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The Influence of Social Strata on the Rape of a High School Student's Virginity PART 02 By Norm DePloom For many long minutes after Dave removed his foot from her just raped cunt and left her laying on the stage, Linda stared into the dark above her and softly sobbed while the tears rolled down her cheeks. Confused thoughts swirled around in her mind, chasing each other like leaves in a whirlwind. She could feel her attacker's cum flowing back out of her still quivering pussy, down over her ass, to form a sticky puddle between her butt and the pad she was laying on. Linda reached down with her hand and moved her fingertip gently over the wet, open folds of her cunt lips. Her body shivered from the touch and additional surges of pleasure ran through her when her moistened finger moved across her enlarged, sensitive clitoris. Realizing that the basketball players were abandoning their practice and heading for the showers, Linda, with some reluctance, removed her finger from her pussy. Climbing stiffly to her feet Linda looked around the stage floor then leaned over, picked up her panties, then straightened, as best she could, her bra and blouse. Her abused breasts were already tender to the touch. As she walked back down the steps to the hallway, carrying her panties in her hand, Linda wondered if she'd just been made pregnant by the most popular boy in school. Linda had spent hours of class time day dreaming about being one of the popular girls, one of the girls a boy like Dave would take out to dinner and to school dances. Never had she imagined him throwing her onto the floor and forcing his hard cock inside her virgin body. Linda's helplessness weighed heavily on her as she walked back down the hallway toward the girl's restroom she had left just a few minutes before. Dave's last statement, as he left the scene of his crime, echoed through Linda's mind. It was obvious that he intended to use and abuse her again, probably on a daily basis. Entering the restroom, Linda headed for the nearest stall and locked the door behind her. Tears began to flow once again as she hung her panties on the hook on the inside of the stall door then sat on the toilet and, pulling squares of paper from the dispenser, began to wipe the cum and cunt lubricant off her inner thighs and the folds of her pussy lips. Shivers of pleasure once again ran through Linda's body every time she wiped the paper across her clitoris. Without giving it any conscious thought Linda dropped the paper into the toilet and continued to rub gentle circles around her aroused clitoris with her fingers. Spreading her legs wide, Linda felt both shame and pleasure as she applied more pressure, and moved her hand in little circles while she recalled the feel of Dave's cock stretching her open for her first fuck. Her orgasm brought both release, and more shame. Perhaps, Linda thought as she pulled her panties back on before leaving the restroom, I am a slut after all. Why else would I get such pleasure from being raped? Or from reliving it while I touch myself down there? The shame of not being able to stop her attacker was dwarfed by the humiliation she felt from the pleasure she received. Linda knew that no matter how intense the feelings of shame and humiliation were, she'd be touching herself again, while imagining Dave's cock pushing into her for the first time, as soon as she got home. The crotch of her panties was already damp with anticipation by the time she got down to the other end of the main hallway where her locker was located. Linda picked up her history book and headed for the library on the second floor. She told Mr. Huddleston that she had been feeling ill and was in the restroom, then made her way to the empty end of one of the library tables. As she sat down Linda heard Dave and the other 'popular' students talking softly and laughing at 'their' table on the other side of the room. Were they talking about me? Linda wondered, her face turning red as she imagined Dave telling the other boys and girls how Linda the 'slut' had let him fuck her. Linda tried to study, but the image of Dave's face looming over her as his cock forced its way into her body kept interrupting. Linda squirmed in her seat, trying to rub her thighs together in an attempt to satisfy the demands of her over stimulated clitoris. Finally, the last bell of the day rang. Linda picked up her book and headed for the door. Standing at her locker sorting through her books, picking out the ones she needed to take home with her, Linda became aware of Dave standing beside her. "See you tomorrow." Dave said grabbing his crotch with one hand as Linda turned to face him. Linda could feel her face burning as fresh tears rolled from her eyes. Riding home on the bus, doing her chores, eating dinner with her parents and younger brother, through all that Linda could not stop thinking about what it had felt like to have Dave's hard cock pushing inside her for the first time. Nor could she top imagining what it was going to feel like to have it happen again the next day. As soon as she could Linda excused herself and went upstairs to her room to 'study'. Linda's bedroom door did not have a lock, she usually waited until she went to bed to touch herself both for her own modesty and for the modicum of privacy a dark room and covers gave her. Linda shut the door and moved a chair in front of it. The chair would not stop anyone from coming in, but it would make noise and slow them down. Even though she was alone Linda's face burned with shame and excitement. In the past 'touching herself' had always been a spontaneous act. Something she did late at night, just before falling asleep, with as little thought as possible to minimize the guilt and shame that accompanied the activity. Linda knew that from now on 'touching herself' would not be something that 'just happened'. She would no longer be able to fool herself into thinking that she had no control over it. Linda changed into her nightgown. Normally she wore panties under her gown but tonight she got a thrill of shame, the delicious feeling of being naughty by leaving herself naked under her nightie. Next Linda looked over the items on the old dressing table she had gotten from her grandmother. Tonight just rubbing her crotch with her open hand wasn't going to be enough. Tonight she needed the feel of something inside her. As she picked up and examined the different items around her, Linda's mind shied away from the thought that what she really wanted was the feel of Dave's cock inside her again. The round handle of her hair brush seemed to be a logical choice. Linda held the brush experimentally. The handle was smooth and not too big around. Linda turned out the light then moved to her bed and laid down on her back. Feeling very self-conscious Linda laid the brush beside her on the bed then pulled her gown up to her waist and spread her legs. Gently running her hands up and down her warm, smooth inner thighs, carefully not touching herself 'there' yet, Linda imagined the whole thing happening over again. As she touched herself Linda remembered the words, the actions and her feelings. Slipping her hands up under her nightgown Linda roughly massaged her breasts, just like Dave had. She pinched her nipples until they hurt and felt her pussy getting wet. She pictured Dave standing over her stroking his hard cock as her hands moved back down over her naked belly to her wet cunt. Picking up the hair brush Linda imagined the leering, cruel, mocking, superior look on Dave's face as she pushed the handle inside her pussy. Just like she had when she was raped on the stage at school, Linda covered her mouth with one hand to keep her moans from attracting the attention of family members as she worked the brush handle out and more deeply into herself over and over, just as Dave had done with his cock. As she approached the first wave of her orgasm Linda's mind played a little trick on her. In her imagination the stage curtain was opened and Dave continued to fuck her while the basketball team, cheerleaders, band members and the rest of the student body looked on. As her body clinched with orgasmic pleasure Linda pulled a pillow to her face to better muffle the screams and moans. In her mind, her fellow students were all staring at her, calling her slut, whore, and tramp. The boys began to cheer Dave on, telling him to 'pound the whore harder' and to 'ride the slut'. Linda's pussy clutched at the hairbrush handle as she forced it in and our of herself, her muscles tensed to the point of cramping pulling her almost up to a sitting position before relaxing and leaving her exhausted on her bed. Linda plunged immediately from the hights of orgasmic ecstasy to the depths of self loathing shame and humiliation. How could I enjoy imagining such things she asked herself over and over as she lay weeping on the bed clutching the hairbrush she had just pulled out of her body. How could I have enjoyed being fucked like that? Being fucked almost in public. Being fucked like an animal, like a bitch in heat letting herself be fucked by every male who climbs on top of me. Linda sobbed in confusion and despair, realizing that the shame and humiliation she was feeling seemed to increase her growing obsession to get fucked by Dave again.SocialStrata02