Our institute had two dormitories, and once I returned from a party, from the birthday of one girl, from the second dormitory to mine. Part of the company wanted to carry me out, but the guys were so drunk that I decided that it would be faster and safer to get one, and while they were going, they quickly said goodbye to the girls, smacked the birthday girl again and set off. They offered to stay with them, but I refused, I stayed late with them many times and then always traveled without incident, there the area was calm.

I also drank a lot, but the cool fresh air sobered me up a little. That May was not pleased with the warmth, and I even became chilly on the street. It was already the first hour of the night, and I was wearing a thin mini mini and satin blouse, but with a long sleeve. During the day, it seemed warm.

I heard my name, turned around - the guy from the hostel asked me to wait for another one to come out, I shouted that I would get there myself and hurried away, he hesitated and seemed to go to the kiosk, I knew that if I went with them, they they'll take something else to drink, and they will start offering me, and escorting these hoses will take about two hours, no, thank you.

From one dorm to the other - three tram stops, or a maximum of half an hour on foot, when on heels. I decided not to wait for the tram at such an hour, shook my legs, but soon the tram caught up with me, I waved, it stopped, and halfway I drove on it. From the bus stop to the dormitory for about seven minutes, along the path along the old collapsed wall, behind which there was some kind of waste ground, and on the other hand - a small park or square, the cafe works there during the day, but now everything has been closed. In the evenings there is dark, uncomfortable, I went faster, as far as the studs allowed. Nobody in the streets, I was already anticipating a quick dream, and suddenly I noticed several people ahead. They stood on the side of the walkway from the square. (I didn’t expect anyone to meet here, so I noticed them somehow very suddenly, they were only thirty meters away) It was too late to turn off, I accelerated my steps and went along the wall, almost clinging to it, and tried to pull the edges of my skirt as low as possible slightly annoyed that she is dressed so frankly. Almost held her hands, but she still stubbornly climbed up. Although, perhaps the extra three - four centimeters can play some role here? ..

They were young guys, three of them, they stood there, smoked and drank beer from bottles. They didn’t seem to pay attention to me, and I already thought that everything was OK, but when I caught up with them, the latter suddenly darted toward me, I even gasped with fright and inevitably stopped. My heart pounded, I pressed into the wall and lowered my eyes.

- Oh, what a cute baby we have here! - he sulked in a voice like what they say with small children - a girl, to take you ... to the working point?

I rushed to jump out from under his hand, which he rested against the wall next to my face, but could not, one of them already came behind me and managed to grab my hair. I screamed, he turned me to face me. They also smelled of alcohol, but they seemed not to be very drunk. They seemed to me about my age or a little older.

- Wait, goat, we are to you in an amicable way, behave more politely with good guys! - and suddenly strongly pulled my hair. If he let go of my hair, I would definitely fall. I screamed in sharp pain, and he immediately squeezed my chest.

“Please don't, well,” I said in a shaky voice, not daring to shake his hand.

- Why not something, eh? What are you, all so modest? In such a fucking outfit, right? - another laughed and unexpectedly lifted up my skirt, - E, guys, and this slut in stockings! (And as soon as I saw, I wonder?)

“So, surely a prostitute,” the other one fixed.

- Guys, I'm coming from my birthday, - I ached again, - I'm not a prostitute, I'm a student, my hostel is out.

“Well, it's the same thing,” someone said, and everyone burst out laughing.

- In short, come with us. In a quick way. You will obey, and we will not do anything bad to you. Baly won the whole evening the woman wants, all the brains have already squandered us, - they again began to neigh, they were generally in a very cheerful mood, and they caught me by the arms from both sides.

At first they wanted, apparently, to drag me to the wasteland through a hole in the wall, but here one says:

- Bes, guys, and let's her in the toilet! - and they dragged me the other way, to the park. There was a small building, there was always a light in it in the evenings, but I didn’t even know that it was a toilet. There they dragged me.

It seemed to me that I heard voices in the distance. I rushed and screamed something like \ "Save !!! \ ”, But immediately received such a blow to the stomach, that my cry broke off, I fell on the asphalt, writhing in pain and helplessly gulping air. Several times I was kicked, lying, but not very much, hit my face, even though I tried to close, then with a jerk they lifted me from the ground. Two firmly squeezed my elbows and, still half bent, dragged me to the toilet. I did not resist anymore, there was still no one on the street anyway, and no one rushed to my cry. Some of the people who were dragging me eagerly put my hand between my legs and crawled there, trying to climb under the thong, but I could not do anything. I realized that I was hit specifically, and at the same time I felt that it was violence, arrogance, my helplessness in their strong hands, the inability to resist, and especially insults and the blows received, set me on fire.

First, one of them went into the toilet, the one who was called Bes, leaned out and told to start. The two who held me dragged me to the door and hurled them inside, into the light. I could not stay on my feet and stretched out on the wet floor, having hit my elbow strongly. I remember, I had time to think that the blouse will probably not be washed now. And they became funny again.

The toilet was dirty, but not very dirtier than in the common room, but cleaner than at the bus station, for example. It's still dirty, of course, and it smelled nasty, and the floor is wet ...

My panties ripped off at the moment, even earlier than my skirt, not paying any attention to my whining, tears and pleas. I stood in the middle of this room, clutching and hiding behind my hands and bag, and the guys surrounded me from three sides.

Having once again examined my legs in stockings under the light - thin, rich-flesh-colored, with a seam - for some reason they finally became convinced that I was a prostitute - weighed a few offensive remarks about this. But I always wear stockings, I hate to tolerate tights, I put them on only on big holidays, with clothes of such length, from which stockings are generally out of place, and even then, if I am firmly convinced that no sex is foreseen. Or with shorts, for example, with them tights look great. (Many peasants actually like stockings on girls too, I know that for sure, for some it’s very cool to start) My shaved pubis couldn’t hide from their attention, and this, of course, also was direct evidence of the ease of my behavior, prostitution - and I from school I grovel and consider it to be completely normal, more aesthetic than natural vegetation. Well, that's all true, lyrical digression.

Odin stretched out his hand, began to stroke me over the stocked thigh, led his hand higher. For a moment, forgetting what position I was in, I pushed his paw away, and he smacked me a deafening slap. (\ "So her, bitch \", someone snarled) I flew into the arms of the one who stood at the side, and here they all attacked me all at once. The skirt slipped to the floor, I silently beat in their hands, and they felt with an inflamed breath, squeezed, squeezed, pawed me everywhere, pulled my hair back and up and climbed to kiss, in short, complete chaos, everywhere they thrust their fingers, they freed me from my blouse, jumped buttons on the floor ... without unnecessary prefaces, they hurt me ...