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School Girl (mmf fff nc bd teen)
bt Wiley04 (an678423@anon.penet.fi)
14 Aug 1996 


Warning.  This is a long story about the rape and debasement of a 
young woman who goes off to an all girls prep school.  The plot is
basic but there is a lot of detailed sex with some bondage.

Author's note:

Just your basic schoolgirl gets raped and abused story.

Enjoy,

Wiley04

	Karen frowned as she opened the door to her room at the end of 
the day.  She  had been at The Covenant Boarding School for Young Women 
two weeks now and was terribly homesick.  She hated it!  Why did her 
parents have to get divorced?  And then to pack her off to this School 
while they fought over their possessions was no fair.  She missed her old 
house, with its stables out back and its open meadows stretching for miles.  
She thought longingly of how she used to saddle up Countess, her mare, and 
ride for hours, the wind pulling her long auburn hair out behind her, her 
trim thighs clenching and unclenching to the natural rhythm of the 
horse.  Sometimes she would bring a basket of food, maybe some bread and 
cheese with a little wine snuck out from the wine cellar, and lay out 
among the grass, eating and sipping the wine, and imagining the clouds 
above her were imaginary lovers come to take her away to imaginary lands 
of beauty and fullfillment.
	She even missed her old high school, Bokker, pronounced Boker, 
High.  She hadn't liked it too much, but managed to get mostly B's with a 
couple of A's her freshman year; and her Sophmore year was shaping up to 
be a great one before her parents had decided to destroy everything.  She 
had been assigned the same classes as her best friend Sandy, and she had 
just begun to become interested in a "guy," as Sandy would say.  She had 
even made the second to last cut on the cheerleading squad.  She hadn't 
expected to make it, of course, since she was only a sophmore, but it was 
fun, and she loved the exercise.
	But now she was _here_, she thought as she dropped her bag on her 
desk and flopped down on her bed, her plaid, checkered skirt flying up to 
reveal trim, well-muscled thighs, just losing their tan and becoming once 
more their natural creamy ivory.  Her auburn hair, now, away from the 
sun, a darker brown, fell in a halo about her face, framing it.  A year 
ago her face might have been called boyish, but it had been softened by 
her maturation:  her small, squarish chin had given away to a rounder, 
almost dainty one, perfectly accenting her full, dull pink lips;  a 
small, sharp nose filled out, and revealing some old asian blood, did not 
turn up, instead remaining faintly southern European in look.  Large 
brown eyes, which also revealed a hint of Asian blood, sat above high 
cheekbones and pale, full cheeks, completing the picture.
	Everything, she had to admit, wasn't so bad here.  It was a great 
school, with fully 80% of the girls going on to an ivy league school.  And 
the accomidations were great.  She shared a nice large room, larger than 
her room at home, with Su Lee Chen, who, because she too had joined the 
school midsemester, had quickly become her best friend there.  The other 
girls at the school were not friendly at all, but she thought it must be 
because they were new.  She had seen a definate heirarchy among her 
fellow schoolmates, with the senior and juniors bullying the freshman and 
sophmores.  Neither she nor Su Lee had been bothered yet though, and 
Karen hoped they would just be left alone.
	She thought again of Su Lee, and was glad she had at least some 
company.  Not this weekend, of course, since Su Lee had been picked up 
earlier in the day by her parents, but she would be back Sunday night.  
Su Lee, she reflected, was a small, attractive young woman, four inches 
shorter than her own 5'6".  Karen envied her hair, long, straight, black 
hair hanging down to her thighs, which she kept in a french braid most of 
the time.  Her face was not completely Chinese--Su Lee claimed her 
grandfather on her mother's side was white--and it showed, lightening 
what would have been a dark olive complexion to a mellower color.  Her 
eyes also revealed the caucasian blood, being large and lidded.  Her 
body, though, was typically asian, slim with small breasts (she wore a 
size A bra, Karen thought, remembering when she had accidently thought it 
was one of her own.  She herself had just switched to size B) and a firm 
if flat behind.  She was not as athletic as Karen, but her body showed 
the firmness of youth, and although at 16 she was a year older than Karen, 
she looked two years her junior.
	She turned onto her side and looked at the clock:  7:00 o'clock.  
She sighed and decided she'd better start studying soon, since she really 
had nothing better to do.  Sitting up, she started unbuttoning her blouse 
with one hand while slipping off her shoes with the other.  Shucking off 
her shirt, she stood and unclasped her skirt, letting it fall down her 
shapely calves to the ground.  She stepped out of it, and reached behind 
herself to unclasp her bra while standing in front of her dresser.  When 
she had pulled her bra off, she straightened and looked at herself in the 
dresser mirror.  She was, she knew, attractive in a clean-cut, athletic 
kind of way, her firm breasts, with medium-sized pink nipples, perfectly 
porportioned with the rest of her body.  Sometimes she wished she could 
have the willowy, exotic beauty of Su Lee, but she shook her head and 
started to rummage around in her drawer for her sleeping t-shirt.  She 
found it, pulled it over her head, and smoothed it down until it fell to 
mid thigh.  She sighed, thinking of the long, boring weekend in front of 
her, grabbed her toiletries, and headed down the hall to the commen 
restroom.  She was happy to find that none of the other girls were there, 
and finished quickly to avoid them.  She made it safely back to her room 
and sat down to study.  Three hours later she was tired and burned out.  
Leaving all her study materials on her desk, she turned off the light 
and crawled into bed, almost immediately falling asleep.
	She was dreaming...she was swimming in a large pool of water.  
She couldn't see the shore and she was very tired.  She slipped under the 
water...she couldn't breath....  Her eyes popped open--she couldn't 
breath!  Laying on her stomach, her face was pressed into her pillow, 
suffocating her.  As she struggled, she came fully awake and realized 
that someone was sitting on her lower back and had pulled her arms behind 
her back!  Someone else had two hands on the back of her head and was 
pressing it into the pillow.  She panicked, thrashing around--what was 
happening to her, what did these people want?  flashed through her mind 
as she felt a thin cord being wrapped tightly around her wrists and 
quickly tied off.  A hand on the back of her head gripped her hair, and a 
second later her head was pulled high off the bed, straining her back.  
As she gratefully sucked in a mouthful of air and prepared to scream her 
lungs out, what felt like a large rubber ball was pressed against her 
mouth.  She reared back, almost dislodging the person sitting on her 
back, but the hand gripping the back of her head pushed violently 
forward, while the other hand slammed the ball into her mouth.  She made 
gagging sounds around the ball as her face was pressed back into the 
pillow, and she felt someone pull two straps across her face and connect 
them behind her head.  She managed to turn her face to the side, her mind 
a confused jumble, just before someone sat on her head.  She felt the 
person sitting on her lower back turn around, and she kicked her legs 
back, trying to hit him or her.  The person just grabbed both her ankles 
and held them against his or her body, and Karen felt the bite of a cord 
being wrapped around her ankles.  Suddenly, the weight of the bodies was 
off of her, and she started thrashing and grunting madly, trying to free her 
hands or her legs.  She couldn't see her assailants in the dark, but sensed 
movement as someone punched her hard in the gut.  Her nostrils flared as 
she gasped for breath through the gag, and they took advantage of her 
momentary disability by tying another cord around her legs just above the 
knees.  Two pair of hands then lifted her roughly and carried her across 
the room, dropping her into a large laundry hamper on wheels.  The air 
rushed out of her lungs with an oomph as she landed hard against the 
wooden bottom of the cart on her hip and shoulder.  She looked up to see 
the dark shapes of clothes fall over her trussed body.  She felt and 
heard the cart start down the hall.
	She wimpered through her gag; what was happening to her?  What 
did they want from _her_?  Her parents were wealthy, but not that 
wealthy.  And where was she being taken?  Her wrists throbbed with pain 
as the thin cord cut off the circulation to her hands, and her legs ached 
for the same reason.  Her jaw was sore, unused to being pulled so far apart. 
She squirmed around, trying to get more comfortable, only scraping her 
bruised flesh against the wooden bottom of the cart, driving painful 
splinters into her thighs and back.  She moaned and started crying, 
softly sobbing into her gag.  Suddenly she felt a cool breeze, and the 
wheels of the hamper changed from a dull rolling noise to the staccio  
chatter of rolling across cobblestone.  She was outside, in the freezing 
night; even through the pile of clothes on her her flesh raised 
goosebumps, sending chills up and down her bound legs, and raising her 
nipples to sharp points of hardness.  She shivered as she sobbed.
	Without warning the nightmare ride was over and she sensed hands 
lifting the clothes off her.  Lost in despair, she didn't know how long 
she had been in the hamper, and she had no idea where she was now.  She 
stopped her crying and waited fearfully for her tormenters to reveal 
themselves.  Before all the clothes were removed, the hamper tipped over, 
spilling her painfully onto a hardwood floor, blinded momentarily by the 
bright lights around her.  Lying painfully on her side, her legs bound 
together and her arms tied behind her back, she blinked her large brown 
eyes, now swollen with tears.  She turned awkwardly onto her back and 
peered up into the faces of her Abductors.
	Karen registered shock as she saw Ingrid and Mercedes, two girls 
from her school, standing over her.  Although both were wearing the 
school uniform--plaid skirt coming down just above the knee and a white 
blouse--they could not have been different in appearance.  Ingrid was a 
Norwegan, her pale yellow, almost white hair cut into a short bob, 
matching her face, which shone with a translucent pallor.  Striking blue 
eyes stared out from a handsome face, a full figured woman at 18 years of 
age, with a hard, strong, shapely body.  She was a senior at the school, 
and her father was a senator.  Now she stood her full 5'9" over Karen, 
and smiled wickedly down at her.  Standing next to her was Mercedes, her 
southern Italian blood showing her up even darker against the color of 
Ingrid.  Mercedes was a slight, slip of a girl, standing only 5' tall and 
weighing no more than 95 lbs, and Karen had always though she was a bit 
mousy, with her wavy brown hair always pulled back into a pony-tail and 
her small, angular yet pretty face adorned with a pair of spectacles.  
Now, without her spectacles, holding a 3" double bladed knife in front of 
her, and grinning bizarrly, she looked frightening.  She was a Junior, 
and Karen remembered, crazily, that she used to follow Ingrid everywhere.
	As Ingrid knelt down beside her and leaned over, staring directly
into her eyes, Karen felt a chill go through her body, and tried to ask
"what do you want?"  But all that came out was a muffled moaning.  Ingrid
smiled at her, revealing two rows of perfectly white teeth, somehow
frightening Karen all the more:  "I'm sure you're wondering why you're
here, aren't you, sweetie?"  Ingrid smiled again as she reached down to
caress Karen's cheek, sending a shiver down her bound form.  She could 
not move, she was petrified, a small bird caught in the icy blue stare of 
Ingrid's.  Caressing the side of her face, Ingrid continued, "Well, to put 
is simply, you're _ours_.  Actually, you're the seniors'.  We run things 
around here, and we get to do whatever we like to little snotty 
underclassmen like you."  She smiled again, sending more shudders down 
Karen's spine, "And we've decided we're going to have a little party, and 
you're the entertainment."  So saying, she stopped stroking Karen's cheek 
and moved her hand down to her stomach, slowly sliding her hand under 
Karen's sleep-T.
	Ingrid's hand felt like it burned as it lightly brushed her 
stomach.  She tried to shrink away, and began shivering uncontrollably.  
This couldn't be happening to her.  They couldn't be this cruel. "My poor 
little bird," Ingrid crooned, "are you frightened?"  Glancing down at 
Karen's exposed stomach, "So firm, so beautiful...."  Her hand moved 
higher, brushing gently against the underside of Karen's breast.  "NO!" 
Karen screamed into her gag, and began thrashing about, trying to roll 
away from Ingrid's hand.  Please, Nooo! she screamed in her mind.  A 
sharp "smack" echoed in her ears as her head was jerked to one side and 
fiery pain filled the side of her head.  She became instantly still as 
she stared up into Ingrid's glaring countenance.  "None of that, you 
little bitch, or you'll get more pain than you can handle," Ingrid 
snarled.
	Resuming her easy posture, Ingrid turned toward Mercedes and said, 
"I don't think our little Karen really understands her position here.  
Maybe a little caning will teach her."  Karen froze at the word:  cane 
her?  Wasn't it enough that they had bound her and were going to molest 
her?  Now they were going to cane her?  She broke down, and started 
sobbing again through her gag.  Ignoring her, Mercedes and Ingrid rolled 
her onto her stomach, and Karen felt the knife cut through the cord on 
her wrists.  Pain flooded her hands as circulation returned, and she 
groaned as two strong hands took her wrists and put a leather cuff around 
each.  They roughly rolled her over and clipped the cuffs together in 
front of her, then dragged her to her feet.  Mercedes stood by her, knife 
in one hand and the other helping Karen keep her balance, as Ingrid 
walked over to the wall and began lowering a hook and pulley contraption 
above Karen's head.  "Now be a good girl and put your wrists over the 
hook," Ingrid said.  Meekly, keeping her eyes on Mercedes and her knife, 
Karen did as she was told, and fell heavily against her arms as Ingrid 
began pulling the hook up.  Soon she was struggling to stand on the balls 
of her feet, straining the muscles in her calves to save putting all her 
weight on her arms.
	Ingrid came over and said, "Cut her loose."  Mercedes quickly cut 
the cords binding her legs, and she again fell against her arms as 
feeling came back into her legs.  She regained her balance, her calves 
and thighs burning with the effort, and stared in horror as Mercedes 
brought the knife right before her eyes.  She shuddered in fear as 
Mercedes slowly ran the knife down her cheek, across her neck, and to the 
top of her sleeping-T.  Karen's heart nearly burst when, with a quick 
motion, Mercedes brought the knife down, cutting her T-shirt down the 
front.  A few more quick cuts at the arms and her T fell to the ground.  
She stood, stretched and bound before her two classmates, her breasts 
standing out before their lewd stares...she moaned in humiliation, her 
face turning red with embarressment.  A slight breeze blew threw the 
room, causing her nipples stiffen.  Mercedes brought her head down, and 
gently lapped at her right nipple.  The warm, wet, pressure of Mercede's 
tongue sent a shock through Karen, and she jerked back, trying to twist 
out of the way, mincing on the balls of her feet to keep from unbalancing 
again.
	Mercedes merely smiled cruely, and, grabbing Karen's underwear, 
ripped them off mercilessly, causing Karen to swing out toward her and 
land hard against her arms.  She regained her precarious balance again as 
her two classmates stepped back to admire her.  She was stretched taut, 
the strong muscles of her calves, thighs, and stomach straining to keep 
her up on her toes, and her round breasts firm against her chest.  Tears 
began running down her face as they stepped close to her and began 
running their hands up and down her body, sending chill shivers through 
her.  This couldn't be happening.  It just couldn't.  It was all a bad 
dream, and she'd wake up soon.  Please let it not be happening.  She 
closed her eyes and tried to shut out the hands exploring her body, 
running over her stomach, her back, her sides, caressing her breasts and 
legs.  Suddenly she was brought back to reality by a sharp tug at her 
mouth.  Ingrid was removing her ball gag!  Another quick tug and it came 
all the way out, trailing her saliva behind it.
	She quickly swallowed and began pleading, "Please, let me go...I 
won't tell anyone...Why are you doing this?...."  At which Mercedes and 
Ingrid burst into laughter.  "Please...let me go..."
	"Shut up!" Ingrid commanded as Mercedes handed her a long 
switch.  "I still don't think you understand" she said as she brought the 
switch swiftly across Karen's stomach.
	"AAAAAHHHGGGG!" she screamed as pain flashed through her and she 
fell again onto her arms.  The world went fiery red for an instant before 
returning to a dull throb through her midsection.  She scrambled back 
onto her toes and stared in horror as she saw Mercedes roll forward a 
video camera standing on a tripod and turn it on.
	Slapping her switch gently against her palm, "Maybe this will help 
you understand what your position is here.  You see, we tape everything 
we do to you for the headmistress.  She likes to see how her new students 
perform."  Smiling behind her, Mercedes picked up another switch and 
walked around behind her.  As Ingrid said, "You may begin,"  Karen's ass 
exploded in pain.  Throwing her hips forward to escape the pain, they 
threw themselves into a blow from Ingrid, burning across the front of her 
thighs.
	"AAAHHHH...NOOOO...AAAAHHHH...PLEASE...DON'T...AAAAAAHHHH...STOP...
PLEASE" she cried again and again, the switches landing against her back, 
her breasts, her stomach, her thighs, biting into her nipples, turning 
her whole body into one fiery mass of pain.  She twisted and squirmed 
around on the end of the hook, unable to escape the punishing blows of 
the switches as they flooded every nerve in her body with unendurable 
pain.  After what seemed like an eternity, she began to drift.  The pain 
raining down on her seemed to spread across her entire body, leaving her 
in a sort of floating numbness.  The pain was no longer pain...it was 
merely sensation, feeling, engulfing her entire body, increased each time 
a blow landed against her body.
	She heard distantly, "I think that's enough for now"--she had 
stopped screaming a while ago, she did not know how long, and, hanging 
against her arms, uttered only grunts each time she was struck.  She felt 
her body being lowered to the ground, and two sets of hands carry it to a 
large, cushioned table.  Her arms and legs were affixed to cuffs in the 
corner, binding her spread-eagled.  Gently hands ran across her body, 
sending shooting signals of sensation through her as they brushed against 
her bruised, reddened flesh.  Every touch seemed magnified a thousand 
times by abused flesh, sending her higher and higher into a realm of pure 
feeling.  It seemed as if she were looking down at herself as Ingrid 
gently took her right nipple into her mouth and began gently sucking, 
concentrating what was neither pleasure nor pain at that one point.  
Mercedes was leaning over the table between her legs, stroking her inner 
thighs, and slowly, gently, placed her mouth over Karen's vagina.  Her 
tongue snaked out and licked up and down her slit, providing a 
counterpoint to the sensation at her nipple.  Ingrid stopped and the 
sensation flooded into her groin, then moved back as she began sucking at 
her other nipple.  She began moaning softly as Mercedes pushed her tongue 
between her labia, and a shiny coating of liquid greeted Mercedes as she 
probed deeper.  Ingrid moved from nipple to nipple as Mercedes moved up 
to Karen's clitorus, now hard and quivering, mimicking Karen's body, 
which was emitting low moaning sounds from her mouth.  Mercedes pressed 
her lips against Karen's clit and began softly massaging it with the flat 
of her tongue, feeling Karen's thighs tense with this new sensation.
	Karen did not know how long they caressed her body--she was above 
it all, riding the waves of feeling which were slowly increasing.  She 
sensed a pressure building up from somewhere, slowly increasing, slowly 
drawing her back to her abused body, criss-crossed with red marks and 
throbbing, throbbing.  Slowly the sensations around her tightened, grew, 
and suddenly she was back in her own body as the sensations became wave 
after wave of pure ecstacy.  She screamed and bucked on the table, felt 
strong fingers digging into her thighs and a quick tongue flicking her 
clit, felt a mouth sucking almost painfully on her breast.  She beat her 
body against the table, thrusting her hips forward and back, forward and 
back, thrusting her chest up and down, up and down, as all the sensations 
of the night, every feeling which had burned its way through her nerves, 
came back to her as almost unendurable ecstasy.  Slowly her orgasm broke, 
and her thrashing stopped, and she lay, bound to the table, her chest 
rising and falling raggedly as she sucked in great gasps of air.


