Danganronpa ep1 Asahina Despair

​"My head... it feels like I’ve been underwater for way too long. The last thing I remember was Monokuma yelling about a 'Special Training Session' because I took an extra donut... and then everything went black. When I finally open my eyes, I’m not in the pool. I’m on a cold, rusted metal bench in a locker room that smells like iron and old, stale water. Everything is bathed in this creepy, high-contrast neon blue light. I look down and gasp—I’m in this tiny, cherry-red string bikini that barely covers anything. Then I see them. Ten guys, their skin painted chalk-white, wearing those horrible, grinning Monokuma masks. I look at the camera lens, and I can feel my heart shattering already. My eyes are wide, glassy, and full of a despair I can’t even put into words. [Pic 2] ​I try to ask what’s going on, but my voice is just a tiny squeak. Monokuma hops onto a locker, his camera flash ready. 'Don't be shy, Hina! You’re the star today! Our sponsors—the ones who provide the "materials" for my little school—they want to see the Ultimate Swimmer take a real plunge!' Suddenly, the white masks are everywhere. It’s a mountain of cold flesh. One man shoves himself into my mouth, cutting off my breath, while others grab my wrists and ankles. My hands are forced to stroke them, and they pull at my feet while the cameras click. My bikini top is ripped away, leaving me totally exposed and shivering. [Pic 3 & 4] ​From here, the rest of the 'costume' is gone. I’m completely naked, handled like I’m just a piece of equipment in the gym. They shove me down onto all fours on the damp, dirty tiles. My knees are bruising, and I can’t stop shaking. One of the masked men grips my hips so hard it’ll leave marks and drives into my vagina—a blunt, deep, intrusive force that makes me feel like I’m being split in two. My head is thrown back, my mouth open in a silent, broken gasp. I can feel my spirit just... breaking. [Pic 5] ​They drag me to a grime-streaked mirror by my hair. While he’s still hammering into me from behind, they force my trembling hand to hold a phone. I have to take a selfie. I see my own reflection—nude, flushed, my eyes glazed over and completely dead. I look like a used-up toy. [Pic 6] ​Suddenly, a rough rope drops from the ceiling fan. They loop it around my neck and hoist me up. I’m dangling, my toes barely scraping the floor, gasping for air as my face turns blue. While I’m struggling to breathe, two more men lift my legs and drive into my anus at the same time. The pressure from the rope and the dual, violent invasion is too much. My vision starts to fade into black sparks... I almost want to stay in the dark. [Pic 7] ​SNIP! The rope is cut and I collapse into a heap of fluids on the floor. Monokuma kicks the first two out—'Stage hogs!'—but the rest take their place. I’m on my back now, limp and unresponsive, as they continue a relentless dual penetration. They begin to finish, coating my breasts, my stomach, and my face in thick, hot, white streaks. I’m just a mess of chemicals and broken pride. [Pic 8 & 9] ​The final shot. The cameras stop moving and the men step back. I can’t even move my arms. I’m just lying there on the cold, wet floor, my legs forced wide apart in a final, horrible display for the sponsors. My expression is completely vacant—I’ve officially broken internally. Between my thighs, everything is ruined. My pussy and my anus are stretched wide, gapped open, and they won't close. I can feel the warmth of all that thick, white cum leaking out of me in a steady stream, pooling on the floor and coating my feet. I’m not a swimmer anymore... I’m just a hollowed-out shell. [Pic 10]"