Long before my appearance here in our institute there was a great tradition. In the first autumn days, students went to the base, where they competed with each other. This made it possible to express themselves and strengthen ties between students. The group that won first place received a cash prize and the opportunity to realize their project. To equalize the odds, the teams were randomly recruited.

On the first evening, the formal part was held: the theme of the week was solemnly announced, the draw took place, the team members got to know each other. Not doing without drinking alcohol, secretly brought with them the most savvy students.

This year I was lucky, the team got creative. Most of its members were undergraduates, some already took places in the country's creative contests, and even were participants in international ones. So deep down I was hoping to win.

We sat in the hall with a circle and sipped vino, arguing along the way. There were only three girls in the team, including me. One is a freshman. Skinny blond shadow from somewhere in Zazhopinsk. Our weak link. Of the ten guys, I knew only three: Cyril studied in my group, Kostya and Andrei were the stars of our uni, everyone knew them.

“Sexual abuse will be without us,” Oleg third-year-old assured us, a tall sports guy with glasses.

- And I for wear - Olga did not agree. Her third-size chest was emphasized by a deep cut, in my opinion, too frank. Long blond hair of perfect smoothness now and then fell into the hollow between the breasts. A sort of modern Barbie.

“You may well wish to rape someone, but victory is at stake, you have to wait,” joked Artem, a nondescript boy from fourth year, “I would choose bullying

- You for the bullet ... what is it?

- Bulling is this baiting. Type of psychological abuse. Not that I would be for it, but the theme is fertile! So you can develop that you will lick your fingers. Yes, and it is significant, and in connection with recent events, I would say, generally sharp - he dreamed of becoming a director - director, but he didn’t get points, and entered a journalist. - Let's hurt, for example, someone from ours, we will conduct a real experiment. And video social zababahay. And with rape what are the prospects? I believe that the theme should be felt. Or does anyone want to talk about their experiences?

The idea with the experiment was adopted almost unanimously, only two abstained. It remained to determine the victim. The guys were shallowed immediately: they were, as if on selection, not from the hoses. Andrei proposed to use all the keys because of our small size. But Kostya did not agree with this decision:

- It will give support to the victim, do not. Why disturb the purity of the experiment.

“Take Olga,” the Armenian offered from the fourth year, I did not remember his name. Whether Armand, or Tarlan.

- What is the victim of it? She herself who you want to persecute - Oleg obstinately shook his head - I am for Ksyusha.

She flinched as if from a slap in the face:

- Do not need me, I do not want. Me and so in the school hunted. - She was very interested in the glass and her expression was not visible.

- Do not, do not. You will be an independent expert. - Artyom hastily calmed her down. - Either he wanted to avoid a drunken confession, or was afraid that the topic would slip out of his hands. - Polina, all hope is on you. You look like a girl from a nearby porch.

I opened my mouth, but the words did not go. The brain stupefied with alcohol did not know how to react to such a statement.

- In a good way. - Kirill unexpectedly came to his aid. - You have a face that is as if you had seen it somewhere before. Or from a dream. You used to actress to go, and not in social work.

Everyone looked at me expectantly. The compliment drove me into slight embarrassment.

- Well, let's try. What do you need?

- We will develop the scenario, an agreement in principle is needed - this is an Armenian, his name suddenly surfaced in his head. Agwan

- Oh well. - I didn't want to let the team down, and the application was loud. “It will be a shame to miss your finest hour” - the mind prompted me, already clouded by alcohol. Before my eyes flashed my photos from billboards: in my mind I had already planned my career as an actress. Well, or models, as it goes.

Cyril went behind the camera. Under the recording, I reported all my data, up to the address of residence, and confirmed that I participate in the experiment voluntarily without any coercion. My tongue was a little stupid, but I still added that I was in a sober mind. I do not know how convincing it sounded.

- Do you understand that in the next week everything will turn you upside down: friends will become offenders, lies - true? - Sasha rang out, a guy with public relations.

I agree.

- Do you undertake not to make a complaint at the end of the experiment?

From the side, I would think that they are initiating me into a sectarian circle.

I confirm that no complaints will follow, because I do everything in good faith.

And after that they kick me out of the meeting. I was not ready for instant change and offered to start from tomorrow.

- Deaf or what? Or kick to speed up add? - Aghvan’s voice instantly changed, metal is heard in it. - pshla.

The light bulb was flashing red. I quickly disappeared into the bedroom, kicking an empty glass along the way. Slammed the door and curled up on the bed in a fetal position, gradually calming down. Nothing personal, it's a game. I just did not assume that I would feel uncomfortable so quickly. I read a little about the persecution from the phone. It was getting dark outside the window, every now and then I listened to laughter explosions, but I could not make out the words.

When the girls came, I pretended to be asleep. They undressed and creaked the beds. Ksyusha chose the second tier against the wall, and I heard her quiet voice as if from afar:

- Maybe not so? Not humanly somehow.

- Change with her, since so pitiful. - Olga retorted.

But she did not discuss this proposal, and for a while there was silence, broken only by Ksyushin snoring.

Someone quietly entered. By voice, I recognized Artem:

- Olk, where are you?

- I already sleep, what do you want? - the student muttered drunkenly.

I heard a careful creak. - he lay on Holguin's bed. I could reach out with my hand — there was only a small bedside table between our beds.

- The boys have nine beds. - every word was clearly audible, even though Artem tried to whisper.

- Choose here, preferably free.

“It's cold there,” I watched, fascinated, as he fumbled around his chest — take off his bra, it’s uncomfortable to sleep.

- Artem, go away. - Olya, it seems finally sober.

- Hush, girls wake up. Ksyusha with the first roosters in his Uryupinsk run away from the den of debauchery. Will become a milkmaid, give birth to three from the tractor driver. He will beat her and drink her salary. Ruin the girl's life - Artem laughed softly, and Ksyusha mumbled something in a dream.

Silence again, they apparently were listening.

- You're “for” rape. - his hand shifted to the legs of the student.

- Subject, I do not want. I have not forgotten how on New Year's you broke my pussy. For two weeks I moved into a raskoryaku, and you did not even call.

These words burned me like a current, it became wet in panties. I guessed what was about to happen. The hand involuntarily reached for the genital lips, but I stopped myself.

- It was a lot of things. You wanted it yourself.

- Wanted? I asked to stop if you do not remember.

- Similarly, I remember. You said it so slurred. I think your sweet mouth was occupied by someone's pepper.

“He was busy with you, clown.” You understood everything, do not play the play. Still specially held hands ... - she silently shook.

- Do not Cry. Who remembers the old. Olga, let me visit. I miss you terribly ...

Olga moaned softly, and I slid my hand down to the flowing lobe. Despite the fact that I had already moved to the second course, I remained a virgin.Not that she waited for the prince, but she didn't want to have sex with anyone either. Mutual sympathy has not happened yet. My few fans gave me a feeling of mild nausea, but she considered herself interested in someone to be too shameful. Fingers rubbed the clitoris when Artem got to the goal:

- How are you wet there ... Excite memories of how we flogged you?

A low moan broke from the lips and sounded instead of an answer.

- Remember, you finished in your wet pussy? From you then a whole glass emerged ...

- I treated chlamydia for a long time. Without gum do not give, do not hope. I'm not even on the pills ... - her breath got lost, she said as if she ran a cross.

I rubbed my pea wildly. Adrenaline jumped in blood: for the first time I caressed my girl in front of strangers. Suppose they did not know about it, but the fear of being caught unawares stirred to dizziness.

- I'll get it out. - he kissed her neck - what a broken-down cave you have ... do you think the fist will fit in?

- Do not even think about it. I know how you pull out.

- Then in the ass, okay?

Slightly immerse the fingers in his crack, but so as not to hurt the hymen. Before orgasm remains a bit. He unzips the zipper, and I explode under Olga’s pleading Artey. Hope they don't hear.

“I didn't ask here,” she said.

- Do not ssy, I just smear ... Yes, cunt have stretched vkhlam. Stretched vkhlam, I feel almost nothing. Stretch the bread. Relax point.

The bed creaked again. I tried to relieve a furiously beating heart. The walls of my depraved holes have ceased to shrink, my breathing level off. Represented the stretched Olguin gap and mentally tried on the fist there. A sweet shiver passed through her body.

- Well, and you were afraid. As the clock went. - the student said, slowly moving his pelvis - And do you remember in my pussy my penis were closely? We then met, even wanted to get married.

- P-remember

- Do you remember you, me slut, changed? And with no one, but with my best friend? Do you remember? - the pace of movements has changed: Artem frantically tugged Olga, not caring about her feelings. - Answer!

- U-sorry ... sorry - I did not understand, she pleads with him or just comes close to the final.

I was uncomfortable now being in the same room with them. In place of lust came a sense of shame. It was uncomfortable, and because I continue to look at this humiliating scene, and for my brightest orgasm, and for having inadvertently climbed into something very personal.

- How many members have been here after?

He let out an animal moan and began to slow down. Olga was breathing heavily.

- But in fact, life put everything in its place. I hope you suffer now just as I once suffered. Good night, slut. - he came out, closing the door, and I lay awake for a long time, thinking about what he saw and the upcoming week.