A Famous University Beauty's Self-Description

That story happened when I was a sophomore in college, and even now, thinking about it makes my heart race.

I remember that summer was incredibly hot, and the weather in the south is always humid and muggy. Even though the sun had long since set, the heat was still intense.

The girls in our performing arts department were all very clean, and every day before dinner we would shower in the college bathroom. After a thorough shower, we'd rush to apply all sorts of skincare products.

I didn't appreciate that deliberate effort, which resulted in a strong odor emanating from my body—I would only lightly rub on a little floral water; I liked that cool feeling.

However, as the most beautiful girl in the college, my subtle fragrance always attracted boys to crane their necks to follow my scent. Later, I acquired an elegant title: the Cool Beauty.

My outstanding beauty and slender figure made many girls envious, and many boys felt ashamed of themselves, only able to cast fiery glances at me from afar or after I passed by.

I could almost feel my body enveloped in a ball of flame, the dazzling light blinding them.

I secretly rejoiced at being born a woman, thanking heaven for bestowing upon me such unparalleled beauty.

Behind our campus stands a majestic and beautiful mountain, a paradise for couples, where newlyweds would linger until late.

The mountain is covered in lush forests and verdant grass; clear springs flow, and mist swirls around, creating a breathtaking scene.

My boyfriend and I often strolled hand in hand amidst the beauty of the landscape, lost in dreams of a vibrant future. Little did I know that the most humiliating experience of my life would unfold in this picturesque setting.

That day, after class, I walked briskly out of the towering teaching building as usual. An unusual color drew my gaze to the western horizon, where the setting sun cast a blood-red glow upon the world.

I had a vague premonition that something unusual was about to happen.

I shouldn't have argued with my boyfriend, and in a fit of pique, I climbed to the mountaintop alone. Ming was supposed to come find me, but he got caught up in other things.

Night fell quietly without me noticing, and the daytime hustle and bustle of the city gradually subsided.

A light mist rose, insects chirped softly, the wind rustled through the treetops, and the moon's shadow shifted across the walls.

I stood alone on the mountaintop, watching the moonlight like water and the sky full of stars.

Below, the streetlights in the city gradually lit up, glowing with a neon-red light, merging with the lights of countless homes. My heart, too, slowly brightened, and my gloomy mood quietly dissipated.

What a beautiful night! My heart fluttered, and I drifted into a reverie, completely forgetting the passage of time.

A midnight breeze swept by, ruffling my long hair, and a chill seeped into my thin shirt. I realized then that I was all alone. I glanced at my watch; it was midnight. I felt a pang of unease.

I was only wearing a strapless dress. During the day, my bare, slender arms would have made my graceful figure appear even more elegant and beautiful, but now I felt a chill. I remembered I had a pink silk jacket in my purse. Though thin, it should at least offer some protection against the biting wind.

I took it out, shook it out, and put it on. The thin silk fabric brushed against my shoulders, the gentle touch making my heart itch.

I sighed softly: "Sigh, I should go back. He must be very worried if he can't find me!" I stood up, straightened my long skirt, which had become slightly wrinkled from sitting, and slowly walked down the path I had come from.

The tall, straight trees of the day now stood like eerie, dark figures on both sides of the path. The chill emanating from the depths of the forest seeped into my heart, and a shiver ran through me. I instinctively hugged my arms in fear.

Long skirts and high heels are unsuitable for hiking. The uneven stone steps quickly made my ankles tired and numb, while the hem of my skirt kept obstructing my view downhill.

I had no choice but to gently pull up the hem of my skirt and take one difficult step at a time, like a Japanese soldier scouting for landmines in a movie.

Thinking about my disheveled appearance, I couldn't help but chuckle.

As I carefully rounded the mountain stream, a gust of mountain wind suddenly swept in front of me, making the tassels and sash of my skirt flutter and the hem of my skirt swing open. A few restless strands of embroidery broke free from the hairpins and danced in the air.

Just as I was about to raise my hand to straighten myself, a pair of strong arms suddenly grabbed me from behind and hugged me around the waist; a tall figure jumped out in front of me and covered my mouth and nose with a towel that smelled pungent! Caught off guard, I opened my eyes wide in surprise and took a deep breath. The strong drug successfully invaded my body, and my consciousness immediately became blurred. The dark figure in front of me began to float like ripples on water as everything in front of me changed. The lewd laughter that had been ringing in my ears seemed to gradually fade away and disappear. I suddenly had no strength left and slowly went limp... There were three people who had robbed me. They carried me down the mountain, stuffed me into a car, and drove wildly towards the suburbs.

When I woke up, it was already too late. It was pitch black outside; the neon streetlights of the city were gone. All I could hear was the screeching of car wheels on the pavement.

Inside the car, the stench of sweat and alcohol was overwhelming. I was lying on my back on the laps of two men sitting side by side, barefoot and bare-shouldered, my clothes open, their four arms groping me wantonly.

I noticed that my coat had been pulled down to my elbows, revealing my snow-white arms.

The thin, tight dress I was wearing underneath was cool and showed off my satin-like figure during the day, but now, touching it felt as real as touching my skin.

The potent drug left me weak and listless, and the two men's wanton violation of my body filled me with unbearable shame.

Later, the car drove into a secluded forest on the outskirts of the city. The uneven road caused the car to bounce violently, followed by the screeching of the thick weeds against the car doors. My heart pounded—I knew I had been taken deep into the woods.

I dared not think, nor had the time to think, about what was about to happen; everything felt like a dream.

As soon as the car stopped, I was dragged out and thrown onto the grass. Two men pounced on me, pinning me to the ground and forcibly positioning me on my back. They each held one of my wrists tightly to the ground, and my long, flowing hair cascaded down my shoulders.

I heard my earrings tap against a small pebble, making a tinkling sound.

The cool grass brushed against my neck. In the chaos, a tall figure swiftly straddled my slender waist. I stared at the man on top of me in terror, unsure of what he was going to do.

I saw his burning gaze fixed on my chest, his eyes filled with an uncontrollable, intense excitement.

After scrutinizing me for a moment, his two large hands swiftly reached around my neck, grabbed my collar, and ripped open my pink coat. I clearly heard the buttons being torn off one after another. He

simply pulled the entire ripped coat out from under me and threw it far away.

My green dress underneath was a tight-fitting corset, and the lying position made my already full breasts even more prominent. I could see the thin, snow-white lace of my bra peeking out from under the dress. A wave of panic washed over me, and my instinct to cover myself made me want to use my hands to cover myself, but my wrists were firmly held down. For the first time, my usually proud, graceful, and alluring figure was unwillingly displayed to someone else.

I saw his eyes, gleaming with a predatory light, fixed on my firm breasts, so much so that I forgot to close my mouth.

Finally, I managed to swallow hard, and then I heard him exclaim in near-shocking admiration: "Truly a great beauty! Tonight we'll be living the high life!" I didn't understand what he was saying at first, but then I saw his large hands reach down to my chin again, grabbing the bodice of my dress and ripping it open. With a sharp tearing sound, a cool sensation instantly enveloped my entire body—my dress had been ripped in two from top to bottom, revealing my creamy white, high-waisted bra and tight panties to the three men.

Ah, no! I screamed, shock and fear turning into intense humiliation.

I saw him continue reaching out, intending to remove the last bit of clothing I had left. "

Let us see what you look like naked!" he lewdly said.

"No, please, no!" I struggled and screamed desperately, my legs kicking behind him, but it was no use in stopping his further violation.

His large hands roughly slipped under my armpits, caressing my smooth back, carefully searching for the bra opening. His upper body was almost pressed against mine; I saw his strong chest heaving deeply as his hands roamed my back. Then I felt the tight bra suddenly loosen.

His hands continued to slide along my back, down to my waist, and then he grabbed my underwear and roughly pulled it down over my buttocks… By the time I was completely naked, the effects of the drug and the struggle had left me exhausted.

Being so close to a strong, naked man made me inexplicably unsettled. I'd

only ever felt this way when I first embraced my boyfriend; I never imagined it would happen with another man.

A sudden pang of guilt washed over me. I felt I had wronged my boyfriend; I shouldn't have felt this way about another man.

I tried to suppress the urge, raised my eyes, and let out a difficult sigh.

But just then, I suddenly noticed his erect, throbbing penis, head held high like a rooster, looking down at me—the prey it was about to conquer.

This was the first time I, almost twenty, had ever seen a man's mature penis, and a terrifying word immediately flashed into my mind: a huge cock! My gaze instantly averted from it, my face flushed crimson with shame. I realized what was about to happen! He was ready to force me into having sex with him! His breathing became rapid again.

He lowered his head and rested it on the grass to my left, naturally rubbing his rough face against my smooth cheek. I thought this was perhaps the intimate whispering between lovers, except that I was with a complete stranger.

He gently bit my earlobe with his teeth, blowing warm air onto my fair, slender neck: "Remember this, I'm your first man!" I knew that my vagina had a man's penis for the first time; I knew it wasn't the man I had always dreamed of, but it was truly my first man's; I knew that this man would reach orgasm through the mutual rubbing of our intercourse, and then ejaculate into my body with his large penis—that is, real intercourse—but he remained still.

The guy holding my left hand finally couldn't hold back and said, "Boss, what are we waiting for? Let's fuck her!" The guy holding my right hand also said, "Yeah, boss, fuck her to death!" The guy on top of me said with difficulty, "Okay, I'll fuck her a thousand times to open your eyes, you two count!" The two of them responded simultaneously.

Just then, I felt the penis inside me start to move, slowly withdrawing, and just as it was about to pull out, it stopped at the entrance of my vagina, rested briefly, and then slowly pushed back up. "

One!" I heard the two onlookers say in unison. The penis withdrew again, and then pushed back up. "Two!" they counted again.

How could my fresh vagina accommodate this savage, uninvited guest? The friction of his large, hard penis against my dry vagina was excruciating. I had heard that a girl's first time was painful, let alone my first time being raped! I bit my lip and endured it, my brows furrowed. By the time I heard the count to sixty, I was trembling all over and could no longer bear it. Oh, it hurts! I cried out.

The person holding my right wrist said, "Boss, this won't do!" The person holding my left hand said, "Boss, how about we give her some medicine?" I heard the person on top of me grunt, and immediately heard footsteps and the sound of a car door opening and closing. A gust of wind blew a few strands of my messy hair onto my face, and in front of me was a bulging plastic ball, the kind with a big belly and a long neck, filled with red liquid.

The person on top of me said, "Drink this and the pain will go away!" I knew it couldn't be any good medicine, and I shook my head, saying, "I don't want to drink it."

He chuckled, "That's not your choice!" My mouth was pried open by the person next to me, and the long neck of the medicine bottle pressed hard against my tongue, extending all the way back to the root of my tongue. My God, this was specially designed for women being raped! A thick liquid shot into my throat; I couldn't resist and had to swallow it.

The empty bottle was thrown far away, and the four of us fell silent. The surrounding darkness was eerily quiet.

I felt the cool liquid gradually flow into my stomach.

Soon I felt a surge of heat throughout my body. My inner thighs and buttocks began to itch, and my breasts swelled. The area where we were joined was hot, numb, and itchy. Good heavens, they had given me an aphrodisiac! Soon my entire body was steaming with heat, drenched in fragrant sweat. My vagina, no longer dry, gradually became lubricated with his thrusts.

A tingling, pleasurable sensation emanated from our point of contact, spreading throughout my body like electricity. That wonderful feeling was something I had never experienced before, and it was almost unbearable. I knew this was the pleasure of sexual intercourse; men and women come together to enjoy it. It's a physiological response, and I wouldn't lose it just because I was being raped.

However, I had to hold back; I couldn't let them see that I was experiencing pleasure. I couldn't show my physical vulnerability as a woman in front of these lecherous men! But the pleasure grew stronger and stronger, and my heart beat faster and faster. I gradually realized that I was finally losing control of my body's reactions.

When I counted to 190, I desperately heard the sound of water splashing from where our bodies were joined. I could no longer hide it; my body's reaction showed that he had brought me to pleasure! I heard a voice say, "Haha, you're feeling it!" I immediately blushed deeply with shame.

What was even more terrifying was that the penis inside me increased the frequency of its thrusting and became thicker and longer. The increasingly intense, throbbing pleasure pressed against the vaginal walls, violently impacting my brain. Our breathing became rapid and labored. He couldn't help but open his mouth first, thrusting into me while groaning heavily. His rapid breaths constantly brushed against my ear, unbearably itchy.

I quickly bit my lip, afraid that I would also groan like him; I would be utterly ashamed if I did.

Ha, I never imagined that this afternoon I would be cuddling and cuddling with my boyfriend, rarely even having physical intimacy with him, and then tonight I would be being sexually assaulted by a completely naked stranger! Everything before me felt like a dream.

Then his thrusts became faster and more powerful, and my whole body rubbed violently against the grass with each impact. My God, over four hundred times, and he still maintained his fierce frequency without any sign of abating! I knew I was no match for him.

Gradually, my vagina became hot from his penetration, my eyes saw stars, my chest heaved violently, and my two breasts bounced up and down.

As he thrust in and out, I seemed to enter a fairyland, and gradually began to have some hallucinations: I was already married and lying on the flower bed in the bridal chamber, and the man on top of me making love was my boyfriend Ming, my true love.

When they counted to 660, I couldn't hold back any longer. "Mmmmmm," I moaned, growing louder and louder. He pressed his hot, thick lips against mine. Overwhelmed by the surge of desire, I opened my mouth and met his tongue. Our tongues immediately intertwined. Because I was on top and he was thrusting violently, his saliva kept flowing into my mouth. Later, he simply sucked my tongue into his mouth, holding it tightly with his lips, playing with it wantonly. I couldn't breathe through my mouth anymore; the suffocating sensation created even more intense pleasure, instantly pushing me to a peak of ecstasy. A powerful electric current surged through every pore of my body. My first ever orgasm had finally arrived. Ah—! I opened my mouth and let out an incredibly pleasurable cry. My whole body tensed up, and I felt a warm current gushing out of my vagina. My labia automatically tightened around his penis, and the vaginal walls spasmed and contracted, clamping down on the glans inside. My mouth was open, and the intense excitement made my whole body tremble uncontrollably.

My shoulders shook violently.

At this moment, he stopped cooperatively, simply using his two strong hands to hold my shoulders firmly, pressing me down to the ground, patiently waiting for my orgasm to slowly subside. The two people holding me down released my hands and stood up, but my hands suddenly lost all strength and collapsed limply onto the grass.

My tense muscles gradually relaxed, and the trembling throughout my body slowly subsided.

Although I had just been raped, I felt an indescribable sense of comfort, as if I had eaten a ginseng fruit.

I was somewhat exhausted after experiencing an orgasm.

His hands, which had been tightly gripping my shoulders, released me and he supported himself on the ground.

His upper body was now away from my chest, and my breasts, which had been squeezed so tightly, returned to their usual fullness and firmness. My breathing became slightly easier, but I felt a cool sensation in my cleavage. I realized that I was drenched in sweat from extreme excitement, and my breasts, having been pressed tightly against his chest, were especially sweaty.

Yet, even now, his entire penis was still throbbing and invading my vagina! He panted and asked, "Has the orgasm passed? I didn't expect you to give up after only a few rounds!" I was speechless with shame.

Then his terrifying penis began to move again, like a train that had stopped at a small station for a short rest before starting again. It remained as firm, as slow, as powerful, thrusting in and out of my vagina section by section, rubbing the glans against the opening before pushing in again.

His unhurried teasing and the lingering effects of the aphrodisiac finally aroused me once more.

"Mmm, mmm, ha, ha," I moaned helplessly. I wondered if this was truly my own voice, the voice of a model female college student. I tried to bite my lip, but the cries of pleasure kept escaping my lips. "

Seven hundred and thirty-eight, seven hundred and thirty-nine!" The two people beside me kept counting, thoroughly enjoying the process of our intercourse.

With each thrust, with each count, we both couldn't help but moan.

The pleasure slowly made me lose my mind, and I gradually began to cooperate with his thrusts. I spread my legs wide apart, actively raising my buttocks high so that his penis could penetrate deeper, and my arms involuntarily rose up to hold his thick, round waist.

(Incest movie) At this moment, he realized that my willpower had completely collapsed, so he began the next move: his iron-like hands forcefully gripped my shoulders and arms, and he suddenly pulled me up to sit upright, my buttocks sitting on his spread thighs, and we were now in a naked embrace.

His incredibly thick penis remained erect inside my vagina. This sudden change shocked me. I felt completely lost during our naked, seated intercourse. I never imagined there was such a sexual position that would make a woman so ashamed. I lowered my head in embarrassment. He gave a smug, lewd smile, opened his arms, and gently pulled me into his embrace from behind.

His hands gradually slid down to my buttocks, cupping my bottom and lifting me up. At the same time, his thighs pulled inward, and an upward force bounced my body up. I cried out in surprise, but my body fell back down, and I sat back on his thick penis. And just like that, one round of friction between our sex toys was completed. Then came the second, the third… My body was completely passive, rising and falling on his thighs, continuing to endure his violation of me.

His penis had deeply penetrated my body. Although each thrust was more difficult in this position, it brought us both even more intense stimulation.

I quickly lost control; the throbbing itch made me clamp my legs tightly around his waist, and my hands around his chest.

His strong arms lifted and lowered my hips, and the intense visual stimulation made me incredibly comfortable, leaning against his shoulder and moaning softly. The friction of our chests made me even more excited.

He kissed me passionately again.

After a blissful union, I reached my second orgasm: Ah—I held him tightly, breaking free from his lips.

Heaving heavily, my chin resting on his shoulder, I moaned in ecstasy. He stopped lifting me, pulling me tightly into his arms. My vaginal fluid gushed out again, but because his large penis was blocking my lower body, it remained inside.

After the climax, my shame deepened. I buried my head in his chest, only able to see his swollen belly and my slender waist pressed together.

Our pubic hair was now a dark, continuous patch, and his large penis was no longer visible. I knew that inside my vagina, I didn't know when this violation would end.

Just then, he slowly pushed me to the ground, returning me to my original position. He pulled back, withdrawing his vile penis.

I saw it glistening wetly in the moonlight; I knew it was the fluid secreted from both his and my bodies, something that made intercourse easier, an accomplice in his easy rape.

He grabbed my ankles again, but this time he spread them out and placed them on his shoulders, then leaned down, still inserting his penis into my vagina.

I was curled up in a humiliating shrimp shape by his heavy body; my knees were almost touching my chest. Fortunately, my body is flexible enough, otherwise I would have broken my back.

But this position made it extremely difficult for me to breathe, while his large penis made it even easier for him to move in and out of my vagina.

He gripped my shoulders firmly again, and I heard him say, "Today I'll show you what it means to be unable to reach ecstasy or die!" Before he finished speaking, his thrusting suddenly became frenzied, like the pistons of a speeding train. Through the gap between his armpits and my thighs, I saw his high-raised buttocks rising and falling like waves, while his huge penis pounded violently against my honey hole. His strong hips slammed powerfully against the back of my smooth thighs and round buttocks, making loud slapping sounds. With each thrust, he tried to reach the deepest part of my body he could penetrate. I tensed all my muscles to welcome each of his fierce impacts.

Our point of union was already overflowing with spring water, and the sounds of our thrusting filled the air.

In an instant, I felt a gun thrashing wildly beneath me, my juices splattering everywhere. I could hardly contain my racing heart, breathing heavily with excitement, my chest heaving violently. I closed my eyes in a daze, while he seemed to have endless potential, relentlessly thrusting into me. I was quickly brought to another climax: I tried to lift my hips, pressing his penis tightly against my lower body without leaving any gap. His thick, stiff pubic hair rubbed against my clitoris, waves of pleasure making it unbearable! My vaginal fluid gushed out again. I tilted my head back, my chin held high in excitement, moaning as if I were suffocating.

Suddenly, he recklessly spread my legs off his shoulders, my heels sliding down to his lower back. After a dozen or so rapid thrusts, he abruptly pounced on me, his arms quickly slipping under my armpits and pulling me back over my shoulders. My soft body was once again tightly embraced by him. I felt his penis inside me hard and large like never before. My body was completely filled; the burning, swelling, firmness, and throbbing sensation made me feel utterly overwhelmed. I desperately wanted to close my legs to help my vagina grip the penis that was driving me to ecstasy, but his thick body blocked my legs. I could only squeeze his thick, round waist with all my might. The intense tingling and numbness in my inner thighs and the area where we were joined was unsoothed, and the waves of pleasure almost made me faint. At

this moment, his lower body was pressed firmly against my vulva, pushing with all his might into the deepest part of my vagina, leaving no gap between his penis and mine. I also used all my strength to raise my hips, completely swallowing his erect penis.

Ah, ah—! He opened his mouth and cried out wildly in my ear, his penis, hot as a torch and hard as a rock, inside me, beginning to throb violently. At the same time, he tensed all his muscles, holding me tightly and shivering repeatedly. And right at the point of our union, streams of semen shot into my body.

Those streams of semen shot straight into my heart like sharp arrows.

I knew that this moment meant that I had been completely fucked by him.

After ejaculating the last jet of semen, our tense bodies went limp almost simultaneously, and he collapsed weakly onto me.

After two orgasms, I was completely exhausted. His penis gradually softened and slipped out of my vagina.

Due to the intense and prolonged stimulation, my tender labia still trembled slightly.

I heard a voice say, "Boss, one thousand and twenty-four times!" He stood up, put on his clothes, while I remained lying numbly on the cold grass.

I could feel the remaining semen gushing from my vagina, flowing onto the grass beneath my buttocks.

The sticky semen had soaked my once clean and shiny pubic hair, making it a messy clung to the area around my vaginal opening.

A breeze blew by, and my lower body and inner thighs felt instantly cool; after this ravaging, my private parts were now a complete mess.

Tears blurred my vision as I stared at the dark shadow—this was the stranger who had made love to me for the first time; this was the man who transformed me from a girl into a woman; this was the man who gave me my first taste of orgasm; this was the man who took my precious virginity.

I didn't know whether to hate him or love him. God, why punish me like this? Why did I have to go through this? Why? I lay quietly on the grass, completely exhausted. The eastern sky was already turning white. I glanced at my watch: it was past four.

God, I had been gang-raped for four whole hours! My limp wrists collapsed weakly back onto the grass.

I knew that the sun would rise again soon, but I would no longer be clean and pure! I struggled to my feet, picked up my discarded dress and coat. The dress was torn, but at least it covered me. I brushed away the withered grass and leaves, slowly put it on, and, clutching my aching lower abdomen—which had been repeatedly struck by the trees—struggled out of the woods. I reached a nearby hotel and booked a room.

In the bathtub, I turned the water up high, the entire bathroom steaming. Tears streaming down my face, I frantically lathered myself with soap and various shower gels, washing myself again and again.

After bathing, I lay weakly on the hotel's clean, soft bed, wrapping myself tightly in a blanket.

Having experienced such a whirlwind, I still feel as if I'm swaying in the wind and rain.

The green of life was heavily painted with a layer of gray paint by the sudden disaster, and beautiful aspirations were shattered by the unpredictable and merciless reality.

That story happened when I was a sophomore in college, and even now, thinking back on it makes my heart pound.

I remember that summer was extremely hot, and the weather in the south was particularly humid. The scorching sun had long since set, but the lingering heat was still very high.

The girls in our performing arts department were all very clean, and every day before dinner, we had to go to the college bathroom to shower. After a thorough shower, we would rush to apply all sorts of skincare products to our bodies.

I don't appreciate deliberate makeup that makes one constantly reek of odor—I only lightly rub a little floral water on myself; I like that cool feeling.

However, since I'm the most beautiful girl in the college, my subtle fragrance always attracts boys to crane their necks to follow my scent. Later, I earned an elegant title: the Cool Beauty.

My outstanding beauty and slender figure make many girls envious, and many boys feel ashamed of themselves. They can only cast fiery glances at me from afar or after I've passed by.

I can almost feel myself enveloped in a ball of flames, the dazzling light blinding them.

I secretly rejoiced at being born a girl, thanking God for bestowing upon me exceptional beauty.

Behind our school stood a majestic and beautiful mountain, a paradise for couples, where newlyweds would linger until late.

The mountain was covered in lush forests and verdant grass; clear springs flowed, and mist swirled around it, creating a breathtaking scene.

My boyfriend and I often strolled hand in hand amidst the beauty of the landscape, lost in dreams of a vibrant future. Little did I know that the most humiliating experience of my life would unfold in this picturesque setting.

That day, after class, I walked briskly out of the towering teaching building as usual. An unusual color drew my gaze westward to the horizon, where the setting sun cast a blood-red glow upon the world.

I had a vague premonition that something extraordinary was about to happen.

I shouldn't have argued with my boyfriend, and in a fit of pique, I climbed to the mountaintop alone. Ming was supposed to come find me, but he got caught up in other things.

Night fell silently, and the daytime hustle and bustle of the city gradually subsided.

A light mist rose, insects chirped softly, the wind rustled through the treetops, and the moon's shadow shifted across the wall.

Alone on the mountaintop, I gazed at the moonlit night and the sky filled with countless stars.

The streetlights in the city below gradually lit up, glowing with a neon light that blended with the lights of countless homes. My heart, too, slowly brightened, and my gloomy mood quietly dissipated.

What a beautiful night! I couldn't help but feel my heart flutter, drifting into a reverie, completely forgetting the passage of time.

A midnight breeze swept by, ruffling my long hair, and a coolness seeped into my thin shirt. I realized then that I was all alone. I glanced at my watch; it was midnight. I felt a little guilty for being so impulsive.

I was only wearing a strapless dress. During the day, my long, slender, white arms, exposed to the elements, would have made my graceful figure appear even more elegant and beautiful. But now, I felt a chill. I remembered I had a pink silk cardigan in my purse. Though thin, it should at least shield me from the fierce, biting wind.

I took it out, shook it out, and put it on. The thin silk fabric brushed against my shoulders, the gentle touch making my heart flutter.

I sighed softly: "Oh well, I should go back. He must be very worried about me right now!" I stood up, straightened my long dress, which had become slightly wrinkled from sitting, and slowly walked down the mountain along the path I had come from.

The tall, straight trees of the day now stood eerily dark on both sides of the road, like demons. The chill emanating from the depths of the forest seeped straight into my heart, and a shiver ran through me. I instinctively hugged my arms in fear.

A long skirt and high heels were unsuitable for hiking. The uneven stone steps quickly made my ankles ache and go numb, while the hem of my skirt deliberately blocked my view downhill.

I had no choice but to carefully lift the hem of my skirt and take each step with difficulty, like a Japanese soldier scouting for landmines in a movie.

Thinking about my disheveled appearance, I couldn't help but chuckle to myself.

As I carefully rounded the mountain spring, a sudden gust of mountain wind swept in front of me, causing the tassels and sash of my skirt to flutter wildly, the hem of my skirt to billow open, and a few restless strands of embroidered flowers to break free from their hairpins and dance in the air.

Just as I was about to raise my hand to straighten them, a pair of strong arms suddenly grabbed me from behind and embraced me around the waist; a tall figure then leaped out in front of me, pressing a towel with a pungent odor against my mouth and nose! Caught off guard, I opened my eyes wide in surprise and gasped for breath. The potent drug easily seeped into my body, and my consciousness immediately blurred. The dark figure in front of me began to ripple like water, and the lewd laughter that had been ringing in my ears seemed to gradually fade away and disappear. I suddenly felt completely powerless and slowly went limp... There were three men who had robbed me. They carried me down the mountain, shoved me into their car, and sped wildly towards the outskirts.

When I woke up, it was already too late. It was pitch black outside; the neon streetlights of the city were gone. All I could hear was the screeching of the car wheels on the ground.

The car reeked of sweat and alcohol. I lay on my back on their laps, barefoot and bare-shouldered, my clothes open, their four arms groping my body wantonly.

I noticed my coat had been pulled down to my elbows, revealing my pale arms.

The thin, tight dress I wore underneath, which would have been cool and showed off my satin-like figure during the day, now felt like direct touch on my skin.

The strong drug had left me weak and powerless, and the two men's wanton violation of my body filled me with unbearable shame.

Later, the car drove into a secluded wooded area on the outskirts of the city. The uneven road caused the car to bounce violently, followed by the screeching sound of the thick weeds scraping against the car door. My heart clenched—I knew I had been taken deep into the woods.

I dared not think, nor had the time to think, about what was about to happen; everything seemed like a dream.

As soon as the car stopped, I was dragged out and thrown onto the grass. Two men pounced on me, pinning me to the ground and forcibly positioning me on my back. They each held one of my wrists tightly to the ground, and my long, flowing hair cascaded down my shoulders.

I heard my earrings tap against a small pebble on the ground, making a clinking sound.

The cool grass brushed against my neck, and in my panic, a tall figure swiftly straddled my slender waist. I stared at the man on top of me in terror, unsure of what he was going to do.

I saw his burning gaze fixed on my chest, his eyes filled with barely suppressed excitement.

After scrutinizing me for a moment, his large hands quickly reached around my neck, grabbed my collar, and ripped open my pink coat. I clearly heard the buttons being torn off one after another.

He then simply pulled the entire ripped coat out from under me and threw it far away.

My green dress underneath was a tight-fitting corset, and the lying position made my already full breasts even more prominent. I could see the thin, snow-white lace of my bra peeking out from under the dress, and a wave of panic washed over me. My instinct to cover myself made me want to use my hands, but my wrists were firmly held down. My usually proud, graceful figure, with its captivating curves like a lotus emerging from water, was being reluctantly displayed to someone for the first time.

I saw his eyes, gleaming with a predatory light, staring at my firm breasts, mesmerized, even forgetting to close my mouth.

Finally, I managed to swallow hard, and then I heard him exclaim in near astonishment: "Truly a great beauty! Tonight, we're really going to be living the high life!" I didn't understand what he was saying at first, but then I saw those large hands reach down to my chin again, grabbing the bodice of my dress and ripping it open. With a sharp tearing sound, a cool sensation instantly washed over me—my dress had been ripped in two from top to bottom, revealing my creamy white, high-waisted bra and tight panties to the three men.

"Ah, no!" I cried out, shock and fear turning into intense humiliation.

I saw him continue reaching out, intending to remove the last bit of clothing I had.

"Let us see you naked!" he leered. "

No, please, no!" I struggled and screamed desperately, kicking my legs behind him, but it was no use in stopping his further assault.

His two large hands roughly slipped under my armpits and into my body, caressing my smooth, clean back, carefully searching for the bra opening. His upper body was almost pressed against mine, and I could see his strong chest heaving deeply as his hands roamed over my back. Then I felt my tight bra suddenly loosen.

His hands continued to slide along my back, down to my waist, and then he grabbed my underwear and roughly pulled it down over my buttocks… By the time I was completely naked, the effects of the drug and the struggle had left me exhausted.

Being so close to a strong, naked man made me inexplicably unsettled. I'd

only ever felt this way when I first embraced my boyfriend; I never imagined it would happen with another man.

A sudden pang of guilt washed over me. I felt I had wronged my boyfriend; I shouldn't have felt this way about another man.

I tried to suppress the urge, raised my eyes, and let out a difficult sigh.

But just then, I suddenly noticed his erect, throbbing penis, head held high like a rooster, looking down at me—the prey it was about to conquer.

This was the first time I, almost twenty, had ever seen a man's mature penis, and a terrifying word immediately flashed into my mind: a huge cock! My gaze instantly averted from it, my face flushed crimson with shame. I realized what was about to happen! He was ready to force me into having sex with him! His breathing became rapid again.

He lowered his head and rested it on the grass to my left, naturally rubbing his rough face against my smooth cheek. I thought this was probably what lovers do when they whisper sweet nothings in each other's ears, except that I was doing it with a complete stranger.

He gently bit my earlobe with his teeth, blowing warm air onto my fair, slender neck: "Remember this, I'm your first man!" I knew it was the first time a man's penis had entered my vagina; I knew it wasn't the man I had always dreamed of, but it was truly my first man's; I knew this man would reach orgasm through the mutual rubbing of our intercourse, and then ejaculate into me with his large penis—that is, real intercourse. But he remained still.

Finally, the man holding my left hand couldn't help but say: "Boss, what are you waiting for? Fuck her!" The man holding my right hand also said: "Yeah, boss, fuck her to death!" The man on top of me said with difficulty: "Okay, I'll fuck her a thousand times to open your eyes, you two count!" The two men responded simultaneously.

Just then, I felt the penis inside me begin to move, slowly withdrawing, only to stop at the vaginal opening just before pulling out. After a brief rest, it slowly pushed back up. "

One!" I heard the two onlookers exclaim in unison. The penis withdrew again, then pushed back up. "Two!" they repeated several times.

How could my fresh vagina accommodate this rude, uninvited guest? The friction of his large, hard penis against my dry vagina was excruciating. I had heard that a young girl's first time was painful, let alone my first time being raped! I bit my lip, enduring the pain, my brow furrowed. When I heard the count reach sixty, I was trembling all over, unable to bear it any longer. "Oh, it hurts!" I cried out.

The person holding my right wrist said, "Boss, this won't do!" The person holding my left hand said, "Boss, how about we give her some medicine?" I heard the person on top of me grunt, and immediately heard footsteps and the sound of a car door opening and closing. A gust of wind blew a few strands of my messy hair onto my face. In front of me was a bulging plastic ball, the kind with a big belly and a long neck, filled with red liquid.

The person on top of me said, "Drink it and the pain will go away!" I knew it couldn't be any good medicine. I shook my head and said, "I don't want to drink it."

He chuckled: "That's not up to you now!" My mouth was pried open by the people next to me, and the long neck of the pill bottle pressed hard against my tongue, extending all the way to the root of my tongue. Good heavens, this was designed specifically for women being raped! A thick liquid shot into my throat; I couldn't resist and had to swallow it.

The empty bottle was thrown far away, and the four of us fell silent. The surrounding darkness was terrifyingly quiet.

I felt the cool liquid gradually flow into my stomach.

Soon, I felt a burning heat throughout my body; my inner thighs and buttocks began to itch, my breasts swelled, and the area where we were joined was hot, numb, and itchy. Good heavens, they had given me an aphrodisiac! Soon, my whole body was steaming with heat, drenched in fragrant sweat, and my vagina, no longer dry, gradually became lubricated with his thrusts.

A tingling, pleasurable sensation emanated from our point of contact, spreading throughout my body like electricity. That wonderful feeling was something I had never experienced before, and it was almost unbearable. I knew this was the pleasure of intercourse; men and women come together to enjoy it. It was a physiological response, and I wouldn't lose it just because I was being raped.

But I had to hold back; I couldn't let them see that I was experiencing pleasure. I couldn't show these lecherous men my physical vulnerability as a woman! But the pleasure grew stronger and stronger, and my heart pounded faster and faster. I gradually realized that I was finally losing control of my body's reactions.

When I counted to 190, I heard a desperate sound of water coming from where our bodies were joined. I could no longer hide it; my body's reaction indicated that he had brought me to pleasure! I heard a voice say, "Haha, you're feeling it!" I blushed instantly. What

was even more terrifying was that the penis inside me increased the frequency of its thrusts and became thicker and longer. The increasingly intense pleasure of the swelling against the vaginal walls strongly impacted my brain. Our breathing became heavy and rapid. He couldn't help but open his mouth first, humming heavily as he thrust into me. His rapid breaths constantly brushed against my ear, making it unbearably itchy.

I quickly bit my lip, afraid I would also groan like him; I would be utterly ashamed if I did.

Ha, I never imagined that this afternoon I would be cuddling and cuddling with my boyfriend, rarely even having any physical intimacy with him, and then tonight I would be being sexually assaulted by a completely naked stranger! Everything before me felt like a dream.

Then his thrusts became faster and more powerful, my whole body violently rubbing against the grass with each impact. My God, over four hundred thrusts, and he still maintained his vigorous frequency without showing any sign of abating! I knew I was no match for him.

Gradually, my vagina became hot from his penetration, my eyes saw stars, my chest heaved violently, and my breasts bounced wildly.

As he thrust in and out, I seemed to enter a fairyland, and gradually began to have some hallucinations: I was already married and lying on the flower bed in the bridal chamber, and the man on top of me making love was my boyfriend Ming, my true love.

When they counted to 660, I couldn't hold back any longer. "Mmmmmm," I moaned, growing louder and louder. He pressed his hot, thick lips against mine. Overwhelmed by the surge of desire, I opened my mouth and met his tongue. Our tongues immediately intertwined. Because I was on top and he was thrusting violently, his saliva kept flowing into my mouth. Later, he simply sucked my tongue into his mouth, holding it tightly with his lips, playing with it wantonly. I couldn't breathe through my mouth anymore; the suffocating sensation created even more intense pleasure, instantly pushing me to a peak of ecstasy. A powerful electric current surged through every pore of my body. My first ever orgasm had finally arrived. Ah—! I opened my mouth and let out an incredibly pleasurable cry. My whole body tensed up, and I felt a warm current gushing out of my vagina. My labia automatically tightened around his penis, and the vaginal walls spasmed and contracted, clamping down on the glans inside. My mouth was open, and the intense excitement made my whole body tremble uncontrollably.

My shoulders shook violently.

At this moment, he stopped cooperatively, simply using his two strong hands to hold my shoulders firmly, pressing me down to the ground, patiently waiting for my orgasm to slowly subside. The two people holding me down released my hands and stood up, but my hands suddenly lost all strength and collapsed limply onto the grass.

My tense muscles gradually relaxed, and the trembling throughout my body slowly subsided.

Although I had just been raped, I felt an indescribable sense of comfort, as if I had eaten a ginseng fruit.

I was somewhat exhausted after experiencing an orgasm.

His hands, which had been tightly gripping my shoulders, released me and he supported himself on the ground.

His upper body was now away from my chest, and my breasts, which had been squeezed so tightly, returned to their usual fullness and firmness. My breathing became slightly easier, but I felt a cool sensation in my cleavage. I realized that I was drenched in sweat from extreme excitement, and my breasts, having been pressed tightly against his chest, were especially sweaty.

Yet, even now, his entire penis was still throbbing and invading my vagina! He panted and asked, "Has the orgasm passed? I didn't expect you to give up after only a few rounds!" I was speechless with shame.

Then his terrifying penis began to move again, like a train that had stopped at a small station for a short rest before starting again. It was still so firm, so slow, so powerful, thrusting in and out of my vagina section by section, rubbing the glans against the opening before pushing in again section by section.

In this way, his unhurried teasing and the lingering effects of the aphrodisiac finally aroused my excitement once more.

"Mmm, mmm, ha, ha," I moaned helplessly. I wondered if this was really my own voice, the voice of a model female college student? I tried to bite my lip, but the cries of pleasure kept escaping my lips.

Seven hundred and thirty-eight, seven hundred and thirty-nine! The two people next to me kept counting, enjoying the process of my intercourse with him.

With each thrust, with each count, we couldn't help but moan.

The pleasure slowly made me lose my mind, and I gradually began to match his thrusts. I spread my legs wide apart, actively raising my hips high so that his penis could enter more deeply, and my arms involuntarily rose up and placed on his thick, round waist.

(Incestuous film) At this moment, he realized that my will had completely collapsed, so he began the next step: his iron-like hands gripped my shoulders and arms forcefully, pulling me up into a sitting position. My buttocks were now sitting on his spread thighs, and we were now naked and embracing each other.

His incredibly thick penis was still erect inside my vagina. This sudden change surprised me greatly. Sitting and having sex with him naked made me feel completely lost. I never imagined that there was such a sexual position that would make a woman so ashamed. I lowered my head in shame. He gave a smug, lewd smile, opened his arms, and embraced my back from behind, gently pulling me into his arms.

His hands gradually slid down to my buttocks, cupping my bottom and lifting me up. At the same time, his thighs pulled inward, and an upward force bounced my body up. I cried out in surprise, but my body fell back down, and I sat back on his thick penis. And just like that, one round of friction between our sex toys was completed. Then came the second, the third… My body was completely passive, rising and falling on his thighs, continuing to endure his violation of me.

His penis had deeply penetrated my body. Although each thrust was more difficult in this position, it brought us both even more intense stimulation.

I quickly lost control; the throbbing itch made me clamp my legs tightly around his waist, and my hands around his chest.

His strong arms lifted and lowered my hips, and the intense visual stimulation made me incredibly comfortable, leaning against his shoulder and moaning softly. The friction of our chests made me even more excited.

He kissed me passionately again.

After a blissful union, I reached my second orgasm: Ah—I held him tightly, breaking free from his lips.

Heaving heavily, my chin resting on his shoulder, I moaned in ecstasy. He stopped lifting me, pulling me tightly into his arms. My vaginal fluid gushed out again, but because his large penis was blocking my lower body, it remained inside.

After the climax, my shame deepened. I buried my head in his chest, only able to see his swollen belly and my slender waist pressed together.

Our pubic hair was now a dark, continuous patch, and his large penis was no longer visible. I knew that inside my vagina, I didn't know when this violation would end.

Just then, he slowly pushed me to the ground, returning me to my original position. He pulled back, withdrawing his vile penis.

I saw it glistening wetly in the moonlight; I knew it was the fluid secreted from both his and my bodies, something that made intercourse easier, an accomplice in his easy rape.

He grabbed my ankles again, but this time he spread them out and placed them on his shoulders, then leaned down, still inserting his penis into my vagina.

I was curled up in a humiliating shrimp shape by his heavy body; my knees were almost touching my chest. Fortunately, my body is flexible enough, otherwise I would have broken my back.

But this position made it extremely difficult for me to breathe, while his large penis made it even easier for him to move in and out of my vagina.

He gripped my shoulders tightly again, and I heard him say, "Today I'll show you what it means to be unable to reach ecstasy, unable to die!" Before he finished speaking, his thrusting suddenly became frenzied, like the pistons of a speeding train. Through the gap between his armpits and my thighs, I saw his high, rounded buttocks rising and falling like waves, while his large penis pounded fiercely against my honeypot. His strong hips slammed powerfully against the back of my smooth thighs and round buttocks, making loud slapping sounds. With each thrust, he tried to reach the deepest part of my body he could penetrate. I tensed all my muscles to welcome each of his fierce impacts.

Our point of contact was already overflowing with desire, and the sounds of thrusting filled the air.

In an instant, I felt a gun thrashing wildly beneath me, my juices splattering everywhere. I could hardly contain my racing heart, breathing heavily with excitement, my chest heaving violently. I closed my eyes in a daze, while he seemed to have endless potential, relentlessly thrusting into me. I was quickly brought to another climax: I tried to lift my hips, pressing his penis tightly against my lower body without leaving any gap. His thick, stiff pubic hair rubbed against my clitoris, waves of pleasure making it unbearable! My vaginal fluid gushed out again. I tilted my head back, my chin held high in excitement, moaning as if I were suffocating.

Suddenly, he recklessly spread my legs off his shoulders, my heels sliding down to his lower back. After a dozen or so rapid thrusts, he abruptly pounced on me, his arms quickly slipping under my armpits and pulling me back over my shoulders. My soft body was once again tightly embraced by him. I felt his penis inside me hard and large like never before. My body was completely filled; the burning, swelling, firmness, and throbbing sensation made me feel utterly overwhelmed. I desperately wanted to close my legs to help my vagina grip the penis that was driving me to ecstasy, but his thick body blocked my legs. I could only squeeze his thick, round waist with all my might. The intense tingling and numbness in my inner thighs and the area where we were joined was unsoothed, and the waves of pleasure almost made me faint. At

this moment, his lower body was pressed firmly against my vulva, pushing with all his might into the deepest part of my vagina, leaving no gap between his penis and mine. I also used all my strength to raise my hips, completely swallowing his erect penis.

Ah, ah—! He opened his mouth and cried out wildly in my ear, his penis, hot as a torch and hard as a rock, inside me, beginning to throb violently. At the same time, he tensed all his muscles, holding me tightly and shivering repeatedly. And right at the point of our union, streams of semen shot into my body.

Those streams of semen shot straight into my heart like sharp arrows.

I knew that this moment meant that I had been completely fucked by him.

After ejaculating the last jet of semen, our tense bodies went limp almost simultaneously, and he collapsed weakly onto me.

After two orgasms, I was completely exhausted. His penis gradually softened and slipped out of my vagina.

Due to the intense and prolonged stimulation, my tender labia still trembled slightly.

I heard a voice say, "Boss, one thousand and twenty-four times!" He stood up, put on his clothes, while I remained lying numbly on the cold grass.

I could feel the remaining semen gushing from my vagina, flowing onto the grass beneath my buttocks.

The sticky semen had soaked my once clean and shiny pubic hair, making it a messy clung to the area around my vaginal opening.

A breeze blew by, and my lower body and inner thighs felt instantly cool; after this ravaging, my private parts were now a complete mess.

Tears blurred my vision as I stared at the dark shadow—this was the stranger who had made love to me for the first time; this was the man who transformed me from a girl into a woman; this was the man who gave me my first taste of orgasm; this was the man who took my precious virginity.

I didn't know whether to hate him or love him. God, why punish me like this? Why did I have to go through this? Why? I lay quietly on the grass, completely exhausted. The eastern sky was already turning white. I glanced at my watch: it was past four.

God, I had been gang-raped for four whole hours! My limp wrists collapsed weakly back onto the grass.

I knew that the sun would rise again soon, but I would no longer be clean and pure! I struggled to my feet, picked up my discarded dress and coat. The dress was torn, but at least it covered me. I brushed away the withered grass and leaves, slowly put it on, and, clutching my aching lower abdomen—which had been repeatedly struck by the trees—struggled out of the woods. I reached a nearby hotel and booked a room.

In the bathtub, I turned the water up high, the entire bathroom steaming. Tears streaming down my face, I frantically lathered myself with soap and various shower gels, washing myself again and again.

After bathing, I lay weakly on the hotel's clean, soft bed, wrapping myself tightly in a blanket.

Having experienced such a whirlwind, I feel as if I am still swaying in the wind and rain.

The green of life has been heavily painted with a layer of gray paint by the sudden disaster, and beautiful aspirations have been shattered by the unpredictable and ruthless reality.

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