The extreme experience of being ravaged

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My name is Ding Shuhan, and I used to be a reserved and lovely girl. When I was in my second year of high school, my family got into trouble with the underworld. The gang leader had long coveted me and wanted me as compensation. As a result, I was brutally raped and forced to become his girlfriend and live with him. He wasn't particularly violent towards me, but he subjected me to endless sexual torment, making my life unbearable. A shy girl like me was subjected to all sorts of physical abuse, and he forced me to actively cooperate with him. In the beginning, I felt incredibly ashamed, and sometimes after he finished with me, I wanted to die. But I couldn't just leave this world like that. 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 live on strongly; one day they would need me to take care of them. After getting through the initial period, I gradually got used to it and lost all sense of shame. Not to mention being a girl, I didn't even have the most basic human dignity. His methods became more
and
more varied and sophisticated, but I endured it all, surviving under his tyranny. I rarely had the chance to go home. My parents missed me terribly, and the thought of my suffering brought tears to their eyes. But how could they know the suffering I endured? They were powerless, and that was all they could do. They continued to support me through high school, hoping that one day I could escape the clutches of the underworld.
I remember at the beginning, he made me do deep throat. That unforgettable humiliation came from a young girl's reserve. Later, he started anal sex; the excruciating pain made me unable to walk all day, forcing me to skip school. In the past, at school, I was probably seen by teachers and classmates as a charming and well-behaved girl with good interpersonal relationships, maintaining a unique shyness and elegance. I had long, flowing hair, was 163 cm tall, and liked to wear white dresses. I had a good figure and paid attention to my appearance. Unfortunately, I could only maintain this image at school. Once I got home, I had to face torment and humiliation. From then on, in order to prevent others from knowing that I was living with someone and to continue staying at school, I cut off all my friends and became a withdrawn and extremely introverted girl. Those days were really hard to bear. I had to avoid everyone's gaze, and walking home from school felt like being a thief. When I got 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, when I couldn't bear the cold accusations and treatment from my classmates, I would run to the quiet rooftop of the school building and cry my heart out. He often made me swallow his semen, the most disgusting thing being that he would spit
thick semen on my food and then make me eat it. The worst part was that on weekends he would often rub against me excessively, and he especially liked to vent his lust on my anus. To keep my body clean and prevent the discharge of impurities, he would often starve me for a day beforehand, then clean my genitals before doing anything. He not only made me act shy and moan in pain during the process, but also made my body cooperate with his movements. He had so many tricks up his sleeve! At first, I was both ashamed and scared, and unwilling to do as he said, resulting in his brutal beatings. I honestly can't remember how I got to where I am today. Many of the trials and tribulations have become indifferent, even forgotten. But some things will remain indelible memories for me. Only by facing them can I have the courage to face the rest of my life . I remember one night he took me to a dance. Before we left, he starved me for a day, emptied my bowels, and then had sex with my anus. That lasted a long time, and I felt numb and sore for a long time afterward. After he finished, he took his toothbrush and slowly inserted it into my anus, the brush part at the bottom. The toothbrush was completely inside me, with only a thin string sticking out for easy removal later. After that, he inserted a vibrating dildo, more than 20 centimeters long, into my mouth, all the way to the back of my throat. This thing was quite thin and very soft. He actually forced me to swallow it. I tried hard, and at first it was really uncomfortable. I gagged repeatedly as soon as it reached my throat, but because I hadn't eaten, what came out was mostly bile, and I choked so much that tears streamed down my face. He got impatient, pushed me onto the bed, tied my hands behind my back with a ribbon, and then pulled my hair to make my head lift up. I knew what he meant, and looked at him pitifully, but... I knew begging was useless, so I opened my mouth. "You can't even swallow something this small! If you can't swallow it later, I won't let you eat tomorrow!" I nodded, and he inserted it again. This time, the position had been adjusted, making the throat and esophagus straight lines, so the food went in more easily. I swallowed hard, and after a few times, he suddenly pushed, a cool sensation reaching the back of my throat. Then I watched helplessly as the 20-centimeter-long plastic rod gradually disappeared into my mouth. I knew it was already in my throat, and going deeper and deeper. I was terrified. I wanted to vomit but couldn't, and my throat hurt terribly. I just hoped he would finish quickly so I could get a moment's rest. He simulated thrusting, moving his penis in and out of my throat. Several times, the penis slipped out, so I had to swallow it a few more times. He tormented me for several minutes before stopping and taking it out. I was in so much pain I couldn't make a sound. He switched to another, thicker penis, spread my thighs wide, and inserted it into my vagina. I really couldn't imagine how this 20 - centimeter - long, slightly thicker electric vibrator could fit completely into my lower body. After inserting it, he turned it on and made it vibrate; the power was enough for two hours. He then found one of my small hair clips, threaded a wire through one end, and slowly inserted it into my urethra. He looked with satisfaction at the fact that all three holes in my lower body were filled with things, saying he would take them out after the dance. I was so scared that I cried. Going to the party with these things inside me was unthinkable. But I did whatever he said; resistance was useless. I could only endure his torment. Afterward, he used a sanitary napkin to cover me up to prevent my bodily fluids from leaking out. Then he helped me put on the menstrual pad and told me to get dressed myself. As I moved around, I realized the unbearable sensation in my lower body. The toothbrush head was pricking my sensitive inner walls, almost making me scream. The vibrations in my vagina made me feel wet; the discharge had probably soaked through the sanitary napkin. I wore a pretty pink shirt and a beautiful off-white long skirt, my favorite outfit. Then, as he requested, I put on light makeup, some jewelry and accessories, and wore off-white high heels. Before leaving, he stroked my long, soft hair and said, "Do a good job, 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 in the car. Every little bump in 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, and 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, it was a relatively upscale place, and they were dancing slow dances, so at least I could awkwardly and barely maintain my composure. If it were the dance halls he and his buddies usually went to, I think I would have fainted after a couple of moves. Later, I remained seated, afraid to move around. In less than half an hour, I felt the end of a toothbrush digging deep into my lower abdomen, causing intense pain, while the penis was pressing painfully against my uterus. The hairpin was okay; it was just a little painful during the initial penetration at home, but nothing more. Who could believe that so many shameful secrets were hidden beneath my beautiful exterior? He kept glancing at me, seemingly deriving immense satisfaction from my forced smiles. Time dragged on, each tick feeling so slow, it was pure torture. Eventually, I almost fainted, unable to even sit up straight, my body drenched in cold sweat. I just wanted to get home quickly and be free. Finally, the nightmare was about to end. Back home, I desperately needed to urinate. Although I hadn't eaten, I had drunk water, and I had only urinated once that day. Now…
he only pulled out his penis. Knowing I needed to urinate, he made me go like this, tying my hands behind my back, and took me into the toilet. I sat on the toilet, my legs raised high so he could watch me urinate. After waiting for a while, I finally felt the pressure below ease, and a thin stream of urine began to trickle down, along with the hairpin. Waves of pain washed over me, and my vision blurred with tears; the hairpin had probably rubbed against the walls of my urethra. The flow continued intermittently for a long time, and sometimes he would put his head down to my genitals, licking my fresh urine. "Good, now, let's get the toothbrush out too." I strained as hard as I could. My anus was almost numb, but I could still feel the toothbrush slowly being expelled. My shame prevented me from opening my eyes, but I knew the toothbrush head, the most painful part, was finally out. After that, things went much easier, and it finally fell into the toilet. I gasped for breath, weak and exhausted. Having not eaten all day, and with tonight's ordeal, I was completely exhausted. "Could I have some water?" I pleaded helplessly. He unbuckled his belt, revealing his enormous penis, which he held to my face. "Drink my water if you want!" I opened my mouth and lifted my head to his groin. He ejaculated, the warm liquid splashing onto my cheek. He quickly adjusted the angle and poured it into my mouth. My mouth remained open, and I swallowed. He had drunk too much beer at the party and was also very bladdery. Because of the high water content, his urine didn't smell too strong, and I forced down some, then simply cooperated, my mouth slightly open. I think my posture and expression aroused his great desire. When he saw that I stopped drinking, he urinated on my head, soaking my face and hair, and then my clothes and skirt, all of them were completely soaked. He urinated for a long time, my whole body was covered in urine, and finally, he stopped, satisfied. "You were such a good boy tonight. Take a good bath and I'll give you something to eat later." He let go of my hand. I looked at him gratefully, and he left satisfied. I washed for a long time, making sure my body was clean. I even used feminine wash to clean myself, which has a disinfecting effect. After I came out, I rested for a while before 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 leaned back comfortably against the wall, his thighs bent and spread apart. I knelt down, grasped the base of his penis, and gently took the glans into my mouth. He trembled with pleasure. I first licked the glans with my tongue; his penis was thick and smooth, quite white, and 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, and he trembled with pleasure. Then I took his scrotum into my mouth and sucked on his pubic hair. Finally, I returned to his penis, hooking my tongue around the base and licking it back and forth, from bottom to top, sometimes biting it horizontally in the middle. He hadn't showered today, and his genitals had a particularly pungent and stimulating smell, but I couldn't show the slightest disgust. I licked all the way to the glans, cleaning the entire penis. Now, I took a deep breath and swallowed half of it, sucking on it. These actions were already familiar to me. "Sizzle, sizzle..." The slight sounds of saliva and friction greatly stimulated his pleasure. Semen seeped out, mixing with my saliva, and flowed down the penis. I started to stroke it up and down with my mouth. After a while, he grabbed my hands and twisted them behind my back, so that my weight was tilted on my head. He pressed down, and my whole head lowered. His penis was already at the back of my throat, but he still wouldn't let go. I swallowed as much as I could, the glans reaching deep into my throat. Two-thirds of the penis was inside me; any further and it might pierce my throat. My buttocks were sticking up high, my anus facing upwards. He had already propped himself up, one hand still holding my arm, the other reaching behind my back to my buttocks, his middle finger groping for my anus. He found it and slowly pressed it in, then rubbed it a few times. I was already throbbing there, and his hand was dry, so his touch made me shudder involuntarily. The shudder traveled to his glans, which he enjoyed, so he continued to probe my area, even inserting his middle finger completely. Finally, he was about to ejaculate. He released me and stood up. I tilted my head back, grasped the base of his penis again, pulled my mouth out, and quickly began to masturbate. "Drink it!" He ejaculated, completely ejaculated. There was quite a bit of semen, and the taste wasn't as fishy or foul as thick semen. I swallowed it mouthful by mouthful. He finished the last bit in my mouth with satisfaction, then put it back in, panting for half a minute. My mouth was already sore from exhaustion. He brought over a plate of freshly sliced bananas, and in his other hand was a glass bottle. I knew what it was; he had told me before that when I wasn't home, he would collect his semen in the bottle after masturbating, and one day when he had too much, he would make me drink it to show him. It was a bottle for storing alcohol, about 300 milliliters, already more than half full, usually kept in the refrigerator. This much, it must have accumulated many times. He then brought over a stemmed wine glass, poured half of the bottle's contents into it, shook it, and handed it to me: "Drink this first."

The moment I brought it to my lips, the fishy smell hit me—it was thick semen. I wanted to drink it all in one gulp, but he seemed to know what I was thinking and told me to drink it sip by sip. I felt terribly nauseous, gagging frequently, and it was a struggle to finish it. I even had to lick it clean with my tongue. I felt full without needing to eat anything else; my throat felt sticky, and I wanted to vomit everything in my stomach.
He poured the rest of the semen onto a banana slice, stirred it until it was sticky, and handed it to me. Starving, I finally ate my first meal of the day. Although it smelled fishy and disgusting, I ate it all. He held me contentedly as we fell asleep. Exhausted and helpless, I quickly drifted off to sleep; I had to get up early for class on Monday.

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