## Archive-name: school_days

From: darkside@Hades.net

Subject: School Days by Dark Side (M+/F+,bdsm,nc)

Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories

School Days by Dark Side

Chapter 1: Bus ride

I woke that morning in a foul mood. I hated my life. I hated the way my hair never did anything that I wanted. Most of all, though, I hated my mother for divorcing daddy and dragging me out west to the tiny town in the middle of nowhere that she grew up in. Never in my seventeen years had I seen anyone treated as unfairly as I. My senior year of school, and I had no friends in this God forsaken place. The nearest neighbor was over a mile away, and they didn’t even have any kids.
Anyway, I grouchily ate some cereal and tromped off to meet the bus. A real yellow school bus, I had always walked to my school in the city. Here, though, we lived a good half hour from the school. When it came, I steeled myself and climbed up.
All conversation stopped as I walked down the aisle. Everybody was examining the new girl. I had tried to dress up today in a matching denim skirt and jacket with a white blouse. As usual, the boy’s eyes rarely made it above my chest, but my face, framed with my dark hair, is okay, too.
The only seat that I could find on the whole bus was all the way in the back. I thought that it was unusual that people were two and three to a seat up front, but the last two rows of the bus were empty. I asked a girl if there was something wrong with the seats, but she said no without even looking at me. I sat in the last row, thinking about how long this last year would feel.
There was one stop after mine. As we slowed to a halt in front of an old and uncared for house, a group of five boys fought to get in a line behind the largest, a boy bigger than most men. As they noisily got on, I had a sinking feeling that I knew why these seats were open. They made their way down the aisle. When the first one noticed me, his eyes widened a little and he started to move a little faster. The ones behind him, however, were doing their best to imitate the mentality of a motorcycle gang, cussing and shouting as they walked, banging into any body parts that weren’t hidden safely behind a seat. I looked frantically for another seat, but there were none.
The ones behind the leader quickly fell silent as they spotted me. the first one plopped down beside me and the others filed into the seats in front and on the side of mine. "What you doing in our seat bitch? You see any other stupid whores sitting here?"
In shock, I stammered out that there weren’t any other seats. The big one looked at me for a second before putting a beefy hand on my thigh at the hem of my skirt. "Okay, slut. You pay the toll and we let you ride." The hand on my leg was squeezing painfully. "I don’t have any money on me. I’ll pay you tomorrow, Okay?" "Sure, bitch, money tomorrow, but tits and ass today." As he spoke, the hand moved higher and higher, taking the skirt with it. The other boys turned to watch their leader in action. My hand flashed down to stop his, but a knife suddenly appeared in the hand of one of the others. "Don’t worry, we won’t cut you here, the driver might have to notice that. We’ll wait until you and your mother are home together. Then we’ll come over to your place. Think your mother will like to party with us?" I forced my hand down to the seat beside me. As he started to move his hand again, I looked around. No one would look back here, the driver didn’t even check his mirror. The invading hand was on my upper thigh now. "Open up your shirt, slut, I can’t do everything. Unless you’d rather we cut it off." With visions of knives sticking out of my mother and myself, I raised my shaking hands and began to unbutton my blouse. I couldn’t believe that on a crowded bus, I could be attacked like this. I jumped as his fingers made contact with my panty covered crotch. He began rubbing and squeezing the sensitive flesh between my legs. By now, I had finished with my blouse. A boy leaned over the seat back and pulled the halves of material apart. My breasts, encased in their 36c cups were the center of attention. The leader took the knife from the other boy and brought it to my chest. Trembling, I held my breath as the tip slid over the pale skin and insinuated itself under the strap holding the cups together. Tears streamed down my face as the blade snapped the cloth. The one leaning back reached out and pulled the bra cups from my breasts, running his rough fingers across them. As he began lightly pinching my nipples, I felt my skirt being lifted. Looking down, past the strange and unwelcome hands mauling my breasts, I saw the leader slip the knife blade under the side of my panties and cut. Doing the same to the other side, he pulled from me the only protection that I had left between them and my most intimate place. He gave the knife to another boy sitting in the in front of me, who promptly started to remove the remains of my bra. The hands were all over me now. They squeezed and pinched my breasts and nipples. They rubbed my face and stomach. Worst of all, though, was feeling the massive fingers of the giant beside me, prodding the lips guarding my virgin vagina. One of his hands shoved my legs further apart, exposing everything to their gaze. His fingers moved back to the entrance to my body. "Please don’t do this. I won’t tell anyone, not my mother, not the police. You’ve had your fu..." I didn’t even see the hand that slammed into my face. My head rocked to the side, hitting the window, leaving me dazed and in shock. "I’ll do what I want, whore. You think no one else knows what we’re doing? They all do. They just don’t want it happening to them or their sisters or their mothers. So you just sit back and enjoy yourself, I know I will." I sat quietly as the fingers made their way again to my crotch. I could feel the rough skin of his hand scraping between the dark haired lips of my sex. Other hands still played with my body, but all eyes were on the hand between my legs. A single digit forced its way into me, wriggling around in my tight orifice. I had to let out a small shout as the finger pushed against my virginity. The boys surrounding me giggled in response. "Damn, the bitch is a virgin. Think we can help her with this, guys?" Fortunately, the bus was now pulling up to the school. If it hadn’t, I swear that they would have raped me right there. The big one yanked his finger out of my dry hole. When he held it up, I could see that it was coated with a sheen of blood. "Lick it, bitch." As he shoved it in my mouth. His finger explored my mouth as he spoke to me. "Okay, tomorrow you get on the bus and leave our money on this seat. You can sit anywhere you want. The price is 100 dollars for each day that you use our space. If you don’t have the money, you have to sit here again. Got it?" I was in a daze from the events of the last twenty minutes. I could only nod silently as the bus came to a stop and the hands invading my body were removed. "And fix yourself up. Do you want everyone in school to know what a whore you are?" I looked down at myself. My blouse was still open, exposing my now sore breasts. The denim skirt was resting on my stomach, and the dark brown curls between my legs were still spread enough that that the lips were visible. Quickly, and still in a fog, I got myself back together as best I could, acutely aware of my lack of underwear. We were the last to get off, and as we walked, me sandwiched between the boys, the big one behind me fondled my behind. "Oh, by the way, slut, if you have to sit with us tomorrow, don’t bother with the bra and panties. We’ll just cut them off again."

Chapter 2: Curriculum

I somehow made it to the office to get my class schedule and, after crying for what seemed like forever in the bathroom, got to my first class. I had gym first, and could hear the other girls whisper as they noticed that I wasn’t wearing anything under my clothes. In class, the teacher, Mr. Jenkins, immediately noticed, too. Pulling me aside, he told me that not wearing underwear was dangerous in gym. His eyes never left my chest. As a lesson, he made me spend the period running laps. By the time that it was time to get cleaned up, my gym shirt was soaked and sticking to me. Mr. Jenkins made me run until all the other girls were almost done in the showers. Alone in the locker room, I angrily tore my clothes off and turned to get in the shower. Standing there in the space between the lockers, was Mr. Jenkins and the other gym teacher, Mr. Ross. My hands leapt to cover my body as I gasped in shock. "You know, Rachel, a young woman as endowed and as attractive as you are should know better than to come to school half naked. Don’t you understand the effect that a body like yours has on the male populous of the school? Jim here and I have been talking and we don’t think that you should be let loose on an unsuspecting student body. It wouldn’t be fair to you or the other students. So we’ve decided that for today, you will remain in our private office. I will write a note excusing you from your other classes and you’ll still learn a valuable lesson today." They just stood there, watching me as his words sank in. "Please turn around so that I can get dressed, then I’ll tell you why I don’t have any underwear." I was ready to tell the whole story. I couldn’t bear to have my teachers thinking that I was a slut. I waited for them to turn around. Instead, Mr. Jenkins stepped forward and grabbed my clothes from the bench beside me and grasped my upper arm. "You won’t need the clothes today, Rachel. We need to teach you not to expose yourself like this in the future." As he shoved my naked body in front of him down the hall to the door to their office, I could hear the students starting into the locker room for the next class. I was amazed to see that the office of the two male gym teachers was situated right in the wall separating the boys and girls locker rooms. In my old school, the male teachers never came near the girls rooms. Mr. Jenkins opened the door and pushed me inside. "Go stand next to the desk with your hands at your sides, and don’t move." Embarrassed by my nudity in front of the two men, I walked to the desk and stood beside it, my hands still covering my chest and crotch. There was a whistling sound and suddenly I jerked forward. A pain shot up from my behind and I let out a short scream. Mr. Ross appeared beside me with a long belt in his hand. "We aren’t used to having to repeat ourselves, put your hands down." My hands flew to my sides, forgetting about my nudity as sobs of pain wracked my body. Then he stepped behind the desk and sat down not 2 feet away from me, his face level with my flat stomach. "Mr. Jenkins has to get to his next class. So you and I will have a chance to get to know each other. You are to stand there unless I tell you different. Move without permission and you’ll see how the corporal punishment laws work around here. Do you understand?" My head was still swimming from the pain of the belt, but I had the presence of mind to nod and say "Yes sir". "Good, maybe you can be taught. Now since you are so interested by your body, perhaps we should start with a tour. I want you to show me the parts of your sexual organs and tell me all about them. Remember, I’m the health teacher , too. Make certain that you get it right." My face burning with embarrassment, I pointed to my left breast. "This is my breast, it is for feeding babies." As I was starting on the next sentence, Mr. Ross’s hand flew out and slapped my thigh. I gasped at the pain. "No, Rachel. I said that I wanted to hear about your sexual organs, not your reproductive. What makes your breasts sexual?" I stood there blank faced. "What do you do with them during sex?" "I don’t know. I’m a virgin. I.. I guess that the man touches them." Tears filled my eyes as I frantically searched for the correct answer.

"Rachel, the answer is that breasts are to make the sex act more pleasurable for your lover. They may or may not make you feel good, depending on your frame of mind and your lovers skill. But, they always feel good to your partners." As he spoke, he reached up and stroked my breasts with his hands. I wanted to pull away, but I knew that I would get whipped again, so I stood there and grit my teeth. He fully explored my breasts, stroking, lifting, and squeezing the sensitive mounds. "See, if you wanted this, it would feel good to you. This, on the other hand, wouldn’t." He suddenly gripped my nipples with his fingers and twisted. I screeched as my knees gave out from the agony. He didn’t let up on the pressure for what seemed like an eternity. "Now do you get it? I enjoyed that just as much, if not more, than only touching them. You, however, didn’t. Now, get up and continue." I struggled to my feet. My normally soft, pink nipples were now hard and an angry red color. I pointed to my crotch. "This is my vagina, when I have se.." "I can’t see what your talking about. Try putting your foot up on the desk." I hesitated, knowing that there was no way that he would let this go without touching me there. I couldn’t believe that in less than half a day, I would have been abused by more men than I ever thought would touch me in my whole life. I broke out of my reverie when Mr. Ross reached for one of my nipples. My foot flew up on the desktop. I tried again. "This is my vag..." "I still can’t see. Spread it for me." Somehow, there was still some untouched part of my dignity, for I could feel a blush spread from my face to my chest. "Please don’t make me do that, I’m begging you." He appeared to think about it, then he reached out and began to rummage through my pubic hair, purposely yanking on the curls. "Ouch, no no, I will do it. Let me do it please." Swallowing my embarrassment, I reached down and spread the lips apart. "This is my vagina, it is for..." I knew instinctively what he wanted to hear, but I stumbled over the words. "for, making... I mean giving my... my lovers pleasure." My face was burning again as he slipped a finger along the dry slit between my thighs, making certain to rub my clit. "Not bad for an obvious beginner, but you forgot a few things. What about your mouth or your ass, even your hands. You have a lot to learn, fortunately for you, we’re good teachers. Now, get on your knees." Fearing the alternative, I slipped down beside the desk. He pulled his chair from under the desk and turned toward me. As he did, I noticed that one of his hands was wrapped around his, now exposed, penis. It was huge, sticking up toward his chest. "Do you think that you can figure out what to do with your mouth and hands? Because if you can’t, I would be willing to bet that Mr. Jenkins’ class would be happy to give you some lessons." Frantically, I grabbed his penis and began to kiss it. "Please don’t do that, I’ll learn. I’ll make you happy." After allowing me to kiss and stroke his penis in total ignorance of what to do for a few minutes, Mr. Ross grabbed my face between his hands and shoved the head of his organ into my mouth. I gagged. He smelled and tasted of sweat and a drop of gooey sperm smeared over my tongue. The bitter taste made me gag. Grabbing one of my hands, Mr. Ross slipped it in the opening of his pants. I cupped his hairy balls. The hands holding my head shoved it up and down at an ever faster rate, until suddenly he stiffened and pulled my mouth off of his organ. Ropes of thick white sperm shot out of the tip and splattered against my face. I was sobbing hysterically as he stood and pulled me to my feet. "Now you look like a woman who knows about sex. You stand there with your hands at your side. I have to get some work done." With that, he strode out of the office. The hot sperm on my face was cooling quickly as I looked around the room for the first time. The walls were covered with pictures of obviously happy sports teams featuring both of the coaches surrounded and being congratulated and carried of the fields of play. Trophies stocked the shelf space. Then my eyes paused on a curtained window on the far wall. The cloth gapped in the center and I could see into the room beyond. The girls locker room. Naked young bodies filled the view. God, the men could just sit in here and watch every girl in the school undress and shower. The window seemed to correspond to a mirror on the wall as many of the girls in various stages of dress would walk up to peer at their faces or fix their hair. How long I stood there with my teacher’s juice dried on my face I couldn’t say, but finally the door opened and Mr. Jenkins stepped in. "I see Mr. Ross let you have some fun. Well, I’m not as nice as he is. If you are here for discipline, with me, that’s what you get." My heart flew into my throat. "I’m sorry, I wasn’t trying to show off my body, you don’t know what I’ve been through today. Please, let me go. I’ll never give you any more problems." The crust on my face flaked off as I spoke. At least it did until the tears pouring down made it a gooey mess again. Mr. Jenkins just grabbed my arm and led me to a couch along the wall. I hesitated for a second, knowing that I was about to be raped right here. "That’s ten more young lady. Keep resisting and it will be a lot more." Ten more? Ten more what? Still in shock from everything that had happened before, my brain just wouldn’t work. I stopped wondering when he pulled me over his lap on the couch. My parents never spanked me, but the position is obvious enough. Before I could think of something to say, a loud smack filled the room followed by a scream. Mine. I couldn’t believe how much it hurt. His hand just kept descending and the pain didn’t lessen. Through a haze of pain, I could sometimes hear him counting...12...24...33. Sometime during the ordeal he had paused long enough to open his pants because he suddenly stopped and I could feel his hot sperm shoot up my thighs and then drip back over the brown fir between my legs where he had placed his rock hard penis. The rest of the day I stood, naked and silent, by the desk. Either Mr. Ross and Mr. Jenkins was usually in the chair in front of me. Most of the time, they did paper work, but once or twice Mr. Ross "took a break" and spent several minutes playing with my breasts and between my legs. He also made me suck him again. I was beyond humiliation with these men. When he wanted to touch me, I just kept my eyes forward and pretended to be somewhere else. Finally, Mr. Jenkins threw my clothes at me and told me to get dressed and get out to my bus. He stopped me at the door on my way out. "I hope that you learned a lesson today, Rachel. This school isn’t good to young women that get a reputation for being easy or a tease. Just keep your nose clean and this will never have to happen again." I raced to the bus and slid into a seat nearer to the front. Memories from the day played in my head like a movie. I watched as an attractive young brunette was fondled and abused in the back of a school bus. Then she lived through an entire day of humiliation and pain. By the time that I came back to reality, the bus was moving and another girl was sitting next to me, watching the tears slide down my face. "Don’t worry, once they get tired of you, things aren’t so bad." She sounded as if she thought that it was just a difficult class or something. The boys from the morning passed by on their way to their seats, snickering and shooting comments at me, but I was too lost in the misery to bother listening. Besides, tomorrow morning I would give them the money I had saved from my birthday and they wouldn’t be able to take advantage of me again. At home, I ran for the book safe that I keep my savings in. I would be able to just slide by using the last of my money. Then this nightmare would end. I could try to put this whole day in the back of my mind. After all, they didn’t rape me. Just some touches, some looking. The teachers would leave me alone now that they punished me. The boys would let me be because I paid them... A scream jumped from my mouth of its own volition. There was no money in my safe, just a note from my mother.

Honey,
I needed the money to get through the week, sorry. I’ll pay you back next Friday. Love, Mom

I just collapsed on my bed and cried.

Chapter 3: Homework

The next morning was misery. The spanking had left my behind as one huge bruise. Even the spray from the shower hurt it, and sitting without a groan of pain was impossible. I convinced my mother to allow me to stay at home, telling her that I had started to feel badly yesterday. I lay in bed for a long time after she went to work, tying to figure a way out of my predicament.
My peace was shattered at about 9:30 when there was a knock at the door. Looking out, I could see an unfamiliar pickup out front. Opening the door just a crack, I immediately tried to slam it shut, but to no avail. Pushing against the door were the boys from the bus. They slammed the door open as if it weighed nothing at all, throwing me across the room and to the floor.
The five boys crowded through the doorway and walked over to surround me. The big one grabbed my arms and pulled me to my feet. "We were worried that you might forget to come to school today and pay us our money. Jimmy here even thought that you were avoiding us. You wouldn’t do that, would you?"
"No...no, I...I’m sick today. I’m just going to stay home today and bring your money in tomorrow, okay?" I was trembling as the huge boy held my shoulders. I was trying to think of some other thing to say to get away from them when the back of the big shirt that I wear to bed was pulled up.
"Goddamn, guys. Look at her ass. She’s not sick, her ass just hurts." I tried to pull away but couldn’t as all the boys took a good long look at my bare buttocks. The leader let go of my shoulders, but before I could do anything, I felt his strong hands grip my sore bottom and pull me against him.
"How about a little kiss, bitch? I mean a good, tongue in my mouth, want to fuck my brains out, kiss." The hands started to tighten and the pain was immediately more than I could bear. I grabbed his ugly face and pulled it to mine. Shoving my lips to his, I could taste old cigarettes and food on his breath. When I paused to push down the nausea, his fingers again started to dig into my damaged skin. My tongue leapt into his mouth, moving aimlessly inside. Then his tongue pushed its way into my mouth and started to explore. I almost threw up right there, but somehow held it back. He kept me at it a long time, until finally, he pinched my behind with fingers from both hands. Hard. I was still screaming as he stepped back.
"That was good. Now just give us the money and we’ll be on our way." I was delirious from the pain. "I don’t have it today, but I’ll get it by tomorrow, I promise. Just let me be today. Please go away."
"Sorry, bitch. You don’t have the money now, we’ll just have to stay and keep you company." He shoved me away from him. "Now, I think that it’s time that we saw what you got under the shirt. After all, from the looks of things, we’re gonna be pretty close by the end of today, heh bitch? Come on, strip!" His voice was mean and I knew that there was no way that I would get out of this right now. Anyway, I thought, after yesterday, I should be used to people looking at me. But, I knew that this time would be worse. They didn’t have time to rape me on the bus yesterday and for some reason the teachers hadn’t as part of my "lesson". With my mother working all day and no one else around to stop them, there was no way that they would let me keep my virginity.
With five boys watching me, my hands slipped up to the button at the collar and began to work their way down the front. My chest and then the tops of my breasts came into view. I stopped when I got to the bottom, holding my only protection over my sore body. "Come on whore, we want to see our new toys."
Tears spilled down my cheeks as I opened the shirt and let it slide to the floor. I closed my eyes, but couldn’t shut out the comments as they examined the flesh in front of them. "Damn, she’s fine." "Look at how bruised her ass is." "Those tits are just asking for a squeeze." Hands gripped my arm and turned me around again and again. I could feel the weight of their stares. Fingers ran over my exposed skin. At first I jumped when the touches found my privates, cupping my breasts and playing with the tangle of curls between my legs. Then I just stood there and let the inevitable happen.
A sharp pain on my sore behind brought my eyes open. "Don’t go to sleep on us, bitch. Tell you what, since you’re so bored, I’ll give you something to do. Get down on your knees and ask us to let you suck our cocks." I was stunned. Even in my private nightmares of what they would do to me, I never imagined this. I had never even touched a man’s penis before yesterday, and now I was being forced to beg for five of them!
A foot caught the back of my knee and I fell to the hardwood floor. Bulging crotches surrounded me. "Please don’t do this. I can’t do it to all of you, please, I can’t take this." My words and tears only seemed to excite them. An open hand crashed against my cheek. Then again. "Beg, whore!"
"Please le...let me s...suck you all." Just saying it made me feel totally defeated. In my own house these guys could make me do anything they wanted. I reached out and unzipped the first pair of pants I found. Inside, my fingers wrapped around a long, thin penis and pulled it into the open. The dark red head seemed ready to explode when my pursed lips touched it. I tried to take it slow so that I wouldn’t be hurt, but the boy grabbed my ears and jerked my face into his sweaty crotch.
My eyes bulged as the huge organ slid through my mouth and hit on the back of my throat. I couldn’t breath and I knew that he didn’t really care if I lived through this ordeal or not. In a desperate effort to get him to cum sooner, I whipped my tongue over the hot surface and cupped his testicles in one of my hands. In moments, he was holding the back of my head as his thick sperm shot into my throat. I didn’t have to taste that first load, but the ones that followed coated my tongue and lips. I stayed on the floor until the last one, the leader, spayed his juices all over my face.
Once he had cum, the others, who had been looking through the house, called us upstairs. They had found my bedroom and were busily going through my drawers. Soon a huge pile of my bras, panties, and nightgowns covered my floor. "These are trash. In fact, Bobby, you run these things down to the fireplace and get rid of them." As the leader spoke, his arms were wrapped around mine and his hands were squeezing my breasts. "We both know that there’s no way you’re gonna get that money tomorrow, is there?" My eyes tightly shut, I shook my head, admitting that, short of endangering both my mother and myself, there was nothing that I could do stop them. The hands gripped my tender flesh harder as I was led across the room. The leader laid down on my bed. "Okay, time to start working, slut. Take off my clothes." As if in a dream, I stepped forward and reached down to his pants. Soon, he was naked in front of me. "Get up here on me." I did and he pulled me down so that I was covering his naked flesh with my own. His hands slid over the smooth skin on my back and then found the globes of my damaged behind. He squeezed them hard as he whispered in my ear. "Now you get to fuck me. I want you to sit up and put me inside all by yourself. I want you to keep thanking me for letting you fuck me while you do it. When you’re doing that, I’m gonna play with my new toys. Get goin, fuck meat." Sobbing, I pushed myself upright. I could feel the hard warmth of his manhood against my slit, throbbing to get in. I raised up on my knees and reached down to position him at my virgin entrance. "Are you forgetting something?" My face burned with humiliation. "Thank you for l...letting me..." I couldn’t say it, I couldn’t thank this boy for raping me. I found my voice, though, when he reached up and pinched my nipples. Slowly, as his hands explored every inch of my abused body, I lowered myself onto his thick pole. The head was barely in when a sharp pain in my vagina stopped me. "Don’t stop there, bitch." His voice was tight with restrained lust. To make certain that I followed directions, he started to pinch my already bruised nipples. For a few moments, the pain growing stronger and stronger in my chest, I paused. Then I took a deep breath and jerked my hips down. I screeched as pain from my breasts and vagina merged into one. I looked down and saw that my hips were resting against his. I had done it. I was surprised when the pain quickly subsided. "Now, start moving, NOW!" I could tell that he was close already. The pain that I had thought was gone came back with a vengeance as I began to move up and down. Repeating my coerced appreciation over and over. It felt as if I were scraping the inside of my body with sandpaper. I couldn’t help but scream. As I did, he squeezed my sore breasts and shoved his huge penis even further into me. I was beyond being able to scream, beyond tears. I could only pump there above him with my sex on fire. It seemed to go on forever, although in reality he only pumped into me a couple of times before spraying his cum way up my torn hole. When he stopped moving, so did I. Exhausted, I collapsed on my attacker. He stroked my hair and back as he whispered in my ear again, taking a moment to chew on the lobe. "Not bad for a beginner. But, before the day is over you’ll be the best in town, maybe the whole state. Now, get your lazy ass off me and get back to work, my brothers look like they’re gettin tired of waiting for their turn." Even as his limp penis slid out of me, the next biggest was grabbing me off the bed. Suddenly I was on my hands and knees on the floor. One of the boys was shoving his long, thin member into my bloody hole. A shape moved in front of my feverish eyes, another boy was pushing into my mouth. I barely noticed. What little consciousness I had left was fighting the agony between my legs. I didn’t even notice when one finished and another took his place. Over and over again. The time with them became a blur. I floated in and out of awareness. I can’t say how many times they took me that day, but every time that I came back to reality, my poor body looked worse. Sometimes they would get bored and try different things to amuse themselves. Once they led me downstairs to the kitchen. I was pushed to my hands and knees. I felt someone enter me from behind, but they didn’t stop. The cock just kept pushing into my beaten body. Suddenly a flash of horrible pain told me that they had reached the end of my vagina! Finding the energy someplace, I looked back to see who it was that was so huge. I almost fainted when I saw the handle of the broom sticking out of me. One of the younger boys, Burt, was holding onto the other end. Suddenly he jerked it upwards. The pain forced my face to the floor. Then he started to push. The others made jokes as he shoved me, face down, across the tiles. Then Roy, still naked as were they all, grabbed his cock and began to pee. Soon Burt had my face pushing through the puddle. Whenever I tried to lift my head, the broom would be lifted higher. Another time, they made me stand on the end of my mother’s bed and masturbate with the iron post. I was balanced there with several inches of post scraping my insides out. If I had fallen, I would probably have punctured something and bled to death. Sometime later, I found myself lying on my back in my bedroom. I was on my bed and alone. For a second, I had an idea that it was all just a nightmare. But that vanished when I sat up. Bruises covered the pale skin between my neck and knees. They were the worst around my chest and crotch. My nipples, normally a light pink, were an angry red and purple. As I moved, pain shot from everywhere. When I was finally standing beside my bed, I glanced down and was shocked by the puddle left on my sheet. It was pinkish and I knew that it was a mixture of sperm and my own blood. Somehow, I threw on a bathrobe and struggled down the stairs. It was late, and my mother would be home soon. They were here, raping and abusing me, for an entire day! As quickly as I could, I took a shower, ignoring the pain as much as possible, changed my sheets, and got back into bed. Sobbing from the agony in my body and for the loss of my virginity. It was then that I saw the note on my night table.

Slut,

Thanks for the good time. We better see you in the back of the bus tomorrow, or we’ll come looking again and next time, we’ll wait around for mommy to get home. Wear a dress, cause we’ll want something easy to get into to get our day goin.

When she got home, mother found me in bed, with the covers up to my neck. She said that if I still felt this bad tomorrow, I could stay home again. But I told her I was sure that I would be okay after a good night’s sleep.

Chapter 4: Important Lessons

The next morning, Wednesday, the alarm sounded at six. Any possibility that this were all a bad dream dissolved as I reached for the clock. Pain overpowered my senses, forcing a shout from my throat. Pushing the covers aside, I saw that my body was a mass of black and blue bruises. The only part of me that didn’t attest to the ordeal that I suffered yesterday was my face. My breasts were swollen and warm to the touch and the lips of my abused vagina were an angry red and chaffed. Behind me, my ass had turned an ugly shade of yellow from the beating two days ago.
I somehow survived a short shower, the water finding numerous patches of raw skin. Looking through my small assortment of dresses, I realized that everything that I owned would only show off the fact that I had no underwear. Passing over sun dresses and other revealing styles, I finally settled on one that buttoned all the way down the front, stopping just above the knee. I carefully crept down the stairs, every step pure agony. I held my books in front of my chest to keep my mother from noticing the bounce of my braless breasts. She, however, was distracted and in her own world, not at all her normal self. After some small talk and telling me that she would be late tonight, she left for work. I choked down some dry cereal and wasted as much time as I could before going to the bus stop. I could feel the anger building in my chest as I was forced to parade down the aisle, past all the kids that had refused to help me before. The boys stared covertly at my bouncing breasts, but the girls looked away. Just as the first time, the only seat open was in the back, not that I could have sat anyplace else anyway. The next stop seemed to take no time at all to get to and my tormentors got on. They crowded around me just as the first time, though now they touched me with familiarity. Fingers caressed my face and flowed over my body. I had to wince when they probed the bruised flesh of my breasts and thighs. I tried to stare ahead and pretend that the hands were running over someone else, that the hungry eyes were looking at a stranger, but His voice cut through the facade. "You know what, bitch? I ain’t slept that good in a long time. You just wore me out yesterday. N’fact, after the job you did, I’m gonna let you get off easy today. All you gotta do is open up that little dress so’s we can get a look at you while you jerk us off." My fingers flew automatically to the top button and began to work their way down. When I finished, my hands fell to the seat beside me. Strong hands pulled the cloth to either side and exposed my battered body to their eyes. "Damn, girl. Looks like you had a good ol’ time. You started thinkin about our next party yet, or are you still dreamin about the last one?" Familiar fingers made their way over my body as I heard the sound of zippers being opened. Suddenly I was on the floor between the seats. Roy, the leader, had shoved me down and scooted over so that Bobby could sit down next to him. Both had their hard dicks sticking out of their pants. Roy spoke up. "Change of plans, whore, you jerk ol’ Bobby off while you blow me. Now git to work." I had no choice, so I stayed on my knees with my dress hanging open and took care of the two hard dicks in front of me. Roy was holding back, forcing me to work at getting him to cum in my, still sore, mouth. Bobby came within a couple of minutes, coating my hand with a layer of slime. He was replaced by one off the others, I didn’t even notice who. Roy somehow waited until we got to the school to splash his load down my throat. I had finished all but one of the others by that time. The one left over was Burt. On the way out of the bus, as I quickly buttoned my dress, he walked behind me. Whispering in my ear. "That was a big mistake, not taking care of me, bitch. I’m gonna make you suffer for that. You just wait, you’re gonna pay." I was afraid to even imagine what he would do to me. I didn’t have P.E. that day, my first class being music. Next was social studies. I was a little late because I had to stop in the bathroom. Normally it wouldn’t have been a problem, but I was so sore between my legs that I couldn’t even wipe after the stinging stream of urine made its way over my chapped flesh. Slipping into class, I found an empty seat in the back. The seats were arranged two to a table. When I entered, all eyes were focused on a film about the revolutionary war. The teacher looked up and gave me a dirty look, but didn’t say anything. At the table that I sat, the other seat was occupied. I didn’t even look at my table mate, trying instead to concentrate on the movie. Then a hand touched my thigh and I looked up at its owner. Jimmy stared back at me with an evil grin on his ugly face. Silently, he moved his seat against mine. In the cover of the dark room, I could only imagine what he would force me to do. I found out when he pulled me out of my chair, yanking my dress up in the back at the same time. Leading me onto his lap, I felt his hard cock pressing against the sore, dry opening to my vagina. He pulled me back so that I was resting my back against his chest. "You know what to do, and you better do it quietly." I reached down, grasping the hard weapon between his legs and pointed it into my hole. I tried to go slowly, but Jimmy grabbed my shoulders and forced me down on him. My head swam with the pain. How I got through that without a sound, let alone screaming, I don’t know. For several minutes, I had to pretend to watch the show, while he held my hips and forced me to ride him. The pain was terrible, lancing through me with every motion. Finally it was done. He tensed and then shoved his himself in me as far as he could. The pain lessened as he shot his juices, and then he pushed me away. I smoothed my dress over my hips and sat back in my seat. The rest of the time, Jimmy pretty much ignored me. I made it through two more classes and then had lunch. I had two more after lunch, one with Jimmy, but he didn’t sit next to me in that one. He satisfied himself just making faces and gestures to me. On the bus ride home the boys sat around me, but surprisingly left me alone. Only Roy, sitting next to me in the back seat, even touched me, running his big hands over the curves of my dress. The bus pulled to a stop at their house with only them and I on board. As they stood, Roy’s hand grasped my elbow and pulled me up, too. I tried to pull away, but his grip was like iron, dragging me along behind him. the driver didn’t even look up as I was pulled past him.

Chapter 5: Extracurricular Activities

Their house was huge and although it appeared run down on the outside, it was nice and modern on the inside. Roy pulled me into the house and literally threw me into a room off the main hall, shutting the door behind me. at first, I thought that I was alone. Then I noticed that there was a man sitting in a chair at a desk across the room. From his size and looks, I knew that this must be their father. He stood up and walked over to me, towering above my slight frame. His voice was deep and rumbling. "So, you’re Janet’s kid." "You know my mother?" "Of course, I know all my employees. Which pretty much covers the whole town. Right now she’s working in the other room. Would you like to see her?" My senses were reeling. Did he know about his boys and what they had done to me? Would he side with them, maybe even fire my mother in order to keep me quiet? Or maybe he wasn’t like them, maybe he would help me! As stray thoughts and prayers bounced around in my head, I felt his hand fall on the back of my neck, steering me toward one side of the room. Then we were standing facing a tapestry, he pulled it aside. Looking through what was apparently one way glass, I felt faint. Without his hand to steady me, I would have fallen right there. The room beyond was a sound stage. Cameras and operators, microphones and technicians worked around the set. On it was a woman, naked and bleeding from marks all over her body, being raped by three men. My mother. Her red, curly hair, dark with sweat, was in the grip of a man who was shoving his huge manhood into her mouth. A man below her was raping her vaginally while squeezing drops of blood from whip stripes running over her nipples. The third man was raping her ass, holding her hips to get the best penetration. As I watched, the man in her mouth came, pulling out to spray his load on her face. When he walked away, I could see that she was saying something over and over again. Even with no sound, I could tell what it was, no more, no more. The man with me shut the curtain as another ‘actor’ stepped up to her face. "As you can see, things got a little out of hand today. We started on her yesterday, threatening your safety if she didn’t do as we said. We got a lot of film then, her fucking over a dozen men, playing with herself, etc. Then today, I decided to film some S&M shots. About halfway through she bit one of the cocks she was sucking. He went wild on her before we could stop him, even got some of the crew with the whip before we got a clear shot. Then, though, the damage was done. We couldn’t let her go after this, so we just kept filming. Of course, she can’t go home again. Which brings me to you. Obviously, you can’t stay at home alone and the boys tell me that they already started to break you in, so... here you are. Welcome home." As he spoke his hands moved down the front of my dress, unbuttoning as they went. When he finished speaking, he pushed the fabric off my shoulders, letting it fall to the floor. He explored my body, squeezing my bruised breasts, running his thick fingers through the curls between my legs. Then he gently pushed me to my knees in front of him.

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