I opened the door to see what was going on

Location: Girls' Dorm, My Bedroom
State: Normal
HP: 70/100
Lust: 0/100
Infection: 2/100
Equipment: Underwear, T-shirt, Jeans, Socks, Trainers

Even though I was not presentable, I had to fulfill my curiosity. I could not stand not to be aware of what was going on. I left my backpack on the floor and crossed my room to reach the door and open it. If the things behind were dangerous, I could just shut the door and lock it.

When I opened it, I saw a shirtless, dark-haired guy who were about to enter. An erected cock was stuck out of his unzipped pants. His mouth was wide open and saliva was drooling on his chin. His mad red eyes were staring at my exposed breasts and I could almost see the nasty things he was planning to do with them when he would have an occasion.

I was not done realizing a guy was in the girls' dorm, at my door, seeing me naked when he suddenly jumped on me before I could do anything. He flattened his hands on my tits and pushed me with a surnatural strength. My fall was violently stopped by the collision between my bed and my back. I let out a scream of pain that something deadened straight away as my mouth got violated by what I recognized a bit later (not without horror) as a cock.

While my hair was gripped with brutality, his cock was **** my mouth, making me gag at each thrust. Broken by both pain and alarm, I wept uncontrollably and witnessed his back and forth motion inside my mouth without being able to react, as if my body had been turned into a rag doll.

A squirt of hot semen burst into my mouth. I swallowed all what I could in a half-**** **** struggle for air. When he finally pulled out his dick, I collapsed on the floor, gasping and coughing pathetically, with a bitter taste in my mouth that no mouthwash could ever make disappear.

Still crying, I crawled with all the strength I had left to get away from this monster. I turned back to see if he was pursuing me and I realized he was lying on my bed, sound asleep. I got up and then I saw the bedside lamp. I unplugged it, took it and smashed it against his head, repeatedly. Until his blood dirtied my bed like he had dirtied my mouth. I threw what was left of my lamp across the room. I was angry at that guy, and angry at my stupidity above all. I had been warned there was danger out there and what did I do? I opened the door while being mostly naked! What was wrong with me?

I closed my eyes, took a deep breath and tried to analyse the situation. People had gone mad. That was what the girl from earlier said. A guy had **** my mouth. He looked pretty mad. Now I had identified the danger: furious mad rapists. Yay. The girl also had told me I had to avoid any contact. Too late. I shuddered of fear and anxiety. Why did I have to avoid contact? Now that I had failed, what was going to happen to me? Not wanting to panick, I decided to put aside that questions for later. For now, I had other priorities, like getting dressed. I slipped on jeans and a black t-shirt, put on white socks and my trainers and got ready to leave my room, mentally preparing myself to run as soon as I would see a guy.

I noticed that I could not hear the girl scream anymore. They probably had got her, which meant I had lost the only friendly face I had saw today. Why did the universe harassed me like this? Grumbling about my bad luck, I left the room, my senses on the alert.