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NOTE: The following story was fabricated in the mind of the author; it never happened, and if there are any similarities to your own life or others that you know, I'm terribly sorry for you, but it wasn't about you. Rape and Coerced Sex is Evil. People with exceptional sadistic minds should be employed to select the final mortal agonies of rapists. This story comes right up to the line; if you don't like reading stories depicting N/C sex, spare yourself and read no further.
- Egress

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All of my life, at least all that I can remember, I've had trouble with them. I'd cross the street rather than have to talk to Renee or Sharon. What was it that made her run away from them? I'm an eighth grader, for goodness sakes, I'd say to myself. Then, unbidden, a memory from fourth grade flashes through my mind.

I'm walking home from school and Sharon is there. She was sitting on the stone bridge, listening to the water as it went by. I want to fit in, so I sat down next to her, looking down at the little stream.
"What do you think YOU'RE doing? This is my spot," she yells at me. Stunned, I just look at her as she gets up. She looks mad, although I have no idea why she would be so. I finally stand up just as she stands close in front of me. "What's up with you. Don't you know when I want to be alone? Get out of here!" The words sting. I only wanted to be nice to her. I don't really know her, save from seeing her down the block from my house.

The next thing I know I'm being shoved backwards. Trying not to fall, I stumble backwards. Someone catches me, roughly throwing me back towards Sharon. My hands reach forwards, trying to catch hold of her and not fall. Her hands grab my blouse by the shoulders, but my momentum is too much and my arms reach forwards, grasping at her shirt.

Her eyes are wide with shock. I don't know why as she looks down, and I follow her eyes. In the struggle to stop myself, my hands had come to rest holding onto her, gripping her shirt to her chest. I didn't realize it, but there were my hands, holding tight to her undeveloped boobs.

The world exploded as she slapped my face, hard. "You Bitch!" she screamed, "You Lesbo Bitch! Who the fuck do you think you are?!?" I barely heard the words through the flurry of slaps and fists. A punch to my head from behind dropped me to my knees, and a kick to my stomach laid me out on the ground. I clearly remember the texture of the cold black-top against my cheek as they kicked and slapped me. As I lay there, looking up at my tormentors, I could see the other girl was Sharon's friend Renee.

I remember the slaps stopping, the kicks loosing their force as the girls got bored with beating me up. At last, Renee grabbed my hair and brought me to my knees. Sharon looked me in the eyes. "You'd better not tell who did this, or you'll really be in a load of pain, you lessie bitch." If there was worse, I couldn't picture it. To add insult to injury, she spat in my face before Renee threw me down.

Nothing was broken, but I had to think up a story to tell my mom. I ended up keeping the secret, but it was a painful one; I'd gotten bruises and scratches all over, and it took me weeks to heal.

Since then I'd avoided the two of them any way I could. Even when my younger brother was with me I wouldn't go where they were. Today I could see them sitting in someone's driveway. Sharon was in a checked button down shirt that was tied instead of buttoned closed, and a short skirt. Renee was in sweats; nice sweats, but still just sweats. They were sharing a bottle back and forth between them. I couldn't believe it; they were DRINKING? My parents didn't even drink much, so the thought of two eighth graders doing so was ludicris to me.

Renee stood up from the low half-wall that lined the property and I saw the white rod between her fingers. Drinking and smoking?? Who did they think they were? Didn't they know that was a stupid way to kill yourself? I had been about to cross the street to avoid them, but I had to tell them about their ignorance; how they'd kill themselves, acting like that.

I steeled myself and walked up to them.

"What do you two think you are doing? Don't you know how bad that is for you?"

"Well lookie here! It's the backstreet bitch," said Renee, taking another drag from her cigarette.

"How 'ya doin, sweetheart?" Sharon stressed the last word, turning a nice phrase into a nasty insult. "You best get goin', Renee's in a bad mood."

"Yea, kiddie. Unless you're lookin for a spankin, you'd better hit the road."
I turned to look at Renee. "I'm no kid. Look at you with your cigarette dangling from your lips. I'm more mature than you are, you stupid toad. At least I don't have to drink to feel grown up."
Lightning fast, her hand smacked into my face. It stung as I looked up into her eyes. "You've been a good little girl since we whooped you back a few years ago. Go run to mommie before we run you down."
"Fine. The world will be a better place without a slime like you in it. I'd never hang out with loosers like you anyway." I began to turn away, my bookbag bouncing over my shoulder, skirt spinning in the air.
"Stuck up bitch," called out Renee. "I think you need some more 'learning." She grabbed my blouse and I spun around towards her. I fell over the low wall and the world spun as I landed on my back on the lawn, looking up at the two of them.
Renee's hands held my blouse tight around me, her knuckles pressing into my chest. The grass was cool on my back, the stone wall cold and hard under my legs. I looked about for someone to call to, but there was no one to be seen. She sat down hard on my stomach and the air blew out of my lungs. The next thing I knew her feet were on my arms, pinning me down. "Nice," she said. "Just like a go cart."
"Poor, little darling," said Sharon, kneeling by my head. "Did you faw down go boom?" Panting for breath I couldn't answer. She looked down at me, "I know how to make you feel better. Here." She poured some of the alcahol into my mouth. I spat it out quickly, the mess dribbled down my cheeks.
"Open your mouth!"
I shook my head.
"I said open it. Now!"
I looked up at her, than at Renee. There was nothing I could do. I opened my mouth.
"You ever try this stuff?" asked Sharon, holding the bottle up to me.
"No. I..." Her look stopped my reply.
"Well, we can fix that." She shoved the bottle into my mouth. The glass hit my lip and pressed into my teeth. I could feel the liquid splash my lips, running down my chin and onto my blouse.
"Hey! You spilled some. That's no way to treat good alcahol," said Renee.
Sharon, standing so high above me, just looked down, thinking. She grabbed my shirt and pulled lightly. "Come," she said. I don't know why I followed her. I should have run, but I hung my head, meekly following her to the back yard.
The half-wall of stone ran around the house, enclosing the small back yard, which continued up a steep, tree covered hill. She sat me down on a wood chair next to the wall and pushed the bottle in my hands. "Drink it."
I didn't want to, but one look at Renee and I knew I had no choice. I put the bottle to my lips and slowly lifted it. I took a sip; my first drink of alcahol. The liquor was harsh and too sweet, and I coughed when I breathed in the fumes, nearly spilling some.
"More," Sharon said.
I pleaded with my eyes, afraid to speak, but when Renee raised a hand to hit me I quickly took a drink. I tried to put it down, but Renee had grasped the bottom of the bottle and lifted, and I found myself taking gulp after gulp of the horrible liquid. I could only think that it was a lucky thing that Mom wouldn't be home 'till late tonight, or she'd smell the stuff on my breath.
After a moment, the bottle came away as Renee pulled it from me, splashing my white blouse again with the stuff. At least I could breathe again, I thought, until I tried and fell into a fit of coughing. I tried to get up, but coughing so hard I couldn't manage, and found myself slumped back against the chair.
"Ha," said Renee. "Can't handle her liquor. What a baby. So why's a baby like you wearing a bra? You havn't earned one!"
That hurt. I looked down at my breasts. I was small chested, but not that bad. Ok, so I'm a B-cup, and the two of them were both larger than I am. I'm still not a surf-board. The cold alcahol had made my blouse transparent, and you could see the lace from my bra as clearly as if I wasn't wearing anything. "I've got breasts. They may not be pendulus udders like you have, but it's the shape that gets the guys." I was proud of the way that one hit them. Mom used the "Pendulus Udders" remark about the playboy girls, and often said the other one to me when I thought no boy would want me.
Then I saw Sharon. She was mad, and it scared me. In a quiet voice, she said, "Take it off."
I looked at her. "No," I said, sounding quiet and afraid, even to me.
"Off."
Her soft word scared me. I looked up at her, then away.
"off." Almost a whisper.
I reached back and un-snapped it, shakily trying to do the "Take it off without taking off the shirt" trick. My wet shirt wouldn't let it slip past, and I only got stuck in a funny position, the bottom edge of my breasts peeking down below the slightly raised cups.
"ALL THE WAY!" roared Renee. I jumped, pulling the shirt over my head, the bra coming with it.
I sat there a moment, stunned. My shirt had fallen a few feet away, the bra tangled in it. I looked at the pile of cloth, then over at Renee. A wave of dizziness swept over me, then sensation.
Sharon had grasped my nipples, which had been stainding out thanks to the evaporating liquor. She didn't hold them too tightly, just firmly. When I started to reach up to knock her hands away, she tighened on them and I gasped in pain.
"Hands down." The quiet voice. My hands dropped into my lap.
"This is all you have to show?" she asked, lifting upwards one at a time, kind of like my breasts were a slinky. I giggled a little, my head feeling muzzy from the alcahol. She dropped them and I looked down as they bounced a little. I couldn't help staring at the nipples; they tingled, and were sticking out harder than usual. I looked up. Sharon had undone the knot holding her shirt together and had pulled her right cup over her breast. "This is a tit. Look at it." I had to follow her command. Slowly her nipple began to crinkle as I stared. She leaned down closer to me, and I saw it swing towards my face. She unhooked her bra (it fastened in the front) and leaned over me.
They were huge. Probably D cups, maybe more. The next thing I knew she was wacking me on my cheeks with her boobs. I reached up to stop her, but she took my hands in hers and rubbed her boobs against my face, saying, "This is what a man wants. You want them too, hmm? It isn't the first time you've grabbed them."
For a moment my brain stopped working. Her breasts were so soft as they stroked my face. I could feel one hard nipple rubbing my cheek, then reverse direction and one would appear on the other cheek. For half an instant I felt my head automatically turn in towards it. I froze, wondering about the strange desire to touch it with my lips, but at that moment she pulled back. "Get up," she said.
I had to use my hands to stand; the world was tipping around me. She grabbed my shoulders and pulled me forwards. "Do you like the girls, baby? Do you want to suck my tits?"
"No. I don't want..."
"Yes you do," said Renee. "I know you want us. Look at your nipples. The're sticking way out. And the way you looked at her tits. You liked it when she rubbed them in your face. You're a lessie."
"No!" I turned to her. "I don't want this. You..."
"You lying bitch." She was getting loud now. "Tell me you want us, NOW!"
"No!" I cried, then screamed as she grabbed my nipples, twisting cruelly.
She let go and I fell to my knees, tears streaming from my eyes as I held my poor breasts. After a moment, legs appeared in front of me, and I looked up. Sharon looked down at me. I started away from her as she reached for my head, but she paused, then petted my hair. I looked up at her, puzzled, as my breath came in racking sobbs.
"You do like it," she said calmly. "You DO want something."
I couldn't move. She stroked my head again. "Unbutton my skirt."
I looked up at her, her face serious. Not angry... yet, but deadly serious. I didn't want to. I looked around, but the only one in sight was an angry Renee. "Look, you've already done stuff to me. Let me go. I won't tell."
"No, you won't." She was quiet again. "Well?"
I couldn't help it. I opened her skirt and the cloth fell to her feet. She had on some brown silky looking panties, which were right in line with my face.
"Take a whiff. I want you to know what a real woman smells like."
I looked up at her, shame and fear in my face, but she remained impassive. I leaned forwards and inhaled. There was a sharp smell coming from her panties. It had a slight acrid edge, but also a sweet undertone, like balsambic vinegar. As I sat back on my heels, I felt arms around me, trapping my hands to my sides as Renee's hands grabbed my boobs. I looked up at Sharon, then gasped as Renee's hands began manipulating my breasts, lifting them in circles, pinching the nipples lightly between her thumbs and palms.
Something must be mis-firing in my brain. This isn't fun! I can feel my stomach tingling, that sweet sensation I get when I'm at home, touching myself, dreaming of one boy or another as he touches me. She pinches both and lifts my breasts and catch myself holding my breath, eyes closed. She releases and I look again, seeing Sharon dropping her panties, then sitting on the wall, knees spread.
"Come here and sniff me again."
Renee pulls my nipples forwards and I fall onto my hands and knees. Leaning forwards a little I take a breath. Renee is now on my back in something of a wrestling position, her hands on my breasts, her body paralell to mine with her knees landing on the back of my calves. My calves hurt from the pressure of her weight and I move them to the sides as she slips in between them.
Sharon's hands knot into my hair, pulling me forwards so that my nose is milimeters from her fuzzy blonde slit. Her scent fills my world as I kneel there. I wonder what she's done to me, what she wants from me. I know I should run. I should grab my shirt and get out as fast as I can, before this gets out of control.
Renee is sliding backwards, her stomach pressing on my butt as she lets go of my breasts. I shake my head when I think that I miss her hands on my boobs. How could I? What happened? But then I hear Sharon's voice again.
"Lick me."
I stop. Not just from moving, but my mind freezes. I don't want this. I shouldn't do it. I can't. I...
"Lick me."
No. I'm not gay. I don't want to...
Renee pushes off of me, and is now kneeling between my legs. She pushes me forwards as Sharon pulls, and I find my lips mashed into her cunt. Her labia are slightly parted because her legs are so open, and as I am forced forwards the moist inside leaves a sticky goo on my lips and nose. I pull back, smelling her scent as it sticks beneath my nose, and look up at her, begging with my eyes for her to stop. I open my mouth to ask, but a string of her moisture spans my lips, and as I breathe in I automatically clear it with my tongue. Stunned by the taste of a woman on MY mouth, I can't get myself to say anything. My mouth opens in revoltion and she pulls me back in, this time holding my nose and mouth to her cunt, the wet slit surrounding my nose and mouth, giving me no place to breathe.
My body begins to tremble in fear. "Lick me," she says. In fear of my life, I extend my tongue. She lets me pull back enough that my nose is free, but her hands keep my lips and tongue employed. I dare not stop licking, though my tongue is beginning to hurt from wiggling in her privates.
As I realize that I'm not going to die, I also notice that Renee has her hands under my skirt.
"She's wet," she says, and it's true. Was it the fear that made my body betray me? I don't know why the liquid has begun to leak from between my legs, but it has. My panties are damp in the front, and I want to reach back and get Renee's hands away from there, but I can't move them or I'll fall. The cool air hits the back of my legs as she lifts the skirt onto my back.
Oh No! Renee's pulling down my panties. I feel her fingers as they hook under the panties and pull downwards. The only sounds I can make are squeels into Sharon's pussy as she bares my most private place.
Sharon moans as I lick her clit, and more lubrication flows down my chin. I moan as fingers dance on my vagina. Then one splits the lips and slides into my wet hole. I've never had anything in there before, other than a tampon, and it hurts as it stretches me open.
"Just as I told you. She's a lesbian geek. See how turned on she is?" I grunt as Renee pulls her finger out of my vagina, wiping my goo all over my back.
"What do we do with a lesbian geek?" I hear her giggle as Sharon begins to moan. There's the sound of my bookbag being flipped about. "How about we see how she writes with her other muscles?
I hear the click as my pen is opened, then I shudder as I feel the slim instrument pressed up into me. Oh. Smooth paper is pressing against my butt and legs. "C'mon girl. Write us a story."
When I don't move enough for Renee, she reaches around and tickles my clit, making me hunch, smearing the pen across the paper. Now both Sharon and I are moaning. Then she stops and I moan in frustration into Sharon's clit. Her legs are beginning to quiver, and her grip has tightened on my head, but Renee, oblivious to it all, keeps talking.
"Not bad. For a dumb bunny. But a bunny needs a tail... Perfect!" I know exactly what she grabbed, even though I can't see anything but Sharon's pussy in front of my face, and when I look up, her shaking body, and her face with eyes shut tight, but I know what she's got.
Renee has my pom-pom pencil. My favorite for class, it's about half gone. I idly wonder if she'll take the pen from my vagina first. It's sliding out on its own; I guess I must be really wet down there.
NO!
NOT THERE!
The tip of the pencil pushes easily past my anus, then slowly glides inwards. I clench my butt tightly to stop the invader, but I can't stop it. I feel the rough wood as it slides into me, first at the entrance, then pressing into my sphincter. Though I clench tightly, Renee only needs to give the thin wooden probe a little pressure and it slips inwards and continues unimpeded, to where all I feel is the fullness of something giving an unexpected pressure. I feel the fuzz of the pom-pom touch my butt and I know she has it in me all of the way. I hear her giggle at the site of it as the pen, unnoticed, slips from me into the grass.
Sharon jerks me into her crotch again and I realize I've stopped pleasuring her. I resume, flicking my tongue as fast as I can as I feel Renee get out from behind me. Looking up, I see that she has taken a seat next to Sharon and is pulling at the blonde's nipples, stretching her breasts upwards as she leans over to kiss her.
This seems enough to throw her over the edge, and she presses herself into my mouth as sweet liquid floods from her vagina and runs down my chin. One, two, three times she shudders up into me, her hands tight fists in my hair as she pulls my face into her clit. With a long, final groan, she lets me go.
Gasping for breath, I fall back, my ass high in the air, my face in the grass at her feet. The grass whispers as Sharon kneels down next to me, stroking my back, ending up at the pom-pom sticking out of my butt. She pulls it out and I moan at the sensation. My whole body is sensative; I could count the blades of grass under my hard nipples, each stone in the dirt under my knees. She pulls at the zipper on my skirt and I feel it fall away. A tug at my panties and they slide to my knees. A small prod and I lift my knees; they slide to my shins, then to my feet. Her fingers tickle across my soles gently as she removes the sandals and takes the panties away too.
I lie there naked, completely in her power. Calm again, I look over at her beautiful face, her breasts barely hidden beneath the open shirt. She's got the pencil in her fingers, holding it just below the pom-pom. She is so beautiful, I think to myself, then wish I hadn't. She just raped me. How can I desire her. Why do I want her so much? To take me again, make me her lover?
Her hand strokes my back, turning the curve of my butt and I shudder with delight at the touch. Her fingers slide to the crack of my butt, then fingers slide up my moist crevice and tease my clit. I jump up to my knees at the sensation, and as I look forwards I see a bushy brunette's crotch waving by my face.
"But..."
"My turn, little Bunny!" Renee's face is cruel as she holds my face to her slick cunt. I close my eyes in shame as my tongue snakes out again to lick her. Her flavor is not as sweet as Sharon's, I think. Then a hand grabs my hair and pulls.
"Look at me while you're licking. I want to look into your eyes the whole time you're eating me." I look up at her, my neck hurting from the position. I reach forwards and hold onto her legs, curling my back and the position is a bit less uncomfortable.
I realize I must be a sight; my ass is sticking way up with my back curved like this. Then I jump as Sharon presses the pencil back into my ass. Ohhhh... My eyes close as I feel myself being filled again. I couldn't even try to slow it down this time; it slid right in. The pom-pom is tickling my ass, and Sharon is tickling my vagina.
Renee grabs my hair again and I re-open my eyes. I hold myself in place, licking, sticking my tongue into her. Somewhere in my soul I feel myself cracking, my sense of self-reliance and self-worth shrivelling. How have I become the toy of these two women? I look up into Renee's eyes and feel my heart, my soul drain out of me.
I was looking into those cruel brown eyes when Sharon thrusts her finger into my vagina. Does Renee know what happened? Her finger feels huge. I hug Renee's legs tightly as the finger dives deeper and deeper into me. My muscles automatically clamp down on the finger, and I nearly scream as she thrusts it in and out of me.
I keep licking, watching Renee without seeing, my attention fully upon my insides. I feel the strong finger wiggling around, then sliding out and flicking my hypersensitive clit.
What?!? Voices? I try to get up, but Renee's hands hold my head in place, her bare feet rising up to land on my back.
"What's goin' down, Sis?" says a deep male voice.
Noooooooooooo. That's Pete, her brother. Three years older than any of us, he's a Junior at school, a hunk, and now he can see me completely nude with my face burried in another girl's cunt.
"This is my new girl. She's a bit unexpected, but a nice acquisition. We're calling her bunny. What do you think?"
"Nice tail. Nice ass too. In the mood to share?"
Renee pulls my hair again and I resume licking, scared of where this is going. I try to listen, but Renee closes her legs on my head and I can't hear anything anymore. I concentrate on licking, hoping to finish her off quickly. She begins to shudder and her eyes close, then open again, looking into mine before moving to my ass.
Renee's legs begin to vibrate against my cheeks as she closes in on an orgasm. Someone, hopefully Sharon, is behind me again. Fingers tease my vagina and I moan into Renee's cunt. Her feet push down on my bare back as she begins to buck into my face, her hands pulling my hair, forcing my sucking lips around her hard clitoris. Her feet push harder on my back, arching it further, and something big presses at my vaginal opening. I try to yell, but Renee's grip keeps my lips firmly in her pussy.
Uhhh. A shallow thrust. Someone's pushing a log between my legs! I try to straighten up, to move out of the way, but reducing the arch pushes me back at him.
Ohhhhhhhh. I feel the taper of the head of a penis enter me. I try to move to the side, but hands hold my hips, and I can't move.
Nuuhhh. Renee bucks into my head as she comes, pushing me back against my assailant. Another thrust and I feel his hips on the back of my legs, his stomach pushing at the pom-pom, driving the pencil into me.
Back he pulls, then into me again. I am sooo full. His penis feels like it will come out of my mouth, it's so long. I bet you can see it pushing at my belly-button from inside. And it's so thick! I've never had one before, but this feels like a soda-can between my legs. If I hadn't been teased for the past hour, I'd bet I'd have been ripped clean open.
Renee finally comes down from the high and lets me pull my head from her crotch. She slides down the edge of the wall and lands in front of me, pulling my face to her naked breast. I try to tell whoever is fucking me to stop, but the words barely begin before she slips a nipple in my mouth, holding my head with one hand and hugs my chest to her belly with the other.
I try to call out. I try to fight, but she looks down into my eyes and smiles that cruel smile. Helplessly I suck on her nipple, my sense of self seeping away. The dick slides into me, tickling points unknown inside of me. Each stab shifts the pencil in my sensitive anus. Each thrust and his balls slap into my down-turned clit. My nipples are little rocks rubbing with each thrust into Renee's soft inner thighs. Her hand leaves the back of my head and curls around my side, coming between my thighs, then stroking upwards at the limits of her reach.
I hear my lover groan behind me. "I'm close," he says.
Then I realize what is happening. He's about to cum. He's going to cum in my unprotected pussy.
I freeze as a chill runs through me. I'm unprotected. A virgin doesn't need to be on the pill! And I could get pregnant.
Slap... slap... slap... his balls, full of potent sperm tickle my clit. That long penis will put the little wiggling things right at my cervix.
Ungh! I mumble into the nipple that fills my mouth. Don't cum! Don't cum! Or pull out! Spray on my back! I feel you! Your penis is stretching me, filling me so full! It is throbbing there, deep in my belly, ready to fill me with your seed, to make me pregnant!
Her heels wrap around my legs, pulling me tightly into her, forcing my back into an even deeper arch. His next thrust is therefore deeper then before. I feel the head pulse next to my cervix. His hand shakes as he holds my hips tight to him before pulling almost out, then thrusting in to me, holding me deeply.
Nohuhuh. The first shot is so strong that I distinctly feel it travel down his penis and smack into my cervix. This can't be happening. Ungh. Another pulse. I reach up to feel his balls, so heavy and full of cum. Beneath them is Renee's hand, suddenly coming to life, rubbing tight circles around my clit.
GaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH! I feel the orgasm curl my toes. With the second contraction an inhuman strength throws my arms down, pushing me up and back, and Pete finds himself sitting back on his heels as my vagina pounds down into his dick. He grabs my breasts, holding me upright as he shoots yet another load of sperm deep into my belly. My muscles tighten on his penis, and simultaneously on the pencil in my ass. I'm clutching at him so hard that his cum can't slip from my overfull pussy out around him. Renee reaches forwards, rubbing my clit to prolong my orgasm. I can picture my muscles, milking Pete's cock of every drop of the potent syrup, the contractions pulling his seed high into my firtile womb. I can almost picture the egg, surrounded by millions of hungry sperm.
As a little devil danced on my shoulder, I feel something inside me break. Who am I? Why am I here? What am I to do?
Sharon appears before my eyes, and I grasp a hold of her, my balance upon Pete's dick is precarious. My hips are hunching as Renee still tickles my now hypersensitive clit. "Welcome to my arms, my little plaything. You are mine. All mine." I feel my shredded will re-form to her. She loves me. She'll care for me. I want her, and I show it as I lean forwards and kiss her long and hard on the lips.