The door to my dorm room crashed open. Hands, so many hands, grabbed me. They didn't ask. They just took.

"Look at this fucking slut," a guy's voice growled. Fingers dug into my tits through my thin shirt, pinching my nipples hard. I could feel the thick bulge of his dick, his hard-on pressing against my ass through his jeans. Another guy shoved his face into my neck, his breath hot. "She's been begging for this."

They dragged me into the hallway. A sea of hungry faces, guys and girls, all watching. My shirt was ripped open. Cool air hit my skin, then the heat of their palms as they groped me. Someone squeezed my tit so hard I yelped.

"Shut the fuck up, cumbucket," a girl sneered, spitting on my chest. The warm spit slid between my breasts.

Hands pushed me against the cold cinderblock wall. A guy, Mark from Chemistry, unzipped his fly and pulled out his fat cock. It slapped against my cheek. "Open your whore mouth," he demanded, his voice thick with lust. I could smell his musk. He shoved the head past my lips, fucking my face right there. I gagged as he hit the back of my throat. "Yeah, choke on it, you dormitory dumpster."

While he face-fucked me, others were behind me. Someone yanked my leggings and panties down to my ankles. A cold, smooth object—a beer bottle?—was pressed against my pussy lips. "Let's see how this fits, you nasty hole," a voice chuckled. The glass was cold, then