**(I)**

My name is Tina. I am nineteen years old, a sophomore, and the reigning campus beauty of S University. I possess large, watery eyes with slightly upturned corners and full, pale red lips that curve into a seductive smile. I love university life. Having attended a conservative, strict all-girls high school where no boys ever pursued me, entering university has granted me a newfound freedom. I have truly begun to enjoy the adoration and flattery that a beautiful woman deserves. However, I haven't taken a boyfriend; instead, there is a profound sense of achievement in drifting uninhibitedly through a sea of men.

I love wearing tight, low-cut T-shirts and micro-miniskirts. My 36D breasts always stretch the patterns on my shirts into distorted shapes. Those lecherous, dirty men seem willing to do anything just to get close to my flesh. No matter how bossy or spoiled I act, they worship me like a goddess. I thought life would always be this carefree and comfortable—until this autumn, when an evil man changed my life forever.

It was already September, but the weather remained humid and sticky. Wearing a silk, floral-print camisole, I walked out of the classroom, my long, raven hair swaying behind me. Usually, I don't pay much attention to those around me, but it was hard not to notice him. He was at least 185 cm tall, with olive skin and deep, well-defined facial features. He wasn't conventionally handsome, but his rugged, wild appearance was so striking that I couldn't tear my eyes away from his silhouette.

What irritated me, however, was that he didn't even spare me a single glance.

This insulting indifference made me swear that one day, he would be kneeling at my toes. But because of the age gap and my lack of experience in chasing men, opportunities to speak to him were rare. After much deliberation, I took the initiative and confessed my feelings. He looked me over twice, a slight smirk playing on his lips, and agreed to date me.

His name was Sam. He had a cold, aloof personality and a mysterious smile. Today was our first date. I had specifically chosen a pale purple camisole sundress. Because of the open-back design, I wasn't wearing a bra. The fabric was incredibly soft, clinging to my curves and leaving nothing to the imagination.

Our plan was to watch a movie and then go for afternoon tea.

Sam hadn't put much effort into his appearance; he wore a plain T-shirt, plain jeans, and hadn't even shaved. Although this was his usual style, it annoyed me; it felt as though he didn't value our first date.

However, the way he looked at me today was completely different. His eyes wandered greedily and hotly over my body. He made no attempt to hide the filthy, lecherous fantasies playing in his mind. Had his previous indifference merely been a calculated act of suppression? A sense of triumph rose within me; no man could resist my charm.

Before we entered the cinema, Sam wrapped his arm around my slender waist without asking for permission.

"What are you doing?! Show some respect! Just because I confessed to you doesn't mean you can touch me whenever you want!"

"You have some change on you, don't you?"

"..."

"Then let's end this here! Don't contact me anymore. The bus stops right here, so you can walk yourself!"

I could tell he was serious. His expression and tone were ice-cold. For a moment, I didn't know how to react.

"I... I was just... you were so sudden... I... sorry... it's my fault..."

"That's a good girl... that's my good woman..."

Sam smiled and gave my butt a rough, kneading squeeze. This time, I didn't dare resist. I obediently followed him into the theater.

I had no idea what movie we were watching. Before the film had even started for five minutes, Sam's rough hand was rubbing against my inner thigh. The tickling sensation made me uneasy, but then he moved his battlefield to my breasts. His fingers deftly toyed with my nipples until, within moments, they stood stiff and erect. A strange, peculiar sensation washed over me as my lower body began to burn with heat.

"No... not here... please... let's go outside first, and you can do whatever you want!"

"Fine... we'll do it your way. But remember what you just said!" Sam gave a cunning grin.

Urgetly, Sam pulled me into the men's restroom and lifted me up, seating me on the sink. He began to brutally knead my breasts with both hands. My two large, soft mounds of flesh deformed under his rough squeezing. My heart was a chaotic mix of humiliation and anticipation.

"Mmm... ah... mm..."

"Your tits are fucking huge! I've spent so much time watching them bounce in the lecture halls, and now they're finally in my hands to play with. Heh... you confessed to me because you were dying for me to suck your nipples, weren't you?"

Though his teasing was making me aroused, his insulting words brought a sudden clarity to my mind. I pushed him away forcefully.

But Sam was faster. He yanked my straps down with a violent tug, and my large breasts spilled out instantly. Against the backdrop of my snow-white skin, my pink nipples looked incredibly tender and ripe. Sam's gaze looked as though he wanted to devour me whole.

"A real prize. I thought a slut like you would have been fucked senseless long ago, but you're actually a virgin. Good. You'd better be prepared, because today, this master is going to ram you hard!"

Sam began to suckle my breasts with a feral, wild hunger, while his hand simultaneously squeezed my other nipple. My body felt as if it were being jolted by electricity; a numbing, delicious sensation spread through me, and moans began to escape my lips involuntarily. Although I hated Sam's contemptuous and shameless behavior, my body—never before caressed by a man—had no defense against his practiced, skillful teasing. I could only surrender to his assault.

"Mm... mm... ah... my breasts... they feel so... so... no... don't... someone will see..."

"Moan louder! Everyone already sees your cleavage and your thighs... they don't expect you to be some paragon of virtue. Don't disappoint them! Moan even more like a slut! Do it! Do it!"

Sam grabbed a handful of my long hair, forcing my head back as he rained heavy, bruising kisses down my neck. I struggled desperately, but I was no match for his powerful arms. Under his relentless assault, purple-red love bites began to mar my delicate skin, and Sam looked at his handiwork with smug satisfaction.

"These marks prove you are my sex toy. Until I'm done playing with you, you'll use your lowly flesh to satisfy me... Heh... the best part is just beginning..."

Sam forced my thighs apart and tore through my newly purchased lilac silk panties, heading straight for my slit. His hands were incredibly rough, yet his movements were strangely tender. Within moments, I was soaked. I cast aside the modesty expected of a young lady and began to moan lustfully. Seeing my flushed cheeks and heavy panting, Sam increased the pressure, his assault becoming even more ferocious. If only I had known a man's touch could be this soul-stirring, I would have gotten a boyfriend the moment I entered university.

Suddenly, Sam withdrew his hand from between my legs. I opened my eyes, looking at him with a mix of longing and confusion. He unzipped his trousers and pulled out a thick, dark, massive cock. It was easily twenty centimeters long and terrifyingly large. No matter how inexperienced I was, I knew exactly where that giant rod was headed. My "place" was so narrow; how could it possibly accommodate such a thing?

"No... no more... I want to go home... please let me go. I'm still a virgin... this is our first date... we can take it slow later..."

"Heh heh... just now when I was sucking your tits and playing with your wet cunt, you were moaning so beautifully. Now you're acting like a saint? That's too fake! You dressed so slutty today—if I don't fuck you, am I even a man? It'll hurt the first time, but once you're addicted, you'll be begging me to fuck you!"

"Ah... ah... it hurts... please, don't... no... ah... it hurts..."

Although Sam's thrusts weren't overly violent, the tearing sensation in my lower body made me want to escape. If he would only take his "thing" out, I would have been willing to do anything.

"Ugh... so tight... oh... so good... it's been a year since I've had a virgin. You're so fucking tight..."

Tears streamed down my cheeks as helpless sobs escaped me. I eventually gave up struggling. Every time Sam thrust deep, the pain made me claw at his back. My nails were long, but Sam didn't care about the scratches; he simply continued his slow, rhythmic pounding.

Strangely enough, the pain gradually began to subside. While a dull ache remained, a sliver of pleasure began to seep in. A numbing, pleasurable sensation, like waves crashing against a shore, began to wash over me, suppressing the initial pain. I began to迎合 Sam's rhythm, letting out soft, melodic moans.

Seeing that I no longer resisted his "member," Sam began to accelerate, his thrusts becoming more forceful. My entire body felt feverish, and I began to tremble with excitement. My moans became louder and more wanton; at this point, even if someone mistook me for a prostitute, I didn't care. All I wanted was to sink into whatever Sam was doing to me.

"How is it? Feeling good, huh? I was only gentle at first because you're a virgin. It won't be that easy later—I don't have the patience! Now, get down!"

Sam lifted me off the sink and commanded me to bend over, resting my hands on the edge. With a loud *slap*, Sam delivered a rough palm to my buttock.

"Arch your ass higher! Haven't you ever seen how a bitch gets fucked? Higher!"

With a wet *squelch*, Sam plunged back into me. My long, neatly combed hair was now a wild mess draped over my chest. With my eyes half-closed, I cried out louder in sync with Sam's thrusts. My beauty and pride had long since been tossed aside. Sam suddenly yanked my hair, forcing my head up.

"Open your eyes and look at your slutty self! Look closely at who is playing with you, you cheap bitch! You're nothing but a bitch in heat. Don't act so high and mighty anymore. So what if you're the campus beauty? Getting fucked by me in a men's restroom... haha... you probably didn't feel this good when you passed your S University entrance exams!"

I looked at myself in the mirror. My translucent, porcelain skin stood in stark contrast to Sam's bronze complexion. My cheeks were flushed, my eyes were misty, and my expression was a blurred line between agony and extreme ecstasy. My large breasts swayed helplessly with every movement.

"Mm... mm... ah... fuck me hard... break me... it feels so good... oh... no more... I can't... ah..."

Sam finally ejaculated his thick semen onto my buttocks. I had no idea how long we had been at it; my entire body felt utterly spent. I leaned weakly against Sam's chest. He wrapped one arm around my waist and used the other to squeeze my large breasts, his expression intensely lecherous.

"The first time I saw you, I wanted to fuck you senseless. I've had sexual dreams about you for days. But even in my dreams, I never imagined fucking you would feel this good. I knew women like you—always being pampered by men—were just asking for it. The more indifferent a man is to you, the more shameless you become in chasing him. Taking a cheap bitch like you is easy... heh... have you ever had a fortune teller read your palm? I'd bet you were born to be a whore. I've never seen a virgin get fucked so hard and enjoy it so much... haha..."

I felt a mixture of shame and rage. My long-awaited first night had taken place in a cinema restroom, and it had been trampled by this beast of a man. Amidst my fury, I didn't know how to react; all I wanted was to escape this place and pretend it had never happened.

As I turned toward the door, to my horror, I realized three men were standing there. I scrambled to pull my disheveled clothes together.

"Excuse us... can we come in now? We've been waiting a long time. Hey man, your girl is quite the slut, isn't she? She's a real handful!"

I was so angry I nearly fainted. I had just performed a live erotic show in front of three lecherous bastards. Tears welled up uncontrollably. I pushed past them and bolted out of the cinema without looking back.

**(II)**

After the incident, I stopped attending classes. I asked a classmate to request a week's leave from my professors. I spent my days in my room, either staring blankly at the walls or watching television. I didn't want to answer the phone or speak to anyone.

Even though Sam was technically my boyfriend, that act of sex had felt more like being raped. What was most shameful, however, was that I didn't truly hate him. Analyzing my feelings with cruel honesty, I realized I was mostly angry that he had treated me like a toy. A woman of my beauty should have a boyfriend wagging his tail at her feet, begging for a single glance, yet he had wantonly ravaged my body and soul.

I couldn't deny the intense craving in my heart for Sam's touch. Perhaps it was because he was my first man, or perhaps because his disdain for my love made him feel different from all other men. This made me loathe myself. The shame of falling for the man who had violated me was overwhelming. I wondered if I truly was as "lowly" as Sam claimed.

It was ten o'clock at night. Another day had slipped away aimlessly. After bathing and changing into my pajamas, I sat before my vanity mirror, staring blankly at my reflection. As I absentmindedly brushed my long hair, the memory of Sam's assault flooded back. Unconsciously, the handle of the brush began to rub against my slit, while my other hand gently caressed my nipple.

The sound of the doorbell startled me, pulling me back to reality. My heart raced. After composed myself, I threw on a robe and went to the door. To my surprise, it was Sam.

"Tina, you've been missing for three days. You didn't even tell me you were sick. Or was it because I fucked you too hard the other day? Heh heh... you'll get used to it after a few more rounds..."

A surge of anger rose within me. Without thinking, I slapped him hard across the face. Sam cursed me, calling me a "cheap bitch," and slapped me back. I stumbled into the corner of a table and fell to the floor, losing consciousness.

When I opened my eyes, I was lying on a bed. My pajamas and underwear had been stripped away, leaving me naked. Before me was Sam's wicked, grinning face. I tried to push him away, only to realize I was immobile. My wrists and ankles had been tied with scout ropes to the iron rails of the bedhead. The position was humiliating; my legs were spread nearly 180 degrees, making me look like a frog pinned to a dissection table. As I struggled, the only result was the frantic bouncing of my breasts, which only served to excite Sam further.

"Last time was too rushed in the restroom. We didn't have time to really look at every inch of your body. I've had four girlfriends, and while you might not be the prettiest, your tits are the biggest and firmest. It's hard to find a girl with tits like these. I'll cherish you. Just be a good girl today, and I promise to make you fly to heaven every day..."

Sam had placed two pillows under my hips, leaving my vulva completely exposed to his gaze. He toyed with my labia with relish, making appreciative clicking sounds.

"You really are the top beauty of S University. If those boys chasing you could see you now, spread-eagled and waiting for me, their eyes would nearly pop out. Such beautiful pink flesh... it's still so tender after only one time. Heh... after I play with you a few more times, I'll introduce you to some friends. They all have massive cocks and love big-titted girls... mmm... just hearing that will probably make you soak the bed..."

Under Sam's skillful teasing, my body began to ache with arousal, but his vulgar words filled me with indignation. Though my legs were wide open for his amusement, I stubbornly turned my head away, refusing to look at him. Sam wasn't bothered. He left the room and returned a moment later with a DVD camera and a leather whip. Panic surged through me. No... he couldn't mean...

"With a slutty face like yours, you should be filming adult movies. You're wasting the tits God gave you. Heh... don't worry. If you're a good girl today, I'll keep the tape just for myself. Got it? I'm going to ask you some questions. Look at the camera and answer. If your answers don't satisfy me, you can guess what happens next."

With tears in my eyes, I nodded frantically. I didn't want to feel the whip, and more importantly, I was terrified of my classmates seeing me in this state.

"How big are your breasts?"

"36... 36D."

"You fucking slut. You dress so provocatively every day, and you haven't even been gang-banged yet? Security in Taiwan has really improved... Do you like the feeling of being fucked?"

"Yes... I like it..."

*Crack!* A sharp sting erupted as Sam's whip lashed across my skin, leaving a thin red welt on my abdomen. It didn't break the skin, but the pain was intense.

"I... I like... the feeling of being fucked hard... Ever since Sam fucked me in the restroom... every day... every day I miss his big cock. I even want to kneel and beg him to come back and ravage me."

Tears rolled down my face. I forced myself to say the most lewd, debased things possible, hoping to earn a shred of Sam's mercy so he wouldn't release the tape.

"How do you like to be fucked?"

"I... I like to kneel on the floor... arching my... my slutty ass high like a... a bitch in heat... letting Sam thrust into me from behind... while he squeezes my big tits..."

Sam seemed satisfied with my answer. He gave a lecherous laugh and slapped my breasts hard before kneading them roughly.

"Your tits are huge... What do you want to do after graduation?"

"I... I want to be a... a whore... because a whore can... can have different men suck her tits and play with her cunt every day... I love... love being ravaged..."

"You always show them off in your clothes. What's your goal?"

"I... I want my classmates to know how big my breasts are, and then... then... they won't be able to resist... they'll swarm me... to gang-bang me... the feeling of being taken by a crowd of... of cocks... must be amazing..."

My lewd "confession" ignited Sam's lust. He dropped the camera and lunged at me. His rough hands began to wildly massage every inch of my skin. His mouth pressed against mine, his tongue invading my mouth with aggressive hunger. This was Sam's first kiss, and mine as well. My first kiss was being shared while naked, tied to a bed in a state of utter humiliation. After a long, tangled moment, he moved his attention to my nipples and clitoris. He toyed with my most sensitive areas so brutally that my body, no longer a virgin, responded with overwhelming sensitivity. Having just uttered such filthy words to the camera, my sense of shame had vanished, replaced by uncontrollable moans.

"Be rougher... squeeze my tits... harder... mmm... mmm... so good... it feels so good... please... please fuck me... I'm a lowly whore... ah... mmm..."

Sam sat up, staring at me with beastly eyes as he stripped off his clothes. I couldn't wait any longer; my legs shook with anticipation, desperate for him to enter me. My cunt craved his cock so much. With a low growl, Sam gripped my waist and thrust hard. His thick, dark rod slid completely into my slit. *Ah!* That was the feeling—the intense friction of his massive cock against my clitoris and vaginal walls. The sensation was soul-stirring. Sam gripped my waist, pumping his body forward and back. My large breasts bounced wildly with every thrust. The muscles of his abdomen slammed against my buttocks. The sound of flesh hitting flesh—*slap, slap, slap*—mingled with my cries and the creaking of the bed, turning the once-pure girl's bedroom into a den of debauchery. In his excitement, Sam slapped my buttocks a few more times.

"You slut, just like a bitch! Mmm... even tied up and getting fucked hard, you're still moaning like crazy... Mmm... how did a man like me, Sam, end up with a whore like you!"

"Ah... ah... fuck me hard... break me... I love being ravaged..."

Sam pounded into my tender slit with ferocious intensity. My soft breasts were handled so roughly that they were left with finger marks.

After a while, Sam hurriedly untied the ropes and pulled my arms up, tossing me onto the bed. I lay there, completely limp. Before I could even crawl up, Sam grabbed my heavy buttocks and thrust into me again, fucking me like a bitch. He held my long hair in one hand and used the whip with the other.

"Moan louder! Can't you shake your ass harder? You stupid, big-titted slut, shake! Twist!"

"Ah... ah... I can't... it's too much... so good... so good... I'm a bitch..."

After what felt like an eternity, I lay paralyzed on the bed, unable to move. Seeing my state, Sam grabbed my hair, forcing my head up, and forcefully shoved his cock into my mouth. It was so large it hit the back of my throat, making it uncomfortable, but I had no strength to resist. Sam moved his head back and forth in a rhythmic motion, just as he desired.

Finally, a warm spurt of semen shot into the back of my throat. When Sam released me, I sprawled helplessly on the bed. He held the camera to film me. I was drenched in sweat, my body covered in finger marks and thin red whip welts. Semen dripped from the corner of my mouth. My expression was a mix of exhaustion and extreme satisfaction, which elicited a lecherous laugh from Sam. I was too weak to cover myself, allowing him to inspect every inch of my body.

"Fuck! You really enjoyed that, didn't you, you big-titted bitch? Who would have thought you'd end up like this? You get lewder the more you're fucked! Tomorrow, I'll give you the tape so you can see your slutty self moaning. When you miss my cock, you can watch it for a review. One of these days, I'll introduce you to my buddies... I'm heading out. Remember to lock the door, or someone might ravage you again—and you clearly don't have the stamina to handle it today... heh heh heh..."

**(III)**

Monday arrived, and I returned to school. Escaping was useless; I had to resume my life as a student—taking notes, preparing for midterms, and writing reports. I tried to hypnotize myself into believing that if I worked hard enough, I could leave that filthy memory behind.

"Tina, you seem much more feminine lately... different from before. Did you get a boyfriend?" my classmate, Yi-Xia, asked with a suggestive tone.

"No... no... don't talk nonsense. Those stinky men... they aren't even worthy of carrying my shoes... ah... I'm going to be late for class, let's talk later..."

I practically fled the room, my chest heaving with emotion. Being a typical Leo, I was proud and very aware that my body had been ravaged, but on the surface, I maintained my haughty, "campus beauty" persona.

Then, my phone rang, pulling me back to reality.

"You slut, hiding from me again? Come to the 7th floor of Building X, Number 7. Now!"

"I have class..."

"Heh heh... given your current situation, it's best if you show up whenever you're called..."

Two silent tears of humiliation and resentment rolled down my cheeks. I had no choice. Why me? I could have had a prince, a enviable career, a perfect marriage... but what did I have now? Nothing but a lowly body reserved for Sam's pleasure.

Sam's place wasn't far from school; it was only a ten-minute walk. To my shame, my lower body felt moist during the walk. My body craved Sam's touch; there was no denying it.

As I stepped out of the elevator, my hands trembled. I timidly pressed the doorbell. With a *click*, the door opened. It wasn't the handsome Sam who greeted me, but a fierce-looking middle-aged man. His skin was dark, his face was marred by two scars, and his chest and entire left arm were covered in tattoos. He wore only underwear, revealing a solid, muscular build. If he didn't have such a brutish face, he would have been perfect for a medicinal liquor commercial. His eyes were lecherous, greedily scanning my body in a way that made me feel as if I were standing there completely naked.

Normally, a man like this would make me run for the hills, but fearing Sam might release the tape, I steeled myself and asked, "Excuse me... does Sam live here?"

"I'm his landlord. Come in first..."

After a moment of hesitation, I stepped inside. As soon as I entered, the man quickly locked the door. Panic flared in my chest. As I tried to escape, the man grabbed me roughly, his hands kneading my body. It felt disgusting, and I fought desperately to break free.

But a petite woman under 160 cm stood no chance against a man of his size. My struggles only drew a loud, mocking laugh from him, revealing rows of yellowish teeth. His rough hands caressed my cheeks, his eyes burning with a lust identical to Sam's.

"Are you Sam's girl?"

"I... yes... you... you should let me go... Sam asked me to come. He'll be back soon. You'd better not touch me, or... he won't let you off..."

I tried to sound threatening, but my voice was shaky and uncertain. I knew Sam would only be more excited if he saw me being ravaged, but I hoped to intimidate the man first. To my surprise...

"You think that kid Sam is going to save you? He doesn't live here; he's on the 6th floor. He's a few days late on his rent. I was going to fleece him, but he said his girl is the S University campus beauty—pretty, big tits, and a real slut... said she'd be fun to play with. He said if I'm satisfied, he'll let me use you to pay the rent, heh heh heh... You look quite tasty... though whether you're a good fuck, we'll have to see... and... just call me Yong. Remember my name; you'll be screaming it later."

I nearly fainted. To be sold to a man like this—I would rather die. I wept helplessly. I never imagined being ravished by a common thug. My tears failed to stir Yong's conscience; instead, they seemed to fuel his desire to torment a delicate beauty.

With a sharp *rip*, Yong tore my top, exposing half of one breast. He pulled my bra down, and the sight of my pink nipple triggered his animalistic lust. With a low growl, he leaned in to suck, bite, and lick my breast. His stubble felt ticklish and rough against my skin. My large breasts were deformed by his heavy-handed kneading. Yong was experienced; he knew exactly how to stir a woman's desire. I still resisted, my small fists raining down on his shoulders, telling myself that I wasn't just a bitch who would spread her legs for any man. Even as my insides burned with heat, I tried to remain unyielding.

"No... don't... get your dirty hands off me! Oh... no..."

"You slut! I've seen your tape. I remember the way your mouth looked wrapped around his semen... heh heh... you've already been played, yet you still act like a saint."

The shame was overwhelming. My sexual conquest had already been viewed by others. My skin flushed a deep rose, which only excited Yong further. He pushed me down onto a long table in the living room, his weight pressing me down. He roughly pried my legs apart and tore away my silk panties, forcing my private parts to face him. It was so humiliating.

My petals were already weeping with nectar. Yong chuckled and thrust his fingers into my slit, stirring me roughly. Having been "trained" by Sam, my body was incredibly sensitive to a man's touch. Within moments, I was drenched in sweat and panting heavily. My shame began to dissolve, replaced by a scandalous thought: perhaps being a whore wouldn't be so bad—getting fucked hard multiple times a day.

"Mmm... mmm... Yong... Yong... fuck me... fuck me to death... oh... so good... please... use your cock on me... I can't take it... mmm..."

Unexpectedly, Yong sat back on my thighs. I panicked. Why had he stopped?

My lips parted as if to speak, my breasts standing erect before him, the pink nipples trembling with longing. My legs remained wide open. Yong roughly stripped away the remaining scraps of my clothing until I was completely naked before him. He surveyed my body like a butcher inspecting meat, his eyes filled with a mix of admiration and lust. He gripped my breasts.

"Mmm... tsk tsk... look at these tits... mmm... how big are they?"

"36... 36D."

"Fucking hell, what big tits! I love fucking big-titted bitches! That girl at the betel nut stand who Ah-Long and Xiao-Zheng gang-banged last time had tits as flat as boards. Now these... these are real womanly tits! How many men have had a turn?"

"I've... only been ravaged by Sam twice..."

"Damn! You slut! Ravaged? Looking at you, you look like a sow in heat, like you're begging for it! Fucking hell... picking up a brat's old shoes!"

Yong slapped me twice in anger, his heavy hands squeezing my breasts painfully.

"Spread your legs wider. I need to inspect you. Mmm... such a fresh pink... and a plump clitoris. Heh heh... you're already leaking just from a touch. You've got a great response. You really are the S University beauty; the quality is different. The prostitutes I usually fuck have dark, worn-out holes. Damn! I'm in my thirties and I've never fucked a college girl... I'll have to brag to Ah-Long about this... S University's top beauty getting fucked senseless by me... heh heh... very good! This will definitely cover the rent! Get up!"

Yong pulled me up by my hair and sat on the sofa, commanding me to kneel between his legs.

He stripped off his underwear, revealing a massive cock that was even more imposing than Sam's. The sheer size of it terrified me, but the pungent, musky smell was even more revolting. I had performed oral on Sam, and while men have a scent, a brute like Yong was far less hygienic. When I turned my face away, it enraged him. He slapped me again. As tears streamed down my face, I realized that a beast like this knew nothing of tenderness.

Begging for mercy, I told him I would do anything. In my desperation, I opened my mouth and took his massive member inside. As I sucked the head and licked around it, swallowing the base, Yong became intensely aroused.

"Lay on the table. On all fours like a bitch... arch your ass higher..."

I was terrified. His cock was so thick; how could my narrow hole accommodate such a beast? My body trembled with fear. Before I could even prepare, with a wet *squelch*, Yong's massive cock violently invaded my slit. It hurt! My narrow passage struggled to take him. I twisted my hips to escape the onslaught, but it only drove him deeper, hitting my cervix. The tight vaginal walls gripped his hot, powerful rod.

"Mmm... mmm... so tight... it's like fucking a virgin... damn! Shake your ass harder! I'm paying to play with you! Women are all the same... acting pure and crying in pain at first, but after a few thrusts, you're just twisting your waist and moaning for more..."

"Mmm... it hurts... so much... please let me go... spare me... your cock is too big, too fierce... ah... ah..."

My pleas were met with his triumphant laughter. As the pain drove me to crawl forward, Yong grabbed my shoulders, pinning me down with one hand while kneading my breasts with the other.

My face was pressed against the table, unable to move, like a lamb being ravaged by a tiger. My nectar spilled out with every violent thrust. Gradually, the pain began to fade, replaced by a mounting pleasure. The friction of the cock against my clitoris sent waves of ecstasy through my entire being. I began to move my hips in rhythm with his thrusts. Between the position and the overwhelming pleasure, I truly felt like a common bitch.

"Mmm... mmm... Yong... so fierce... your cock... oh... your big cock... mmm... mmm... I'm a lewd bitch... please... please... fuck me hard... break this big-titted bitch... ah... ah..."

After a long time, Yong flipped me over onto my back. He propped my legs up on his shoulders, a position that made every thrust hit my clitoris with even more intensity. My long hair was a messy sprawl across the table. My hands gripped the tablecloth tightly, and desperate, melodic moans escaped my lips. Yong gripped my slender waist, pumping his body against mine with ferocity. My breasts bounced wildly with every impact. The sight was so arousing that Sam, in his excitement, slapped my buttocks a few more times.

"You slut, just like a bitch! Mmm... getting fucked hard and still moaning like crazy... mmm... how did a man like me, Mu Yu-sen, end up with a whore like you!"

"Ah... ah... break me... break me... I love being ravaged..."

Yong pounded into my tender slit with relentless force, his hands leaving more marks on my breasts.

After a while, he hurriedly untied the ropes and pulled me up. I was completely limp, draped across the table. Before I could even recover, Yong grabbed my heavy buttocks and thrust into me again, fucking me like a dog. He held my long hair in one hand and used the whip with the other.

"Moan louder! Can't you shake your ass harder? You stupid, big-titted slut, shake! Twist!"

"Ah... ah... I can't... it's too much... so good... so good... I'm a bitch..."

After a seemingly endless bout, I lay paralyzed on the bed. Seeing my state, Yong grabbed my hair, forcing my head up, and forcefully shoved his cock into my mouth. It was so thick it hit the back of my throat, but I had no strength to resist. He began to move his head back and forth, forcing the rhythm he desired.

Finally, a warm spurt of semen shot into my throat. When he released me, I lay there, exhausted. Yong held the camera to film me. I was drenched in sweat, my skin covered in finger marks and red whip welts, with semen dripping from the corner of my mouth. My expression of total exhaustion and satisfaction made him laugh lecherously. I was too weak to cover myself, allowing him to inspect my body at his leisure.

"Damn! You really enjoyed that, didn't you, you big-titted bitch? Who would have thought you'd end up like this? You get lewder the more you're fucked! Tomorrow, I'll give you the tape so you can see your slutty self. When you miss my cock, you can watch it for a review. One of these days, I'll introduce you to my buddies... I'm heading out. Remember to lock the door, or someone might ravage you again—and you clearly don't have the stamina to handle it today... heh heh heh..."

**(IV)**

Monday came, and I returned to school. Avoiding reality wasn't helping. I had to live the life of a student—taking notes, preparing for exams, and writing reports. I tried to convince myself that if I worked hard enough, I could return to a normal life.

"Tina, you seem much more feminine lately... different from before. Did you get a boyfriend?" my classmate, Yi-Xia, asked suggestively.

"No... no... don't talk nonsense. Those stinky men... they aren't even worthy of carrying my shoes... ah... I'm going to be late for class, let's talk later..."

I practically fled the room, my chest heaving. As a proud Leo, the shame of knowing my body had been trampled was intense, but on the surface, I maintained my haughty, "campus beauty" persona.

Then, my phone rang.

"You slut, hiding from me again? Come to Building X, Number 7, 7th floor. Now!"

"I have class..."

"Heh heh... given your current situation, it's best if you show up whenever you're called..."

Two silent tears of humiliation rolled down my cheeks. I had no choice. Why me? I could have had a prince, a perfect job, a perfect marriage... but now? Now I only had a lowly body meant for Sam's amusement.

Sam's place was only a ten-minute walk from school. To my shame, my lower body felt moist during the walk. My body craved his touch; there was no denying it.

As I stepped out of the elevator, my hands trembled. I timidly pressed the doorbell. With a *click*, the door opened. It wasn't the handsome Sam who greeted me, but a fierce-looking middle-aged man. His skin was dark, his face was marred by two scars, and his chest and entire left arm were covered in tattoos. He wore only underwear, revealing a solid, muscular build. His eyes were lecherous, greedily scanning my body in a way that made me feel as if I were standing there completely naked.

Normally, a man like this would make me run, but fearing Sam might release the tape, I steeled myself and asked, "Excuse me... does Sam live here?"

"I'm his landlord. Come in first..."

After a moment of hesitation, I stepped inside. As soon as I entered, the man quickly locked the door. Panic flared in my chest. As I tried to escape, the man grabbed me roughly, his hands kneading my body. It felt disgusting, and I fought desperately to break free.

But a petite woman stood no chance against a man of his size. My struggles only drew a loud, mocking laugh from him. His rough hands caressed my cheeks, his eyes burning with a lust identical to Sam's.

"Are you Sam's girl?"

"I... yes... you... you should let me go... Sam asked me to come. He'll be back soon. You'd better not touch me, or... he won't let you off..."

I tried to sound threatening, but my voice was shaky. I knew Sam would only be more excited if he saw me being ravaged, but I hoped to intimidate the man first. To my surprise...

"You think that kid Sam is going to save you? He doesn't live here; he's on the 6th floor. He's a few days late on his rent. I was going to fleece him, but he said his girl is the S University campus beauty—pretty, big tits, and a real slut... said she'd be fun to play with. He said if I'm satisfied, he'll let me use you to pay the rent, heh heh heh... You look quite tasty... though whether you're a good fuck, we'll have to see... and... just call me Yong. Remember my name; you'll be screaming it later."

I nearly fainted. To be sold to a man like this—I would rather die. I wept helplessly. I never imagined being ravished by a common thug. My tears failed to stir Yong's conscience; instead, they seemed to fuel his desire to torment a delicate beauty.

With a sharp *rip*, Yong tore my top, exposing half of one breast. He pulled my bra down, and the sight of my pink nipple triggered his animalistic lust. With a low growl, he leaned in to suck, bite, and lick my breast. His stubble felt ticklish and rough against my skin. My large breasts were deformed by his heavy-handed kneading. Yong was experienced; he knew exactly how to stir a woman's desire. I still resisted, my small fists raining down on his shoulders, telling myself that I wasn't just a bitch who would spread her legs for any man. Even as my insides burned with heat, I tried to remain unyielding.

"No... don't... get your dirty hands off me! Oh... no..."

"You slut! I've seen your tape. I remember the way your mouth looked wrapped around his semen... heh heh... you've already been played, yet you still act like a saint."

The shame was overwhelming. My sexual conquest had already been viewed by others. My skin flushed a deep rose, which only excited Yong further. He pushed me down onto a long table in the living room, his weight pressing me down. He roughly pried my legs apart and tore away my silk panties, forcing my private parts to face him. It was so humiliating.

My petals were already weeping with nectar. Yong chuckled and thrust his fingers into my slit, stirring me roughly. Having been "trained" by Sam, my body was incredibly sensitive to a man's touch. Within moments, I was drenched in sweat and panting heavily. My shame began to dissolve, replaced by a scandalous thought: perhaps being a whore wouldn't be so bad—getting fucked hard multiple times a day.

"Mmm... mmm... Yong... Yong... fuck me... fuck me to death... oh... so good... please... use your cock on me... I can't take it... mmm..."

Unexpectedly, Yong sat back on my thighs. I panicked. Why had he stopped?

My lips parted as if to speak, my breasts standing erect before him, the pink nipples trembling with longing. My legs remained wide open. Yong roughly stripped away the remaining scraps of my clothing until I was completely naked before him. He surveyed my body like a butcher inspecting meat, his eyes filled with a mix of admiration and lust. He gripped my breasts.

"Mmm... tsk tsk... look at these tits... mmm... how big are they?"

"36... 36D."

"Fucking hell, what big tits! I love fucking big-titted bitches! That girl at the betel nut stand who Ah-Long and Xiao-Zheng gang-banged last time had tits as flat as boards. Now these... these are real womanly tits! How many men have had a turn?"

"I've... only been ravaged by Sam twice..."

"Damn! You slut! Ravaged? Looking at you, you look like a sow in heat, like you're begging for it! Fucking hell... picking up a brat's old shoes!"

Yong slapped me twice in anger, his heavy hands squeezing my breasts painfully.

"Spread your legs wider. I need to inspect you. Mmm... such a fresh pink... and a plump clitoris. Heh heh... you're already leaking just from a touch. You've got a great response. You really are the S University beauty; the quality is different. The prostitutes I usually fuck have dark, worn-out holes. Damn! I'm in my thirties and I've never fucked a college girl... I'll have to brag to Ah-Long about this... S University's top beauty getting fucked senseless by me... heh heh... very good! This will definitely cover the rent! Get up!"

Yong pulled me up by my hair and sat on the sofa, commanding me to kneel between his legs.

He stripped off his underwear, revealing a massive cock that was even more imposing than Sam's. The sheer size of it terrified me, but the pungent, musky smell was even more revolting. As he gripped my waist and commanded me to arch my hips, his rough hands satisfiedly kneaded my buttocks. Sam's touch was different—because I had loved him, his touch was uniquely sensitive. Within moments, my nectar was flowing. With a loud *plop*, Sam's massive cock plunged into me.

Sam began to thrust with ferocious intensity, showing no mercy. My clitoris was already throbbing with arousal. His cock gripped my vaginal walls with every violent stroke, pulling out a torrent of nectar.

I was like a butterfly caught in a spider's web, unable to struggle, only able to let the beast's fire burn me. The shame and pride were consumed by the sheer pleasure of being ravaged. I began to twist my waist in a lewd rhythm, my mouth still filled with his massive cock... Suddenly, he yanked my hair.

"Focus! Don't just enjoy being fucked, suck my cock properly! If your mouth doesn't satisfy me, I'll have to use your ass instead... and look at me!"

Startled, I did my best to please him, terrified of the prospect of anal sex. As I worked on him, my legs grew weary. Then, Sam's voice rang out: "Your cock is plugging her mouth. I want to hear her moan. I'll finish first, then it's your turn..."

Sam lifted me and brought me to the mirror. He forced my face toward the glass, making me watch my own lewd appearance. My hair was a mess, my breasts were marked with finger prints and whip welts, and my face was flushed and sweaty. Even as a spectator, I could see the exquisite beauty of my own ruined state.

Sam's thrusts were violent. My body was a chaotic dance of pleasure and pain. "Mmm... mmm... fuck me... oh... use your big cock... ah... ah... my little slit... ravage me... fuck me to death... ah... ah... so good..."

Sam laughed at my cries. He pulled my bound hands back, making my breasts thrust forward even more prominently. The sound of flesh hitting flesh and the clinking of the chain around my neck created a symphony of debauchery.

"You little bitch, getting fucked so hard! You were born to be ravaged!"

After a long time, Sam ejaculated deep inside me. As I knelt there, panting against the mirror, the chain around my neck suddenly tightened. Yang Fei was pulling me up by the dog collar.

"Damn! You slut! It's not over... your cunt hasn't served my cock yet... heh heh... you haven't had enough... big-titted girls always have the highest libido... you love being treated like a bitch."

"Master... please fuck me... I'm your lewd bitch, and I can't wait... my slit... wants... wants your big cock..."

I didn't know how such lowly words came from my mouth, but in that moment, the craving was overwhelming. My libido was at its peak.

Yang Fei was even more impatient. He quickly untied my hands but used a rope to hang me from the iron rail on the ceiling. My body was suspended, with only my toes barely touching the floor. He began to devour my breasts and knead my buttocks. Soon, he lifted my leg over his shoulder and plunged into my slit.

"Ah... ah... Brother Fei... your cock feels so good... fuck me hard! Ah... Tina... Tina's slit... is about to die... it's too much..."

Yang Fei's endurance was shorter than Sam's. After he finished, it was Zi-Qiang's turn. He untied the ropes and let me drop to the floor. I was limp, but Zi-Qiang showed no mercy. He slapped my cheeks, his eyes filled with a mixture of cold hatred and hot lust.

"Before I knew you were being ravaged, I truly liked you. For a whole year, I dreamed of being the master of your virginity. But after seeing that tape of you with Sam, I hated you. My princess turned out to be a lewd, lowly slut. Today is the day you pay me back..."

He grabbed my hair and forced his mouth onto mine, his tongue invading with a sense of revenge. He dragged me to the balcony.

"What... what are you doing? Please, let me back inside, people will see me naked..."

"Heh heh... not just naked. Everyone is going to see how much of a slut you are when I fuck you on this balcony... You made me look like a fool in public, so now I'll make you feel the ultimate shame..."

"Please, don't... I'll suck your cock... I'll be your sex slave... just don't..."

I knelt before him, weeping. But my tears could not soften his heart. He used handcuffs to pin me to the balcony railing. The cold night air hit my naked body, making me shiver. He began to ravage me with a ferocity that felt like pure vengeance.

"Mmm... so wet... can you hear the sound of your juices? You slut! If you were my girlfriend, I would have cherished you... but now you're just a man's sex toy... you don't deserve me! And the first man to fuck you wasn't even me... and you enjoyed it so much! Damn it! Why didn't you moan for me like that?"

With a powerful thrust, he entered me. His cock was thicker than Sam's or Fei's. As he pounded into me, the autumn wind danced through my hair and my bouncing breasts. I bit my lip, trying to suppress my cries, but the pleasure was too much.

"Mmm... so good... fuck me hard... break me... ah... ah... so good... my slit is so happy... mmm..."

"Heh heh... tell everyone to fuck you! You love being gang-banged, don't you? Say it!"

"Mmm... mmm... come... come ravage me... anyone can fuck me... gang-bang me... I love it... ah... ah... fuck me... fuck me to death... everyone... everyone... come and fuck me... ah!"

As I cried out, the lights in the neighboring apartments began to flicker on, one by one. I was like a fallen star on a stage, offering my naked, unashamed body to the world for free.

Finally, Zi-Qiang finished. He carried me back inside. I was in a daze. I prayed the neighbors wouldn't recognize me. The next few things were a blur—I was fucked again, this time by three men at once.

For the next few days, I was kept as a prisoner in Sam's place. These beasts would force me to watch the tapes of my own gang-bangs, and whenever they got excited, they would take turns fucking me. About a week later, Sam gave me a set of clothes similar to what the betel nut girls wore, and they finally let me go. They eventually forced me to move out of the dormitory to live with them. I spent my days catering to the lust of three men, and occasionally going up to see Yong. Two months later, they used Yong to distribute my tapes to thugs, truck drivers, and laborers.

They could "rent" me for 50,000 a day. To save money, these animals would bring their friends to share the cost of gang-banging me. Once, in the back of a container truck, I was ravaged by ten muscular drivers. In that moment, I reached an unprecedented orgasm. I began to enjoy the pleasure of being possessed by strangers, but as I saw my own descent, fear began to set in. It was like sinking into a mire—the more you struggle, the deeper you sink. After being taken by so many men, I simply accepted it. I would be a man's sex toy for the rest of my life.

Eventually, I embraced the pleasure of the shame, the humiliation, and the depravity. I applied for a leave of absence and began a new life as a living, breathing sex slave. I became a woman who lived only to satisfy men's lust, a woman who lived for the thrill of being ravaged. Though the old "campus beauty" still haunted my thoughts, I preferred the lowly version of myself. My shame was gone. I loved being a whore. I loved being gang-banged.

I love... being ravaged.