I don't know under what title to post this.

After high school I went on a group trip to Europe. At the hotel my friend and I met some guys and we were invited to a party. It was against the rules, but we went. The party went on for a while and the topic came up that we were both fresh graduates and new to the world and the consensus was that we would be initiated. We were grabbed by several guys, and my friend was dragged over to the dining table, and she was pulled over it and her hands were held by one guy and another pulled her pants down. Her ankles were tied to the table legs and several men rotated one after the other to fuck her. Some came, others did not as they were pushed out of the way for another to take his place.

After they got bored with her, they dragged me to the table and got me ready for my initiation. But nothing happened, one American guy who had stood in the corner walked up and told them that I was his and to let me go. An argument went on for a few minutes until his persistence won over and they let me go. He untied my ankles and helped me with my pants and took me out of there. He placed me in his car and put the seat belt on me and drove me to his apartment, where he lectured me on being stupid. The sum of that lecture was that I needed to leave and go somewhere else.

I remained in love with him for a very long time, I am still in love with him, but I realized that I was not to be his in that sense. Why he stepped in for me is my cross to bear. I don't know his name, he never gave it to me. I don't recall ever telling him what my name was either. My friend is fine, in spite of what happened to her. In her way of thinking it was her right of passage, I am just glad it was not mine.