Where it happened: gravel pit
Langauge: English
Sex: Female
Rating: 5
Category: Straight
Reading your stories of girls having romantic, sweet initiations just breaks my heart. My chance for that kind of experiance was stolen by three drunken animals who gangraped me when I was fourteen. It happened at dusk of a summer evening. I was riding my bike home when a car ran me off the rode and sent me sprawling. I was grabbed, thrown on the backseat floor and driven out of town. Of course, I was terrified and begged them to let me go. They responded by groping me and telling me in the foulest terms what they were going to do to me. As we drove they argued over which of them would be first and get to “bust her cherry”. When we got to an old gravel pit back in the woods they took me out and started to strip me. Thats when I made my fight. I screamed, scratched at their eyes,and kicked at their crotches. Of course, it was hopeless – one girl against three men and I took a bad beating for it. Still, I’m proud I fought. I never submitted to them – they had to take me by force. I have no memory of actually being raped. Maybe i was unconscious from the beating but I think more likely my mind has blacked out the experiance. My first memory is of lying naked on the grass. My left arm, my cheekbone and a couple teeth were broken. They had urinated on me and my hair was soaked with piss. Worst of all, the pain in my vagina and my bloody thighs confirmed what I knew they had done. Then I had to endure my first pelvic exam , by a male doctor, and intimate questions from male police officers. Back then there were no rape consulers or victim’s advocates. A girl just suffered through it alone and went home to cry. The town I lived in was small enough that everyone knew what had happened to me. I was a churchgoing, totally chaste, small town “virgin” but that night made folks think of me as a tramp. Back in 1962 nice girls didn’t get raped and only a slut got gangraped. I was well aware that I wasn’t a respectable girl anymore. Nice boys were not allowed to date me and losers figured me for an easy lay as I had nothing to protect. In fact, i was probably the purest girl in town. I didn’t have consensual sex until I was 22 years old. My first lover knew what had happened to me and was very thoughtful and gentle. As he entered me there was considerable pain, which I welcomed. It made me feel like I really was a virgin being deflowered.
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