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Written: 10 April 2019

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by Isabella

Stoey Code: M/f, Oral, Masturbation, Underage, Rape

I got home at eight o'clock, much to my parent's surprise, thirty minutes before my mother's deadline. I went to bed a happy girl and slept like a log. I got up on Monday morning feeling starved. In the past three days I'd eaten less than half the number of meals that I would usually eat. I'd slept in the nude again and before I pulled my dressing gown on to head for my morning shower I looked at myself in the mirror. I didn't look the same as I had on Friday morning, lack of food and three days of orgasms had taken its toll on the layer of puppy fat under my skin, my little paunchy belly had flattened down and somehow my breasts looked in better shape, more defined, perkier than I remembered.

As I showered I imagined Ed's hands rubbing the soap into my body and as I washed between my legs I actually gave myself an orgasm.

I dressed in school uniform and went down for breakfast, toast and orange juice. I packed my bag and headed out of the door fifteen minutes before I needed to.

As I walked through the wood towards the bus stop, I could hear the usual cacophony of the twelve boys that caught the same school bus that I did, they always arrived at the lay-by early to play football and lark about. I usually timed my arrival to just five minutes before the bus was due, that was the usual time for the five other girls from my village to turn up but today I was early and if the boys were in a playful mood, I'd take all their stick on my own as I was so early.

I spotted the dark blue line above the hedgerow and my heart skipped a beat, the beat-up old transit was still parked in the lay-by. I ran through the jostling crowd of teenage boys kicking a tennis ball about. I headed for the van and a boy shouted out, "Hey Drippy Dawn, be careful getting so close to that Gyppo's van, he'll kidnap you and sell you to the white slavers!"

I stood by the back doors of Ed's van and looked back at the dozen boys who had now stopped kicking their ball about and just stood watching me. I opened the door and called out, "Any Gypsy's in here looking for volunteers to go to the white slavers?"

I clambered into the back of the van and closed the doors behind me, before the boys outside got over their shock at seeing me enter the gypsy's van I was knickerless and helping Ed to get rid of his early morning wood. I only took my knickers off because I had just fifteen minutes before the bus was due.

I stayed playing with Ed until the bus pulled up and then I had to run from Ed's side in an almighty rush...so much so that I didn't even bother to put my knickers back on before leaving the van, I just stuffed them in my satchel as I ran.

I was one of the oldest on the bus, our school only took kids up until the term that they turned fourteen and then they shipped us out to one of the local High Schools, one of the main ones was on the other side of town, and the other was in Wellingborough. I sat at the closest empty seat to the front of the bus, the boys all congregated at the back. Two of the girls from my year sidled up to me, one sat at my side and one sat opposite me, "Gary Marshal said that you were in the Gypsy's van fucking them before the bus came."

"He isn't a gypsy, just a friend who hung around to say goodbye to me this morning!"

I was very smug for the rest of the bus trip into school, every student on that bus believed that I'd been fucked by an adult...even if they also believed that he was a gypsy...and by the end of morning assembly, the rumour would be all over school, I'd have the reputation of being a very fallen woman.

Just seventy-two hours earlier I'd been almost anonymous, boys didn't know me, they didn't show any interest in me...actually, they did know me, I was universally called 'Drippy Dawn' by all the boys in my year at school. I didn't care much that I was universally unpopular with the boys at school, they were all either far too young emotionally or too arrogant, there were few exceptions, the school bully, Mark Whitfield, was one and his apprentice, Jason Cooper, was another and unfortunately they were both in my class...or...that could be fortunate, because they tended to just sit together planning the overthrowing of the world and left the rest of us alone in the classroom, just making life a misery in the playground at break times, before school and after.

I got off the bus and walked through the school gates, five feet inside the boundary of the school I was hit by an Elle-cet missile. She hit me so hard that she almost knocked me off my feet, her arms flung around my neck in a tight hug.

"You're still alive then?"

I slapped her forehead playfully and pushed her off of me, "Of course I'm still alive...why wouldn't I be?"

When your dad rang my mother on Friday evening at nine o'clock, I was the other side of the room but I still managed to hear him as he was shouting so loudly. He rang again at midnight to see if you'd turned up and again at eight o'clock in the morning to see if you'd turned up in the middle of the night."

Elle stood looking at me with my hand still on her forehead holding her away from me, her eyes were wide with expectation, her head nodding in my direction, after fifteen seconds she said, "Well?"

"Well what?"

"God Dawn...don't leave me hanging, where did you get to on Friday night...all night long!"

I was watching the other kids from my bus radiating out across the playground, my reputation being destroyed by the second.

"Well, I was on my way to your house but I got sidetracked by a party."

"A party that went on all night long?"

"Well...no...I only managed about an hour before I passed out drunk."

"And?"

"Nothing really, a man put me to bed and I woke up at about eight o'clock the next morning."

"So...what...the man just put you to bed drunk and left you there?"

"Well, not exactly..."

"Come on, this is harder than explaining algebra to Mark Whitfield or Jason Cooper or trying to teach them to eat with a knife and fork!"

"I woke up in bed with the man in the morning."

Elle looked shocked, she gasped, "You tramp...you lucky tramp. So I assume that you have finally been cured of your virginity then?"

I shook my head.

"What...you're kidding me right...you were in bed with a man all night and he didn't plunder your treasure chest?"

I shook my head again.

"So, you were still fully dressed then when you woke up?"

"Not exactly."

"What exactly?"

"Well...I was wearing my red silk dress when I left home...I wanted to look as old as I possibly could so no one reported me out on the bus at that time of night, when he put me to bed he took my dress off so that it didn't crease up too much and apparently I woke up just long enough to throw up all over my underwear...so he had to take my bra and knickers off and clean me up."

"So he stripped you totally naked and just put you in bed and left you?"

"No, not exactly."

"Come on Dawn...what exactly happened?"

"I don't know exactly what happened, I just woke up and found him in bed next to me in the morning with his back to me."

"And you don't think he screwed you while you were unconscious?"

"I don't think he did...but of course I have no idea really what happened before I woke up."

I started to walk towards the school buildings and as Elle and I walked along between lines of students all looking at me, the girls mostly looked disgusted at me, the boys looked interested in me for the first time, I wasn't anonymous today like I was before Friday. As we walked along I gave Elle chapter and verse about my weekend, when I got to Sunday lunch and the fact that Ed had met my parents, she was 'Gob-smacked'. When I got to the part where my father had mended Ed's van she looked shocked and when I told her that my mother had dragged my father away and told me to be home in six hours time, leaving me in the lay-by with Ed and his mobile double bed, she stopped dead in her tracks, her mouth hanging open like a loon.

Elle stopped me, "Tell me that Ed fucked you last night!"

I shook my head again, "I don't think he will have full sex with me until I'm sixteen!"

"But that's eighteen months away...you can't wait that long...not after everything you've done so far. What about when he spat his semen in your bum...do you thing Ed would do you that way so that you wouldn't stand a chance of falling pregnant?"

That made me smile.

"You like that idea...don't you?"

"Well, that time was the closest he got to putting his cock in me other than in my mouth."

Our conversation was cut short by the sound of the school bell. We joined the lines of students heading into school. Elle and I started every school day in our form room, Mr Jenkins was responsible for our pastoral care, he marked the register in the morning and again after lunch, he dealt with sickness absence, he took letters from parents asking for us to be let out of school for important appointments like doctors and dentists and he also took us for Geography, which was our first lesson today.

Our classrooms all had forty desks in four double banks, five desks deep. In our form room, Elle sat at desk one, that was the row of desks by the windows that was right in front of Mr Jenkins desk, I sat next to Elle in desk two. Sarah Pullman sat behind Elle in desk three and Peter Thatcher sat behind me in desk four. Sarah and Peter had a bit of a thing going on this year and tried to sit next to each other as often as possible.

There were only thirty four students in our class so we had six empty desks but not as you'd think, the six furthest away from the teacher's desk, Mark Whitfield sat in desk forty and Jason Cooper always sat in desk number thirty-nine. Desks thirty-seven and thirty-eight were always empty...just because Mark and Jason were sitting behind them.

Elle and I reached our classroom door in a crush, we were separated as we passed through into the classroom doorway but it wasn't an accident, Mark Whitfield had bumped me out of the line, not just his usual bullying tactic, he bumped me and forced me into the aisle between the third and fourth rows of desks, he pushed me all the way to the back of the room, he pushed me into the seat behind desk forty where he would usually sit and Mark sat in Jason's seat trapping me in the corner, Jason sat at desk thirty-seven, right in front of Mark. I was in the furthest desk from the teacher for the first time in my school career and Jason was blocking my view from Mr Jenkins desk.

Elle stood in front of her usual desk looking towards me with a concerned expression on her face.

The room suddenly fell silent as Mr Jenkins walked in, "Miss Butterfield, can you explain to me why you're still on your feet?"

Elle sat down, "Sorry Mr Jenkins."

The register was called and as students called out that they were present Mark scrawled, 'sho me ur nickers.' On a sheet of paper, he nudged me with his elbow and turned the paper towards me. I took out my pen, shouted that I was here as my name was called and I leaned over and added a 'W' to the end of 'sho' and a 'K' at the beginning of the 'nickers'. I didn't bother changing the 'UR' to 'Your'.

I got another dig in my ribs from Mark's elbow and he shook the paper at me again.

I had to stop myself laughing as I leaned over and opened my satchel, I dipped my hand into my bag and pulled my knickers out and showed him under the desk.

He reacted badly, he clenched his fist and his teeth and growled, "Not the ones in your bag, the ones you're wearing!"

I put the palm of my right hand between my legs, holding the front of my skirt down and then, with my left hand I lifted the side of my skirt showing him my thigh first and then my hip, I flashed almost all the way up to the waistband of my school skirt, showing him that I didn't have any knickers on.

Mark reached over with his right hand and gripped the hem of my skirt and yanked it up, easily pulling it out from under my right hand, fortunately my hand dropped down to hide my bush from him and at that second, to my relief, Mr Jenkins stood up with a sheaf of papers in his hand and he walked to the middle of the room and stood in between desks twelve and twenty-one. He was now in a position where he could see over to my desk and Mark had to drop my skirt so Mr Jenkins didn't see what he was doing.

"We are going to have a 'Pop-quiz' this morning, I will read out twenty questions and you will answer as quickly as possible, filling in the answer sheet I'm going to hand out momentarily. Make sure that you put your student number on the box at the top of the page and do not add your name or class number, this test will be marked by an independent assessor and the marks will go towards the admission panel, to select your high school for next year, do well and you may get one of the ten bursaries to Rushmoor School in Bedford, the best of the rest will go to the Academy in Kettering and those that don't make the grade will end up in the comprehensive in Wellingborough."

He then walked down the aisle between the twenties and thirties, dropping papers off on the desks to the right, he gave me a strange look as he dropped my answer sheet in front of me. I could imagine him being suspicious of my change of location within the classroom if we'd known that the exam was coming but this was a pop quiz that was sprung on us out of the blue so it wasn't Mark Whitfield trying to cheat by copying off of me.

I looked at the answer sheet, no question sheet would mean that I couldn't do my usual, read every question before I answered any and then answer only the easiest ones, just enough to get a passing grade. If I got below average I might incur extra work to improve my score, if I got a high mark I could end up with extra work to push me into the honours program but students in the average band were usually left alone and I'd been working my ticket for the past nine years for an easy life. For this test I'd have to answer every question as best as I could, I really wanted to go to the academy because boys like Mark Whitfield would end up at the comprehensive school in Wellingborough and I really didn't want to spend the next four years with the Neanderthals of the county.

Mr Jenkins turned his back on Mark and started dropping answer sheets down the other side of the aisle. He was only at desks twenty-five and Twenty-six when Mark reached out for my left hand and pulling it down into his lap and onto his exposed cock.

On Friday I would have made a big thing of a boy placing my hand on his cock, I would probably have screamed or something but I couldn't be sure of that because it had never come up before but today...today I knew exactly what to do with Mark Whitfield's cock and I took him to heaven as quickly as I could. I started with my hand close to his balls, I gripped him tightly and pulled my hand up to his cockhead, at the crown I gathered his pre-cum in my palm and then rotated my palm covered in slime around on the top of his cockhead before sliding my fist back to his balls and repeating the process.

I don't think that Mark had ever felt anything like it in his life before because he'd boiled over before Mr Jenkins had reached desk nineteen.

Once back at his desk Mr Jenkins turned to face us, Right, even numbered desks two to ten and desks twelve to twenty move one foot to the right and odd numbered desks from twenty-one to twenty-nine and thirty-one to thirty-nine, please move your desks one foot to the left.

The classroom configuration went from four columns of ten desks to eight columns of five but with just a foot gap separating each column.

The test ran through quite quickly to prevent 'Google' cheats and as soon as we finished Mark was told to collect the answer sheets from our two columns of desks and three other students were detailed to collect up to ten question papers each to return them to the teacher's desk.

As Mark Whitfield walked from desk thirty-one to Mr Jenkins' Desk, Jason Cooper slipped out of desk thirty-seven, he had his books in his hands and he dumped them on desk thirty nine before tossing Mark's books on desk thirty seven. When we were told to close the desks back up into their four rows I was suddenly sitting next to Jason. Mr Jenkins switched the interactive white board on, there was a pre-prepared lesson plan on the board for us all to work through.

As soon as Mr Jenkins was back sitting at his desk my left hand was pulled down into Jason's lap and I was once again rubbing a boy's cock up and down at the back of the class. I was able to write what I needed to with my right hand so I just kept the cock rubbing up for the rest of the lesson...just in case Jason left my side after his ejaculation and was replaced by a third boy.

At mid morning break Elle and I walked around the playground talking, I said, "Did it hurt you the first time you did it?"

Elle looked surprised at me, she had always had an interest in talking about sex, it was always me that closed the conversation down to a safer subject, this was the first time I'd opened the discussion on the subject of sex.

"It hurt a lot but only for a few minutes, but don't forget, I was a lot younger than you are now when I lost my virginity and he was a big bugger."

"Did you want him to do it to you?"

"No, but once I got over the pain...I didn't want him to stop!"

"Did you ever see him again?"

"No, I didn't know who he was...I was just in the wrong place at the wrong time."

"So, you were raped then?"

"Of course I was...whenever an adult has sex with a very young girl it's rape but he wasn't trying to hurt or frighten me, it just always hurts when something that big goes into a hole that's so small...why did you ask that?"

"Well, Ed said he wanted to take me home because if I went home on the bus wearing just my red silk dress, I'd probably get raped...right there on the bus!"

"Hey...your face lit up when you said that...do you have a thing about being raped?"

"I think that might be the only way I'll actually lose my virginity...the thought of a man putting his cock in me frightens me to death."

"But you're most of the way there already, you've given a man oral, you've wanked a man and you've been naked with him...most girls fuck first...well, probably wank first, then fuck, then give oral sex and only after all that the fully naked deal."

"I guess I just always do things arse about face."

After mid-morning break it was Chemistry with Mr Blackmore, it wasn't so much of a surprise when Mr Blackmore sprung a pop quiz on us, over the next two weeks we'd probably get a test in every subject. We did fifteen different subjects in a week, that would mean three hundred available points, I had to try to and beat the curve by pulling down at least two hundred and fifty points over all the tests to keep me away from Wellingborough Comprehensive.

The chemistry lab was a standing only class so I wasn't troubled by the boys during the whole lesson.

The chemistry exam would be in the form of a report, the problem we had to resolve was that a bag of salt, the last bag of salt in our desert encampment, had been dropped in the sand and our Sheikh would be angry if he didn't have salt on his chips. 'Using only things that we could reasonably expect to find in a Bedouin encampment, separate the sand and salt.'

We wouldn't actually be performing the experiment; we would have to design it, draw and label everything and explain in report form what we expected the outcome of out experiment to be. The reason we wouldn't be actually doing the experiment was because, as soon as one student set up an experiment on the bench, thirty-three other students would all see it and be able to copy it.

My synopsis for the experiment would be to add distilled water to the salt and sand aggregate and then to use a coffee filter paper in a funnel to strain out the sand particles that would not dissolve into the water like the salt would leaving a saline solution which I would then put in a flask over a fire to evaporate out all the water, leaving a salt cake. Grind the salt cake with a mortar and pestle and sprinkle over the Sheikh chips.

I'd drawn up the equipment I would use in the experiment that wasn't difficult to label as it used real world objects like coffee filter paper, a funnel and a beaker.

I checked through my report, made sure the spellings were all okay and that the drawings worked, everything labelled, nothing missed out and then I popped my student number in the box on the top of the page.

I checked my watch, I still had thirty minutes of the lesson left so I took my paper to the Mr Blackmore and told him that I was finished.

He looked over my answer sheet and he nodded his head, "You still have thirty minutes left of the lesson, you can go into the store room and do a little tidying up for me or you can sit here next to me and read a text book for half an hour.

I chose the tidy up option, even though I didn't plan on doing any tidying up.

I moved a few things around so that it looked like I had tidied up a little and then I found a large scrap book in one of the drawers. I checked that the teacher wasn't wandering around and I opened the scrap book. There were cut-outs from local papers, every page had a different story, they were all about rapes and sexual assaults in the local area. The stories all told the facts of the rapes as known to the police but not the woman's names that were assaulted, there were also photographs of a woman or a girl on each page, under the photograph there was a name and a date of birth.

I suddenly got an idea, I checked the date of the story, the age of the woman in the report and calculated what the year of birth would be of the woman or girl that was raped, in each case, the year of birth of the woman in the picture matched the age of the woman in the story. A shiver ran through my body, why would my chemistry teacher have such an album in the classroom store room and why did he seek out pictures of girls or women that were the same age as the victim at the date of the assault.

I was suddenly aware of someone looking over my shoulder and almost shit myself thinking that it was my teacher, my head disappeared into my shoulders as I turned to see who was behind me. I breathed a massive sigh of relief when I saw that it was Elle, she had finished and handed in her paper just five minutes after me.

"This is interesting Dawn, I'd never believe that we'd had so many rapes and sexual assaults in our small town. Elle flicked back and fourth, she was looking at the section like, 'The police are asking for anyone at XXXXX to contact them on...'

Elle was counting as she flicked through close to fifty reports, "I don't believe it, twenty assaults have taken place in the cemetery on London Road alone! I walk through there every day on my way to school and going home again. The latest Rape had taken place just a week ago, Elle looked at the picture alongside the story. "Hey...I know her, I remember seeing her last week in the cemetery with her boyfriend, I usually see her every day but I haven't seen her out since this happened."

The noise level went up in the classroom, Elle looked out into the room, "Loads have finished now!"

I took the hint and I put the scrapbook back in the drawer again. Elle and I spent just five minutes putting things away and straightening up shelves before the bell sounded for lunch.

"Are you going to lunch in the dining room Elle?"

"Monday lunch is turkey twizzlers, cabbage and boiled potatoes...I don't think it's worth two pounds fifty."

"Me neither, we could walk into town and share a portion of chips, save our lunch tickets for another day when there's something better on the menu."

Usually on a 'Chippy' day, Elle and I would walk into town, ferret around the shops to see what new stock they'd had in and then pick up chips and eat them on the walk back to school but today I made a bee-line for the chip shop and bought the chips. Elle looked a little confused but she just shrugged off the change in protocol by me. I directed the walk as we ate our chips and by the time we'd finished we were at the gate of the cemetery and used their bin to dispose of the chip paper.

I just stood at the gates looking into the cemetery, "Dawn, what are you doing, you hoping to see someone getting raped or something?"

"No, I'm just curious."

I saw a movement by the gate from St. Mary's road, there was a footpath that was often used to get through to St. Peter's Avenue and the offices and shops beyond. I saw a woman, she looked like she was in her late twenties, dressed for business...no, not monkey business...she looked like a secretary or supervisor..."Elle, look at that, look who's following that woman into the cemetery!"

Elle said, "It looks like Mr Blackmore but the hair is all wrong!"

"I'm sure that it's Mr Blackmore wearing a wig."

We took a direct line across the graves rather than the path, when we got within twenty feet of the woman and the man following her he looked in our direction and diverted off towards Sapphire Close, even though there was no exit from the cemetery in that direction. We followed the man, thirty feet from the backs of the houses on Sapphire Close there was a screen of trees that blocked the man from sight so we lost him. As we passed through the line of trees he was gone. We continued along the same line that we'd been tracking him and found a fault in what looked like a solid screen of Blackthorn and May Blossom bushes, there was just one branch closing off a gap in the green wall that was easily lifted out of the way.

We slipped into the back garden of one of the houses in Sapphire Close where we found Mr Blackmore, the wig was missing and he just stood there in the garden, "What are you girls doing here?"

I thought on my feet and quickly said, "Oh hi Mr Blackmore, we were chasing a dog that slipped its leash, the elderly lady couldn't chase after it, we thought it might have come through that hole in the hedge."

"Well, I've been here for twenty minutes and I didn't see any dog."

"Do you live here sir?"

"Of course I do...why else do you think I'd be in the garden weeding the flower beds?"

We didn't believe him obviously but what could we say, we were apparently on his land with absolutely no proof that he'd ever done anything wrong.

"Well, you've obviously lost that dog now, can I offer you girls a drink of something?"

I looked at Elle and she looked back at me, she looked like she was about to shake her head, I looked back at Mr Blackmore, "Thanks sir, that would be nice."

We walked down the garden to his house, he opened the back door and took his shoes off, "Can I ask you girls to rake your shoes off please, they're very muddy."

He directed us through into his living room while he fixed us our drink. Cola and ice in a tall glass, he brought them in on a tray, he poured a little vodka into his own glass and then looked at us before he put the bottle down on his coffee table next to our drinks, "Excuse me for a moment girls."

He left the living room, he went into his downstairs toilet, I picked the bottle of Vodka up, Elle said, "Dawn, what the hell are you doing?"

"He can't offer us alcohol because he's our teacher but he didn't put the top on the bottle, it's obvious that he's offering us a little vodka in our drink!"

I put vodka in both of our glasses and then started to look around the room, there were pictures on the wall of women, young women on holiday wearing bikinis, a framed photograph was face down on a sideboard, I lifted it, it was our teacher totally naked, I turned it to Elle to look at, she grinned and raised her eyebrows twice. The toilet flushed so I quickly put the photograph back on the sideboard but it wasn't in exactly the same place.

I sat on the sofa next to Elle and he sat opposite us on a foot stool, he picked up his glass and it had the coaster stuck to the bottom of the glass, he knocked the coaster onto the floor at his side, he leaned over to pick the coaster up and as he did he looked towards my legs, my knees were slightly apart, he smiled and I realised that he wasn't grinning because he'd seen my knickers because I'd left my knickers in my satchel and that was on his kitchen floor. I quickly closed my legs but it was too late, he'd seen what he was interested in.

He popped the coaster back on the coffee table and shook the grin off of his face, "So, what lessons do you girls have this afternoon?"

I looked at Elle just as she looked at me, I turned back to face him and said, "Single English straight after lunch and then double Sports for the rest of the afternoon."

"Well, they won't set the English test during a single period and there is no test for sports, that mark is on continuous assessment over the term...so, you don't have any real reason to head back to school this afternoon!"

I looked back in his direction and said, "Are you suggesting that we play hooky for the afternoon sir?"

"Now Dawn, you know that as a teacher...even a part time teacher, I couldn't possibly suggest anything like that to a student."

"Why are you only teaching part time now sir?"

"Well, you year nine students are the last to be offered three separate science lessons, years eight, seven, six and five are already doing general science instead of chemistry, physics and Biology and as I've already put in twenty six years teaching service, I decided to be one of the teachers to accept redundancy, after you move on, they'll only need six science teachers instead of nine."

"Anyway, we can't play hooky from school, we would need letters from our parents tomorrow."

"I could alter the register in the morning, mark you as arriving late!"

Now that was an offer, he could easily turn our zero into an 'L' on the register and no one would ask any questions. I took a sip of my vodka and coke, I'd made it a little strong and it burnt my throat as it went down. I coughed and spluttered but it wasn't just the strength of my drink, it was Mr Blackmore's question to Elle.

"Elle, can I ask you a personal question..." She nodded her head as she sipped at her own cocktail, "...Why didn't you report it to anyone when you were raped in year five?"

Elle looked over at me and blushed, "How did...what makes you think that I was raped in year five sir?"

"Well, I've seen pictures of you back then, pictures that were taken just before the man grabbed you."

"How could you have pictures like that?"

"There's quite a club in the area for men who like to rape women and girls, men who like to do the raping as well as men who like to watch and organise things. You were followed for a week before you were raped, you were filmed at dance class, on your way to school and on your way back home again, if I remember correctly, you were raped on a Thursday afternoon when you should have been at sports class in lower school but you used to dodge sports and walk home."

Elle gasped at that information, "How did you know?"

I was just across the road when it happened, you were lucky that Brian had been picked to screw you, he was very soft and gentle with you, it was very disappointing for those if us who were watching him. So, why didn't you tell anyone?"

"I didn't want my parents to know that I'd been skipping school...and...well, he didn't really hurt me or frighten me so I wasn't worried about it!"

He laughed at that, "I'll say that you weren't worried about it, you skipped school every Thursday afternoon until the end of your time at that school and every week you hung around at the park where you'd been raped, it looked to me like you were hoping for it to happen again."

"I wouldn't have minded if it had happened again!"

So, if you liked it so much, how many times have you had sex since then?"

Elle took another big sip of her vodka and coke before answering his question, "Probably thirty times!"

"With men or..."

"I can only get boys of our age...or a little older...interested in having sex with me...Dawn has an interest in being raped!"

He laughed, "It doesn't work that way, if a girl of Dawn's age wants it, it's just called sex, the girl's parents would have to make a big stink to even get the police interested in the case and even if they managed to get the case past the Director for Public Prosecutions office, if the girl stood up in court and told the judge that she wanted the man to screw her it would usually get thrown out. Anyway, from what I heard earlier today, Dawn's sexually active with a gypsy who lives in the lay-by outside her village in an old transit van."

I almost choked again, "I'm still a virgin, the...erm...gypsy won't go all the way with me until I'm sixteen!"

Elle chirped up, "Dawn thinks that the only way she's ever going to lose her virginity is if a man rapes her...or a boy I guess!"

"Well, I'd volunteer but I'm afraid that you girls wouldn't be able to keep it a secret!"

Elle grinned at me, "Oh come on sir, we won't tell anyone sir...will we Dawn?"

Mr Blackmore smile at Elle's enthusiasm, then he looked at me, "Well, if you really want to be raped, all you have to do is walk in the woods at the edge of your village after dark one night...or, perhaps, tonight!"

I'd often walked that wood after dark without any problems so I doubted that tonight would be any different.

"So girls...if you're not going back to school today, how about a game of cards?"

Elle said, "What game sir...strip poker?"

H smiled, "Well, I wouldn't mind if you don't Elle!"

We settled down to playing strip poker, the one with the losing hand would have to remove one item of clothing and I was already at a disadvantage as I wasn't wearing any knickers. I lost the first hand and took one sock off...aparently, socks come in pairs and get taken off that way in strip poker, socks, stockings, gloves and shoes, they all count as one item of clothing each in strip poker.

Elle lost the next hand but instead of taking her socks off, she took her blouse off. He lost the third hand and he took his shirt off, his chest was tanned and hairless, he had very well defined muscles, all over. Elle lost the next hand and dropped her skirt to the floor.

I was starting to get the hang of the game but thought I'd got it all wrong when I spotted Elle discarding two aces for two new cards and ended up with a nothing hand...she was deliberately losing the game. She pulled her bra off and sat there in just her knickers and socks. Elle lost the next hand as well and took her socks off. I lost a hand and pulled my blouse off and then he lost his second hand, he dropped his trousers. It made me raise my eyebrows when I saw his massive upper body muscles and micro slim waist and tight underpants.

I lost again and pulled my bra off and then Elle lost again and shimmied out of her knickers.

Elle giggled and said, "Is that it, have I lost the game...is it all over?"

"Not quite, we play another hand, it's called the payoff hand, if you lose again, the winner gets to use you as a sex toy...one minute for every point between the winning and losing hand!"

"So...if Dawn wins and I lose...Dawn has to have sex with me while you watch?"

He smiled and nodded his head.

Elle thought for a moment and looking him straight in the eye she said, "What if I win the hand and you lose?"

"Then I take another item of clothing off and we play another hand."

What if we all end up totally naked?"

He said, "We play one last hand and the winner gets the loser as a sex toy."

Elle lost again and he won by sixty points over Elle, "Well, that means that you really have lost and I get you for an hour. Are you shy Elle?"

"No, why?"

"I was just wondering if you wanted me to take you somewhere private for the next hour!"

Elle looked over at me and grinned, "I don't mind my best friend watching me!"

She was dragged to the floor and smashed into the carpet. He was very rough with her, it wasn't making love, that's for sure, he was hard and violent with her and he really did give her a rough time for the whole hour that he had to play with her.

After the fuck, Elle could hardly walk, it took an age for us to walk to her house, as she walked into her kitchen she grinned at me and said, "Fuck, that was fantastic!"

"Elle...I was really worried about you, I thought he'd really hurt you, I thought that we'd be heading for A&E rather than getting you home!"

I had to run the rest of the way to school to catch the school bus home. I joined the bus queue sand then started to play through what Mr Blackmore had done to Elle, I could easily see him as a violent rapist, even though in Elle's case, she wanted him to fuck her.

I stood half way down the queue for the bus, as it pulled into the bus stop, I could hear all the muttering from the rest of the queue, that morning on the way into school all the whispered conversations were about me screwing with a band of gypsy's in their encampment...now the whispers were all about me having no knickers on in class and about me wanking two boys off in class right in front of everybody. The alpha male of bus number six was Gavin, he was never at the head of the queue but he always stepped onto the bus first. Gavin walked up behind me and grabbed my elbow in passing, "Come with me Drippy Dawn...I want something from you!"

I was dragged reluctantly to the back of the bus and pushed into the corner by the emergency exit. I sat watching the rest of the bus fill up with a bright red face. Gavin's cohort of friends surrounded us and Gavin pulled my hand down to his crotch.

"Show me what you did to Whitfield and Cooper this morning!"

There were at least ten sets of eyes on me as I closed my fingers around his erection through his trousers, "Not through my trousers...show me exactly what you did to them!"

Gavin wasn't quite as dumb as Mark and Jason but he still scored high on the Neanderthal scale so I doubted that he'd appreciate my telling him that I didn't actually open Mark and Jason's trousers, they did that for themselves. I tried to pull his zipper down on his fly but it is almost impossible to unzip a boy's school trousers with one hand, the material was too soft and flimsy, it would probably work on jeans or canvas trousers though.

I needed to use both hands as Gavin was determined not to help me. I dropped my school bag on the floor and reached over, I used my left hand to pull his waistband up but I was in the wrong place, I was sitting next to Gavin and reaching over, I needed to be in front of him. I rolled off the seat and knelt in front of him. I popped the button in his waistband, then I pulled his zipper down and pealed the front of his trousers open. I pulled the front of his 'Y-fronts' down and hooked the waistband under his balls.

I used my right hand to grip his cock and rub him up and down.

"We're crossing the railway bridge, the bus is stopping at Railway cottages!"

The voice came from behind me, one of Gavin's entourage, one of the faceless thugs that always backed him up but no one really knew but his warning was useful. Railway cottages were just outside the three mile limit as measured from the front door of the school. Kids from the railway cottages side of the railway got a free bus ride into school, kids who lived on the other side of the tracks had to walk to school or pay for a bus themselves. It was also the half way point in my bus ride home. Gavin lived two stops past mine but as we were already half way home and I'd only just got my hands on Gavin's meat I needed to be quick about it.

I was rubbing with one hand and slapping hands away from the back of my skirt with the other, Gavin's friends were trying to expose my naked arse and I was trying hard to stop them.

Each time the bus stopped to drop off students, the faceless voice behind me called out what stop it was. I needed to get Gavin off quickly but we were two thirds of the way home and Gavin was only just starting to clench his muscles, lifting his bum up off the seat to fuck up into my hand.

"Come on Drippy, we don't have very long!"

I started to rub faster, he lost patience with me and reached out, he wrapped his hand in my hair and he pulled my head down towards his lap. Fortunately I was no stranger to giving oral sex thanks to Ed and thanks to all of Ed's training, I was very good at getting Gavin off with the combination of my mouth and my hand but even then, he didn't shoot at goal until the bus had already stopped at my village stop to let the fourteen other students off.

I was still swallowing spunk as I ran down the bus, the driver was already pulling away from the stop as I shouted that I needed to get off.

"I should take you to the next stop by rights, you shouldn't have been fucking about at the back of the bus, you should have been paying attention to what you were doing."

Fortunately he stopped just before he pulled out into the flow of traffic and opened the front door.

I walked through the wood to my house, I remembered Mr Blackmore saying that if I wanted to be raped that I should walk in these woods after dark. A shiver ran through my body at the thought of rape in my little wood, I wondered if anyone had ever been raped in the woods before but in the scrapbook of local rapes I'd found in Mr Blackmore's store room hadn't mentioned any rapes being reported here but then, when Elle was raped, she didn't report it, she didn't tell anyone but me about it.

I ran in home, the first thing my mother said was, "Can I see your homework book please Dawn?"

I handed it over.

"There's nothing in it, that's unusual for a Monday!"

"Were doing pop tests for next years school, the Standard Admissions Tests, so no normal classes this week, probably next week either."

"I went past the lay-by, Edward's gone!"

"Yes, he didn't tell me where he lives or how to contact him...I'm hoping that he'll pop back later. I was planning on popping out to see if he's there after dinner."

"It'll be dark by then."

"I know, I often walk in the woods to the lay-by after dark."

Dinner conversation was lively, both of my parents felt it was unfair to use pop quizzes for something as important as SAT's but I stood up for the school's reasoning, we're all on the same footing, they'll be testing what we know, rather than what rich family's tutors can help the few students who can afford extra help for short term knowledge.

I helped to wash up and then I went out to the lay-by just after dark.

I was half way to the lay-by when a voice in the darkness said, "Hello Dawn, nice to see you out so late!"

I didn't recognise the voice, I'd half expected it to be my chemistry teacher in the dark but it definitely wasn't him. I suddenly got cold feet and turned and ran back towards home. In the darkness I ran into the chest of another man, he wrapped his arms around my chest and gave me a bear hug, lifting me off the ground and walking me back to the clearing where the first man had spoken to me. There was at least two other men in the woods, I could hear them shuffling around as they positioned themselves to get a better view.

The man who had spoken to me in the first place undressed while I was held. I didn't cry out or anything, didn't try to wriggle free, didn't kick out at the man holding me. I'd put myself into that position so was resigned to my fate.

I was dragged to the floor and fucked in the mud. I couldn't see what was actually going on but it seemed that the men could see us, see what was being done to me. The man fucking me was as violent with me as Mr Blackmore had been when he was fucking Elle in his house.

I was more frightened than anything else but I was crying and had started fighting the man off of me. The more I fought, the more pleasure the man fucking me seemed to get from the fuck and the more pleasure the men watching were getting from it. As I felt the spunk flowing into my cunt I thought that it was at least all over but I was wrong, the watchers had become so excited by what they had been watching that they all wanted a go at me.

The second man to fuck me bumped his head against mine, he was wearing some kind of helmet with goggles fixed to it, as he bumped heads with me his eyes suddenly flashed out green in the darkness, he was wearing some kind of night vision aid.

The rape...if it was technically a rape as I'd actually walked to the meeting voluntarily...lasted for two and a half hours. I was fortunate that I could get all the way home without anyone seeing me, my clothes were all torn and muddy, I was caked in mud apart from between my legs where four men's worth of semen was running freely, washing my inner thighs clean. I sneaked back into home, hid my clothes and jumped into the shower to erase all memories of my evening.

Mum came into the bathroom just as I was stepping out of the shower and wrapping myself in a towel.

"Was Ed at the lay-by?"

"No, just a bunch of guys from the village hanging out so I hung with them!"

"Well, get to bed as quickly as you can, you'll need to be wide awake in the morning in case you have another test!"

I climbed into bed, it had been harrowing in the end but at least I had finally lost my virginity, now I had to plan my next move...first thing in the morning I'd be hitting the school nurse for the morning after pill.

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