The Degradation of a Prostitute

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Hello everyone, my name is Jiajia, I'm 24 years old, and I just graduated from university a year ago. You can call my job
whatever ; I've been selling my body for over two years now, and I'm used to all sorts of insults and sexual assault from men
. But I want to say that I was forced into this situation.

In university, I was no different from other girls—youthful, beautiful, and innocent
. Actually, I was quite conservative; I had a decent figure and looks, and many boys pursued me.
But I didn't officially start a relationship with my first boyfriend until my sophomore year, and I lost my virginity two months later. The first time was
painful, but also filled with happiness. My boyfriend's strong body and a whole night of passion made me realize for the first time that
being a woman could be so enjoyable. But no one expected this happiness to be so short-lived;
everything changed a few months later.

It was at the beginning of my junior year. I was taking the train back from my hometown, while my boyfriend wouldn't be back to school for two days
. Unfortunately, the train was delayed that day; it was supposed to leave at 8 pm, but it didn't arrive until almost 11 pm. It was past 11 PM when I came
out of the station. Although it was September, I
felt a slight chill in my skin despite wearing denim shorts and a t-shirt.

I called my boyfriend, and he suggested I stay overnight near the train station and go back to school the next day. But I was worried about
the cost of accommodation; a taxi ride usually only costs around 50 yuan, while a hotel would cost at least 100 or 200 yuan, so taking a taxi back to school seemed more reasonable. However
, it was so late, and as soon as the taxi drivers heard I was going to a university in the suburbs, they started charging exorbitant prices, ranging from
80 or 90 yuan to as much as 150 yuan – they were ripping me off without batting an eye.

I was both anxious and angry, standing there not knowing what to do. Suddenly, I noticed a young man with
a buzz cut looking me up and down in the distance. When our eyes met, he approached me. He whispered that he could take
me there because his home was near my school, and it would be convenient to go home that way; he only needed to pay me 60 yuan
. I was really touched and, without thinking much, quickly thanked him and went with him.

The man
with
the buzz cut led me through a maze of turns to a dark little parking lot. I was stunned when I saw his car—a small, dilapidated van. I'd assumed it was a taxi, but it turned out to be an unlicensed vehicle. With a bang , he forcefully pulled open the van door and beckoned me to get in. I hesitated, but it was already
past midnight, and I had no other choice. Plus, the man
seemed , so I gritted my teeth and got in.

Once inside, the man was busy texting while driving, chatting idly with me.
His voice was actually quite pleasant, and his conversation seemed genuine, so I gradually relaxed.
About halfway through the drive, he suddenly said he needed to pick up a friend and asked if I minded. I was
a little hesitant, considering I was a young woman alone late at night. But I didn't say anything, and he took it as consent.

As soon as his friend got in the car, I regretted it. His friend didn't look like a good person at all. A
burly, bald, middle-aged man, wearing baggy shorts and a tank top that revealed large tattoos, exuding a strong
sense of gangsterism and reeking of alcohol. The bald man plopped down in the passenger seat, glanced at me, and his eyes were like knives
, making me tremble with fear. Fortunately, the bald man didn't talk to me, but turned to chat with the crew-cut guy,
otherwise I would have been scared to death.

The car returned to its original route, but the two men's conversation was getting more and more off track. The crew-cut guy
kept calling the bald guy "brother," praising him in every way, while the bald guy recounted his
experiences in a boastful tone. He talked about being out for only three months, teaching so-and-so a lesson, chopping off hands and feet, and how killing one was enough, killing
two would be a profit. It made my skin crawl, and I shrank back, not daring to make a sound.

The two men talked louder and louder. The bald man would occasionally turn around and ask me what I thought, and even showed
me a tattoo on his arm that I couldn't understand. I didn't dare look closely, and I didn't dare say anything, only mumbling in response
. Just then, the man with the crew cut suddenly turned the car from the main road onto a small dirt road in the suburbs.
I panicked immediately, my mind went blank, and I stammered, asking him what was going on. The man with the crew cut calmly
said that he was taking his older brother home, that he would be there soon, and told me not to be afraid.

However, the car didn't drive to a populated area, but instead drove into a cornfield and stopped.
By this time I was sweating profusely, clutching my phone and backpack tightly, my body trembling uncontrollably. Before
I could even ask a question, the bald man turned to me and asked, "Little sister, how old are you?" I was stunned, not knowing what he meant
.

Seeing that I didn't answer, the bald man suddenly shouted, "I fucking asked you how old you are, are you fucking deaf?!" This
scared me so much that my soul almost left my body, my mind went blank, and I could only subconsciously reply in a tearful voice, "2
...21." They seemed to enjoy my frightened state and burst into laughter.

The honey badger then asked me, "Little sister, do you have a boyfriend?" By this time, I was too scared to speak.
My breath was coming in ragged gasps, and I felt like my heart was going to jump out of my chest. I could only nod stiffly. Seeing me
nod suddenly became very unhappy. "Damn, I thought I'd picked up a

virgin! I knew she was a slut!" The honey badger, on the other hand, tried to persuade the bald man, "Brother, what's the point of a virgin? She can't even scream, all she knows is pain
. A slut is much more fun to fuck." Hearing this, I immediately tried to open the car door, wanting to jump out and escape. However,
the sliding door was too difficult to open. When I finally managed to open the door, the bald man was already standing in the doorway, completely blocking me
.

He shoved me back into the car, then got into the back seat and slammed the door shut. I huddled tightly
on the other side of the seat, pushing and kicking him while begging them for mercy, crying and pleading for them to let me go. But what
was the use?

The bald man tried to touch me and hug me several times, but I resisted each time. Enraged, he pounced on me,
pinning me down and slapping me twice across the face. The blows made me dizzy and saw stars, my cheeks
burning with pain. The next moment, I felt a cold, sharp touch on my flushed cheeks. The bald man turned
and brandished a gleaming machete in front of me. I closed my eyes. That's it,

I guess I'll just have to accept my fate. What happened next is easy to guess.

The bald man, reeking of alcohol, was on top of me, his hands groping my body, his
breath reeking of alcohol, kissing me indiscriminately while spewing vulgarities—things like "big boobs," "soft face," "
those white legs feel fucking good," and asking how many men had slept with my slut. The bald man stood by...
They coaxed the bald man, asking how it felt to touch me, whether it was better than Xiaoli's, and whether it was bigger and softer than Jingjing's
.

Their every move disgusted me, and besides whispering pleas for mercy, I dared not
resist anymore, not even daring to say more, for fear of angering them and losing my life.

Seeing that I was behaving a little, the bald man reached out and ripped off my denim shorts and t-shirt, leaving me only
in my pink lace panties and bra. Those were new clothes I'd bought, intending to surprise my boyfriend. The bald man
became very excited upon seeing this, rubbing and touching my bra and panties. I tried to block him, but
he slapped me twice more, shouting even louder insults, "Fuck you, female college students are so
different, so high-class, much more fun than that slut Jingjing!" The man with the buzz cut turned around from the driver's seat and reached into
my bra, groping me as he did so. He exclaimed, "Holy crap, this feel, this size, this elasticity, top-notch!
Brother , this chick's tits are worth eight hundred, haha!" The two of them lewdly laughed, kneading and squeezing me
even more vigorously.

Their kneading hurt a little, and I couldn't help but let out a couple of soft moans. The bald man, hearing this, yelled again, "Holy crap, this little
slut's noise ! Come on, let me hear how you moan!" He then got up, pulled off his shorts and underwear,
and with a swift movement, stripped me completely naked, spreading my legs wide. I knew what was coming was finally here
.

The bald man held my thighs, adjusting his position a few times. I could feel his penis already pressing against
my opening. The next moment I screamed because his penetration was too forceful, showing
no . He brute forcefully pushed his thing into my not-so-wet opening.

The feeling reminded me of when I lost my virginity. But my boyfriend's thing wasn't as big as the bald man's, and
his movements , I experienced a mix of pain and pleasure. In contrast, the bald man's thing didn't bring me any
pleasure, just pure pain.

But my painful moans only excited the bald man more. He bent over and straddled me, his hands around my
shoulders, pressing down on me like a drunken, fat pig, thrusting and pounding. His heavy breathing, mixed with the stench of
alcohol When I opened my eyes, I saw his fierce, ugly face covered in a lewd grin. I
had been violated by such a man.

Although I was being brutally and savagely raped by the bald man, and my heart was filled with a thousand unwillingnesses, my body still instinctively
reacted. With his movements, I could feel my vagina becoming a little more lubricated. This made the bald man's
thrusting smoother, and I felt less pain. The bald man probably sensed this too, and his movements
became increasingly vigorous, biting and playing with my breasts while thrusting faster and harder.

I gritted my teeth and persevered, hoping this was just a nightmare and would end quickly. But things didn't go as planned. The bald
man fucked me for a very, very long time—I don't know the exact duration, but it was definitely much longer than my boyfriend's. He fucked me until I was completely
exhausted and couldn't hold on any longer, leaving me with no last bit of resistance. One leg was on the back of the seat, the other was pinned down by the bald man, my toes dangling in the air, swaying weakly

with his thrusts, my vagina completely open, accepting the violation of his member. I could feel how thick his thing was, the friction of it going in and out of my body was intense, but I didn't feel any pleasure. I don't know how long it went on, but the guy with the crew cut urged him to hurry up. The bald man then fucked me even more violently, making the whole car shake. No woman could withstand such vigorous fucking. Instinctively, I grabbed his shoulders and cried out. With each cry, the bald man fucked faster and faster, suddenly roaring as he thrust his thing deep inside me. I screamed "No! No!" and tried desperately to push him away, but it was all in vain. He held me down tightly; I couldn't move at all, only able to spread my legs and receive everything he did. I could feel his thing throbbing a few times deep inside me, then spurting a few times. I knew he was finished, and with him, my past life was over. The bald man, panting heavily, lay motionless on top of me. After a while, he slowly pulled his thing out, and a warm stream flowed from my vagina , down to my buttocks and the cushion. After pulling out, he squeezed my breasts a few times, cursing swearing, "This slut was fucked so fucking good!" The bald guy had just stepped out of the car, and before I could even get up to tidy myself up, the crew-cut guy rushed in. My legs were spread wide , still in the position I'd just been penetrated, when he thrust into me again. I don't know if it was because his penis was the right , or because I was wet enough, but his penetration was much more comfortable; the deeper penetration even gave me a slightly tingling sensation. The crew-cut guy thrust all the way in, yelling "So tight, so good!" a few times, then grabbed my breasts and started fucking me. The crew-cut guy's thrusts were rhythmic, each stroke hitting my clitoris, making me moan uncontrollably . I never thought I could experience pleasure from being raped. But the sensations in my body weren't fake; with each thrust, the pleasure in my lower body grew stronger. My body unconsciously responded to the crew-cut guy's movements, and my moans became increasingly lewd and seductive. I felt incredibly ashamed; how could I have gotten pleasure from him? But at this point, I had no more pretense of modesty. One or two men were the same thing; what else could I do but take it? Unlike the bald man, the honey badger didn't just brutally fuck me. He kept changing the rhythm of his thrusts, constantly stimulating my sensitive spots with his mouth and hands. My nipples, ears, neck, thighs, clitoris— everywhere felt so good. For a moment, I actually felt something for him, and suddenly wanted him to keep fucking me. I even reached out and hugged him, and he responded with even more vigor. In his continuous thrusting, I experienced my first car sex orgasm, and also my first rape orgasm . I felt my body was more sensitive than with my boyfriend, and my vaginal contractions were stronger. With the surge of orgasm, I couldn't help but cry out, my legs tightly wrapped around the honey badger's waist, my vagina fully welcoming his thrusts. The honey badger couldn't hold back either, holding me tightly, thrusting dozens of times, finally letting out a low growl as he deeply injected his hot semen into me. Everything returned to calm. After a quick clean-up, they drove me back to the main road. Baldy originally intended to abandon me in this desolate cornfield, but after my pleas and Baldy's persuasion, he changed his mind.

They offered to take me near the school, on the condition that I not call the police or tell anyone.

On the way back, the two men were still discussing how they felt about gang-raping me, occasionally touching me
. I, however, was completely numb, staring blankly out the window, feeling no fear at all. It
all like a dream, as if it had never happened to me.

Suddenly, a slam on the brakes pulled me back to reality. I stared blankly as the man with the flathead turned the car around, not even
asking what they were doing. A moment later, the car was back in the cornfield.

This time, they dragged me out of the car, pulled me to the headlights, pulled my shorts and underwear to the ground, my shirt and bra
up to my shoulders, and then, bent over with my buttocks sticking out, they raped me again, one in front and one behind. Their two
penises alternately manipulated my vagina and mouth, sometimes roughly and savagely, sometimes gently and pleasurably.
I completely broke down during this repeated rape.

I can't remember how many times I was raped or how long it lasted. I only remember that it was already bright when it was all over
. My mouth was full of the taste of semen, semen kept flowing from my vagina, my underwear and bra were torn
, and my clothes and body were covered in semen and mud.

Finally, they dumped me a little distance from the school gate. Before leaving, they threatened me, saying they would kill me if I dared
to tell anyone . I didn't dare to make a sound and just kept nodding. After they drove away, I squatted
by the roadside and cried loudly for a long time.

For the next few months, I didn't tell anyone about it, not even my classmates, teachers, boyfriend, or
best friend. I tried my best to pretend that nothing had happened. The only difference was that every time I had sex with my boyfriend,
I would cry uncontrollably. When my boyfriend asked, I would say it was because the orgasm was too good and too exciting, and slowly
he believed me. I thought that as long as I could endure it, it would all pass sooner or later, but I didn't expect that this was
just the .

As winter break approached, I was busy reviewing for my final exams. Suddenly, an unknown number
called . I answered the phone, and the moment the other person spoke, I froze, my body feeling as if I were naked in the dead of winter.
It was the voice of the man with the flathead. He calmly stated my name, class, and student ID, telling me to come to the school gate to see him right away
. I begged him, pleading for him to let me go. But he only said that if I didn't come in 10 minutes, he would come in to find me.

Across the street from the school gate, there was that same dilapidated van. I lowered my head, covered my face with my hat, and
quickly walked to the van. As soon as I got in, the van started moving. Before I could even ask him what he wanted, he threw me a
cell phone. When I opened it, I was stunned. Inside were photos and videos of them gang-raping me. I
scrolled through them one by one, tears streaming down my face.

There were pictures of me being fucked by the bald man in the van, of me being gang-raped by two men while my ass was sticking out in front of the headlights
, of me kneeling on the ground licking their penises, and of me calling them "daddy" with semen in my mouth.
As I watched, I suddenly laughed. The video showed me as such a slut. Gang-raped,
yet I served their huge penises more enthusiastically than when I served my boyfriend. Zhao Jiayi, Zhao Jiayi, I never imagined
I was such a slut.

Suddenly, the car stopped. I looked up and saw a brightly lit nightclub. The guy with the crew cut laughed and
said, "It's a waste for such a top-quality slut like you to be in school. Come on, let me show you some fun. You
'll thank me later."

I followed him blankly into the nightclub, into a private room deep inside. As soon as the door opened, I saw five men and one woman
sitting . To be precise, a curvaceous woman was lying across the laps of five men, her already
scant clothing now disheveled and barely covering her. What was admirable was that while several large hands were groping and kneading her body
, she still managed to hold the microphone and sing.

What followed was so natural. Bottles of beer were churned down, clothes were stripped off
, large hands groped my body, and penises took turns penetrating me. The man with the flathead bragdred about the gang
rape, further fueling their lust and savagery. The sofa, the coffee table, the floor, the
bathroom . It wasn't until noon the next day, when I was lying naked and
covered in semen on the sofa, unconscious, that Jingjing woke me. By the way, Jingjing was the
woman .

That night, I not only received the semen of six men, but also a bill of over 10,000 yuan, and
a child in my belly of unknown father. If it weren't for Sister Li from the nightclub helping me and making Jingjing my colleague, I
really wouldn't know what to do. Women, you know, get used to being fucked so many times. Now Jingjing still often tells customers about
that day's experience. Every time she finishes telling a customer, the customer can't help but call me over, insisting that I
tell . Every time I get halfway through my story, the customer's dick is already inside me. Oh well, that means I can earn a little more
money.

Alright, I'll talk about the rest later. That slut Jingjing is calling me again. Ugh, I only rested for half an hour
. That bitch can get fucked by herself, but she wants to drag me along. Oh, by the way, gentlemen, don't just listen to me
, remember to come and support me! Jiajia, number 8, is always at your service~

[The End]

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