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The Night of Horror


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My house is in an area with a lot of crime, such as rape and random attacks. That day, I had a drinking party with my club, and I ended up coming home late at night, escorted by three seniors. After parting ways with the seniors, I unlocked the door and tried to enter. Suddenly, I was grabbed from behind and bitten on the neck. I twisted my shoulder to shake it off, but I was pushed forward with great force... I fell to the ground on all fours, but then I was turned over and slapped. I couldn't even scream. Then, I was deeply kissed. My mouth was made wet for over a minute, and the person's saliva was poured into my mouth. Finally, I was able to open my eyes. The person was one of the seniors who had just escorted me. Not understanding what was happening, I tried to open my mouth, but I was kissed again. This time, I was made to swallow some kind of jelly-like drug. My body reacted with a jolt, feeling both cold and hot. The senior slapped me again. He watched me scream with a smile. Then, I noticed the other two seniors who had escorted me. They were filming with a camera. The senior reached out to my body. However, instead of taking off my blouse, he just pushed up my bra. He then made a noise as he licked my nipples through my clothes. With my mouth free, I pleaded, "No" and "Stop," but my pleas were ignored. As this was happening, I felt incredibly embarrassed by what was being done to me. My own voice sounded lewd to me. My chest was soaked with the senior's saliva. Just having my nipples lightly bitten made me cry out loudly. The senior filming with the camera whispered in my ear while licking it, "You're feeling it, even though you're being raped." This made me feel even more like a lewd woman. But just feeling it wasn't enough. The senior slapped me again. This time, he called me a "slut" and told me to cry more. My cheeks felt very hot. Then, I was made to get on all fours. My skirt was lifted. Immediately, a finger was inserted into my private part. I tried to say "No," but it just came out as a moan. Then, I was told, "You're so wet, anything could go in," and my private parts and anus were poked through my panties. The camera was filming my expression right in front of me. I thought, "This is bad!" and tried to look down and not make any noise, but the senior with the camera grabbed my hair and forced me to show my expression. The senior who was touching me told another senior to bring a cucumber from my fridge, and he brought various vegetables. A cucumber was inserted into me. It was repeatedly pushed in and out, and the bumps hurt. The lotus root didn't go in. But it was pressed against me forcefully. "Why won't it go in!" he shouted, hitting my buttocks with a shoehorn. Each time I cried out, they all looked pleased. Looking back now, I think they might have had some perverted preferences. I had almost no strength left and could only react to the torment. The seniors said it was time to insert, and they did. It was all filmed. I was raped one after another. I was slapped with their things. Over and over again. They told me to lick properly. Even though I was licking, my buttocks were hit. I was told the video was posted. I quit the club, but every time I pass them at school, they look at me with a grin. I'm afraid my friends will find out or that I'll be raped again. But since I felt it, they said it wasn't rape.



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