He brought shame upon himself.

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At 18, I went to university, leaving my parents for a strange city. I met a senior student there. I was just starting university, while he had graduated many years ago, ten years older than me. Perhaps in a young girl's eyes, this kind of successful, aging older man has a unique appeal.

He never told me about his past, but I guessed he had been with more than one woman because his touch and kissing were very skillful, though not quite as mature as an older man's, but there were vague signs of that. He only kissed me and played with my breasts; he didn't touch anything else. My body had developed much better than when I was in junior high; my breasts were the perfect size for a man's hand to grasp, soft and delicate.

The way my senior played with my breasts was a bit brutal. He liked to pull my nipples until it hurt, then suddenly reach out and make my breast bounce back. Before it stopped trembling, he would tightly grasp it and knead it between his five fingers. Every time I cried out in pain, he seemed to get excited. He liked to hug me tightly at this moment and say, "Baby, do you like it?" Actually, I didn't like this at the time. I preferred the teasing finger techniques of older men, but I loved my senior, so I flattered him and said, "I like it." So, my breasts were often red and swollen from the abuse when we parted.

My senior never introduced me to his friends. When I asked him, he would say, "You're too young, it's not appropriate." I didn't know what introducing me to his friends had to do with being too young, but I had heard that if a man doesn't introduce you to his circle of friends, it means he's just playing around with you. So I cried and begged him to introduce me to them. Looking back, what a stupid decision that was. If it weren't for that meeting, would everything have been different?

My senior, probably unable to resist my nagging, introduced me to his friends.

To be honest, I didn't really like his friends, probably because during our first meeting, one of the men opposite me said with a strange smile, "Hey buddy, got a virgin, huh?" I disliked that tone and the word "got a virgin." It made me very uncomfortable, so I lowered my head and remained silent. My senior, however, didn't react much, just smiled and said, "Little girl, don't scare her. She insisted on coming to see my social circle.

" The guy smiled and said, "Hey girl, my name is Kuang. I'll show you our circle in a bit.

" My senior shook his head and joked, "I haven't eaten yet, it's not your turn." Kuang also laughed, "Once you're finished eating, it'll be my turn. I won't treat you badly, you know I love this kind of girl." I didn't understand their language, but I felt vaguely uneasy, so I tugged at my senior's sleeve and said, "I want to go back." My senior scolded me somewhat unhappily, "Don't be so immature." It was just a meal. So everyone ate. During the meal, the senior and Brother Kuang chatted and laughed, most of which I couldn't understand, but I clearly felt Brother Kuang constantly scrutinizing me. After the meal, Brother Kuang said, "Let's go to karaoke.

" I tugged at the senior and said, "Can't we not go?" The senior gave me a cold look and asked, "Who insisted on coming?" I felt sad and scared, and I burst into tears. Brother Kuang, seeing this, came over and put his arm around my shoulder, "Girl, don't mind him. We're just having a get-together, it's okay, there are plenty of other people over there." I was worried that the senior would be angry and ignore me, and hearing that there were many people over there, I felt somewhat relieved, nodded, and went with them.

There were indeed many people, about four men and two women.

They were happy to see us too, saying, "Newcomers!" Brother Kuang nodded, then pointed at the senior and said, "First him, then me, and the rest later." Everyone laughed and agreed.

Then I saw the senior go to get the microphone and start singing, followed by Brother Kuang. I breathed a sigh of relief; it turned out it was a matter of first come, first served.

Suddenly, a man I didn't recognize came over with a beer and sat next to me, casually putting his arm around my waist. I was terrified and quickly pushed him away. He paused, then suddenly laughed, patted my face, and said, "Little girl, you'll see how good I am in a minute." Then he left. Confused, I turned to look at my senior. He frowned, handed me a drink, patted my head, and asked, "Nervous?" I was indeed very nervous, so I took the drink and drank it in one gulp.

Just then, Brother Kuang finished his song, turned around, and smiled, "Let's begin." Then, a shocking scene unfolded. I saw the men suddenly grabbing their female companions, but they weren't necessarily grabbing the ones they brought. One woman obediently leaned into a man's arms, while another screamed and laughed, jumping away, only to be immediately stopped by another man. Thus, two men were stripping one woman naked.

I was stunned, my fingers trembling. The world went silent for a moment. I stiffly turned to look at my senior, who naturally put his arm around my waist, his voice as gentle as if it could drip water, "Do you like my circle?

" My mind went blank, I was terrified, but I knew to push him away, vaguely knowing that I had stepped into something terrible and had to escape through that door. My senior's hand went inside my clothes and moved a few times. Then I found my body going numb and weak, several times more sensitive than usual, as if every nerve ending had been stimulated, and every movement had a ripple effect. I collapsed into my senior's arms.

He chuckled and said, "Good girl." I remembered my past experiences of being harassed by older men, so I started to cry, but it was no use.

My senior laughed, "Starting to cry now?" He then lifted my skirt, picked me up and placed me on the coffee table, and pulled down my underwear.

I was terrified beyond measure. I turned to look at others and saw a woman sandwiched between two men, her head thrown back, moaning. Another woman was kneeling on the sofa, a man violently penetrating her from behind, while another man sat idly on the sofa, casually fondling her breasts. Kuang Ge sat beside her, smiling and watching.

At that moment, I felt immense fear and danger, not from the senior in front of me, but from Kuang Ge.

That fear made me tremble all over, and then the senior penetrated me in the next moment.

Pain—I cried out, but the sound greatly pleased the senior, who became even more brutal. At that moment, I vaguely understood why the senior usually played with my breasts until the pain forced me to cry out; because he seemed gentle and humble, but deep down he was clearly a cruel and brutal person.

I had considered losing my virginity to the senior, but never in this situation, with such intense pain below, so I covered my eyes with the back of my hand and cried out.

The senior brutally penetrated me for about ten minutes, then stopped and withdrew. At that time, I didn't know it was ejaculation; I only knew he had withdrawn. But my virginity was gone, so I didn't stop crying.

It was only then that I suddenly realized another person had penetrated my already swollen and brutally penetrated vagina. I thought it was my senior again, so I continued to cover my face and sob quietly.

Then I heard a voice, "Don't cry, baby. You look so pitiful. If you keep crying, I don't know if you'll be able to walk today." Then I was horrified to realize that the voice wasn't my senior's, but Kuang Ge's.

I lowered my hands and looked up. Sure enough, it was Kuang Ge leisurely having sex with me.

My clothes had already been undone by my senior, and my bra had been pushed up. My delicate, white breasts were being played with idly in Kuang Ge's hands, and his penis was also throbbing gently, unlike my senior's roughness; it seemed like he was waiting for something.

At that time, I didn't know what he was waiting for.

I couldn't care less about crying anymore. I pushed him away, not caring why such a rough body like Kuang Ge was being pushed away by a small girl like me. I didn't have time to think; I only had one thought: to escape.

So I pushed him aside and ran towards the door, then went to unlock it. At that moment, I realized my shirt was open, so I frantically fastened my shirt with one hand and tried to unlock it with the other. Before my hand even touched the lock, I was picked up.

The escape route was right in front of me, yet I couldn't get away—how could I not be anxious? I struggled and screamed, and then I was thrown onto the sofa.

Kuang Ge's clothes had been removed sometime during the night, and his erect penis walked towards me. "Don't be afraid." How could I not be afraid?

But Kuang Ge's next words stopped me from running away: "You can run away. I love playing this game." I dared not run away again, because his words and dark expression made me realize that if I dared to jump up from the sofa and run away, I would not be able to escape and would be treated even more cruelly.

Tears streamed down my face, and I curled up on the dark sofa, my long, naturally curly hair disheveled. I looked at Kuang Ge approaching, crying and pleading, "No. Please, don't..." Kuang Ge took a deep breath and sat down next to me. He was tall and strong, with incredibly powerful arms, and with one pull, he dragged me onto his lap. I struggled and screamed wildly, but Kuang Ge held me tightly. "Don't move, I won't have sex with you." I didn't know if he was telling the truth, but the fact was that I couldn't escape his arms, so I dared not move anymore.

This thought was like a snail, but I had no other choice but to be like a snail.

Seeing that I was behaving myself, Brother Kuang smiled and pointed at the senior, saying, "He bullied you just now, how about I help you get revenge?" I looked terrified, unsure whether to agree or disagree.

Brother Kuang had already spoken, "Come on, try to please your little girlfriend properly. How could you be so rough on your first time?" The senior walked over; he was no longer the gentle senior I knew, but a terrifying monster. I trembled involuntarily, wanting to shrink back, but behind me was Brother Kuang's broad chest, leaving me nowhere to hide.

Unexpectedly, the senior knelt down in front of me, still with that impeccably gentle smile, "Xiao Xiao, I was too rough just now, I'm sorry." His fingers touched my genitals; before this, even when he raped me, he hadn't touched my genitals.

Before I knew what he was going to do, he suddenly leaned in and pressed his tongue against my clitoris, twisting and licking it incessantly. The stimulation was unbearable, and I cried out. Brother Kuang laughed behind me, "Girl, consider this one a gift. I'll give you two extra. But if you cry out again, I'll take it as you inviting me to fuck you. Do you know what fucking means?" He pointed to the corner of the wall next to him, "It means pressing you down there, letting your body hang in the air, and fucking you hard, until you hang on me begging me to fuck you or stop fucking you." Brother Kuang's voice seemed extremely pleased, "Three times, okay?" I endured the spasms in my lower body and asked tremblingly, "What if I can hold on without crying out?" Brother Kuang laughed, "Then naturally I'll let you go.

We never force anyone." I asked in a trembling voice, suppressing my voice, "How long?" Brother Kuang hummed in confusion.

The senior student slid his tongue down from my clitoris and inserted it into the cleft between my pink labia, exploring my vagina and focusing his efforts on the deepest part. The itching sensation made me shift my buttocks uncomfortably, trying to escape, but Kuang held me down firmly, making it impossible for me to move an inch.

"How long do you have to endure?" I asked as quickly as possible, then bit my lip tightly.

Kuang was taken aback, then smiled, "Half an hour. I'll let you go after half an hour." "Okay!" I agreed immediately.

Kuang paused for a moment, then laughed, but didn't say anything. He reached out and pinched my nipple with his thumb and forefinger, his palm pressing down, playing with my soft and elastic breasts.

The senior student had already looked up, a thin, clear liquid hanging from the corner of his mouth. He chuckled, "Little one, you're so good at holding back. You've been played with before, haven't you?" I was stunned. Remembering how the older man had played with me, my face immediately turned red. I looked away and yelled, "You're talking nonsense!" The senior student smiled and reached out to rub my clitoris. "Little one, I thought you were so innocent. I didn't expect you to have played with yourself before? You like it, don't you? How do you play with yourself? Like this?

" As he spoke, he flicked my clitoris.

I almost cried out. "You're talking nonsense!" "So you've been played with by someone else?" He continued to knead that small area. This stimulation was too much for me to bear, and I almost cried. "How did others play with you? Did they play with your breasts? Tell me and I'll let you go." I couldn't take this sharp stimulation anymore and burst into tears. "An older man, he played with me, played with me—" "Oh? How did he play with me? Go on." "On the bus, he touched my breasts and played with them for a long time. Then he touched my genitals. Later, I cried and he let me go." The senior nodded. "So, Xiaoxiao, you like buses. Then let's play on the bus next time." When I heard "next time," I was so scared that my face turned pale. I shook my head repeatedly. "No..." The senior didn't hear me and lowered his head to bite my clitoris. The stimulation made my engorged clitoris turn red. The stimulation rushed to my brain. I was like a fish on a chopping board. My body tensed up and I cried out "Ah!"... Brother Kuang chuckled in my ear and played with my breasts skillfully with his fingers. "Xiaoxiao, two more sounds." I was both ashamed and angry, but I bit my lip tightly and refused to make a sound.

The senior stopped attacking my genitals, reached out and grabbed my little feet. "Little one, has this uncle ever done this to you?" he said, taking my toes into his mouth, his tongue sliding nimbly between them. It was itchy, yet warm, a tingling sensation climbing up my toes. I felt my nipples go numb too. I struggled to get away, but I couldn't. I tried to pull my feet back, but I couldn't either. "No—" "No, no, please, I, um, ah—" Brother Kuang leaned close to my ear, breathing heavily. "Little girl, you've used up your quota. You know what will happen if you scream again, right?" I blushed and tried to pull away, but his words continued to pour into my ears. "You look like such an innocent little girl, but you're a little slut." His cold fingers crawled like snakes across my body, heading straight for my private parts, and then placed between my legs, playing with my genitals. I quickly squeezed my legs together, trying to stop him from moving, but he chuckled, "So impatient? You slut?" I was incredibly ashamed. The stimulation on my toes intensified, and my whole body arched, but I knew I couldn't make a sound, not even "No." Because if I opened my mouth, the stimulation would cause me to cry out.

Kuang Ge bit my earlobe, sucking as he bit, "Little slut, you like being fucked by men, don't you? Isn't it great when a man's big cock is fucking you wildly in your pussy?" His fingers inserted into my slit, sometimes thrusting in and sometimes swirling along the walls, gently scratching around in my smooth honey pot. My eyes grew increasingly glazed, and my breasts rose higher and higher, but I still shook my head stubbornly. I knew I couldn't admit it. I wasn't a slut; I was being forced. I couldn't make a sound.

Kuang Ge seemed extremely satisfied with my silence; it seemed that this made the game more fun. His middle finger thrust in and out of my vagina, his thumb flicking my clitoris back and forth, while his other hand kneaded my soft, weightless breasts. "Xiaoxiao, you still won't admit it. Look at girls from decent families, they wouldn't let men play with them like this and make a sound, they'd be ashamed to death. Look how much of your juices have flowed out." My face was flushed, filled with shame and humiliation, but I bit my lip and remained silent.

"Tsk tsk," Brother Kuang clicked his tongue, "Little slut, still trying to pretend to be virgin? Have you forgotten how you were fucked just now?

" My heart ached, remembering that I was no longer a virgin, that I had just lost my virginity, and now I was naked and being played with by two men. What was the point of talking about virginity?

The senior released my toes and sighed, "Xiaoxiao, there are still twenty minutes left. If you don't scream, how can I bear to torture you like this?" I hated this beastly man in my heart and cursed, "You're shameless!

" "I'm shameless?" "The senior patted my cheek with a smile. 'Xiaoxiao, you don't know what you look like right now.' My face was flushed, my big, blurry eyes flickered with unease and shame, and strings of clear tears were pitiful. My brows were furrowed. This pitiful expression was just inviting all men to cruelly ravage you, play with you, and torture you to satisfy the devil in their hearts. I've been playing with you here for ten minutes without ravaging you, and you still say I'm shameless? Then I'll show you what true shamelessness is." After saying this, he pulled my right leg onto his own, his right hand caressing the inside of my delicate thigh and sliding upwards. This subtle touch made me feel unbearably itchy. I bit my lip hard, my face turning red, to stop myself from crying out. The senior's left hand had already moved to the base of my thigh, and then suddenly he inserted three fingers into my honey hole.

His fingers weren't inserted deep enough, so although they were brutally ravaging my genitals, I managed to hold back my screams. But unexpectedly, he pulled out after only two thrusts, and then his right hand reached behind me. I suddenly remembered the woman I'd just seen sandwiched between two men, and screamed, "No!!!

" The senior sighed, "Xiaoxiao, why are you so naughty? I haven't even started and you're already screaming. Should I continue?" "I don't know what to do. If I say yes, then... then... If I say no, then this scream will count, and I'll be... The senior waved his finger in front of my face, "Xiaoxiao, do you want more?" Kuang's fingers played with my breasts, constantly biting my earlobe, "Xiaoxiao, have you thought it through? Anyway, there are still more than ten minutes left, I'm not in a hurry. But have you thought it through? Look at the one next to you?" I glanced at the woman next to me. She had gotten off the two men, but two dildos were still inserted in her vagina. The two men were each holding one and thrusting violently, as if they wanted to break her. The woman was screaming loudly, whether from pain or something else.

What terrified me was how big those two dildos were… My body definitely couldn’t handle this; I definitely wouldn’t be able to stop myself from screaming.

“Xiao Xiao?” The senior was still waving his fingers.

I bit my lip, not knowing what to do. Then I remembered that my body was no longer clean. I closed my eyes and said softly, “No more.” Brother Kuang’s eyes lit up, and he smiled. “What, you little slut, want me to fuck you?” I didn’t know how to answer, and tears streamed down my face.

But Brother Kuang didn’t want my answer. He carried me to the corner of the wall. I couldn’t support myself and could only lean helplessly against the wall as he carried me on his body. Then Brother Kuang’s thick penis suddenly plunged into my vagina.

The sudden, overwhelming feeling made me cry out, "Ah..." Brother Kuang sighed contentedly, "You really are a slut. You wouldn't moan before, but you started moaning as soon as I put it in." I felt ashamed and humiliated and refused to moan anymore, but Brother Kuang moved back and forth slowly, asking me, "Little darling, little slut, is it comfortable? Do you like me playing with you like this?" I closed my eyes, tears streaming down my pale face, and shook my head desperately.

"Don't like it? How about this?" Brother Kuang suddenly thrust violently, penetrating very deeply. I felt as if the depths of my body were being pushed open, and the deep impact made me groan involuntarily.

"So this little slut likes being fucked hard like this. Let's have some fun another day. You like buses, so let's find a crowded bus and do this, see if you scream or not, okay?" I panicked and opened my eyes. At that moment, I finally resigned myself to my fate. I couldn't fight them, I was destined to be played with. I begged, "Please, don't—" Brother Kuang's expression was extremely comfortable. "I like young girls the most, tight, warm, intoxicating. But you're really tight, little slut. There aren't many women like you who are born to be fucked by men, so comfortable—" He said as he fucked me, "Beg me? Beg me not to play with you on the bus? Okay. Beg me." "Ah—" I groaned as I was fucked, "Please." Brother Kuang suddenly laughed, "That's not how you beg, silly girl. Say something to please me." I didn't know what it meant to please him, and I froze.

Kuang shook his head helplessly, then leaned close to my ear, "Like begging me to fuck you, saying you're a little slut who likes to be fucked wildly by men, etc. Say some nice things, and I'll let you go." I shook my head and refused, but Kuang didn't force me. "If you don't want to, that's fine. You'll naturally speak up when we get on the bus." I was terrified. There were so many strangers on the bus... "Please..." "Hmm?" "Please... fuck me!" My voice was definitely not seductive, but timid and cautious, but this timidity seemed to please Kuang.

"Hmm?" "I'm a whore who likes to be fucked... um... a little bitch..." I couldn't bear the shame of calling myself a whore and cried, "Please, please... I, I really can't do it..." At that moment, I felt an unparalleled pleasure surge up in my lower body, so powerful it almost melted me. I don't know if it was crying and saying I was a whore and wanted to be fucked that stimulated Kuang Ge, or perhaps it was the feeling of being tightly embraced and the pleasure of his penis rubbing against me that made Kuang Ge's desire burn even more intensely. He suddenly moved up and down violently, the sound of his lower abdomen hitting me frequently and intensely, each movement accompanied by my painful moans and his heavy breathing. My body gradually sank into the stimulation of my senses, and I could no longer speak, only sobs and moans remained.

That day, I don't know how many times I was fucked and how many men fucked me. When I was finally sent back to school, I struggled to climb back to my dormitory, collapsed on my bed, and buried my head in my hands and cried. My first time was actually promiscuity...

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