Duan Duan's College Days 5

But this tranquility didn't last long. A commotion erupted outside, and a naked South Korean man burst in. He ruthlessly pulled me, soaking wet, from the water. He rushed into the bedroom, threw me onto the double bed, and then jumped on top of me. He forcefully spread my legs and thrust his hard penis into my swollen vagina, pumping wildly. The excruciating pain erupted again in my perineum. I had no strength to resist; I could only bite my lip, close my eyes, and endure the waves of pain from his hard penis pounding against my swollen vulva. Low, painful moans escaped my throat.
A skinny Japanese man entered, also naked. He placed a small wine cup on the bedside table, lewdly looked at me, gave my breast a hard pinch, and left.
The South Korean man's penis throbbed a few times inside my vagina, ejaculating before going limp. He pulled out his penis, lifted one of my legs, and poured the liquor from the wine cup into my vagina. Then he inserted the wine cup into my vagina, blocking the liquor inside.
He had just left when Wei came in. He told me that the South Korean had won this round. According to the rules, after he finished with me, he had to pour liquor into my vagina and then block it with the wine cup to prevent it from flowing out. This continued until the next winner.
My vulva swelled even more, burning with pain. With the wine cup blocking my vagina, my legs couldn't close. My back felt like it was about to break. My lower body felt very, very far away; only the endless pain connected it to me. The liquor felt cool in my vagina. But after a while, it felt like it was burning, a warm sensation in my lower abdomen, resisting the swollen, burning pain. I wanted to wash up, but I couldn't stand up; I didn't even have the strength to lift my upper body. I could only lie on my back with my limbs outstretched. I pretended to sleep, enduring the pain.
There was another commotion outside. The South Korean had won again. He rushed in again, pulled the wine cup from my vagina, grabbed his own penis, and tried to insert it. Perhaps due to the continuous release of lust, his penis wasn't hard enough to penetrate. He rubbed and masturbated, but it still wouldn't get hard. Suddenly, he grabbed my hand and pressed it against his penis. I was utterly disgusted. With my last bit of strength, I flung my hand away from his penis. In the process, my hand brushed against it. He became enraged. He grabbed my arm and twisted it violently, the pain making my shoulder and elbow feel like they were dislocated. At the same time, he bit down hard on my upper arm below my shoulder blade, chewing incessantly. I screamed in pain, but I no longer had the strength to shout; I could only weakly moan, "Ah, ah ah." Large beads of cold sweat poured from my temples and chest. When his penis became erect, it felt as if he had twisted and broken my arm; the flesh on it was almost bitten raw. My arm felt like it wasn't mine anymore. Only the pain remained. He grabbed my legs and thrust his penis into my vagina again. With each powerful thrust, my vulva swelled even more. Each thrust sent sharp pains through my vagina. When he finished and withdrew his penis, he cheered loudly. His penis was streaked with blood. My vagina, worn from the relentless friction, was chafed and began to bleed.
He ran out shouting, then returned with other men. He pointed at his own penis and my vagina, shouting excitedly. He pulled one of my legs up again, poured alcohol into my vagina, and stuffed it into a wine cup. The other men watched with interest, slapping my swollen vulva.
I felt completely drained, lying on the bed like a dead person, unable to move. There was only endless pain, numbness, and agony.
Wei lifted my head, fed me a glass of sake, and then a can of Red Bull.
The skinny Japanese man won two rounds in a row. His penis was exceptionally long, and it made my stomach churn unbearably. His two acts of torture brought out a lot of blood. Although Wei poured sake and Red Bull into my mouth each time, my brain remained numb; I was practically unconscious. Only endless pain accompanied me.
The skinny Japanese man won again. But after continuous ejaculation, his penis hung limply between his legs. To stimulate his penis to become erect, he squeezed my bruised breasts hard. I had no strength left to move, not even to cry. I could only bite my lip, close my eyes tightly, and endure his abuse, letting the tears flow uncontrollably. But his penis remained limp. The other men continued to mock him. Enraged, he pulled out his belt and violently whipped my naked body again and again. The belt slapped against my thighs, stomach, breasts, and arms. Each strike left a reddish-purple welt on my pale skin. The beatings were relentless, leaving me breathless. I could no longer cry or scream. Even tears had dried. I could only manage weak moans from deep within my throat: "Ah, ah—."
My body was covered in uneven, crisscrossing welts from the belt. Only then did his penis manage to become erect. He threw away the belt, jumped onto the bed, and lifted my legs. But his limp penis still couldn't penetrate my swollen vagina. This drew another round of laughter. Enraged, he jumped off, found the wallet containing the apartment information, jumped back onto the bed, and straddled me. He slammed the wallet onto my chest, opened it, and took out a sewing board. He threw the wallet far away. He pulled a sewing needle from the board, pinched my breast, and plunged it hard into my nipple. I screamed in agony, a scream that came from nowhere, chilling me to the bone. I broke out in a cold sweat. He wasn't finished. He pulled out another needle, pinched my other breast, and slowly pierced it into my nipple. The excruciating pain made me tremble all over, gasping for breath. Cold sweat poured down my body. The sheets beneath me were soaked. The brutal stimulation finally made his penis erect. He spread my legs and laboriously inserted his penis. Two needles were still gleaming in my nipples.
However, after only a few thrusts, his penis slowly went soft again. Annoyed, he pinched the protruding half of the needle handle and twisted it violently, causing my breasts to throb with excruciating pain. The intense pain quickly spread, pulling down to my armpits and back, radiating outwards in waves. The pain was so intense I felt like my limbs had left me. My consciousness drifted away, leaving only the excruciating pain shrouded in darkness.
His penis hardened again inside me. He stirred the steel needles in my breasts while gritting his teeth and thrusting his penis in and out with ferocious force. I was in excruciating pain. When he came down, I seemed to know nothing.
Wei used alcohol to wake me up. Intense pain enveloped me. My body felt like it wasn't my own anymore; I couldn't move at all. Blood mixed with semen flowed continuously from my vagina. Several towels had already been changed and were piled up on the floor. Blood and semen stained the towels red and yellow. My perineum was swollen, spreading my legs wide apart.
Wei tried to remove the needles from my nipples. But the moment his hand touched the needles, a piercing pain shot through every nerve in my body. The pain made my whole body convulse. I managed to utter a weak "No, no" through my throat, while shaking my head with difficulty. Only my neck could still move.
It was late at night. The card game continued. Fat Japan won. He'd probably been holding back for too long; his penis was thick and large. When he thrust into me, it felt like he was tearing my vagina apart. He thrust powerfully again and again; one wave of pain in my vagina hadn't subsided before another surged through me. He lasted a very long time. Wave after wave of pain merged into one. My mind was hazy, numb, and I couldn't feel my limbs anymore. My whole body was in pain; I couldn't distinguish any parts of my body.
Then I was sobered up by the alcohol; I was still alive. It was Wei's turn. Even though he carefully inserted his penis into my vagina, I still trembled all over from the pain. He didn't pay much attention to my suffering. He just kept thrusting into me. I couldn't scream anymore, I couldn't cry anymore; my tears had dried up. My body couldn't move either. Only the pain tells me I'm still alive. But my heart is bleeding.
Wei finished ejaculating. He pulled out his penis, helped me up, and held my head so I could see myself. My perineum. It was frighteningly swollen, my labia turned outwards. My entire vulva looked like a large, ripe, red peach. The skin was stretched and shiny, and in several places, the skin had peeled off, revealing the tender red flesh inside. There were also many places inside my vagina where the skin had peeled off. A piece of tender skin, washed out by blood, still clung to the vaginal opening. Blood kept flowing from my vagina, carrying with it whitish semen. My once beautiful body, which I was proud of, which girls envied, and which boys drooled over, was now completely mangled. Blue, purple, black, and red wounds were all swollen and bruised, forming crisscrossing grooves and mounds on my body. My breasts were much larger, the tender flesh in the deep wounds turned outwards, some already white. My nipples were swollen and large, more than twice their normal size. The needles on my nipples reflected a pale light.
“I was reluctant to penetrate you again. But they said a swollen vagina is especially tight, sometimes even tighter than a virgin's. But it's not as astringent as a virgin's, making it incredibly pleasurable. In Japan, they sometimes deliberately use belts to swell up a woman's genitals before playing with her. So I couldn't resist trying it myself. It really is incredibly exciting.” I hated him.
Another round, and Wei won again. But his penis couldn't get hard anymore. He couldn't penetrate me even after several attempts. He didn't force me anymore. He fed me Red Bull and two small biscuits. I didn't have the strength to swallow anymore, so Wei used sake to help me wash the biscuits down.
Wei told me that the skinny Japanese man and the South Korean man were exhausted from venting their frustrations on me. They drank bottle after bottle of sake and finally passed out.
Only the fat Japanese man was still not satisfied. Wei had just finished feeding me when he came in. Holding a bottle of liquor, he drunkenly shouted, "Beautiful, beautiful!" His penis was erect, and he spread my legs, forcefully inserting his penis and thrusting wildly. Another wave of excruciating pain exploded in my lower body. He kept fiddling with the needles in my nipples, flicking them with his fingers, and even worse, he hit the needles in my nipples hard with the bottle, causing me excruciating pain. His penis went soft and then hard again inside my vagina. I was in unbearable agony beneath him.
The fat Japanese man finished the liquor in the bottle, threw it away, and thrust wildly into my vagina with all his might. Finally, he ejaculated. His penis slid out softly.
But he wasn't finished. He climbed all over me, pressing down so heavily that I couldn't breathe. He pulled the needle out of one of my nipples. With excruciating pain, blood welled up from my nipple. He bit down on my nipple and sucked hard, making me feel cold all over, with excruciating pain. He couldn't suck any more blood from one nipple. He pulled the needle out of the other nipple and desperately sucked on it. The pain was excruciating. My greatest wish was to die immediately to escape this unbearable agony.
The fat Japanese man drank his fill of my breast milk. His penis became erect again. He lifted my legs and inserted his penis into my swollen, disfigured vagina once more. The indescribable pain caused me to faint again. After
venting his frustrations on me, the fat Japanese man even inserted a bottle deep into my vagina before drunkenly leaving. By then, it was already dawn.
Only then did Wei Cai appear like a ghost, seemingly out of nowhere. He woke me up, removed the bottle from my lower body, and then washed my entire body with alcohol. He paid special attention to cleaning the mess from my genitals. He changed the blanket under me and covered me with another blanket.
I could no longer feel my body's existence. Besides the unbearable pain, it felt like I was in an ice cave, chilling to the bone; then like I was being steamed and roasted over a fire. I developed a high fever.
"You're burning hot. Go get some sleep," Wei said, drawing the curtains and leaving.
In the darkness, I succumbed to the torment of pain, cold, and steaming in my unconscious state.
I lay in bed for several days before I could get up. I couldn't lift either arm for over a week. It took over a month for one hand to clench and to grasp things. My menstrual flow was intermittent for several months before returning to normal. The wounds on my body took over six months to heal. Even now, almost two years later, if you look closely under my pale skin, you can still see bluish marks. Others might mistake them for blood vessels. Only I know they are the deep-seated hatred left by that wicked wolf.
With the help of Sister Ting and her friends, I escaped Wei's harassment and broke up with him completely. He resigned from the school and started some kind of company in some industrial park with Japanese and South Koreans. Who knows how many innocent Chinese girls will be ruined by them? The school also took back the house allocated to him and gave it to other young teachers.
I still kept receiving love letters and declarations of love. But I never opened one, nor kept one. As soon as I received one, I burned it immediately.

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