Raped in an empty 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 a limited number 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 my final year. My final year was particularly busy with coursework, so I rented a room in a tenement building near the university with three other girls from different 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 relatively safe, but I usually tried to avoid going home late, as I was just a vulnerable girl, especially at my age, making me easy prey for perverts. 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 actually quite careful, as it was an older area with old streetlights and insufficient lighting. For safety, I made sure to stick to the main roads. As I approached my building, I saw a group of people sitting in the open space in front of the building, 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; I felt those eyes staring at me with ill intent, and I was terrified. After a moment's thought, I turned and left, too afraid to return.

They might just be idle loafers, but they could also 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'd had their fill and 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.

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

Before returning to my apartment building, I observed from a distance. The gang was indeed gone; there wasn't a soul around, only a few beer bottles on the ground. Reassured, I walked over.

Just as I was about to unlock the iron gate at the building entrance, I heard a strange noise behind me. Before I could turn around, someone grabbed me from behind, gagged me, and 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 lifted me up. The four of them held me hostage like that, lifting me up and taking 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 be taking me to a secluded place to rob me, but my woman's intuition told me that something even worse was about to happen to me.

Terrified, I struggled and twisted my limbs, but with them holding me like that, it was all in vain. All I could see was the person grabbing my legs.

Good heavens! He looked only fourteen or fifteen, yet he was abducting someone in the street. He had blond hair and a foul 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; perhaps there was a way to escape.

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 were around at night, and they would definitely take me to a more secluded place, where no one would likely hear my cries.

Although I had stopped struggling, I could still feel them walking unsteadily, and I could smell the strong odor of beer emanating from them. I thought, perhaps they were drunk when they did this impulsive thing? Maybe I could try to persuade them not to do such a beastly thing. 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 bench in the park, and I took the opportunity to peek around. Luckily, I didn't see any of their accomplices waiting.

The hand covering my mouth was released. Just as I was about to speak, my mouth was gagged again with a strip of cloth, 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 bitch! Still trying to resist!" They thought I was going to scream, so of course they wouldn't untie the cloth. Besides accepting reality, I didn't know what else to do.

Three stinky guys 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 kneaded my breasts through my clothes; some touched my private parts through my skirt; and one hand touched my thigh under 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, he simply lifted up my long skirt completely.

I felt a slight unease from them, probably because they saw my white panties. The blond stinky guy tried to take off my panties. I kicked my legs and tried to close them, but they were forcibly pulled apart by the others, and then there was a 'ripping' sound as my panties were torn.

The blond stinky guy lightly brushed my pubic hair with his fingers, causing a tingling sensation in my genitals, like the feeling I sought during masturbation. But now, being aroused by this shameless man, I felt 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, as a sharp pain shot through my lower body, as if something had entered me. I tried to get up to look, but my body was still pinned down, though I could lift my head a little.

The blond 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 holding my thighs, thrusting in and out. Seeing this, the others intensified their actions, roughly tearing my floral short-sleeved shirt open from the collar, forcibly pulling off my bra, rubbing my breasts vigorously with their palms, pinching my nipples, roughly playing with my upper body, grabbing my head, and forcibly kissing my face.

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

'Oh, so she's a college student.'

They must have found my student ID in my wallet.

'Really? She has 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 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, 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 depravity of the world.

However, what happened next was even more heinous.

After satisfying their lust, I thought I could finally escape, but the blond-haired stinky guy 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.

Originally, 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 in my mouth, putting his penis to my lips, wanting me to suck it.

How could I do such a filthy thing? Although he kept pressing his limp penis against my lips, I refused to open my mouth no matter what.

Even just the touch of my lips to his penis was enough to make me feel something. If he actually put it in my mouth, I believe I would be able to hold it for three days and three nights.

"Miss, please have mercy and give it to him! Otherwise, his little brother won't be able to hold his head 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 inability to get an erection.

This was terrible for me. These kids were very concerned about their reputation, especially when it came to sexual prowess. They would never allow anyone to ridicule or belittle them. The blond-haired stinky guy was furious and grabbed my genitals with his fingers, forcefully pulling at my pubic hair. He asked me fiercely, "Are you going to refuse a toast only to drink a forfeit?"

I still shook my head. He pulled hard and actually ripped my pubic hair out.

I screamed weakly, but then I was slapped 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 pubic hair plucked like this is just unbearably painful.' 'Oh! Oh! Oh!' I screamed several more times, and the blond stinky guy went crazy, relentlessly plucking my pubic hair until... I don't know if his hand got tired... or if he plucked all my pubic hair... before 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 tightly covered, I could still barely turn my head, and I saw the blond stinky guy with a fierce look in his eyes walking towards me, holding a beer bottle...

I thought he was going to smash my head with the beer bottle, and his companion probably thought so too, so I tried to grab him and tell him 'Don't do anything reckless,' 'Don't kill anyone.'

But he coldly said: 'Don't worry, I won't kill anyone, but this pretty lady is so arrogant and refuses to serve me, so I have to teach her a lesson.' Hearing his

words, I breathed a sigh of relief, but then felt uneasy, thinking that the so-called "lesson" was by no means a simple matter.

He spread my legs wide open, and I still felt a stinging 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 lower body, more than ten times stronger than the pain of losing my virginity...

I suddenly realized: that shameless scoundrel had actually picked up a discarded beer bottle on the street and used it to insert into my delicate place...

I dared not imagine it anymore, but the terrifying scene lingered in my mind: a homeless man on the street putting a beer bottle in his mouth and gulping down beer... The discarded beer bottle on the street was covered with ants, and occasionally cockroaches and rats would crawl by...

The remaining beer in the bottle, along with the homeless man's saliva on the bottle's mouth, flowed out and into my vagina... Small insects inside and outside the beer bottle crawled along the tender flesh of my vagina and into the depths of my body...

Scoundrel thrust the beer bottle violently in and out of my body, muttering: 'Watch me smash your stinking 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 underwent reform, resulting in a sudden influx of female students. However, the number of male and female dormitories wasn't adjusted accordingly, leading to a severe shortage of female dormitories and a very limited number 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 during my three years of university.

The first two years were manageable, but the final year was unbearable. My final year was particularly busy with coursework, so I rented a room in a tenement building near the university with three other girls from different 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 relatively safe, but I usually tried to avoid going home late, as I was just a vulnerable girl, especially at my age, making me easy prey for perverts. 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 actually quite careful, as it was an older area with old streetlights and insufficient lighting. For safety, I specifically chose to walk on main roads. As I approached my building, I saw a group of people sitting in the open space in front of the building, 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; I felt those eyes staring at me with ill intent, and I was terrified. After a moment's thought, I turned and left, too afraid to return.

They might just be idle loafers, but they could also 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'd had their fill and 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.

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

Before returning to my apartment building, I observed from a distance. The gang was indeed gone; there wasn't a soul around, only a few beer bottles on the ground. Reassured, I walked over.

Just as I was about to unlock the iron gate at the building entrance, I heard a strange noise behind me. Before I could turn around, someone grabbed me from behind, gagged me, and 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 lifted me up. The four of them held me hostage like that, lifting me up and taking 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 be taking me to a secluded place to 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 grabbing my legs.

Good heavens! He looked only fourteen or fifteen, yet he was kidnapping 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 kids from before. I thought I had been very alert earlier, but I never expected to fall into their clutches in the end.

A chill ran down my spine. I remembered there were eight or nine of them. The thought of being gang-raped by such a large group... I couldn't even imagine it; I almost fainted. But I couldn't give up. I had to think hard; perhaps there was a way to escape.

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 were around at night, and they would definitely take me to a more secluded place, where no one would likely hear my cries.

Although I had stopped struggling, I could still feel them swaying as they walked, and I could smell beer on them. I thought they were probably drunk when they did this impulsive thing. Perhaps I could try to persuade them not to do such a beastly thing. I had to use words to bring them to their senses, to remind them of the serious crime of gang rape.

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 spotting 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 reality, I didn't know what else to do.

Three thugs held my head down and pressed down on my upper body, rendering me immobile. Six hands groped my body. Some touched my hair, face, and neck; some rubbed my breasts through my clothes; some touched my genitals through my skirt; and one hand even touched my thigh under my skirt.

The blond, smelly guy who had grabbed my feet took off my shoes and started touching me from my toes, moving upwards. From my calves to my thighs, he simply lifted my long skirt completely.

I felt a slight unease from them, probably because they saw my white panties. The blond guy tried to pull my panties off. I kicked my legs and tried to close them, but they were forcibly pulled apart by the others, and then there was a 'rip' as my panties were torn.

The blond guy lightly brushed my pubic hair with his fingers, causing a tingling sensation in my genitals, like the feeling I sought during masturbation. But now, being aroused by this shameless man made me feel ashamed.

As I tried to resist this strange physical sensation with my reason, I suddenly couldn't help but let out a 'yah' from 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, although I could lift my head a little.

The blond 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 vigorously rubbing my breasts with their hands. Some pinched my nipples, roughly playing with my upper body, and then grabbed my head, forcibly kissing my face.

After a while, the man who 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 college girl, 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 raped her, her vagina was so tight and narrow, it really felt like a virgin, 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 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, even more outrageous things were yet to come.

After satisfying their lust, I thought I could finally get away, but the blond-haired stinky guy 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 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 glad 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 in my mouth, putting his penis to my lips, wanting me to suck it.

How could I do such a dirty thing? Although he kept pressing the soft penis against my lips, I refused to open my mouth.

Even just the surface of his penis touching my lips was enough to make me feel something; if I really put that thing in my mouth, I believed I would last for three days and three nights.

"Miss, please have mercy and suck it! Otherwise, his little brother won't be able to get his head up, hehehe!" one of them said. On the surface, he was pleading for my companion, but actually he was mocking Golden Hair Stinky's inability to get an erection.

This was terrible for me. These kids in the gang are incredibly proud, especially when it comes to their sexual prowess; they absolutely won't tolerate anyone mocking or belittling them. The blond-haired stinky guy, enraged, reached for my pubic hair, grabbing it and snarling, "Are you going to refuse a toast only to suffer a forfeit?"

I shook my head again, and with a final tug, he ripped 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 plucked like this was unbearably painful. "Oh! Oh! Oh!" I screamed several more times, and the blond-haired stinky guy, like a madman, kept plucking my pubic hair until… I don't know if his hand got tired… or if he'd plucked all my pubic hair… he finally stopped.

Then he walked away. I thought he'd vented his anger, but what if he did something crazy to hurt me again?

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

I thought he was going to smash my head open with the beer bottle, and his companions probably thought so too, so I tried to grab him and tell him, "Don't do anything reckless," "Don't kill anyone."

But he coldly said, "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, thinking that this so-called "lesson" was no simple matter.

He spread my legs wide open, and I still felt a throbbing pain in my lower body, and my legs were 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. A bursting pain shot through my genitals, ten times worse than the pain of deflowering…

I suddenly realized: 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 any longer, but the terrifying image lingered in my mind: a homeless man on the street sucking on a beer bottle… the discarded beer bottle was swarming with ants, and occasionally cockroaches and rats crawled by…

the remaining beer in the bottle, along with the homeless man's saliva on the rim, flowed out and into my vagina… tiny insects from inside and outside the beer bottle crawled along the tender flesh of my vagina, 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 leave it for anyone else…'

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