the person on top of me gradually became heavy. At first, he was so mesmerized by my body that he forgot what he was doing. "What a beauty!" I heard him exclaim. "I've never seen such a beautiful woman naked before. It's been a week since I've had sex, so I'll give you all of them tonight!" I knew what he was going to do, I knew what he was going to give me, but I couldn't do anything about it. I could only watch as he stretched out his two large hands and gently covered my two proud, erect breasts, pressing his thumbs on my nipples. His palms then began to caress my breasts, centered on those nipples. I didn't have the courage to face his lewd gaze, so I closed my eyes, bit my lip tightly, and silently endured this humiliating violation.

He seemed to know my body was pure and flawless; his movements were always so careful and gentle that I even forgot for a moment that I was being raped!

I fantasized that my alluring body aroused his tenderness and compassion. My breasts, however, reacted to his constant teasing: I felt them itching and swelling. I couldn't help but open my eyes and saw that my breasts were even fuller, round and glistening! Especially the two nipples, which were originally small and soft, were now full and firm, swollen to the size of cherries! I was astonished by the changes in my body, and through the deep cleavage, I saw a smug smile on his lips. Suddenly I understood: he wanted to arouse my desire, to make me willingly engage in the next act of intercourse with him! My aroused lust vanished instantly, and my body quickly returned to its original state.

Finally, I heard him exclaim in surprise, then murmur in admiration, "What a virtuous woman!" He finally stopped violating my breasts.

He carefully lifted his buttocks, while his hands slid back along my legs, firmly grasping my ankles and forcefully spreading them apart.

"Ah!" I cried out, trying to close my legs, but a tingling sensation in my inner thighs made me give up resisting. Then he forced his strong knees between mine, and with a forceful push like opening an umbrella, my legs were forcibly spread apart. While playing with them, he placed my ankles on either side of his round waist, making it impossible for my legs to close again, and my private area was completely exposed to the gaze of three strange men. His large hand immediately pressed against my clitoral area, which was covered with sparse, soft pubic hair, and stroked it in circles. I could feel his hands trembling with excitement. I heard him say, "You don't have much pubic hair, but it's shiny, smooth, and soft. When we start doing it, you'll feel even more stimulated than I do!"

I couldn't bear this deeper layer of shame, and tears streamed down my face. Oh God, someone help me! Ming, come save me, come save me! I cried out in my heart again and again. But the man on top of me leaned down on me terrifyingly! How could my smooth, clean body resist his rough advance? His thick upper body, like a giant axe, split my jade-like, slender legs apart, and his upper body was already touching my body. He first pressed his firm chest against my soft abdomen, then his large hand grasped my breast again, ignoring my pain and beginning to knead it savagely. I watched as my soft breasts were humiliatingly deformed under his ravaging. -- Meanwhile, his other hand guided his thick, erect penis to the juncture of my thighs.

His knee pressed hard against the base of my thighs, lifting them off the ground, forcing my legs to stretch helplessly into the air. I watched him, almost numb, as he kept his head down, fiddling with something. Suddenly, I felt a hot, hard lump of flesh pressing against the entrance of my vagina, touching my labia. I knew what it was, and I knew what it meant if it parted my labia and entered my body, but I was powerless. I remembered a line from a book: "Man is the butcher, I am the fish." Now I could only let him do as he pleased. But I was so worried. How could my narrow, tender vagina accommodate his enormous penis?

He deliberately provoked me by gently bumping the gates of my virgin territory with his thick glans. One, two, three… each thrust sent my heart pounding wildly with unbearable tension. My thighs were spread wide in humiliation, as that hard, fleshy penis defiantly pounded against my private parts. Soon, I was panting heavily, breathless with nervousness.

After teasing me relentlessly, he finally and carefully parted my tender labia with two fingers, slowly inserting his large, round glans. Waves of stinging pain made me suffer unbearably. I knew he had begun to force me into what was called sexual intercourse. Between husband and wife, it's called sex, but for me, an unmarried female college student, it was rape—he was forcibly plucking my clitoris with his huge penis.

I distinctly felt his strong penis forcefully pushing into my soft, tightly closed vagina, brazenly exploring my virginity. I could only grit my teeth and silently endure this greatest humiliation for a girl. In a daze, I only heard him say in surprise, "Still a virgin!" My heart jumped into my throat, and I took a deep breath, my heart pounding with panic—I knew his glans had already touched my hymen, the symbol of my pure maidenhood!—The final moment of my virginity had arrived. Then I heard another person next to me say,

"Of course, such a rare gem wouldn't be easily taken by ordinary mortals." "Hahahaha," "Hehehehe," lewd laughter enveloped me. The person on top of me carefully aimed and positioned himself, then finally gripped my shoulders with both hands, and looked up at me with eyes burning with lust, saying, "Let our big cock deflower you, while you're still a virgin. What else do you have to say?"

The intrusion of his thick glans had already made me grit my teeth in pain. Coupled with my youthful and proud body being exposed naked to the lewd gazes of three strange men, what could I say amidst shame and pain? Ah, I never imagined that my pure maidenhood would not be willingly offered to the man I loved on our wedding night, on a soft and warm bed, but instead, I would be helplessly and cruelly raped by a stranger in the desolate wilderness, on a cold, grassy field! My girlhood is about to end, but I am truly unwilling to say goodbye to her in this way. The intense pain inside my lower body was unbearable. I could only plead with him in my heart, "Slow down, slow down!" I was now at his gates, and his gates were wide open. If his strong glans moved forward just a little more, I would...

At this moment, I heard one of the men next to me say, "Brother always goes all the way in one go. I wonder if this beauty can handle it?" Another man said, "How could she not handle it? Boss's thing will definitely make her feel great!" I was extremely ashamed. Their constant teasing was no better than just raping me right away. I heard the man on top of me grinding his teeth; I knew he was about to lose control. His bloodshot eyes widened as he looked at me, struggling to hold his breath, and he said, with difficulty, each word distinct, "If you can...can you...can't...then...wait...until you become...a young...young woman...and then...we'll talk about it again...!" With a powerful thrust of his thick, rounded waist, he plunged inside me. The powerful force was too much for my dry, tight vagina to resist. My whole body was thrown backward, and his thick, large penis irresistibly broke through my hymen and penetrated to the root. My vagina was immediately filled with a swollen, throbbing penis. "Ahhh—" I screamed, tears welling up in my eyes. It was both pain and heartbreak. I knew that I had lost my virginity forever.

After taking my virginity, the man thrust his thick penis deep into my vagina, but it remained motionless for a while. His hands were still tightly gripping my shoulders, and his strong chest pressed roughly against my soft breasts. I saw him with his eyes closed and his head tilted back, swallowing excitedly. His Adam's apple bobbed up and down, as if he was enjoying the pleasure my warm, tight vagina gave him, or perhaps he was intoxicated by the victory of having taken the body of a beautiful female college student like me. I was just getting used to the expansion of his thick penis into my tight vagina and the rhythmic impact of his erection on the vaginal walls.

He finally calmed his breathing, looked down at me, and asked, "First time getting fucked? Was it good?" I was embarrassed by such blatant words and turned my head away shyly. The other guy asked him, "Boss, did you enjoy it?" He chuckled and continued, "Fucking this beauty is like inserting into a hot spring! Her little pussy is so soft and tight, it even sucks you in! How could it not be good? You two should try it later." Another lewd laugh passed, and I felt his penis growing even bigger, filling my vagina completely.

Before you read this article, please allow me to make a sincere declaration: I am not a casual woman. The reason I am writing about my experience is entirely out of my deep love for literature. I remember a great man saying that the development of literature is ultimately the development of erotic literature, and I want to transform my misfortune into a small contribution to the development of literature. It is unfortunate for a girl to have such an experience, but having it will make her emotions richer and more delicate. I know that this kind of article is not yet suitable for formal occasions, but I only hope that after reading it, you will relax your tired mind and body, or be inspired to cherish the good life, or perhaps even find inspiration for your own lesbian literature.

That story happened when I was a sophomore in college, and even now, thinking about it makes my heart race. I remember that summer was incredibly hot. The weather in the south is always humid and muggy. Even though the blazing sun had long since set, the heat was still intense. The girls in our performing arts department were all very clean. Every day before dinner, we had to shower in the college bathroom. After a thorough shower, we'd rush to apply all sorts of skincare products to our bodies. I didn't appreciate that deliberate effort, which resulted in a strong odor emanating from our bodies—I would only lightly rub a little floral water on myself; I liked that cool feeling.

However, as the most beautiful girl in the college, my subtle fragrance always attracted boys to crane their necks to follow my scent. Later, I earned the elegant title: "The Cool Beauty." My outstanding beauty and slender figure made many girls envious, and many boys felt ashamed of themselves, only able to cast my burning gaze at me from afar or after I passed by. I could almost feel my body enveloped in a ball of flame, the dazzling light blinding them. I secretly rejoiced at being born a woman, thanking heaven for bestowing upon me such exceptional beauty.

Behind our campus stands a majestic and beautiful mountain, a paradise for couples, where newlyweds would linger until late. The mountain is covered in lush forests and verdant grass; clear springs flow, and mist swirls around, creating a breathtaking scene. My boyfriend and I often strolled hand in hand amidst the beauty of the landscape, lost in dreams of a vibrant future. Little did I know that the most humiliating experience of my life would unfold in this picturesque setting.

That day, after class, I walked briskly out of the towering teaching building as usual. An unusual color drew my gaze westward to the horizon, where the setting sun cast a blood-red glow upon the world. I had a vague premonition that something unusual was about to happen. I shouldn't have argued with my boyfriend, and in a fit of pique, I climbed to the mountaintop alone. Ming was supposed to come find me, but he got caught up in other things. Night fell quietly, and the daytime hustle and bustle of the city gradually subsided. A light mist rose, insects chirped softly, the wind rustled through the treetops, and the moon's shadow shifted across the walls. I stood alone on the mountaintop, watching the moonlight like water and the starry sky. Below, the city lights gradually came on, glowing with a neon-red light, merging with the lights of countless homes. My heart, too, slowly brightened, and my gloomy mood quietly dissipated. "What a beautiful night!" I couldn't help but feel my heart flutter, lost in daydreams, completely forgetting the passage of time.

A midnight breeze swept by, ruffling my long hair, and a coolness seeped into my thin shirt. I realized then that I was all alone. I glanced at my watch; it was midnight. I felt a little guilty for being so impulsive. I was only wearing a strapless dress. During the day, my bare, slender arms would have made my graceful figure appear even more elegant and beautiful, but now I felt a chill. I remembered that I had a pink silk jacket in my purse. Although it was thin, it should at least protect me from the fierce, biting wind. I took it out, shook it out, and put it on. The thin silk fabric brushed against my shoulders, the gentle touch making my heart itch. I sighed softly, "Sigh, I should go back. He must be very worried if he can't find me!" I stood up, straightened my long skirt which had wrinkled from sitting, and slowly walked down the path I had come from.

The tall, straight trees of the day now stood like eerie, dark figures on both sides of the path. The chill emanating from the depths of the forest seeped into my heart, and a shiver ran through me. I instinctively hugged my arms in fear. Long skirts and high heels are unsuitable for hiking. The uneven stone steps quickly made my ankles tired and numb, while the hem of my skirt kept obstructing my view downhill. I had no choice but to gently pull up the hem of my skirt and take one difficult step at a time, like a Japanese soldier scouting for landmines in a movie. Thinking about my disheveled appearance, I couldn't help but chuckle.

As I carefully rounded the mountain stream, a gust of mountain wind suddenly swept in front of me, making the tassels and sash of my skirt flutter wildly. The hem of my skirt swung open, and a few restless strands of embroidery broke free from their hairpins and danced in the air. Just as I was about to raise my hand to straighten myself, a pair of strong arms suddenly grabbed me from behind and hugged me around the waist; a tall figure jumped out in front of me and covered my mouth and nose with a towel that smelled pungent! Caught off guard, I opened my eyes wide in surprise and took a deep breath. The strong drug successfully invaded my body, and my consciousness immediately became blurred. The dark figure in front of me began to float like ripples on water as everything in front of me changed. The lewd laughter that had been ringing in my ears seemed to gradually fade away and disappear. I suddenly had no strength left and slowly went limp...

There were three people who had robbed me. They carried me down the mountain, stuffed me into a car, and drove wildly towards the suburbs. When I woke up, it was already too late. It was pitch black outside; the neon streetlights of the city were gone. All I could hear was the screeching of car wheels on the pavement. Inside the car, the stench of sweat and alcohol was overwhelming. I was lying on my back on the laps of two men sitting side by side, barefoot and bare-shouldered, my clothes open, four arms groping me wantonly. I noticed that my coat had been pulled down to my elbows, revealing my snow-white arms. The thin, tight dress I was wearing underneath was cool and showed off my satin-like figure during the day, but now, touching it felt as real as touching my skin. The potent drug left me weak and listless, and the two men's wanton violation of my body filled me with unbearable shame. Later, the car drove into a secluded forest on the outskirts of the city. The uneven road caused the car to bounce violently, followed by the screeching of the thick weeds against the car doors. My heart pounded—I knew I had been taken deep into the woods. I dared not, and had no time to, think about what was about to happen; everything felt like a dream.

As soon as the car stopped, I was dragged out and thrown onto the grass. Two men pounced on me, pinning me to the ground and forcibly positioning me on my back. They each held one of my wrists tightly to the ground, and my long, flowing hair cascaded down my shoulders. I heard my earrings tap against a small pebble, making a tinkling sound. The cool grass brushed against my neck. In the chaos, a tall figure swiftly straddled my slender waist. I stared at the man on top of me in terror, unsure of what he was going to do. I saw his burning gaze fixed on my chest, his eyes filled with an uncontrollable, intense excitement.

After scrutinizing me for a moment, his two large hands swiftly reached around my neck, grabbed my collar, and ripped open my pink coat. I clearly heard the buttons being torn off one after another with a series of "bangs." He simply pulled the entire torn coat out from under me and threw it far away.

My green dress underneath was a tight-fitting corset, and the lying position made my already full breasts even more prominent. I could see the thin, snow-white lace of my bra peeking out from under the dress. A wave of panic washed over me, and my instinct to cover myself made me want to use my hands to cover myself, but my wrists were firmly held down. For the first time, my usually proud, graceful, and alluring figure was unwillingly displayed to someone else. I saw his eyes, gleaming with a predatory light, stare at my firm breasts, mesmerized, forgetting to close my mouth. Finally, I managed to swallow hard, then heard his almost scream of admiration: "Truly a great beauty! Tonight we're going to be living the high life!" I didn't understand what he was saying, but then I saw his large hands reach down to my chin again, grabbing the bodice of my dress and ripping it open. With a sharp tearing sound, a cool sensation instantly enveloped my entire body—my dress had been ripped in two from top to bottom, revealing my creamy white, high-waisted bra and tight panties to the three men.

"Ah, no!" I cried out, my shock and fear turning into intense humiliation. I saw him continue reaching out, intending to remove the last bit of clothing covering me. "Let us see what you look like naked!" he said with a lewd grin. "No," "Please," "No!" I struggled and screamed desperately, kicking my legs behind him, but it was no use in stopping his further violation. His large hands roughly slipped under my armpits and into my lower body, caressing my smooth, clean back, carefully searching for the bra clasp. His upper body was almost pressed against mine, and I could see his strong chest heaving deeply as his hands roamed my back. Then I felt the tight bra suddenly loosen. But his hands continued along my back, sliding down my waist, and then he grabbed my panties and roughly pulled them down my buttocks…

By the time I was forcibly stripped naked, the effects of the drug and the struggle had left me utterly exhausted. Watching the man on top of me tremble as he began to remove his clothes, I suddenly realized that my beautiful face and alluring figure had aroused his intense primal desires, especially since I was naked. He quickly stripped himself completely naked. His dark skin and the sheen of his muscular upper body in the moonlight told me he was a strong man. The intense masculine aura emanating from him was overwhelming. Being so close and naked with a strong man made me inexplicably waver. This feeling had only ever occurred to me during my first embrace with my boyfriend; I never imagined it would happen with another man.

A sudden pang of guilt washed over me. I felt I had wronged my boyfriend; I shouldn't have felt this way about another man. I tried to suppress the urge, raised my eyes, and let out a difficult sigh.

But then, I suddenly saw his erect, throbbing penis, head held high like a rooster, surveying me from above—the prey it was about to conquer. This was the first time I, nearing twenty, had ever seen a man's mature penis, and a terrifying word immediately flashed into my mind: a huge cock! My gaze instantly averted from that thing, my face flushed crimson with shame. I realized what was about to happen! He was ready to force me into having sex with him!

My vision blurred. Oh God, was I, a virgin, about to be violated? I was still a girl not even twenty! I couldn't help but steal glances at the weapon he was about to use to hurt me: between two thick thighs, a patch of messy pubic hair glistened with black oil, and suddenly protruding from the middle was an enormous penis, hard and erect, the entire shaft at least five centimeters wide and over twenty centimeters long! The end was submerged in dark bushes, and beneath the tangled pubic hair, his heavy scrotum dangled between his legs, swaying precariously. I knew there were two testicles inside, the organs men use to produce sperm!

Following his thick, long penis all the way to the front, a round, engorged, and glistening glans was displayed menacingly before me. The entire penis was proud and imposing, a veritable sharp spearhead! I had heard that a man's penis becomes hard and thick before intercourse, but seeing his throbbing veins still terrified me. I knew that once it entered a young girl's vagina, that girl would undergo a fundamental change, and the virgin it was about to change was me! But how could I so innocently hand over my body to a man I didn't even know? I cried and begged him, "Please, no, please!" He leered at me and said, "Don't want what? Don't want my thing? I'll let you taste what it's like to be a real woman right away!"

I knew my pleas were useless; he would still force his thing into my body. I could only desperately cry out and kick to resist his violation, but my resistance only fueled his desire. He moved his hips down from my waist, sliding over my thighs, and finally sat heavily on my knees. My legs were now subdued, and my entire body was restrained. All my strength manifested as a slight lift of my hips and a gentle sway of my breasts, while my desperate cries only made my chest rise and fall more noticeably. Helplessly, I stopped calling for help, biting my lip with tears in my eyes.

I saw the moonlight illuminating his dark back, and below him lay my own fair, jade-like body! Our naked bodies, one dark and one white, one rough and strong, one smooth and delicate, formed a stark contrast. What a terrible mistake my beautiful figure has made! Every captivating inch of my body foreshadows the torment I will suffer.

Sure enough, the breathing of the person on top of me gradually became heavy. At first, he was so mesmerized by my body that he forgot what he was doing. "What a beauty!" I heard him exclaim. "I've never seen such a beautiful woman naked before. It's been a week since I've had sex, so I'll give you all of them tonight!" I knew what he was going to do, I knew what he was going to give me, but I couldn't do anything about it. I could only watch as he stretched out his two large hands and gently covered my two proud, erect breasts, pressing his thumbs on my nipples. His palms then began to caress my breasts, centered on those nipples. I didn't have the courage to face his lewd gaze, so I closed my eyes, bit my lip tightly, and silently endured this humiliating violation.

He seemed to know my body was pure and flawless; his movements were always so careful and gentle that I even forgot for a moment that I was being raped!

I fantasized that my alluring body aroused his tenderness and compassion. My breasts, however, reacted to his constant teasing: I felt them itching and swelling. I couldn't help but open my eyes and saw that my breasts were even fuller, round and glistening! Especially the two nipples, which were originally small and soft, were now full and firm, swollen to the size of cherries! I was astonished by the changes in my body, and through the deep cleavage, I saw a smug smile on his lips. Suddenly I understood: he wanted to arouse my desire, to make me willingly engage in the next act of intercourse with him! My aroused lust vanished instantly, and my body quickly returned to its original state.

Finally, I heard him exclaim in surprise, then murmur in admiration, "What a virtuous woman!" He finally stopped violating my breasts.

He carefully lifted his buttocks, while his hands slid back along my legs, firmly grasping my ankles and forcefully spreading them apart.

"Ah!" I cried out, trying to close my legs, but a tingling sensation in my inner thighs made me give up resisting. Then he forced his strong knees between mine, and with a forceful push like opening an umbrella, my legs were forcibly spread apart. While playing with them, he placed my ankles on either side of his round waist, making it impossible for my legs to close again, and my private area was completely exposed to the gaze of three strange men. His large hand immediately pressed against my clitoral area, which was covered with sparse, soft pubic hair, and stroked it in circles. I could feel his hands trembling with excitement. I heard him say, "You don't have much pubic hair, but it's shiny, smooth, and soft. When we start doing it, you'll feel even more stimulated than I do!"

I couldn't bear this deeper layer of shame, and tears streamed down my face. Oh God, someone help me! Ming, come save me, come save me! I cried out in my heart again and again. But the man on top of me leaned down on me terrifyingly! How could my smooth, clean body resist his rough advance? His thick upper body, like a giant axe, split my jade-like, slender legs apart, and his upper body was already touching my body. He first pressed his firm chest against my soft abdomen, then his large hand grasped my breast again, ignoring my pain and beginning to knead it savagely. I watched as my soft breasts were humiliatingly deformed under his ravaging. -- Meanwhile, his other hand guided his thick, erect penis to the juncture of my thighs.

His knee pressed hard against the base of my thighs, lifting them off the ground, forcing my legs to stretch helplessly into the air. I watched him, almost numb, as he kept his head down, fiddling with something. Suddenly, I felt a hot, hard lump of flesh pressing against the entrance of my vagina, touching my labia. I knew what it was, and I knew what it meant if it parted my labia and entered my body, but I was powerless. I remembered a line from a book: "Man is the butcher, I am the fish." Now I could only let him do as he pleased. But I was so worried. How could my narrow, tender vagina accommodate his enormous penis?

He deliberately provoked me by gently bumping the gates of my virgin territory with his thick glans. One, two, three… each impact sent my heart pounding wildly with unbearable tension. My thighs were spread wide in humiliation, as that hard, fleshy rod defiantly pounded against my private parts. Soon I was panting heavily, so nervous I could hardly breathe.

After teasing me relentlessly, he finally and carefully parted my delicate labia with two fingers, slowly inserting his large, round glans. Waves of sharp pain made me suffer unbearably. I knew he was forcing me into what was called sexual intercourse. Between husband and wife, it's called sexual intercourse, but for me, an unmarried female college student, it was rape—his large penis forcibly penetrating my clitoris.

I could clearly feel his strong penis forcefully pushing into my soft, tightly closed vagina, wantonly desecrating my virginity. I could only grit my teeth and silently endure this greatest humiliation for a girl. In a daze, I only heard him say in surprise, "Still a virgin!" My heart jumped into my throat. I took a deep breath nervously, my heart pounding with panic—I knew his glans had touched my hymen, the symbol of my pure virginity!—The final moment of my virginity had arrived. Then I heard another person next to me say,

"Of course, such a rare gem wouldn't be easily taken by ordinary mortals." "Hahahaha," "Hehehehe," lewd laughter enveloped me. The person on top of me carefully aimed and positioned himself, then finally gripped my shoulders with both hands, and looked up at me with eyes burning with lust, saying, "Let our big cock deflower you, while you're still a virgin. What else do you have to say?"

The intrusion of his thick glans had already made me grit my teeth in pain. Coupled with my youthful and proud body being exposed naked to the lewd gazes of three strange men, what could I say amidst shame and pain? Ah, I never imagined that my pure maidenhood would not be willingly offered to the man I loved on our wedding night, on a soft and warm bed, but instead, I would be helplessly and cruelly raped by a stranger in the desolate wilderness, on a cold, grassy field! My girlhood is about to end, but I am truly unwilling to say goodbye to her in this way. The intense pain inside my lower body was unbearable. I could only plead with him in my heart, "Slow down, slow down!" I was now at his gates, and his gates were wide open. If his strong glans moved forward just a little more, I would...

At this moment, I heard one of the men next to me say, "Brother always goes all the way in one go. I wonder if this beauty can handle it?" Another man said, "How could she not handle it? Boss's thing will definitely make her feel great!" I was extremely ashamed. Their constant teasing was no better than just raping me right away. I heard the man on top of me grinding his teeth; I knew he was about to lose control. His bloodshot eyes widened as he looked at me, struggling to hold his breath, and he said, with difficulty, each word distinct, "If you can...can you...can't...then...wait...until you become...a young...young woman...and then...we'll talk about it again...!" With a powerful thrust of his thick, rounded waist, he plunged inside me. The powerful force was too much for my dry, tight vagina to resist. My whole body was thrown backward, and his thick, large penis irresistibly broke through my hymen and penetrated to the root. My vagina was immediately filled with a swollen, throbbing penis. "Ahhh—" I screamed, tears welling up in my eyes. It was both pain and heartbreak. I knew that I had lost my virginity forever.

After taking my virginity, the man thrust his thick penis deep into my vagina, but it remained motionless for a while. His hands were still tightly gripping my shoulders, and his strong chest pressed roughly against my soft breasts. I saw him with his eyes closed and his head tilted back, swallowing excitedly. His Adam's apple bobbed up and down, as if he was enjoying the pleasure my warm, tight vagina gave him, or perhaps he was intoxicated by the victory of having taken the body of a beautiful female college student like me. I was just getting used to the expansion of his thick penis into my tight vagina and the rhythmic impact of his erection on the vaginal walls.

He finally calmed his breathing, looked down at me, and asked, "First time getting fucked? Was it good?" I was embarrassed by such blatant words and turned my head away shyly. The other guy asked him, "Boss, did you enjoy it?" He chuckled and continued, "Fucking this beauty is like inserting into a hot spring! Her little pussy is so soft and tight, it even sucks you in! How could it not be good? You two should try it later." Another lewd laugh passed, and I felt his penis growing even bigger, filling my vagina completely.

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