It was late at night when Denver decided to take a shortcut through an abandoned alleyway to get to her dorm room. The moon was high in the sky, casting eerie shadows on the dilapidated walls, but she didn't dare use the main road. After all, she had to be careful about keeping her reputation intact.
As she hurried along, she couldn't help but feel the pressure building up in her bowels. It wasn't unusual for her after a big meal, but the thought of being caught in such a compromising position filled her with dread. She tried to push the thought aside and focus on getting back to her dorm as quickly as possible.
Unfortunately, her luck ran out when she rounded the corner and came face to face with a group of guys from her class. They'd obviously been drinking, and their lewd comments brought a blush to her cheeks. She averted her eyes and tried to hurry past them, but they blocked her path, giggling and jeering.
"Hey, have you seen this bit of ass?" one of them slurred, making a grab at her butt.
"I think she's got to go number two," another said, leering at her. Denver felt her face flush even hotter with embarrassment. She tried to push past them again, but they only got more aggressive.
"What's the matter, don't you like dirty talk?" one of them whispered in her ear, causing her to shiver with disgust.
Before she knew it, they had pushed her up against the wall of an old public bathroom and started grabbing at her clothes. She tried to squirm free, but there were too many of them. Just when she thought things couldn't get any worse, she felt an urgent pressure in her bowels.
"Shit!" she gasped, realizing what was happening. "I've got to go! Let me go!" But the boys were too drunk and too excited to listen. They continued to grope her, laughing and jeering as she struggled in vain to get away.
Denver's face turned white with fear and shame as she tried to hold it in. But her body had other ideas. It felt like she needed to shit right now, and there was no way she could hold it back. A desperate look of panic came over her as she realized she was about to lose control in front of these guys.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, they let her go. She stumbled into the bathroom, almost falling to her knees as she raced to the toilet. The sound of her bowels expelling the contents was deafening in the small space.
After what felt like hours, she finally finished. She flushed the toilet and collapsed onto the cold tile floor, crying from the embarrassment and humiliation she'd just endured. She didn't know what was worse: the feeling of losing control or the fact that these guys had seen her like this.
Shaking and sobbing, she finally managed to pull herself together and leave the bathroom. The walk back to her dorm felt like a lifetime. She knew she had to tell someone what had happened, but she couldn't imagine who would believe her.
Later that night, after finally getting into her room, she called her best friend, sobbing uncontrollably as she told her story. Her friend listened quietly, offering words of comfort and promising to help her in any way she could.
The next day, Denver mustered up the courage to report the incident to the college authorities. It was a long and painful process, but finally, the guys were expelled from school. Though things would never be the same for Denver, she knew that she had stood up for herself and other girls who might be in the same situation.
It took time for her to fully recover from the trauma, but with the help of her friends and family, she was able to put the incident behind her. She learned to trust herself and her instincts, and to never let anyone take advantage of her again. It was a painful lesson, but one that would stay with her for the rest of her life.
