For a tie, I used the “story on the train,” which I met on this site in different ways at least three times.

I apologize to all authors and suggest that we consider it not plagiarism, but one of the “eternal” plots.

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That was three months ago. Lisa then went to her grandmother. Wow - the first independent trip by train, and so on! ..

Until now, she could not understand to herself How It Could Be.

Although everything was quite predictable: three guys in her compartment, wine, a snack, men's hands on their shoulders, “you are a shy, huh? ...”

Liza used to think of herself as “not like everyone else”, an excellent girl without a pretty face, a figure and “all that”. And she never thought that “it” happens so simply and quickly. Therefore, she didn’t even understand how it happened that she no longer has a blouse, and slippery tongues lick both nipples at once.

A strange thing was then: she could not resist, because all this was impossible - what was done to her. And impossible and resist impossible.

Probably influenced and wine, which she drank the third time in my life (the previous two - at the bottom, "purely symbolic"). From shamelessness inside it was cold, like a roller coaster. No one ever undressed her, even kissed her, but now three guys in a close compartment pawed her TAM (Liza was even ashamed to call this place somehow), and she thought - “I was excited, huh?”

All this was not with her, but with some other girl whom Lisa both felt sorry for and condemned, but could not change anything. She was strange and pleasant, she wanted to bend, rumble, roll her eyes, and she did (or rather, not she, but the girl with whom she did it all).

Then she was laid on the shelf, tied by the hands - one hand to the table, the other to the crossbar for trousers. It was superfluous: Lisa did not think to escape. She was not even frightened, but simply said to herself: “well, now ...” “I have to do something” - she thought still, and did not do anything, letting the guys spread her legs and feel the Most Real Place.

Then it hurt. The first member pushed her open like a dull knife, and poked around in it for another five minutes, while Lisa ached, clasped her teeth. For some reason, it seemed to her that screaming, showing her pain was very embarrassing, much more ashamed of what she was doing to her.

- Hm, fuck! Do you have menstruation, or what? Or for the first time? - Asked the guy wiping the bloody unit.

Having learned that in front of them straight from the tin, the guys penetrated and fucked her much more tender. Towards the end, Liza was aroused and agitated the rapists with bulging eyes. Two of them fucked her friend for a friend, and the third hesitated, but then he also got in and fucked stronger than the two previous ones, and also masturbate to her TAM so that she would finish. Fear, shamelessness, the first youthful lust, juicy and seething like a geyser, mixed in her in such an indescribable cocktail that Lisa burst into tears in her orgasm, and for a long time she was sobbing like a kid, not knowing how to calm down until she fell asleep from an excess of experiences.

When she woke up, there was no one in the compartment. The fellow travelers untied her and got out while she was sleeping. Liza didn’t even know her first men’s name.

So it happened that she came to her grandmother as a completely different person.

Liza quickly realized that she would not be able to execute herself: the notorious “how could I?” Led to a dark impasse where she didn’t want more death. Therefore, she immediately decided that no one knows and does not know what happened to her. Never. THIS was locked in the very secret of its hiding places, and the key is thrown into the pool. Everything. Lisa did not even remember what the rapists looked like - only their voices and touches remembered.

But at the same time she felt - not so much physically, perhaps, how much mentally (even though it seemed to her physically) - she felt THIS in herself.

Instead of the usual girlish isolation, she felt in herself a funnel, itching with a quiet itch. The funnel wanted to suck in something that would quench the itch and shut the body, which was opened from the bottom, like an inflatable ball.

She lived with her grandmother, helped her with the housework, delved into the garden, but her secret lived in her, it was growing itchy, and it seemed to Lisa that she melts like an icicle in the sun, and will soon run out of herself and disappear without a trace. She went to a distant beach and stripped there naked, bleating in the struggle of two hopes: that no one would see her - and that she would be seen and hailed. She learned to sleep naked. What she dreamed, she did not even dare to remember. On the streets, Lisa gazed at the guys - just as they usually stare at the girls - and waited that, just now, suddenly, at the most unexpected moment ... But "just about" did not happen at all, and if she wanted to happen - Lisa frightened him, showing with all her might, what a modest and decent girl she was.

When she was driving home, she suddenly realized: this is no longer the case. Need to do something.

She didn't have a boyfriend. Lisa had no idea where and how to get it. More precisely, she had, but ... But.

She painfully thought about it all the way.

And came up with.

***

So she was at the club "Three cards".

Lisa postponed this trip for three weeks, inventing an excuse for an excuse, until she finally threw a coin and came to the glittering neon entrance, reveling in the inexorability of her rock.

She had no idea how they go to clubs, what they do there, how they behave. She did not know that they would ask her for a passport; she didn’t even know who she wanted to meet there and what would happen next. For some reason, the image of the Prince from her dreams was associated with the risk, with the coldness of inevitability, with the Real Adult Living - and, although Lisa knew that the local princes had nothing to do with her, she still came here.

To top it all, she was either chewed up, or a janitor. Frightened by the otvyazny dudes at the entrance, she entered some wrong doors, and from there she was driven out by this man, and she also yelled like a mongrel. So what if it is the first time in the club? What now - you can yell at her?

Fifteen minutes later Lisa, crimson like a bullfinch, mentally swore with him, inventing more and more passages, incinerating him on the spot ...

- Girl! Are you a girl or are you a statue? ABOUT! Live! Stirs! Come in, I allow.

Lisa jerked: one of those dudes was approaching her, the most polished and otvyazny of all.

There were girls with him. Adults, giggling.

“Ehhh ... I'm just here ... this is ..." Lisa murmured, urgently retreating from them.

But it was not there.

- Kuuuuda? - tenacious hand grabbed her shoulder. - You're just here, right? Just standing yourself like this, portraying the pillar type, right? Do not be afraid, beautiful, with me the green light anywhere ... We do not decree the traffic police ... The girl is with me! - He shouted to the guard, pushing Liza in front of him, and he nodded.

They entered the club.

- Well? See, everything is simple with me. After all, I understand: you are such an adult, adult ... and also perfect winter, perfect sleep, and so on. You think I do not understand? Understand.

The girls giggled. The guy hugged Lisa by the shoulders and led her into rattling music, into a tangle of lights and bodies.

- What is your name?

- Llllyse ...

- Liza? Wow Lisa-suck. And what do we like to lick? And do you want me?

Lisa fell somewhere inside her.

- Oh well. Tomato cheeks. You have a shy, right? The main thing - you are here, inside, in this very fucking club of our city, and next to you is a reliable, experienced person. The man. Ponima? Or do not understand? This is the main thing! Realize your happiness, Lisa. And so quickly realized - come on ...

He clicked the bartender. A second later, a hand with a glass, huge as a can was poked into Lisa.

- An! A cure for complexes.

- I ... I can not ... - Lisa babbled.

- Through "I can not"! Come on, come on! You're already a big girl! Big-very big! True, pussy?

Gasping burned his lips, and then his throat and stomach.

- Oh ... and ...

- Not understood. To the dregs! Come on, come on, come on!..

He screamed at her - “come on” - and Liza started to pee without feeling taste.

It was something unbearably strong, like alcohol. Anyway, for her.

- wow! Well done Lisa! Haroooshaya girl - he stroked her head ....