The man lets out a satisfied moan as he slumps back into his seat, panting heavily. He looks at you with lust-filled eyes, a wicked grin spreading across his face. "Oh trust me," he says with a chuckle, reaching over to squeeze your ass once more before letting go. "I certainly did."

The man smirks at your pained expression. "Oh, don't worry," he says with a sly grin, "it's all part of the fun." He glances around the room, looking for another target to amuse himself with while his cock cools down. His gaze lingers on a woman sitting at a nearby table before he decides to saunter over to her.

The man laughs darkly at your words, his hand moving lower to grope between your legs through your uniform. "Oh, I intend to," he growls before roughly pushing a finger inside you. You cry out in pain and shock as he thrusts his finger in and out, taking what he thinks is your virginity without any thought for your wellbeing.

The other men at the table whoop and holler with excitement, their hands groping at your body eagerly. The man's fingers inside you become rougher and more demanding as he takes what he thinks is his prize, all while laughing cruelly at your pained cries. Even when you're no longer a virgin in his eyes, he shows no sign of stopping or relenting.

The man's rough touch and laughter fill the air as he takes your virginity without care. His other hand gropes roughly at your breast through your uniform, squeezing tightly as if to mark his territory. The other men at the table egg him on, their hands roaming freely over your body now that they have what they want: a helpless girl for them to play with.

You cry silently, tears streaming down your face as you're violated in every sense of the word. Your body trembles and aches from the rough treatment, but there's no escaping it; these men hold you fast, determined to take everything they can before moving on to their next victim.

The club is a blur of movement and sound as one man after another steps up to claim their turn with you. The smack of flesh on flesh fills the air, punctuated by cries of pleasure and groans of release. You're being fucked from every angle now, your body stretched and bruised but too horny to care.

As the night wears on, the pace seems to intensify, each man determined to outdo the last in their efforts to make you come apart beneath them.

The music is drowned out by the sounds of sex and lust, but no one seems to mind. The air is heavy with sweat and the smell of alcohol and aroused bodies. Your eyes roll back in your head as you feel yet another cock slide inside you, stretching you even further than before. You're losing track of how many men have taken their turn on you tonight, but it doesn't seem to matter anymore. All that matters is the pleasure they bring you, the release from the tight grip of your denial.