The experience of being ravaged

My name is Ding Shuhan. I used to be a reserved girl. When I was in my second year of high school, my family got into trouble with the underworld. The entanglement was endless. One of the gang leaders had long coveted me and wanted me as compensation. As a result, I was sexually assaulted and forced to become his girlfriend and live with him. He wasn't usually very rough with me, but he sexually tormented me relentlessly, causing me unbearable suffering. A shy girl like me was subjected to all sorts of physical abuse, and he forced me to cooperate. In the beginning, it was incredibly shameful. Sometimes, after he finished with me, I really 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'm their only daughter. If I died, how would my parents live the rest of their lives? I had to keep living. One day they would need me to take care of

them. After enduring those initial days… I slowly got used to it. And so I lost all sense of shame. Forget being a girl, I had no basic human dignity. His methods became more and more varied and sophisticated, but I endured it all. Living under his tyranny, I rarely had a chance to go home. My parents missed me terribly. Just thinking about how I was suffering made them cry uncontrollably. But how could they know what I was going through? They were powerless to help, and that was all they could do. They still supported me through high school, hoping that one day I could escape the clutches of the underworld.

I remember at the beginning, he made me do deep throat. That kind of unforgettable humiliation stemmed from my girlish modesty. Later, he started anal sex. That excruciating pain made me unable to walk for a whole day, so I had to skip school. Before, in 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 had long, flowing hair and was 163 cm tall. I like wearing white, glamorous dresses. I have a pretty good figure and pay attention to my appearance. Unfortunately, I can only maintain this image at school. Back home, I face torment and shame. From that time on, to keep my cohabitation a secret and to stay in school, I cut off all my friends, becoming a withdrawn and extremely introverted girl. Life was truly unbearable. I had to hide from everyone's gaze. Walking home from school felt like being 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 criticism 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 spill thick semen on my food and force me to eat it. The worst part was that he would often torture me on weekends, especially enjoying venting his lust on my anus to keep me clean and prevent the discharge of waste. He would often starve me for a day before doing anything to me. He would clean my genitals before making his move. He not only made me act shy and groan in pain during the process, but also required me to cooperate 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 a brutal beating.

I can't remember how I endured it until today. Many forms of torment have become indifferent, even forgotten. But some things will be indelible memories for my entire life. Only by facing them can I have the courage to face the future.

I remember one night he took me to a dance. Before leaving, he starved me for a day, emptied my bowels, and then did it to my anus. That lasted a long time, leaving me numb and sore for a long time. After he finished, he took his toothbrush and slowly inserted it into my anus. Part of the brush was inside, completely submerged, with only a thin string remaining outside for later removal. After that... He then shoved a 20-centimeter-long vibrating sty into my mouth, all the way down to the back of my throat. It was quite thin and very soft. He forced me to swallow it. I tried my best. At first, it was very uncomfortable. I gagged repeatedly as soon as it reached the back of my throat. However, since I hadn't eaten, what I vomited was mostly acid, and it made my eyes water uncontrollably. He became impatient, shoved 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. I looked at him pitifully, but I knew pleading wouldn't work, so I opened my mouth. "You can't even swallow something this small!! If you can't swallow it later, you won't get any food tomorrow!!" I nodded. Then he inserted it again. This time, the position was adjusted; my throat and esophagus were straight, so it was easier for the object to enter. I swallowed large gulps of saliva. After a few times, he suddenly pushed it in. A cool sensation reached the back of my throat. Then I watched helplessly as the 20-centimeter-long plastic dildo slowly sank into my mouth. I knew it was already down my throat, and going deeper and deeper. I was terrified. I wanted to vomit but couldn't. My throat hurt terribly. I just hoped he would finish quickly and give me a moment's rest. He simulated thrusting, moving his penis in and out of my throat. Several times the penis slipped out, forcing me to swallow it a few more times. He tormented me for several minutes before stopping and removing it. I was in so much pain I couldn't make a sound.

He then used another, thicker penis, spread it wide across my thighs, and inserted it into my vagina. I couldn't imagine how this 20-centimeter-long, slightly thicker electric dildo could fit completely into my lower body. After inserting it, he turned it on and vibrated it. The power lasted for two hours. Then he found a small hair clip, 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 orifices in my lower body were filled with things. He said he would remove them after the dance. I was terrified and cried. Go to the party with these things inside me?! But I did whatever he said. There was no resistance. I could only endure his torment.

Afterwards, he put a sanitary napkin on me to prevent my bodily fluids from leaking out. Then he helped me put on a menstrual belt and told me to get dressed myself. When I moved around, I realized how unbearable the feeling was in my lower body. The toothbrush head was piercing the sensitive inner wall of my anus, almost making me scream. My vagina was vibrating and felt wet. Within minutes, the secretions had probably soaked through the sanitary napkin. I wore a pretty pink shirt and a long, flowing white dress that accentuated my breasts. This is my favorite outfit. Then, as he asked, I put on light makeup, some jewelry, and a pair of off-white high heels.

Before leaving, he stroked my long, soft hair. He told me, "Perform well. Don't disappoint me." I obediently nodded.

Once outside, I realized this was the beginning of torture. Even slight movement made my lower body very uncomfortable, especially sitting in the car. Every little bump on the road caused something to press against me, and I couldn't help but moan softly several times. I dared not sit still, having to prop myself up slightly with my hands. It was a difficult journey to my destination. At the dance, I had to socialize with others, forcing smiles and conversation. I don't know how I endured it. Some of his superiors invited me to dance. Luckily, this was a relatively upscale place, and we danced a slow dance. At least I could awkwardly and reluctantly maintain my composure. If it were any other time when his buddies went to a dance hall, I think I would have fainted after a couple of moves. Afterwards, I remained seated, afraid to move around. Less than half an hour later, I felt the end of a toothbrush piercing deep into my lower abdomen, causing intense pain. My penis was pressing painfully against my uterus. The hairpin was okay, just a little stinging at the beginning of penetration at home. After that, nothing much happened. Who could believe that beneath my beautiful exterior, so many shameful secrets were hidden? He kept glancing at me, and seemed extremely satisfied when he saw my forced smile. Time passed 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 was desperate to urinate. Although I hadn't eaten, I had drunk water, and I had only urinated once that day. 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. We went into the toilet together. I sat on the toilet, and he lifted my legs high so he could watch me urinate. After a while, I finally felt relief down there. A thin trickle of urine began to flow. The hairpin came out with it. Waves of pain washed over me. My vision blurred with tears. The hairpin had probably worn down the walls of my urethra. The flow continued intermittently for a long time. Sometimes he would put his head down to my genitals and lick my fresh urine.

"Very good. Now. Let's get rid of the toothbrush too!!!!!!!!!"

I strained as hard as I could. I strained. Actually, I could barely feel anything in my anus anymore, but I could still feel the toothbrush slowly being expelled. I was too ashamed to open my eyes, but I knew the toothbrush head was out. The most difficult part was over. After that, it went much easier. Finally, it fell into the toilet. I gasped for breath, weak and powerless. I hadn't eaten all day, and with tonight's torment, I was completely exhausted. "Can I have some water?" I pleaded helplessly.

He unbuckled his belt, revealing his enormous pubic hair, which he held close to my face. "Drink my water if you want!"

I opened my mouth, lifted my head, and leaned closer to his genitals. He ejaculated. The warm liquid hit 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 the water was still quite a bit, his urine didn't smell too strong. I forced myself to drink some, then just cooperated, my mouth slightly open. I think my posture and expression aroused his intense desire. Seeing that I stopped drinking, he poured urine on my head, soaking my face and hair. My clothes and dress were also soaked. He urinated for a long time, my entire body covered in urine. Finally, he stopped, satisfied.

"You were a good girl tonight. Take a good bath. I'll give you something to eat later." He released my hand.

I looked at him gratefully. He left, satisfied. I washed for a long time, getting myself completely clean. I even used feminine wash to disinfect.

After resting for a while, he came out of the kitchen. "I'll give you some bananas later, but there's a condition first. You have to give me oral sex." I complied, of course. He was already naked, his erect penis thick and hard. He comfortably leaned against the wall, bending his thighs slightly. I knelt down, grasped the base of his penis, and gently took the glans into my mouth. He trembled slightly in pleasure. I first licked the glans with my tongue. His scrotum was thick and smooth, and quite white. The glans was very tender, not as ugly as the male leads in those porn movies I was forced to watch. I circled the glans for a while, then withdrew and licked other places. I licked his anus and perineum. He trembled with pleasure. Then I put his scrotum in my mouth and sucked on his pubic hair. Finally, I returned to his scrotum, hooking my tongue around its base and licking it repeatedly, from bottom to top, sometimes biting it horizontally in the middle. He hadn't showered today, and his genitals had a particularly erotic and stimulating smell. But I couldn't show any disgust. I licked all the way to the glans until the entire scrotum was clean. Now, I took a deep breath and swallowed half of his scrotum, sucking on it. These actions were already very familiar to me.

The soft "sizzle" of saliva greatly stimulated his orgasm. Semen seeped out. Mixed with my saliva, it dripped down my clitoris. I started to suck and stroke it. After a while, he grabbed my hand and twisted it behind my back. This way, my weight was tilted on my head. He pressed down, and my whole head dropped. His clitoris was already against my throat, but he still wouldn't let go. I tried to swallow as hard as I could. The head of his penis had reached deep into my throat. I had swallowed the entire clitoris for two-thirds of the time. If it went any further, it might pierce my throat.

My buttocks were sticking up high, my anus facing upwards. He had already propped himself up. At this moment, one hand was still holding my arm. The other hand reached behind my back and reached down to my buttocks. His middle finger groped for my anus. He found it and slowly pressed it in. Then he rubbed it a few times. I was already throbbing there. His hand was dry. I couldn't help but tremble when he did that. The tremor was transmitted to his glans. He felt very comfortable. So he continued to tease my area. He even inserted his middle finger completely.

Finally, he was about to ejaculate. He released me and stood up. I tilted my head back. He grabbed the base of it again. He pulled his mouth out and started stroking it quickly. "Drink it!!"

He ejaculated. He ejaculated completely. There was quite a lot of semen. The taste wasn't as fishy and smelly as thick semen. I swallowed it mouthful by mouthful. He was satisfied as he ejaculated the last bit into my mouth. He put it back in, panting, and paused for half a minute. My mouth was already tired and sore.

He took a plate of freshly sliced bananas. 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. He would give it to me to drink and show me when he had too much. It was a bottle for storing alcohol. It was about 300 milliliters. It was already more than half full. He usually kept it in the refrigerator to keep it fresh. This much. It must have accumulated many times. He then took a wine glass. He poured half of the bottle into it. He shook it and handed it to me. "Drink it first."

As soon as I took it to my lips, the fishy smell permeated the air. It was very thick semen. I wanted to drink it all in one gulp. But he seemed to know what I was thinking. He first told me to drink it sip by sip. I felt nauseous and kept gagging. It was very difficult to finish it. I even had to stick my tongue in and lick it clean. I felt full as long as I didn't eat anything else. My throat felt sticky, and I wanted to vomit everything in my stomach.

He poured the rest of his semen onto the banana slices, stirred it until it was sticky, and handed it to me. I was starving, and that's when I started eating my first meal of the day. Although it tasted fishy and disgusting, I ate it all. He was very satisfied and held me as we slept. Exhausted and helpless, I quickly fell into a deep sleep. I had to get up early for class tomorrow, Monday.

I didn't understand why he did this. Why did he appreciate such a perverted thing? I remember once when we were sleeping, he gently stroked my hair and told me that his dream was to ravage a beautiful girl like this, to use extreme methods to torture her, to teach her to adapt to perversion, to experience this limit. And I was that wish of his. He also said that as long as I let go a little more. After getting used to this torment, I was told I would experience endless orgasms and pleasure. I don't think I'll ever understand that. Because sex has become synonymous with fear for me. Forget about orgasms. Just escaping him is my greatest joy.

Until one day. The most unforgettable torment happened on

a Saturday after that. I was starved all day. The next morning, he woke me up while I was still asleep, dragging me out of my warm bed. I knew the weekly torture had begun. But I never imagined that misfortune was about to strike. 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. He made me kneel on the floor, my buttocks raised high. Then he picked up 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 unknown liquid into my body. After a while, I felt the urge to defecate. He told me to empty myself completely, then wash up and go to the basement to wait for him. Just a minute or two. I felt like my body was completely empty. I took a short hot shower, brushed my teeth, and combed my hair. Then, naked, I went to the basement. It was almost winter, and early morning. It was really cold. When I got there, I found a special rod-shaped device. I couldn't quite put my finger on what it was. Nothing else had changed. 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 over here!" I went over and lay down on a small bed that looked a bit like a gynecological medical table, as he instructed. My legs were propped up on the sides, leaving my vulva exposed for him to move around on me. I really didn't know how he got all this equipment. The table was metal, hard and cold. I was shivering. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw him come over with a white plastic box in his hand. I wondered what was inside. "Spread your anus open!" he commanded. I obeyed. Then he picked something up from the box. Ah. It was an ice bar. About 3 centimeters long, about the thickness of a thumb. No way! He was going to shove an ice bar into my anus? I gasped. My mind went blank. I just had to prepare for the torture.

The ice bar pierced right in the center of my anus. I tensed up involuntarily. "Relax. Relax!!" he instructed me, helping me relax my genitals. I tried my best to cooperate. I felt the ice bar moving around my anus, gradually melting and shrinking as it heated up. It slowly entered. A strange, indescribable sensation spread through my genitals. I couldn't tell if it was pain or cold. After it went in a bit, I suddenly felt him push it with force. The entire ice bar was inside me. 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. I endured the pain, saying to him, "It hurts so much. Please stop."

"Don't worry. It'll be fine. There are still a few more. Enjoy!" The sound of ice cubes clattering came from the box. I was terrified. So many were being inserted into my anus. I was afraid my large intestine would burst. Helpless, I felt the ice cubes being inserted one after another. Sometimes he would rub my genitals with his fingers and push the ice cubes deeper with his thumb. When the last one went in, I felt my entire lower abdomen throbbing with pain, even reaching my stomach. My anus was numb from the cold. After a short pause, he went again. This time, it was his hot, thick penis that went in. I knew he had used my face wash as lubricant, but mainly because my genitals had been loosened by the ice cubes, it went in smoothly. He spread my thighs wide as he could. His penis went deep into my anus. The ice cubes were mixed in with everything. He ejaculated quickly, probably in less than a minute. 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. My anus was facing him. He forcefully spread my buttocks apart. "Splash!" Ice liquid mixed with semen sprayed out of my anus, flowing down my thighs. It was very cold. "Pull it out!!!!!!!!!" Hearing his words, I relaxed and urinated. "Splash splash splash." Water and unmelted ice crystals all came out, falling onto the floor with a thud. I let out a long breath. My lower abdomen felt a little better.

Usually, this was just the prelude. The real torture had just begun. I just wondered what he would do today? I looked down and peered between my legs. I saw him holding a few props. The first one was a tampon-shaped plastic stick with a long thread. I knew it was an electric vibrator, about the size of a finger and 2-3 centimeters long. It vibrated my pants a lot. He easily inserted it into my anus. Then he pulled me down, bent my arms, and bent my forearms until I felt I couldn't move anymore. He tied it up with hemp rope, wrapping it around his chest and covering his breasts. Then he turned me around, opened his mouth, and this time took out a large lemon. He forcefully shoved it into my mouth. My mouth was completely immobilized; even making a sound was difficult. I couldn't spit it out without his hand.

He led me to that new columnar object. Could this also be...? I looked closely. The main body was a steel pipe over a meter long, with a base. At the top was something like a bicycle seat, but smaller than a woman's. Two small sticks were fixed to it. One looked like a pubic hairpin at the front, over 20 centimeters long. The other looked like a flat toothbrush handle, probably over 10 centimeters long. In the center of the seat was a thick hemp rope, and the small sticks stood upright through it. What was the purpose of this thing? Although I knew it was meant to be used on me, I couldn't imagine how.

"Sit down." I was startled. How am I supposed to sit on this thing?! I didn't move. I stared at him in astonishment. He repeated himself, impatiently pushing me forward. My heart pounded. It was unbelievable. Was I really supposed to sit on a stick?!

The seat was very high. I could barely reach it with my pants down. He lifted my thighs, half-hugging me as he helped me up. First, he aligned my two openings. He spread my genitals apart. Once both were aligned, he let go. At this point, I was almost suspended in mid-air. The weight of his body pressed down on me, and he immediately took two things into my mouth. Because of the lubrication, it wasn't too painful. It just felt very strange. It felt swollen and humiliating. After I was firmly seated, I felt the hemp rope under my genitals prickly and itchy.

He wasn't finished yet. Then he bent my lower legs and arms as much as possible, bringing my thighs together. The rope was tightly tied together. After he finished, I suddenly realized that I was completely suspended in mid-air. There was absolutely nothing around me to lean on. All my weight was pressing down on my genitals! I didn't know how long he was going to do this. What if I fell halfway through? But I quickly realized that the two things inserted inside me kept me completely upright, preventing me from tilting. He didn't seem to be finished. He then used another rope to connect my legs, suspending me with my feet facing upwards. It was a very awkward position. Suddenly, something was looped over my head. Ah!! He actually put the rope around my neck. If my legs relaxed, it would pull on my throat, making it hard to breathe and almost causing me to faint. The part around my neck felt wider, not like a regular rope, and it was elastic, but there wasn't much force. I didn't know how long he was going to do this. I estimated that it wouldn't last more than a few minutes before I passed out.

Just like that, my body was in a backward arched shape, looking from a distance like I was being shoved into a steel pipe. He then clipped two electrodes onto my nipples. I trembled with fear. This situation seemed serious. Out of the corner of my eye, I caught a glimpse of something like a controller in his hand. Suddenly, a jolt ran deep in my lower abdomen. Ah. It was the vibrator that had been inserted earlier, pushed deep inside by the toothbrush handle. Now it was activated. I didn't know if it was pain or excitement. I just felt fluid secreting from my lower body.

Then he activated some other devices. Suddenly, the thing in my anus began to slowly rotate. "Ugh... mmm, mmm..." I practically groaned. The feeling was so stimulating, so 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 the constriction, and my lower body was dripping fluid from the penetration. I wanted to scream for help. And this was just the beginning. Immediately afterward, a soft electric shock came from my nipples, and the rod in my vagina began to discharge. "Mmm..." I let out a long moan. Fluid poured out of my vagina. The only thing I could move, my toes and fingers, trembled and clenched incessantly. After several seconds of micro-electric shocks, the entire steel pipe base suddenly began to vibrate vertically. It was very rapid. I was thrown slightly off the leather base, like being subjected to the shock of intercourse. My whole body was suspended and tossed about, carrying my entire weight. My genitals and anus slammed violently against the leather base, the rope clenching and tightening uncontrollably.

Suddenly, I felt something strange deep within my body. It was a feeling I had never experienced before. It was a state of near climax, like reaching a peak, about to explode from within me. I didn't know what the next moment would feel like. I was afraid. So afraid!! But I couldn't think any further. That moment had arrived.

My whole body convulsed violently, wave after wave, accompanied by an unprecedented, intense orgasm. A large amount of fluid gushed from my vagina. My lower body convulsed violently, like a spasm. My whole body trembled involuntarily, my limbs tense. I struggled against the intense dizziness and stimulation. Within seconds, I couldn't take it anymore. If it continued, my body would collapse! The intense orgasm, the orgasm, the pleasure had exceeded my capacity. "Ugh...uh...uh..." I wanted to scream but was powerless. I wanted to struggle, but my limbs were tightly bound.

I could only muster the last bit of strength to desperately groan. After a dozen seconds, the dizziness began to subside. In my dizziness, I understood. This was what an orgasm was. My tense body relaxed, I wanted to collapse. My legs had no strength left. My throat was constricted. I couldn't breathe. It was so uncomfortable. So painful. Although the basement was cold, I was covered in sweat, struggling to breathe. My hair was wet and stuck to my back. The genitals soaked the leather seat, dripping onto the floor. After a while, the electric shocks and vibrations stopped. Only my abdomen still vibrated faintly.

Then the pager next to me rang. He went to check. After a while... He ran over, clearly annoyed. He stroked me and said, "I have things to do. 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. I listened in despair as he closed the stairwell door.

I couldn't move a muscle. I don't know how much time passed. My arms and legs started to ache and go numb. The position was so awkward. Being forced to stay like this 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. Saliva kept seeping out, but swallowing was difficult because a lemon was stuffed in my throat, and my throat was 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, I lost consciousness.

After what seemed like an eternity, I woke up in a daze. The stirring in my anus returned, followed by 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 lost consciousness again during my climax. For the long time that followed, I was half-conscious, ravaged beyond recognition. In the throes of excruciating pleasure, 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, I was in a semi-conscious state. I don't know how many hours had passed. Just before the seventh orgasm, the door finally opened. I knew I had finally survived this nightmare. I burst into tears, sobbing uncontrollably. My pitiful eyes pleaded with the man before me. He coldly watched me endure my final orgasm amidst tears, pain, and trembling. Finally, he stopped all the devices, then 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 from the ropes, and I could barely straighten my body. He picked me up and slowly pulled me from the vibrator. I saw the vibrator was wet, mixed with blood. The thick hemp rope was stained red; I knew it had seeped into my labia, chafing my most sensitive and private parts.

Weak and limp, I was laid on the carpet, too weak to even change position. He pulled on the loose thread at my lower body and removed the vibrator. I remained motionless. My lower body was already numb. After all my clothes were removed, I weakly let out a breath. I don't know if it was my weak and haggard appearance after being ravaged that aroused his lust. He suddenly pounced on me and fucked me wildly. I couldn't move my hands and feet, but I didn't actually have any desire to resist because his body temperature gave me warmth. I closed my eyes, enjoying his vigorous thrusts with cold tears streaming down my face. My body seemed to regain some feeling, especially his hot semen. It felt so good to be shot deep inside me.

After he finished, he laid me down where I was. The basement wasn't so cold anymore. He took some stimulants and soon his lust surged again. He was too tired to sleep. I had just recovered from the dizziness when he came over again. He tied my hands and feet and then carried me to a long bench where I lay face down. The bench was very tilted. I knew what he was going to do. He sat down in front of me and held his erect penis 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 away from his glans. I tilted my head back, opened my mouth, and slowly slid down.

"Oh!" he cried out in pleasure. His glans was deep in my throat. This thrust was extremely painful. Tears immediately fell. For a while, I couldn't swallow as he asked. I could only try my best to cooperate with him and satisfy him. He pressed my head down, hoping to go in further. Even further. His penis was already more than halfway in, but he continued. My throat felt like it was being torn apart. I kept gagging. The pressure and the thrusting actually greatly stimulated his glans. Finally, he ejaculated. I choked and coughed. If he hadn't held my shoulders, I think my throat would have been pierced and I would have died. I will never forget that experience. I still have nightmares about it.

After it was over, I finally had a chance to catch my breath. Tears streamed down my face. I slumped weakly against the stool. He didn't seem satisfied. I knew. Every time he took aphrodisiacs, he needed to have sex at least two or three times to feel satisfied. "You haven't eaten all day. Now let me give you some nutritional fluids!!!!!!!!!" He took a glass bottle, but didn't feed me. Instead, he took out another thin, soft plastic straw. He turned me over, head up, leaning against the higher end. He tried to raise me as high as possible so my head could tilt back. Then he told me to open my mouth. The plastic tube was inserted into my mouth. Because the tip was rounded, it was relatively easy to go down my throat. He slowly inserted it, and I could feel the cool, comfortable sensation going from my throat down to my esophagus, all the way to the bottom. I could see the small funnel at the end of the foot-long tube. He poured the nutritional fluid into the funnel, letting it flow into my esophagus through the plastic tube. When he moved his hand, he moved the tube. My throat was both sore and itchy.

This process took more than ten minutes. His penis became hard again. This time, he carried me back to the medical table and made me kneel. I collapsed weakly onto the table. Then, he entered my anus. His final thrusts were overwhelming. My entire body was subjected to his relentless thrusting, violently jolted, and my hair became disheveled. After that, I forgot everything.

I only vaguely remember the moment he carried me back to the bedroom. Through my blurry vision, I saw a torrential downpour outside the window. Tears streamed down my face with relief. I closed my eyes quietly.

I was badly injured that time. 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. I had an abortion when he wasn't around. I was only 17 years old then! 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 resilient? How did I even survive? If it were any other girl, she might have committed suicide from the start.

But life is always precious. Perhaps God took pity on me. He was shot and killed in a gang fight. His men only told me the next evening that he was dead. My family's involvement with the underworld finally came to an end. And I finally cleared up the mess my family had gotten into.

I never imagined I'd see the light of day again. Tears streamed down my face uncontrollably. I was a senior in high school then, planning to cram for the last six months to get into university. Before that, my grades had plummeted. I had to cook, do housework, and was often dragged to his friends' parties. I had to sleep with him at night. 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. With my brother dead, they were hesitant. Over time, they stopped taking it seriously. Sometimes they would harass my family. After we secretly moved, I was finally able to focus on my studies for the last few months. But then, a few days before the college entrance exam, one night I was caught by them on my way home from tutoring. They stopped my bicycle. They dragged me into their van and gang-raped me. Finally, they abandoned me, barely alive, in a secluded spot and drove off. My clothes were torn to shreds. I had no choice but to wait until late at night when no one was around before

I finally managed to walk home, carrying my small schoolbag. After such a blow, I couldn't sleep for days. I was in a daze. My college entrance exam results were terrible. My grades were only good enough for a two-year adult college. However, during my two years at university, I gradually recovered. I regained my former composure. Many people pursued me, but I didn't accept them. Because all I wanted was a peaceful environment to study, find a good job, and leave forever that place that left me with endless physical and emotional trauma.

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