The misfortune of a female college student returning home late at night

After graduating from high school, I entered a prestigious university. That year, the university's admission system underwent reform, resulting in a surge of female students. However, the number of male and female dormitories was not adjusted accordingly, making the supply of female dormitories crucial. The number of dormitories allocated to us girls was very limited. Although I didn't live near the university, I wasn't too far away either, so I remained unassigned for three years.

One night in mid-April, I was studying at school and didn't return home until about 11:30 PM. The area where we lived was relatively safe, but I usually tried to avoid returning home late, as I was just a vulnerable girl, especially at my age, making me easy prey for predators. However, that night I had no choice. I was studying with my classmates at school, and even though it was late, they wouldn't let me leave early.

I was already quite careful, as it was an older area with old streetlights and insufficient lighting. For safety, I deliberately avoided crowded areas. As I approached the large inn where I was staying, I saw a few people sitting in the open space in front of the inn, drinking beer and making a lot of noise. It was obvious they were spoiled brats who didn't study. Perhaps hearing my footsteps, two or three of them looked over. Even from a distance, I felt a chill run down my spine, imagining those eyes staring at me with ill intent. I felt terrified. After a moment's thought, I turned and left, too afraid to return.

They might just be idle loafers, or they might be lecherous predators. Perhaps I was being a bit neurotic, but molestation, even rape, is a woman's worst nightmare, especially when there are several of them, so I had to be careful.

I thought I'd wait ten or twenty minutes until they were full and had dispersed. But I couldn't wander around, because it was all dark and gloomy, and any dark corner could harbor a lecherous predator, ready to pounce on its prey at any moment.

Before returning to my lodgings, I first scouted the area from a distance. The gang had definitely dispersed; there wasn't a single one left, only a few beer bottles on the ground. So I walked forward with peace of mind. Just as I was about to use the key to open the iron gate to the entrance of the lodgings, I heard some strange noises behind me. Before I could turn around, someone grabbed my neck and gagged me from behind, then grabbed my arms on both sides. And that wasn't all; another person appeared in front of me, bent down, grabbed my ankles, and pulled my legs up. The four of them held me hostage like that, lifting me up and taking me away.

I immediately knew what had happened. Several boys were holding a lone woman hostage late at night—were they going to take her out for a late-night snack? Of course, they might just be taking me to a quiet place to rob me, but my woman's intuition told me that something even more unfortunate was about to happen to me.

Terrified, I struggled and twisted my limbs, but with them holding me like that, the struggle was futile. All I could see was the person holding my legs. Good heavens! He looked only fourteen or fifteen, yet he was abducting me. He had blond hair and a sullen face; the other three were probably the same kind of people, maybe even the same gang of juvenile delinquents from before. I thought I'd been very clever earlier, but I still ended up in their clutches.

With such a large group, escape was impossible. Maybe I should try to shout, hoping someone nearby would hear me. But that wasn't a good idea either; few people came and went after dark, and they would definitely take me to an even quieter place, making it even less likely anyone would hear me. I could
manage for the first two years, but not in the final year. Graduation year was particularly busy, so I rented a room in a tenement building near the university with three girls from other departments. This made going to and from school much more convenient.

Although I had stopped struggling, I still felt they were walking unsteadily, and I could smell a strong odor of beer emanating from them. I thought, perhaps they were drunk when they did this impulsive thing? Or maybe I could try to persuade them not to do such a beastly thing from that perspective. I needed to use words to bring them to their senses, to remind them that gang rape is a grave crime.

They were going to carry me to the nearby park. They put me down on a bench in the park, and I took the opportunity to peek around. Luckily, I didn't find any of their accomplices waiting.

The hand covering my mouth was removed. Just as I was about to speak, my mouth was gagged again, and they tied my hands with rope. I didn't have a chance to say a word. But I didn't give up. Even with my mouth gagged, I still managed to make weak "hmm" sounds.
Finally, they responded to the sounds I made, but instead of listening to what I wanted to say, they slapped me several times.

"You damned bitch! Still trying to resist!" "They thought I wanted to scream, so of course they wouldn't untie the cloth strips. I didn't know what else to do besides accept the reality.
'No, when I was raping her, her vagina was so tight and narrow, it really felt like a virgin, it made my penis feel like it couldn't breathe.'

The three stinky guys held my head down and pressed down on my upper body, making me unable to move. Six hands continued to grope my body. Some touched my hair, face and neck, some rubbed my breasts through my skirt, some touched my private parts through my skirt, and one hand was on my thighs through my skirt. The

blond stinky guy who grabbed my feet took off my shoes and started touching my feet with both hands, moving upwards. From my calves to my thighs, then he simply lifted up my long skirt completely.

I think they were slightly disturbed, probably because they saw my white panties. The blond stinky guy wanted to take off my panties." I kicked my legs wildly, trying to close them again, but they were forcibly pulled apart by the others, followed by a tearing sound as my underwear ripped.

The blond slob lightly brushed my pubic hair with his fingers, sending waves of itching through my genitals, like the sensation I sought during masturbation. But to have this shameless man arouse such a feeling now felt humiliating.

As I tried my best to resist this exquisite physical sensation with reason, I suddenly cried out "Ah!" through my sealed lips, a sharp pain shooting through my lower body, as if something had entered me. I tried to get up to see, but my body was still pinned down, though I could lift myself somewhat.

The blond slob was standing between my legs, his lower body pressed against the top of my thighs; needless to say, his penis was already inside my vagina.
His arms were still wrapped around my thighs, thrusting in and out. Seeing this, the others intensified their actions, roughly tearing open the neckline of my floral short-sleeved shirt, forcibly removing my bra, and vigorously rubbing my breasts with their hands. Some pinched my nipples, roughly fondling my upper body, grabbing my head, and forcibly kissing my face.

After a while, the one who raped me ejaculated inside me, then weakly withdrew, allowing another to take over.
"Huh, so she's a college student."

Fortunately, a nearby dessert shop was still open, so I ate and watched TV there until it closed at midnight. I figured the gang should have left by now, so I paid and left.
They must have found my student ID in my wallet.

"Really? With so much hair down there, she must be a slutty college student, hehe." "
No~ I'm an innocent girl, not some slutty college student~ (Later, I sometimes saw in the newspapers that 'slutty college student' was actually the name of a pornographic film.)
Even just the contact between my lips and the outside of his penis was enough to make me feel something. If he really put that thing in my mouth, I'm sure I would last for three days and three nights.

'Hehe, after what you did to me, am I still a virgin?'

My originally pure and innocent body was not only defiled, but also subjected to their verbal abuse. It was unbearable, but I couldn't help but endure it.

After the four of them took turns raping me, in addition to the excruciating pain in my lower body, I also felt waves of swelling and pain in other parts of my body that had been violated."

Although they were just teenagers, their methods and actions were extremely brutal, truly a sign of the decline of morality.

However, even more heinous acts were yet to come.

After satisfying their lust, I thought I could finally escape, but the blond-haired scoundrel wanted to "go for it again." I felt a limp instrument hovering at the entrance of my vagina; he wanted to insert his penis into my lower body, but after many attempts, he failed.

Originally, I had already been gang-raped by four men, so being raped again wouldn't make much difference. However, I was still too proud and powerless to avoid being humiliated again.

But he didn't give up easily. Finally, he seemed a little impatient, and even untied the gag in my mouth, putting his penis to my lips, wanting me to suck it.
How could I do such a filthy job? Although he kept pressing his limp penis against my lips, I refused to open my mouth no matter what.

"Miss, please have mercy and give him a blowjob! Otherwise, his little brother won't be able to lift up and get up, hehehe!" one of them said. On the surface, they were pleading for me, but actually they were mocking blondie's inability to get an erection.
I suddenly felt a chill run down my spine because I remembered that there were eight or nine of them just now. If they gang-raped me... I really didn't want to think about it, I almost fainted. But I couldn't just give in like this, I had to think hard, maybe there was a way for me to escape this disaster.

This would be terrible for me, these gangs of kids value face the most, especially when it comes to sexual ability, they will never allow others to mock or belittle them. blondie, embarrassed and angry, reached out and grabbed my genitals, forcefully pulling my pubic hair, and asked me fiercely: "Are you going to refuse a toast but insist on drinking a forfeit!"

I shook my head again, and he yanked hard, tearing my pubic hair out.

I let out a weak scream, but was immediately slapped and had my mouth covered by another person. "

Don't make a sound, do you want to die!"

Actually, I didn't want to scream, but having my hair pulled out like this was unbearably painful. "Oh! Oh! Oh!" I screamed several more times, and the blond-haired stinky guy seemed to have gone mad, continuing to pull out my pubic hair until... I don't know if it was his hands tearing it... or if all my pubic hair was pulled out... before he stopped.

Then he walked away. I thought he had vented his anger, and he wouldn't do anything crazy to hurt me again, would he?

But then I heard his footsteps approaching. My mouth was tightly covered, but I could still barely turn my head, allowing me to see the blond, sullen man with a menacing look in his eyes approaching, holding a beer bottle…

He coldly said, “Don’t worry, I won’t kill you. But this beautiful young lady is arrogant and refuses to serve me, so she has to be taught a lesson.”

Hearing his words, I breathed a sigh of relief, but then felt a strange unease, thinking that this so-called “lesson” was no simple matter.

He spread my legs wide apart, my lower body still felt a throbbing pain, and my legs were weak and sore, unable to close them to resist.

Although my private parts were numb with pain, I still felt a thick, cold, hard object being inserted into my body. There was a bursting pain in my lower body, which was more than ten times stronger than the pain when I was deflowered...

I thought he was going to smash my head with a beer bottle. I guess that was his mistake, so I tried to grab him and told him "Don't do anything reckless" and "Don't risk your life."
Suddenly I understood: that shameless scoundrel had picked up a discarded beer bottle on the street and used it to penetrate my delicate place…

I dared not imagine it anymore, but the terrifying scene lingered in my mind: homeless people on the street sucking on beer bottles with their mouths… discarded beer bottles on the street were covered with ants, and sometimes cockroaches and rats would crawl by… the remaining beer in the bottle, along with the homeless people's saliva on the rim, flowed out and into my vagina… tiny insects from inside the beer bottle crawled along the tender flesh of my vagina and deep inside me…

scoundrel thrust the beer bottle violently inside me, muttering: “Watch me smash your stinking hole! Anyway, I can't have it… I won't give it to anyone else…”

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