Gang rape nightmare

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It was a weekend in September, I can't remember the exact time, but I do remember the train traveling along the river. Patches of reeds shimmered green in the setting sun, and the evening breeze blew them all in one direction, making me feel like there were countless poisonous insects, snakes, and toads lurking within.

I didn't see "Old Ghost's" gang on the train; the carriage was so quiet it seemed even the train's clatter was gone. As soon as

the train arrived at the station where "Old Ghost's" factory was located, I saw "Snake" and the others peering into the carriage from the platform. After the train stopped, they boarded and came straight to me, saying it was "Old Ghost's" birthday and they insisted I come over—just ten minutes, it wouldn't delay my return home.

I thought about how I hadn't told "Old Ghost" about my marriage earlier, which might have hurt him, so I agreed to go with them for a while.

His friend was called "Hemp Stick," referring to his thinness, like a hemp stick. His dormitory was far from the factory, but right next to the train station. It was an old two-story building, inhabited by young workers who all went home on weekend nights, leaving the hallways empty except for the occasional strange shouts and yells from his buddies.

There were nearly ten people in the dormitory, with two tables placed side by side, covered with various snacks wrapped in newspaper and plastic bags, along with bottles and glasses.

"Old Ghost" wasn't happy to see me come in, and I suspected it might be "Snake's" doing, but since I was already there, they pushed and shoved me to sit on a stool next to "Old Ghost."

Someone suggested I toast "Old Ghost," so I offered him a glass. He downed it in one gulp. I didn't want to drink, just took a sip, but they wouldn't let me off the hook and forced me to drink it. Then it was all over. Everyone toasted me, saying all sorts of things, like how drinking the boss's drink and not theirs meant I looked down on them; even more difficult was "Old Soy" making me drink, saying it was his birthday and I should give him face.

After drinking those toasts, my face flushed, and my head started to feel lightheaded. I was worried about the train, constantly checking my watch; I felt like I had about ten minutes left before I had to leave.
"Old Ghost" was already showing signs of drunkenness, swaying as he came over and sat down on the bed I was sitting on. I tried to move aside, but he suddenly grabbed me. He pulled me into his arms and started kissing me. I was a little tipsy and didn't really resist, letting him touch and kiss me, my excitement gradually rising with the alcohol.

Just then, his hand started to wander, reaching towards my pants. Even though I'm usually confused, I'm still very wary, quite sensitive, so I grabbed his hand and said, "No, you can't do this." "Old Ghost" pulled away from my mouth, his face darkening, looking at my face as if it were something he'd never seen before, then suddenly pounced on me, pinning me to the bed and reaching into my pants.

I panicked, grabbing his arms to stop him, but one of his hands grabbed both of my arms, while his other hand was already inside. I cursed him, but my head was buried in the blankets at the corner of the bed, so I couldn't utter a sound. I just kicked and struggled with my legs clamped together.

His hand had already reached my pubic hair, trying to slip it down, but my kicking and writhing prevented him from doing so.

Helpless, he released me after all his effort. I sat up abruptly and yelled, "You're an animal, not a human!" I tried to get up and leave, but my legs, which had been kicking for so long, were too weak, and I plopped back down.

Just as I landed on the bed, he pounced on me again. This time he was prepared. He probably thought of a plan in a split second, grabbed both my hands, quickly switched them in one hand and pressed them hard against the bed, while his other hand went to unzip my pants.

I started to get really scared and tried to break free, but he gripped my hands even tighter, squeezing so hard that my bones ached. My upper body was helpless; all I could do was keep kicking and trying to lift my head, begging for mercy: "No! Let me go... Ouch... Ah... Oh..." The pain in my wrists prevented me from pleading any longer, turning into painful screams.

The door opened, as if someone had entered, and I cried out, "Help..." But before I could finish, a blanket was thrown over my

head, pressing down on my face. Someone held my legs down; I could no longer kick. My pants were pulled down, my underwear too. I didn't care about any of that anymore; the immediate problem was the blanket covering my face so tightly I felt like I couldn't breathe.

Human survival skills are incredible; every time I think back on this, I admire myself. Four or five strong men were pressing down on me, yet I managed to struggle and move my head to the wall against the bed. Right there at that right angle, I breathed through my mouth, forgetting even to shed tears.

My legs were spread wide, my buttocks on the bed, my legs held tightly in the air. A body entered between my legs, touched my genitals a few times, and I tried to kick my legs again, but they were spread even wider, not allowed to bend, straight as if I were doing a split, my hip bones aching from the strain.

Someone was starting to rape me, probably "Old Ghost." His thing was as hard as an iron shovel handle, drilling and pushing it in.

Over the years, I had read several articles describing rape, and something always felt off. Later, I realized the problem was in the beginning. In the articles, penetration was smooth, but mine was so difficult. I had been married for almost a year, and I was no stranger to sex. Every time I had sex with my husband, it was smooth; in fact, when I was very excited, I could slide in with my body's weight. But that night, I felt like there was no opening, it was dry, like that iron shovel handle was about to tear my skin open from below.

I groaned in pain, and "Old Ghost" seemed to realize something was wrong too. He moved Nanbangguo away and used his hands to pry open my vaginal opening again. This time he succeeded, inserting halfway, but it was still tight, still painful. When he tried to pull out, it became too stiff to go back in.

Mine is flesh, but isn't his flesh too? Does my pain make him feel good? It can't be like that. So they studied it, and I breathed a sigh of relief. Tears immediately welled up like a gushing spring, instantly soaking the blanket on top. I wanted to cry out loud, but I still had to breathe, so I started to move my body like that.

No one sympathized with me. A bunch of drunken thugs, probably already red-eyed, who cared what I was doing?

Something sprayed up from my genitals, not much, then another spray, and I realized someone was spitting on me there. Several times, and then a hard penis was inserted.

This time it didn't hurt. The penis began to move in and out smoothly, my head being pushed forward against the wall repeatedly. After dozens of thrusts, my head started to hurt. I tried to struggle, but my wrists were held, so I tried to move my head further in.

Actually, I hadn't moved anywhere; I was just being hit in a different spot. Just then, my lower body started hurting again; it started as a dull ache, then turned painful, and the pain intensified until it became unbearable. So I started twisting and turning with every ounce of strength I could muster. Each twist provided some relief, so I kept twisting and turning, no matter how hard they pressed down on me, I just wanted to move a little.

Thankfully, the pain ended quickly. The person on top of me was twitching his hips and ejaculating inside me.

After he left my body, everything was calm. My legs were lowered, my feet dragging on the ground, and the person holding my legs moved away, leaving only his hands still controlling me. I didn't want to struggle anymore, and I had no strength left to move; I just cried. Suddenly, my vision brightened.

The blanket rolled up above my head, "Ma Gan," was held high in his hand, his eyes fixed on me.

The light wasn't very bright, but having suddenly emerged from the darkness, it felt blinding, and I quickly closed my eyes to hide. In that instant between opening and closing my eyes, I saw "Old Ghost" sitting naked on the opposite bed, "Hemp Stick" and another person standing on the floor, and "Snake" crouching in the corner of the bed next to me, having just let go of my hand.

The house was quiet except for my sobs. After crying for a while, as I wiped my tears, I saw my naked lower body and sat up to look for my pants. My pants were on the opposite bed, where "Old Ghost" was sitting smoking, pressing them down.

I reached for the clothes to put on, and just as I stood up, "Old Ghost" suddenly stood up, took a step forward, and forced me to sit down. His face was so ferocious that I couldn't help but shudder when he looked at me.

He chopped at my nose with his finger, trying to say something but unable to, only managing a few "you, you" sounds before stopping, and then he started pacing around the house. I kept my head down and continued crying, able to see his bare legs swaying back and forth, his ugly penis swinging back and forth.

Suddenly, he stopped in front of me, pointed at my nose again, and said, "Just these three brothers of mine, let them all have their turn, and I'll let you go."

Hearing this, my head felt like it was going to explode, my body went limp, and I knelt down. I grabbed his leg and begged loudly, "Okay, please let me go, I won't report you, please let...me...go, let...me...go..." My voice trembled with fear and tears, and I couldn't finish the sentence.

At that moment, I felt a sharp pain on my scalp, and I realized he was grabbing my hair and lifting me up. I quickly stood up. Before I could even stand up straight, a sharp "smack" blocked the sound from my ear, and my face immediately burned with pain. I was so scared that I didn't even dare to sob, and my body trembled uncontrollably.

He grabbed my neck, lifted my face, and his fingers felt like they were about to chop into my eyes. He said,

"You still want to sue me? Damn it, I'll have a dozen brothers fuck you. If that doesn't kill you, then go ahead and sue me. Ma Gang, go and call them all over. Let's kill this bitch and bury her in the reeds. Damn it, I've never been played before in my life, and this stinking bitch has toyed with me."

As he cursed, he noticed that "Ma Gang" didn't move, so he turned around and punched "Ma Gang" in the chest, yelling,

"Damn it, didn't you hear me?" Then he raised his fist again, and Ma Gang ran out like the wind.

I was shoved onto the bed and remained frozen in that position, too afraid to move.

"Ma Gan" brought in two people, saying that the others had knocked on the door earlier but hadn't been answered, and had all gone home. So, "Lao Gui" told them to lock the door from the inside, pointed to the nearest one, "A She," and told him to go first, one person at a time.

"A She" threw away his cigarette, laughed, and said, "Lao Gui, really?" "Lao Gui," with his reddened eyes, cursed, "Damn it, you're not deaf, you really think she's my wife?"

Hearing this, "A She" jumped off the bed and started taking off his pants on the floor, turning his head to "Ma Gan," who was standing in front of the radiator, and said, "Ha! Buddy, sorry, I'll go first." He then turned back to greet the two people sitting on the empty beds by the door.

As he climbed onto me, I instinctively kicked my legs twice. This further enraged "Old Ghost." Before I even saw him lift "Snake" away, he was already shoving his face right in front of mine. I felt a tightness around my neck, and then my face went numb from several loud slaps. It took a while for the sound to return to my ears from afar.

"Take off your clothes, take them off!" I didn't know who he was talking to. I scrambled to my feet and started unbuttoning my shirt, my hands trembling so badly I couldn't even unbutton the short sleeves. Then I heard someone laugh, and then everyone started laughing. I glanced at them; it didn't seem like they were laughing at me.

When people are scared, they even forget shame. After I took off my clothes, I didn't know what to do, and I didn't dare look at "Old Ghost." Luckily, "Snake" climbed up in time, which calmed me down a little. "Snake's" penis wasn't hard, and everyone laughed again. Some people gathered around to look. I stole a glance at "Old Ghost." He was lying on the bed by the door with his back to me, smoking. I felt my trembling subside a little.

"Ah She" moved me onto the bed and knelt between my legs, starting to rub his penis. Watching him, time seemed to drag on endlessly; I desperately wanted him to get hard.

Finally, he lay down and penetrated me, and I breathed a sigh of relief. He ejaculated inside me, and the "seven-step" penetration went smoothly. He squeezed my breasts while nodding his head like a kowtow, his breath reeking of alcohol.

After about ten minutes, he finished, got out of bed, and put on his pants. At that moment, someone watching from the side hurriedly climbed on top of me.

I was no longer afraid or ashamed; it just felt like my job, a mission. Before he even reached me, I was already positioned to face him.

Of course, there was no excitement; I just felt something slippery inside, my lower body stretching open, sometimes full, sometimes deflated.

When it was "Ma Gan's" turn, I realized something was wrong with my lower body; it was incredibly tight. I looked down at him, and I saw he was skin and bones, and his...things were enormous. He was completely on top of me, hugging me and kissing around my ears. I didn't want him to kiss me, so I turned my head away. I heard him whisper in my ear, "Just bear with it. There's only one person left, and that's it. Old Ghost is drunk and has a bloodshot eye. He'll let you go when he sobers up, otherwise you'll get beaten up again. He's even capable of killing people."

These were the warmest words I'd ever heard. Tears welled up in my eyes. He wiped my tears as he continued to fuck me, and then the pleasure started to come, and it kept increasing.

Feeling excited and having pleasure, I started to feel ashamed. There were people watching, and one of them even reached out and touched my breasts. I immediately blushed and turned my head to the wall.

This guy still had a long way to go. I wanted to control my pleasure; wouldn't it be too embarrassing to show it now? But his thin body seemed to have inexhaustible strength, each thrust more powerful and faster than the last, and I finally couldn't help but start writhing in response.

Someone nearby laughed and shouted, "He's horny! He's horny! Look!" I was so ashamed I didn't even bother to look up, just covering my face with my hands. The stimulation from the friction caused by his strong member entering my body quickly spread up my legs and body. I didn't care about covering my eyes anymore, just gritting my teeth to stop myself from moaning.

Suddenly, "Ma Gang" stopped and began to ejaculate. His penis throbbed inside my vagina, the spurting fluid powerfully impacting the depths of my being. I couldn't control myself anymore, letting out a cry of "Ohhh!" An orgasm followed, wave after wave crashing over my head, leaving me dizzy.

When I came to my senses from the orgasm, I found that the person in front of me had changed; it wasn't "Ma Gang" anymore. People were gathered around the bed, rubbing their penises, pointing and talking loudly, but "Old Ghost" wasn't there. This made me feel safe, but also disgusted and lewd, extremely lewd, and my excitement returned.

This person finished in just a few minutes, and someone else immediately climbed on top to take over. I don't even know what happened to my genitals; they were all sticky.

Just as this person finished and the next one climbed on top, "Old Ghost's" voice rang out, loud and clear: "Enough! When will this end? How many times have I done this?!"

My heart pounded wildly. The person left my body and jumped off the bed. The people around us remained silent, sitting on the bed looking for their pants.

I didn't dare move, just lying there with my legs together, my back and legs tired, but lying like this was very comfortable. After they were almost dressed, "Old Ghost" said, "Alright, alright, go back to sleep." So everyone opened the door and left, leaving only the two of us.

He walked to the opposite bed, threw his pants and clothes at me, and I found my underwear. I sat up to put them on, only to find a sticky mess under my buttocks, and my crotch was covered in it. I didn't know where to wipe it, and I didn't dare tell him. He noticed, reached out, pulled down a towel (I don't know whose it was) and threw it to me.

I knelt up, wiped my buttocks and genitals clean, then put on my pants and clothes, and got out of bed to see what he wanted.

He kept smoking, then said, "It's eleven o'clock, you can't go back. You'll just sleep here, and I'll find a way to take you home tomorrow morning." His voice was gentle, with a hint of frustration and dejection. After saying that, he left.

I was left alone in the house, not knowing what to do. I stood there for a while, my mind blank, when I saw my bag on the empty bed. Remembering my plans to go home, I picked it up and walked outside.

I opened the door, and after taking only a few steps, I heard the door open again, and someone shouted, "She's gone." I started running, and people chased after me. My previously blank mind immediately tensed up, and my legs went weak. I ran while holding onto the wall, but before I even got out of the door, I was grabbed. The tension almost made me break down. I thought, "This is it, they're definitely going to kill me." So I screamed at the top of my lungs, not for help, not to beg for mercy, just to scream, to make a loud noise.

The sound was barely audible before someone covered my mouth and dragged me into the room.

When they put me on the bed, my teeth were chattering so badly I couldn't even close them. They discussed something, and finally, they all dispersed, leaving only "Old Ghost."

Old Ghost shouted, "Where are you going? It's the middle of the night, are you going to walk home? Aren't you afraid of being eaten by wolves? I told you I'd take you tomorrow, I'd take you tomorrow, don't you have ears? Besides, if you want to sue, you'll have to wait until dawn, the police station is closed." It seemed they weren't going to kill me. I gradually calmed down, and instead of being afraid, I became sad, and tears started flowing again.

"Old Ghost" quickly took off his clothes and lay down on the bed opposite me. After a while, hearing me sniffling and crying, he turned his head away to sleep. A little while later, he jumped down and turned off the light.

I don't know how long I cried. One moment I thought of my parents and felt sad, the next I thought of my husband and felt sad again. I even remembered my colleagues from work, and the bus ticket seller I often took—they seemed so kind and dear to me.

Finally, my eyes adjusted to the darkness, and I could see everything. I felt tired, sleepy, and weak all over, so I leaned against something and lay down. But as soon as I lay down, I felt something sticky on the bed. Afraid of getting it on my pants, I got up and wiped it with the towel I had thrown on the bed. Once I felt it was clean, I climbed back into bed.

In my drowsy state, I suddenly felt my eyes burning, and my head felt hot, as if I had put my head into a furnace. Startled, I sat up abruptly. There was a dark figure standing in front of the bed, holding something in his hand.

"Who's there?" I asked nervously, shrinking back into the bed.

"Hey, Lao Gui, let me put some hot water on your eyes, otherwise they'll be even more swollen tomorrow." I felt relieved. He handed me a bundle of something and said, "Here, do it yourself." The towel was very hot; I didn't know where he got the hot water in the middle of the night. I lay down and put the towel on my eyes. It burned a little, so I changed the side, and it felt a bit better.

The towel wasn't hot anymore, just wet. I put it on the table, and then I saw "Lao Gui" get out of bed and take the towel away. Then I heard the sound of a thermos being poured into a basin in the empty space by the bed. A moment later, a hot, scalding towel was handed to me again.

I said okay, no; he wouldn't allow it. I thought I should just go along with him and put it on my eyes again.

The third time, after he changed the hot water, he pushed me further into the bed, trying to get on top. I threw the towel at him and wouldn't let him.

Suddenly, the towel flew back to my face. "I told you to put it on, so you put it on, are you an idiot?" His voice was loud. I got scared and quickly covered my eyes again. When he pushed me away again, I hurriedly moved further in.

He lay down on the edge and turned to hug me. I covered myself with a towel, unable to see him, but I could feel his hand slipping inside my clothes. I thought I'd just have to endure it until dawn and didn't dare resist.

After the towel cooled, he took it away and continued touching my breasts. I felt I could see him from where I was lying, and seeing him terrified me, so I turned over and lay on my side. He started unbuttoning my pants, and I tried to stop him a couple of times, but remembering my goal of staying until dawn, I endured it and let him unbutton them.

After unbuttoning them, he didn't just touch me; he pulled them down to my thighs, and then his already hard penis shoved into my buttocks. It hurt a little on the outside, but inside it was still wet and slippery. He didn't use force, so I didn't resist.

He lasted a long time, thrusting endlessly from behind. I wanted to sleep but couldn't, and I slowly became aroused.

He probably guessed I was aroused, so he got up and pulled my pants off, then took off his own clothes, lay down on his side again, and continued touching my breasts while having sex.

This position wasn't very comfortable, and besides, I was always afraid of him and didn't want to turn around, so I was just comfortable, far from reaching orgasm.

After he ejaculated, I didn't move, but I was really sleepy. I had just fallen asleep when I felt him hardening and penetrating me again.

So, in a daze, I felt him penetrating me all night.

...

When dawn broke, he was sleeping like a log, drooling. Thinking of his face from last night, I wanted to stomp on it a few times.

I quietly got up, washed my genitals with water from the basin, got dressed, tidied my hair, and tiptoed out the door.

The morning train arrived at this station at eight o'clock. Because it was Sunday, there were many people waiting on the platform. I was worried that someone would chase after them, so I hid in the crowd and kept watching the direction of their dormitory. Fortunately, nothing happened.

When I got home, my husband wasn't there; he had gone to work overtime. I looked in the mirror; my eyes were dark and red, but the swelling had gone down. I started rummaging through drawers and closets for clothes, then grabbed them and ran to the public bathhouse.

I never took that train again. I only took the bus home, and less often—only half a month, and I could even take time off work to go back.

I didn't tell anyone. At first, I kept having nightmares about them killing me, saying they'd bury me in reeds infested with poisonous snakes and toads. Sometimes I'd even dream that I was pregnant and gave birth to

a toad , which terrified me.

My period didn't come the second month, but I had a problem with delayed periods, so I didn't think much of it. But as it approached the full month, I started to get scared. My husband thought it was his and wanted it, which led to a fight. He even told his mother, but I insisted on having an abortion.

Later, I got pregnant again, and I no longer had any doubts. I gave birth to a boy, and then I started raising the child and making ends meet. That incident gradually disappeared from my dreams and my mind.

[The End]

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