She sat in the shower, the room thick with steam, as near scalding water poured over her naked body. Her normally pale skin was bright pink, almost glowing, as heat rained down upon her. She sobbed and clutched her legs, oblivious to it all. She was lost in her own swirling thoughts and the ever-maddening buzzing of her phone on the sink. As if to punish her, it buzzed several more times in a row, accompanied by dings of her messenger app.

The images of the night before wouldn’t leave her mind, nor would what she had seen on her phone. She had always been a good girl, faithful, playful perhaps, but never dirty. She’d had only one boyfriend in high school and while they had fooled around, she had never slept with him. It was old-fashioned perhaps, but in her mind, that was a gift to give her husband or at least someone she thought could someday be her husband.

She had been so excited the night before for her first college party. She had worn a pretty dress, nothing too skimpy, but she did expect or hope to turn some heads. Moving to the city and starting her degree, all this had been her first real taste of freedom and the real world. The first time really outside the bubble and safety net of her small town. She had headed out with friends, ready to tick off another first.

The party had been rowdier than she had expected when she got there, but it wasn’t too bad. A couple girls were drunk and acting out, flashing their tits and such, but she ignored them. She took a beer that one of the frat guys had given her and danced with her friends. Eventually, some of the girls wandered off with some guys as everyone paired up with someone they found interesting. After a couple beers, she had started to feel woozy, but the guys were great and two of them helped her to the couch. They had sat her down, sitting on both sides of her. Things quickly got fuzzy from there. She remembered kissing them or them kissing her. Soft touches on her body, whimpering stop, pushing weakly against them. Her legs were parted, hands warm on her upper thighs. She remembered whispering “please”. She had meant please stop, but they didn’t. Wet fingers touched her face, and then blackness.

Flashes, stairs, going up or down, she didn’t know what was happening. She was held and walked through a crowd of people. Then in a cool room, slumping onto an empty bed. She couldn’t move, sounds and lights were a blur, and she barely felt the cool air on her as her panties were pulled to the floor. More flashes of light, blinding and confusing her, as her knees were spread. She tried to whimper “no”. Eyes fluttered to blackness, then a sharp pain brought her briefly to reality. Someone wearing a mask was thrusting into her. She tried to cry but was too weak and numb, her arms pushed then grew limp, slumping. She didn’t feel the first gush of cum inside her, nor the third or the fifth. Nothing but darkness and confusion.