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undefinedI am not sure that you might find it believable or not and to be honest this story actually comes from my best friend whose friends had visited Goa last summer. I trust him more than I trust any of my friends. So yeah, it must be true.

You will get to know it in the end why I have placed it under this section of WILDEST EXPERIENCE. So, wait for it!!

It was a boys only trip to GOA. After having their usual dinner, some guys decided to relax near the shack amidst the cool beach breeze. A decent looking foreign girl (nationality unknown) approached a guy amongst them and tried to make a conversation. The other guys amazed by this, gave them the privacy that the situation demanded and dismissed right away. Initially, the guy was totally taken aback but eventually felt comfortable as the conversation gelled along with their stride along the beach. Everything seemed to be hitting right. The breeze, the walk on the cool sand & most importantly her company. Nothing more that you can ask for. She was very nice to him & then suddenly things moved up a bit. She touched his hand & tried to side hug him. The guy couldn’t ask for anything more. In the last 30 minutes, a white girl had approached him, they had walked half a mile talking to each other & now she was trying to get intimate. Mahnn.. this was ultimate!!

GOA was proving to be a Heavenly Paradise.

With her right arm around his waist and her index finger onto his belly, she gave her a slight poke. He instantly felt all the caterpillars turn into butterflies!! He was shaken with fascination. Trying to mind wobble & figure out what was exactly happening, out of total nowhere he leaned and pecked her cheek. She laughed, laughed hard. He knew he had embarrassed himself. He tried to look away but she found it very adorable & tried to climb up his sight to gain his attention. When he resisted, she came closer, stepped her toes onto his and tried to make eye contact. As his eyes met hers, he could feel a sense of unnatural excitement running through his nerves. Her nose was red with all the adorability that it could bear. Her light brown eyes shined brightly in the moonlight. Her light blonde hair were waving rhythmically with the wind matching the breeze sounds with perfection. He could no more help his desires and held her across her waist waiting for her to lean forward. As she leaned, he could feel her sight travelling from his eyes towards his lips and then the kissing began. It went on and on until they realised they were down against the beach sand.

She asked if they could take this up to her hotel room. He nodded and quickly called up his friend and asked him to inform others as well that he wouldn’t be able to join them for the night. He was feeling very excited. This outing was proving to be an experience that he wouldn’t have imagined in the wildest of his dreams. They walked together to her hotel room. It was already cold and dark now. He side hugged her trying to make her feel comfortable & offered her warmth.

They reached the hotel room. Everything was quite dim inside except for the yellow bulb projecting its light over the dressing table. She rushed over to the switch board and switched on the lights. With the sudden brightness inside the room, he felt awakened from the romantic trans that he was so immersed in. She slid past him and went inside the wash room signalling him to make himself comfortable on the bed.

She had quickly changed into a nightie which had fringes at its bottom end running down till her knees. Godd.. She looked beautiful!! She was blushing hard whenever their eyes met. He was so engrossed in looking at her that he didn’t realise that her phone was ringing. She politely asked to excuse her and picked up her cellphone. In a jiffy, she was outside the room and as she went out he heard her talking in a language he hadn’t heard before. He stood there waiting, staring at the huge false ceiling, the beautiful chandelier and imagining the moments that would follow. Suddenly, he heard the door of the washroom swing open. Feeling shocked he stood upright on the bed on his feet. He was left shaken and he couldn’t believe his vision. Two big black giants stood right in front of the bed. He sensed that something was terribly wrong. He ran with all his might to the room door. Pushed the latch open trying to unlock the door. Then it struck him that his efforts wouldn’t do any good as the door was locked from outside. The bitch had trapped him. It was a huge fraud all along. Feeling helpless, he banged the door as hard as he could, shouted at the top of his voice calling for help. Meanwhile, one of the giants turned the music player and the other approached him. He grabbed him with both his hands, holding the victim’s upper body so firm that his vigorous hand movements hardly made any impact on him. He slammed him onto the bed, still holding the victim’s upper body whilst all the shaking. The other giant took a long woollen cloth from his back pocket and tied it across his mouth. The victim had half lost his energy, subjecting all the resistance that he could. He fought, fought hard but the force of the two giants was immense. One of them held his hands and the other his legs. They drilled him hard. One to one.. two to one.. it continued on and on. Every moment seemed to be of disastrous pain and suffering. There was no mercy. His world had moved from the epitome of happiness to merciless wretchedness. It was like there was no stopping them. Nothing that he could remember after that. Losing all his might, he remained on the bed drenched with total unconsciousness.

Next, he remembered his eyes opening the following morning. There was a complete silence in the room now. He was lying head down on the same bed with his throat all dried up. The bed sheet was left with dark red blood stains. Some blood still oozing out of his lower back body. He gathered all the strength he had and tried to lift himself up. He couldn’t. He knew, if it was something he should do, he had to do it now. He pushed himself up and made an attempt to side stand on his right arm. Slowly and gradually, he got down the bed and made a struggling march to the washroom. He slowly cleaned himself up, dressed up and tried to get out of the room ensuring that it was all clear to move.

Later, he met his friends and he explained them the whole story. They took him to the nearby local hospital and his lower body wounds were treated with 8 stitches. He felt helpless. Reporting this whole thing to the Police would mean a total society shaming not only to him but also to his entire family. He had ruined his life. It meant a life scathing scar that he had to carry for the rest of his life. After he returned home, he had decided not to tell this entire thing to his family. So, he followed that by twisting the facts and telling his family that he had faced a small bike accident where he fell off the bike on his back. That’s it!!

The truth about this experience that happened in GOA, has stayed in GOA ever since!!

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