In the deserted park at midnight

After graduating from high school, I entered a prestigious university. That year, the university's admission system underwent reform, resulting in a surge in female students. However, the number of male and female dormitories wasn't adjusted accordingly, leading to a severe shortage of female dormitories and very few rooms allocated to us girls. Although I didn't live near the university, I wasn't too far away either, so I didn't get a dormitory assignment for any of my three years at university.

I managed to manage for the first two years, but it became unbearable in the final year. My graduating year was particularly busy with coursework, so I shared a room with three other girls from different departments in a tenement building near the university. This made going to and from school much more convenient.

One evening in mid-April, I was studying at school and didn't get home until about 11:30 PM. The area where we lived was fairly safe, but I usually tried to avoid going home late at night. After all, I was just a vulnerable woman, and especially at my age, I was easy prey for perverts. But that night, I had no choice. I was at school studying with my classmates, and even though it was late, they wouldn't let me leave early.

I was actually quite careful, because it was an old area with old streetlights and very poor lighting. For safety, I made sure to stay on the main roads. As I approached the building where I lived, I saw several people sitting in the open space in front of the building, drinking beer and making a lot of noise. It was obvious they were juvenile delinquents who didn't study. Probably hearing my footsteps, two or three people looked over. Although they were far away, I felt a chill run down my spine. I felt those eyes staring at me with ill intent, and I was terrified. After thinking for a moment, I turned and left, too afraid to return to my lodgings.

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

I decided to wait ten or twenty minutes, until they had drunk their fill and made their way through the crowd, and then they would naturally disperse. But I couldn't wander around aimlessly, because it was all dark and gloomy, and any corner could harbor a pervert lurking, ready to pounce on their prey at any moment.

Luckily, a dessert shop nearby was still open, so I ate there while watching TV until it closed at midnight. I figured the gang of scouts should have left by now, so I paid my bill and left.

Before returning to my building, I observed them from a distance. The gang was indeed gone; not a single one was left, only a few beer bottles on the ground. So I walked over with peace of mind. Just as I was about to open the iron gate at the building entrance with my key, I heard a strange noise behind me. Before I could turn around, someone grabbed my neck from behind and gagged me, then grabbed my arms from 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 carrying me away.

I immediately knew what was happening. Several men were holding a single 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 secluded place to rob me, but my woman's intuition told me that something even more unfortunate was about to happen to me.

I struggled and twisted my limbs in terror, but with them holding me like that, it was all in vain. All I could see was the person holding my legs. Good heavens! He looked only fourteen or fifteen, yet he was abducting someone in the street. 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 alert earlier, but I'd still fallen into their clutches.

A chill ran down my spine. I remembered there were eight or nine of them. If I were gang-raped by this whole group… I couldn't even imagine it; I almost fainted. But I couldn't give up. I had to think hard; maybe there was a way to escape this disaster.

With such a large group, escape was impossible. Perhaps I should try to shout, hoping someone passing by would hear me. But that wasn't a good method either; few people came and went in this area after nightfall, and they would definitely take me to a more secluded place, where no one would be able to hear my cries.

Although I had stopped struggling, I could still sense that they were swaying slightly as they walked, and I could smell the strong odor of beer emanating from them. I thought, maybe they were drunk when they did this impulsive thing? Or perhaps I could try to persuade them not to do anything so beastly. I needed to use words to bring them to their senses, to remind them of the serious crime of gang rape.

It turned out they were going to carry me to the nearby park. They put me down on a park bench. I took the opportunity to peek around, thankfully not finding any of their accomplices waiting.

They released the hand covering my mouth. Just as I was about to speak, they gagged me again with a strip of cloth and tied my hands with rope. I had no chance to utter a single word. But I didn't give up; even with my mouth sealed, I still managed weak "hmm," "hmm" sounds.

Finally, they responded to my sounds, but instead of listening to what I wanted to say, they slapped me several times.

"You bitch! Still trying to resist!" They assumed I was trying to scream, so of course they wouldn't untie the cloth. Besides accepting my fate, I didn't know what else to do.

Three scoundrels held my head down and pressed down on my upper body, rendering me immobile. Six hands were constantly groping my body. Some touched my hair, face, and neck; some rubbed my breasts through my clothes; some touched my private parts through my skirt; and one hand was inside my skirt touching my thigh.

The blond, smelly guy who had grabbed my feet took off my shoes and started groping from my calves upwards. From my calves to my thighs, he simply flipped up my long skirt completely.

I felt a slight stirring among them, probably because they saw my white panties. The blond guy tried to pull my panties off. I kicked my legs wildly and tried to close them, but they were forcibly pulled apart by the others, followed by a tearing sound—my panties were ripped.

The blond, smelly guy lightly brushed my pubic hair with his fingers, sending waves of itchiness through my genitals, like the feeling I crave during masturbation. But now, having this shameless man arouse that feeling, I felt incredibly ashamed.

As I struggled to resist this strange physical sensation with my reason, I suddenly couldn't help but let out a soft "Ah!" through my sealed lips, because a sharp pain shot 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 my head a little.

The blond, smelly guy was standing between my legs, his lower body pressed against the top of my thighs; needless to say, his penis was already inside me.

His arms were still wrapped around my thighs, making thrusting motions. Seeing this, the others intensified their actions, roughly tearing my floral short-sleeved shirt open from the neckline, forcibly removing my bra, and vigorously rubbing my breasts with their hands. Some pinched my nipples, roughly fondling my upper body, while others grabbed my head and forcibly kissed my face.

After a while, the man who had raped me ejaculated inside me, then weakly withdrew, allowing another man to take over.

"Huh, so she's a college student."

They must have found my student ID in my wallet.

"Really? With so much hair down there, she must be a slutty female college student, hehe." "

No~ I'm an innocent girl, not some slutty college student~" (Later, I accidentally saw in the newspaper that "slutty college student" was the name of a pornographic film.)

"No, when I was raping her, her vagina was so tight and narrow, it really felt like a virgin's, it squeezed my penis so tightly I couldn't breathe." "

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

My originally pure and innocent body was not only defiled, but also verbally abused by them. It was unbearable, but I couldn't help but endure it.

After the four of them took turns raping me, besides the excruciating pain in my genitals, other parts of my body that had been violated also felt swollen and painful.

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

However, what happened next was even more heinous.

After satisfying their lust, I thought I could finally escape, but the blond-haired slut actually wanted to "go for it again." I felt something soft hovering at the entrance of my vagina; he wanted to insert his penis into my vagina, but he failed many times.

I had already been gang-raped by four men, so being raped again wouldn't make much difference. However, I was still thankful that he was willing but unable, which saved me from further humiliation.

He didn't give up easily. Finally, he seemed a little impatient, and even untied the gag from my mouth, putting his penis to my lips and demanding that I suck it.

How could I do such a filthy thing? Although he kept pressing his limp penis against my lips, I insisted on opening my mouth.

Even just the surface of his penis touching my lips was enough to give me a feeling; if I actually put that thing in my mouth, I believe I would last for three days and three nights. "

Miss, please have mercy and let him suck it! Otherwise, his little brother won't be able to stand up, hehehe!" one of them said. On the surface, he was pleading with me on behalf of his companion, but actually he was mocking blondie's inability to get an erection.

This put me in a terrible position. These kinds of juvenile gangs are extremely concerned with their reputation, especially when it comes to sexual prowess; they absolutely cannot tolerate being ridiculed or looked down upon. blondie, enraged, reached for my genitals, forcefully pulling at my pubic hair, and asked me menacingly, "Are you going to refuse a toast only to be forced to drink a penalty shot?!"

I shook my head again, and with a forceful tug, he ripped my pubic hair out.

I let out a weak scream, but was immediately slapped across the face, and another person covered my mouth.

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

Actually, I didn't want to scream, but having my hair plucked like that was unbearably painful. "Ouch! Ouch! Ouch!" I yelled a few more times, and the blond slob, as if possessed, kept plucking my pubic hair until… I don’t know if his hand got tired… or if he had plucked all my pubic hair… then he stopped.

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

But then I heard his footsteps approaching. Although my mouth was firmly covered, I could still barely turn my head, and I saw the blond slob, with a fierce look in his eyes, walking towards me with a beer bottle in his hand…

I thought he was going to smash my head open with the beer bottle, and his companion probably thought so too, so I tried to stop him, yelling at him, “Don’t do anything reckless,” “Don’t kill anyone.”

He coldly replied, "Don't worry, I won't kill anyone. But this pretty lady is so arrogant and refuses to serve me, so I'll have to teach her a lesson."

Hearing his words, I breathed a sigh of relief, but then felt uneasy again, thinking that this so-called "lesson" was no simple matter.

He spread my legs wide open, and I still felt a sharp pain in my lower body. My legs were also weak and sore, and I couldn't close them to resist.

Although my private parts were numb with pain, I could still feel a thick, cold, hard object being inserted into my body. There was a bursting pain in my genitals, ten times more intense than the pain of losing my virginity…

I suddenly realized: that shameless bastard had picked up a discarded beer bottle on the street and used it to penetrate my vulnerable area…

I dared not imagine it anymore, but the terrifying image lingered in my mind: a homeless man on the street holding a beer bottle in his mouth… I slurped the beer down... The beer bottles abandoned on the street were covered in ants, and occasionally cockroaches and rats would crawl by... The remaining beer in the bottles, along with the saliva of homeless men on the rims, spilled out and flowed into my vagina... Tiny insects from inside and outside the beer bottles crawled along the tender flesh of my vagina and deep inside me...

Chou Fei thrust the beer bottle violently inside me, muttering, "Watch me writh your stinky hole! Anyway, I can't have it... I won't leave it for anyone else..."

After graduating from high school, I entered a prestigious university. That year, the university's admission system had just been reformed, resulting in a sudden influx of female students. However, the number of male and female dormitories was not adjusted accordingly, so the supply of female dormitories was very tight, and the number of dormitories allocated to us girls was very small. Although I didn't live near the university, I wasn't too far away either, so I wasn't assigned a dormitory during my three years of university.

I managed to manage for the first two years, but it became unbearable in the last. My graduation year was particularly busy with coursework, 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.

One night in mid-April, I was studying at school and didn't get home until about 11:30 pm. The area where we lived was fairly safe, but I usually tried to avoid going home late, after all, I was just a vulnerable girl, especially at my age, making me easy prey for perverts. But 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.

Actually, I was already quite careful, because it was an old area with old streetlights and very poor lighting. For safety, I specifically chose to walk on main roads. As I approached the building where I was staying, I saw several people sitting in the open space in front of the building entrance, 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 people looked over. Although they were far away, I felt a chill run down my spine; I felt those eyes staring at me with ill intent, and I felt very scared. After thinking for a moment, I turned and left, too afraid to return to my lodgings.

Although they might just be idle scoundrels, they could also be lecherous men. Perhaps I'm being a bit neurotic, but molestation, even rape, is a woman's worst nightmare, especially when there are several of them, so I have to be careful.

I thought I'd wait ten or twenty minutes until they'd had their fill and dispersed. But I couldn't wander around, because it was all dark and gloomy, and any corner could harbor a pervert ready to pounce on their prey.

Luckily, a dessert shop nearby was still open, so I ate and watched TV there until it closed at midnight. I figured the gang should have left by then, so I paid and left.

Before returning to my building, I observed them from a distance. The juvenile gang had indeed all dispersed; there wasn't a single one left, only a few beer bottles on the ground. So I walked over without a second thought. Just as I was about to use the key to open the iron gate at the building entrance, I heard a strange noise behind me. Before I could turn around, someone grabbed my neck from behind and gagged me, then grabbed my arms from both sides. And that wasn't all; another person appeared in front of me, bent down, grabbed my ankles, and pulled me up by my legs. The four of them held me hostage like that, lifting me up and carrying me away.

I immediately knew what was happening. Several boys were holding a single woman hostage late at night—were they going to take her out for a late-night snack? Of course, they might just take me to a secluded place and rob me, but my woman's intuition told me that something even worse was about to happen to me.

I struggled and twisted my limbs in terror, but with them holding me like that, it was all in vain. All I could see was the person holding my legs. Good heavens! He looked only fourteen or fifteen, yet he was abducting someone in the street. He had blond hair and a smug look on his face. The other three were probably the same kind of people, maybe even the same gang of juvenile delinquents from before. I thought I had been very alert earlier, but in the end, I still fell into their clutches.

A chill ran down my spine. I remembered there were eight or nine of them just now. If I were gang-raped by such a large group… I couldn't even imagine it; I almost passed out. But I couldn't give up. I had to think hard; perhaps there was a way to escape this disaster.

With such a large group, escape was impossible. Maybe I should try to shout, hoping someone passing by would hear me. But that wasn't a good method either. Few people were around at night, and they would definitely take me to a more secluded place, making it even less likely anyone would hear my cries.

Although I had stopped struggling, I could still feel them swaying slightly as they walked, and I could smell the strong odor of beer emanating from them. I thought, maybe they were drunk when they did this impulsive thing? Or we could start from this point and try to persuade them not to do anything beastly. We should use words to bring them to their senses and remind them of the serious crimes of gang rape.

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 released. 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 single word. But I didn't give up. Even with my mouth gagged, I still managed to make weak "hmm" sounds.

Finally, they responded to my sounds, but instead of listening to what I wanted to say, they slapped me several times.

"You old hag! Still trying to resist!" They thought I was going to scream, so of course they wouldn't untie the cloth strips. I didn't know what else to do but accept reality.

Three stinky bastards held my head down and pressed down on my upper body, making me unable to move. Six hands kept groping my body. Some touched my hair, face, and neck; some rubbed and squeezed my breasts through my clothes; some touched my private parts through my skirt; and one hand touched my thighs under my skirt.

The blond stinky bastard who grabbed my feet took off my shoes and started groping from my calves upwards. From my calves to my thighs, he simply lifted up my long skirt completely.

I felt a slight stirring in their eyes, probably because they saw my white panties. The blond, smelly guy tried to pull down my underwear. I kicked and tried to close my legs, but they were forcibly pulled apart by the others, and then with a "rip," my underwear tore.

The blond guy lightly brushed my pubic hair with his fingers, sending waves of itching through my genitals, like the feeling I sought during masturbation. But now, having this shameless man arouse that feeling, I felt ashamed.

As I tried to resist this strange physical sensation with my reason, I suddenly couldn't help but let out a "ya" through my sealed lips, because a sharp pain came from 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 my head a little.

The blond-haired slut was standing between my legs, his lower body pressed against the top of my thighs. Needless to say, his penis was already inside me.

His arms were still wrapped around my thighs, and he was thrusting. Seeing this, the others intensified their actions, roughly tearing my floral short-sleeved shirt open from the neckline, forcibly pulling off my bra, and rubbing my breasts vigorously with their hands. Some were pinching my nipples, roughly playing with my upper body, and grabbing my head, forcibly kissing my face.

After a while, the one who raped me ejaculated inside me, then weakly withdrew, allowing another person to take over.

"Huh, so she's a college student."

They must have found my student ID in my wallet.

"Really? With so much hair down there, she must be a slutty female college student, hehe." "

No~ I'm an innocent girl, not some slutty college student~" (Later, I accidentally saw in the newspaper that "slutty college student" was the name of a pornographic film.)

"No, when I was raping her, her vagina was so tight and narrow, it really felt like a virgin's, it squeezed my penis so tightly I couldn't breathe." "

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

My originally pure and innocent body was not only defiled, but also verbally abused by them. It was unbearable, but I couldn't help but endure it.

After the four of them took turns raping me, in addition to the severe pain in my genitals, other parts of my body that had been violated also felt swollen and painful.

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

However, what happened next was even more appalling.

After satisfying their lust, I thought I could finally escape, but the blond stinky guy wanted to "go for it again." I felt something soft hovering at the entrance of my vagina; he wanted to insert his penis into my vagina, but failed many times.

I had already been gang-raped by four men, so being raped again wouldn't make much difference. However, I was still grateful that he was willing but unable, preventing me from being humiliated again.

But he didn't give up easily. Finally, he seemed a little impatient, and even untied the gag from my mouth, putting his penis to my lips and demanding that I suck it.

How could I do such a dirty thing? Although he kept pressing his limp penis against my lips, I insisted on opening my mouth.

Even just the surface of his penis touching my lips was enough to give me a feeling; if I actually put that thing in my mouth, I believe I would stay inside for three days and three nights.

"Miss, please have mercy and let him suck it! Otherwise, his little brother won't be able to get up, hehehe!" one of them said. On the surface, he was pleading for his companion, but actually he was mocking the blond-haired stinky guy's erection.

This was terrible for me. These kinds of juvenile gangs are extremely concerned with their reputation, especially when it comes to sexual prowess; they absolutely cannot tolerate being mocked or looked down upon. The blond, smelly guy, enraged, reached for my genitals, forcefully pulling at my pubic hair, and asked me menacingly, "Are you going to refuse a toast only to be forced to drink a penalty shot?!"

I shook my head again, and with a forceful tug, he ripped my pubic hair out.

I let out a weak scream, but was immediately slapped across the face, and another person covered my mouth.

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

Actually, I didn't want to scream, but having my hair plucked like this was unbearably painful. "Ouch! Ouch! Ouch!" I yelled a few more times, and the blond slob, as if possessed, kept plucking my pubic hair until… I don’t know if his hand got tired… or if he had plucked all my pubic hair… then he stopped.

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

But then I heard his footsteps approaching. Although my mouth was firmly covered, I could still barely turn my head, and I saw the blond slob, with a fierce look in his eyes, walking towards me with a beer bottle in his hand…

I thought he was going to smash my head open with the beer bottle, and his companion probably thought so too, so I tried to stop him, yelling at him, “Don’t do anything reckless,” “Don’t kill anyone.”

He coldly replied, "Don't worry, I won't kill anyone. But this pretty lady is so arrogant and refuses to serve me, so I'll have to teach her a lesson."

Hearing his words, I breathed a sigh of relief, but then felt uneasy again, thinking that this so-called "lesson" was no simple matter.

He spread my legs wide open, and I still felt a sharp pain in my lower body. My legs were also weak and sore, and I couldn't close them to resist.

Although my private parts were numb with pain, I could still feel a thick, cold, hard object being inserted into my body. There was a bursting pain in my genitals, ten times more intense than the pain of losing my virginity…

I suddenly realized: that shameless bastard had picked up a discarded beer bottle on the street and used it to penetrate my vulnerable area…

I dared not imagine it anymore, but the terrifying image lingered in my mind: a homeless man on the street holding a beer bottle in his mouth… I slurped the beer down... The beer bottles abandoned on the street were covered in ants, and occasionally cockroaches and rats crawled by... The remaining beer in the bottles, along with the saliva of the homeless man on the rim, spilled out and flowed into my vagina... Tiny insects from inside and outside the beer bottles crawled along the tender flesh of my vagina, deep inside me...

Chou Fei thrust the beer bottle violently inside me, muttering, "Watch me writh your stinking hole! Anyway, I can't have it... I won't leave it for anyone else..."

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