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Chapter 1

My name was Kendall Bailey. I was a freshman in college.Ever since my boyfriend took my virginity, I'd wanted it every single day. If I went a day without it, my whole body would ache.Now that winter break had started, I held in my hunger and headed back home.My family lived in a village in Hendeine. It was a long trip—two days by train, then another half day on the village bus.The moment I stepped onto the bus, I felt countless hungry eyes lock onto me.The bus was packed with rugged men who worked the fields—every last one of them strong, lean, and dark from the sun. The worn-out cabin reeked of male hormones.After holding myself back for two days, I was already aching. Now, the itch was unbearable. If I held it in any longer, I was afraid my insides would burn up.The bus was nearly full of men. Lugging my suitcase, I found an empty seat near the back.Right next to me sat a migrant worker in a blue-collar uniform, grinning at me with a lecherous look.That's when I re

Chapter 2

A burly man in the same uniform reached out a hand."Steve, when you touched Richard's daughter's leg just now, what'd it feel like? Softer than your wife's?"The group burst into laughter, watching me with amused grins.Steve wasn't embarrassed in the slightest. He smacked his lips and said, "Gotta say, Kendall's legs are smooth and soft. Not like us, who do rough labor. She's a college student now."The same man shot back, "So what if she's a college student? She's still from our village. Let me feel those legs and see how soft they really are."With that, a few other rough men behind him also reached out. "Let me feel too!"In an instant, several large, calloused hands were groping and squeezing my legs."Man, these legs are tender. Feels great."Deep down, I'd been starving for this kind of touch. Suddenly surrounded by several men, my body could barely take it.Those big hands felt like they carried electric currents, sending tingles all over me until I couldn't help but

Chapter 3

"Her stockings are so thin. Why don't you just cut them open with a pair of scissors?"Steve slapped his forehead, pulled a giant pair of shears from his bag, and aimed them right between my legs."Don't move, Kendall. Wouldn't want to cut you."I was terrified. My legs stayed frozen stiff. One wrong move and the blades would hit flesh."Gently… gently," I whispered."Relax. My technique's perfect."A moment later, I felt a cool draft between my thighs. The stockings had been sliced open.Steve leaned in hard, trying to get a look.The men crowded around like they'd discovered a new continent, shouting excitedly."There it is, there it is! She's got hair!"Steve's eyes went wide with even more excitement."And it's wet down there. She's leaking. Looks like Kendall really does need a man."I was dying of shame. Sure, I'd always had a strong appetite, but I'd never had so many men admiring me down there.Especially not rough, burly men like these. They were nothing like the

Chapter 4

Steve asked, "Is your itch really that bad?"I nodded in agony. "It's awful. Steve, didn't you say you'd help me? Please, help me!"I no longer needed the men to hold my arms and legs. I spread my thighs on my own.Steve hoisted both my legs onto his shoulders and thrust in hard."I ain't no liar. I said I'd help, so I'll help."Ah—yes. I had never felt such powerful pressure before.Even my hair stood on end with pleasure. A violent wave of comfort exploded through my entire body. My feet trembled violently from the fierce impact.The other men slipped off my little leather shoes and began fondling my feet wantonly.They were soaked with their spit and sweat.They tore open my clothes, revealing my full breasts. The mounds kept changing shape beneath their palms. Round one moment, flattened the next.I didn't know how long passed before Steve finally climbed off me, satisfied.He asked, "See, Kendall? Feeling a little better now?"My heart raced with both shock and delight

Chapter 5

"Y-yeah," I stammered, nodding without coherence, desperate to escape. "I—I should get home. My parents are waiting."Before Mona could say another word, I took off running toward my house.By the time I pushed open the front door, I'd used up almost every last bit of strength I had."Mom?" I called out tentatively, my voice trembling.From the kitchen came the clatter of pots and pans. My mother's voice followed, tinged with exhaustion. "You're back? Hungry? Dinner's almost ready."I remembered the hole torn in my stockings. The smell of men clinging to my body.Terrified my mother might sense something wrong, I stood frozen at the door."What's with you, just standing there?" My mother poked her head out from the kitchen. Seeing my pale face, she frowned in confusion. "What's wrong? You look awful. Did something happen out there?""No… nothing." The words tumbled out. I looked down and pretended to fix my shoes, my fingers trembling slightly."Really?" She didn't believe me.

Chapter 6

My dad glanced at me and said casually, "If nothing's wrong, just eat. You don't come home often."After dinner, I went outside to play with the puppy, holding it in my arms and ruffling its fur hard. But my mood stayed heavy. I felt like the villagers were looking at me differently now.A few people I ran into greeted me warmly when they saw I was back. "Kendall, you're home! Long time no see—you've really changed."I nearly jumped out of my skin, thinking they were talking about what happened on the bus.For the next several days, I hid in the house, too scared to go out. But the gossip spreading through the village only grew wilder.The first to grow suspicious was Leslie's wife, Sandra Graham. She was a sharp-tongued woman, a real gossip who never missed a thing happening in the village.That afternoon, Sandra overheard Mona and Kat Hanne whispering."Did you hear? Leslie came off that bus grinning lecherously," Mona said in a low voice."No kidding! And Mark? He came home

Chapter 7

I opened the door on trembling legs and saw my father's face had turned purple with rage.Through tears, I tried to explain, "They forced themselves on me—"He didn't let me finish. He grabbed me, pulled me outside, and stood me in front of the crowd.The sun blazed down, stinging my eyes."My daughter's right here," he announced. "If you have something to say, say it to her face."Sandra took one look at my fair, delicate features, and her fury flared. "Forced you? Who'd believe that? Dressed up like a slut, learned bad habits in the city, and came back to ruin our village's men!"The other villagers' spit flew like a storm. Someone shouted, "Run her out of the village! The Baileys have brought shame on everyone!"The shrews rushed forward, ready to beat me. They were farm women, every one of them built strong and solid.My father threw himself in front of me and roared at the crowd, "Nobody's proven anything yet! You can't just hit her!"But just then, someone stepped out fr

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