**Part 1 / drugged, gangrape**
I’m passed out somewhere. That is, not quite. I can still hear them, the low grunts of the men as they fuck me, the triumphant growls as they cum. Are they wearing condoms? Probably not.
I try to move, but my body doesn’t cooperate. Too much drink? Drugged? Probably.
Someone manhandles me into another position, my legs are spread further, and then there it is again: the excited hiss of another man that buries himself inside me. This one talks as if I wasn’t there. How hot my body is on the inside, how greedily my hole is sucking him in, how loose and sloppy it will be when they are done with me. He talks to one or more men watching him raping me, and I don’t know if they already had their turn or if they are next. He’s big, too big, and he’s fucking a string of incoherent whimpers out of me with every hard thrust. He must enjoy that, because he speeds up even more and shouts as he cums.
I feel as if I’m falling apart as he pulls out, as if there’s nothing holding my body together anymore. It’s not just my hole that hurts, but my entire lower body. Somebody laughs because apparently I’m gaping. Again I try to move, in vain. Someone very heavy pins me down this time. The night is far from over.