As a freshman  I walked home every evening after soccer practice, and that day was no exception. I got out of the locker room, wearing tights and a white school t-shirt. I was wearing a sports bra, and comfortable gym panties to match. The field house in which the locker rooms were located was on the far back left side of the school. I had to walk across the school parking lot, onto the side walk adjacent to the school, then cross the street to my subdivided neighborhood.  When I had almost reached the now deserted school parking lot, I noticed two men standing next to a car by the entrance gate that leads to the sidewalk. I kept walking, with my earphones on, and some music blasting. As I reached the gate, one man made a hand gesture and said something, but I couldn’t hear him. I politely smiled as he approached me. He, now, was standing right in front of me. I muted my music and said excuse me, he laughed and sarcastically asked “What position do you love, sweetie?” and just as I was about to say something I felt another man coming up behind me. I tried to run, but I was surrounded.  It was then that I realized there was a third man, and he was in the car. As I was about to scream for help, one of them grabbed me from the back and covered my mouth with one hand and with his other arm he help me arms down and carried me into the back seat of the car. He threw me inside the car, and got in after me, the other man rode in the front seat. I started crying, and begging them to let me go. They laughed. I kept banging on the my side of the window and in one motion the guy riding with me in the back seat pulled my hair, and pushed me down onto his lap. Tears were coming down my face making difficult for me to see, and now breath since he was covering my mouth once again.

Before I knew it the car had stopped. The two guys in the front seats got out, opened my side of the door and almost dragged me out. We were in a garage. They threw on the floor, I was terrified. I sat up, against the wall and begged for them to stop. They all three pulled they’re rock hard cocks out, while one grabbed me by my hair pulling me towards them. They made me open my mouth, and each took their turn face fucking me. Without a warning one of them flipped me over, ripped my tights and entered my tight cunt, I wasn’t wet, and I could feel every inch of his cock penetrate me with pain. I cried and begged him to stop, the three of them just laughed. Then he turned me around, and one of the other man standing, kneel in front of me and forced his cock into my tight pussy, deep. In one thrust, he was balls deep inside me, while the two other man slapped their cocks on my face, smearing my tears on my cheeks.

This is when I usually wake up, it’s all a dream, you see, but my dreams are so vivid, I can even smell their colognes. I always wake up soaking wet and horny, wanting more from those three men. Wanting to feel helpless once again. Overpowered by them. Then, I reach for my vibrator, close my eyes and reminiscence. Having the three men force me have sex with them feels like a memory, but at end it was all a dream.

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