Rape-gang

   It started out as a joke, a gag, but kinda went on from there. The idea took 
on a life of it's own, became a plan, then evolved into a little secret society.

   It really started with a party. I'd known my co-conspiriters mostly from elementry school, but a few joined in later. We wheren't really a gang, but in our self deluded high school minds, we thought of our selves that way.

   First, there was Tommy, our de-facto leader. It was really a popularity 
contest, and he won those hands down. He always wore "Tommy" jeans, after all, 
they had his name on them. After a while, people started caling him TJ.

   I guess I came next in line. As the "brain" of the group, people usually 
came to me for advice. Even Tommy usually consulted me on important decisions. 
Because of a long addiction to D&D, and MAGIC cards, they called me "Wizard".

   Last would be Tank. He wasn't real bright, but as a defensive back on the 
football squad, he was big, and strong. Pretty much my intellectual nemesis, we 
got along fine because we complimented each other's weaknesses. I had a 
tendency to get my ass kicked, probably because of my mouth, but nobody fucked 
with Tank.

   There where others, but they where hardly important. My Magic partners, TJ's 
beautiful people, and Tank's football buddies. The important thing is, though 
we diverged in high school, me to my mental pursuits, Tank towards the sports 
scholarship which was his only hope for college, and TJ into the annals of 
popularity, our friendship endured. It allowed us to hang with people out of caste in the normally rigid strata of high school society.

   Anyway, we had a sort of club. Between our twenty odd members, we could 
scrape together enough to rent an apartment, and got together on a daily basis 
to drink, smoke weed, and basically hang. Every once in a while, we'd have 
these parties to celebrate this, or that, or just because we had nothing better 
to do with our money.

   One of these nights, it happened to be new years, most of us showed up to 
get shit faced, and hopefully laid. That was the problem, though the three of 
us could break free from our parents, and so could several of our friends, none 
of us could drag out a girl. Even TJ, nominally the lady's man of the bunch 
struck out.

   I can understand, now. I've grown a little, and had plenty of time to 
concider it. The parents of teenage girls just don't want to let their 
daughters out on a night like that. Since they where up anyway, they where 
better prepared to handle them.

   I couldn't think of any of that at the time, though. We where all devestated 
by the decided lack of pussy floating around on a night like that. Not to be 
dissuaded, we broke out the booze, twisted up some doobs, and proceeded to numb 
our disappointment.

   Once the festivities where in full swing, TJ waved me over, and dependible 
tank followed. "Hey Wiz," he greeted me, "Where's the God Damned Poon Tang?"

   "Idaknow," I mused, "Seems to be locked down pretty fucking tight." He 
grinned at the double meaning.

   Tank butted in at that point, "Yeah, I haven't seen a split tail all night." 
He'd gotten that expression from me, though I hadn't invented it. He was a 
pretty good mimic, if nothing else.

   "I Sure as Hell Didn't See Any," TJ admitted, "Or You Know I Would've Hooked 
Her, and Reeled Her In."

   "Oh, how the mighty have fallen," I quoted, they where used to me talking 
like that, so I could be myself around them.

   Tank chuckled, "Looks like the gang struck out too," he commented, "Too bad, 
we could've snaked them, if they'd brought us any." It was a common practice, 
girls got passed around us pretty regular, though we usually ended up getting 
TJ's re-bounds before they made the rounds. In the event that the guys managed 
to snare a hotty, she usually got passed right up to "The inner sanctum". THey 
usually just hit on them to get to us, anyway.

   "Next Time, it'll be Different," TJ prophecied. "Even if We Have to Share, 
We Won't Strike Out Again!" I had to hand it to Tommie's leadership qualities, 
he knew right when to give a rousing speech.

    "Even if we have to drag them in, and hold `em down," I joked. We all 
laughed at the time, but it became more serious later. "So what're we goin' to 
do about it," asked, and we where interrupted by the arrival of Tony. From the 
sounds coming from the bathroom it appeared to be a sysephean task for our hung over cohorts. They kept adding to what they where trying to clean up.

   "I have an idea," Tommy finally put in once we three where back together, 
"We're going to have another party this weekend, and they're going to make up 
for it." His smile, was a bit scary, but I got a thrill from it. Whenever he 
got that crafty look, we knew fun was in store.

   "What d'we do?" Tank wondered aloud in his basso rumble.

   TJ snickered, "Just go out and get the hottest bitches you can scrape up," 
he instructed, "I don't care how you do it, just get them here. W'ell take care 
of the rest."

   "What's the plan?" I querried.

   He shrugged, "No booze, or drugs, we had enough this weekend. Just sex."

   "So we need to find slutty girls?" I amended.

   He shook his head, "They don't even have to be willing," he laughed, "If 
they need convincing, so be it."

   The word was put out, but only amongst the boys. Even then, it only went out 
to the ones I trusted. By the time it got back to me, they where, "Don't bring 
a date, entertainment will be provided."

   The hottest girl I knew was Sarah Martin. Ever boy, and a few girls in 
school wanted her, but that was a problem. She was a virgin, and no doubt 
destined to stay that way.

   A only child, her parents where protective almost to the point of abuse. 
They kept her in the house, except for school functions, and when they could 
take her out under their own supervision. If they could've afforded it, or had 
the time, she'd have gone to Perochial school, or been home schooled, and noone 
would've ever seen her except nuns, and other prudes.

   That would've been a crime against nature, even the bible says not to keep 
your light under a basket, but let it shine. She was a light, a brilliant 
beauty that would be a shame to hide. Her honey blonde hair hung down to her 
waist, and blew in the breeze like a sheaf of spun gold. Even her drab, bagy 
clothes couldn't hide her amazing figure, lean where it should be, but full in 
all the right places. She was a walking hard on, wasted by her parents 
religious, and moral tyrany. I suspected she wasn't such a good girl at heart, that she would loosen up if ever given the chance.

    She was also a challenge, under the watchfull eyes of her parents, and 
their spies, she was a prisoner of their enforced ethics. They had teachers in 
their corner, administrators, and faculty all allied to preserve her innocence. 
I took it on myself to break this cone of silence.

   Fortunately, she was having trouble in biology. I suspeced that her 
sheltered upbringing made some of the concepts new, and alien because everyone 
knew the body was dirty. Other then that, she was an honor roll student in 
advanced classes. Being a shut in gives one lots of time for study I guess. I 
wouldn't know, I was just in advanced sciences because they fascinated me.

   Anyway, she agreed to meet me friday after school if her parents cleared it. 
It was a long time in coming, but finally, on thursday, I was given the go from 
her. She told me she had to lie, and say I was a girl to get them to agree. I 
knew she wasn't all that goody goody.

   That day, Tommy stopped by my locker to check up on me. "Got a date yet?" he 
grinned down at me in derision.

   I returned his grin with more confidence than I'd ever had, I even laughed 
in his face. "You bet I do!"

   "Oh Yeah?" he laughed back, "Who then."

   "You'll see," I evaded, I wanted this to be a surprise. All that remained 
was to get her to the party. He snorted doubtfully, and headed for the boys 
room to grab a smoke before class.

   Friday, I got up, slipped into the clothes I'd set out the day before, and 
grabbed my already packed bookbag. I couldn't wait to get the day started, and 
filled up on breakfast. I'd need my strength.

   I skipped the bus, and walked, I wanted time to plan, without the 
distraction of my `peers' on the way. The trick would be to get her out of the 
school. As a shut in, I could lead her anywhere, and she wouldn't know the 
difference. A thousand excuses went through my head as I headed that way. 
Finally, I had a few plans that might work. THe nice thing about that is it 
builds flexibility. You don't want to put too many eggs in one basket.

   Class was fucking maddening, all except for biology. I just sat, and watched 
her, sitting across from me in the U of tables. For her part, she stared at me 
too. Her lovely head rested on her bent back hand most of the time, and her 
face looked curious. I knew then that I could talk her into anything. She 
wanted out of her prison.

   Finally, I had to get up, and use the bathroom. My balls where so blue from 
watching her, I had to relieve myself. Besides, it'd help take off the pressure 
so I wouldn't be so desperate later.

   After that, I returned, and stared at her some more for the rest of the 
class. Finally the bell rang, and I got up to talk to her.

   "Hey," she said my name. I'll leave it out to protect myself, besides, it's 
not really that great a name.

   "My friends call me Wiz," I corrected her.

   She giggled, "You mean like pee?" her delicate little hand went over her 
mouth as she spoke the micturial word.

   "It's short for wizard," I informed her, "Because I'm so smart."

   "Oh, sorry," she let her hand drop.

   For once, I didn't mind. She could slap my ass and call me piss if it made 
her happy. "I got lunck now," I told her, "Want to join me?"

   She shook her head, "Algeba," she updated me on her schedule.

   "That sounds uncomfortable," I joked, "Want me to walk you to class?"

   She shrugged, "It's not that bad, just numbers."

   I didn't explain my joke, it was probably to base for her to enjoy, and if 
you have to spell it out, it's obviously not funny.

   I did walk her to class, and we made a stop by her locker on the way. I 
memorized the position, number, and every concievable path to it. I don't like 
small talk, so I won't repeat it. Lets just say we didn't talk about Biology. 
I'd have plenty of time to teach her about that tonight.

   It was over way too soon, though the bell announced she was late before she 
actually ventured in. She blushed when she heard it, and realized her 
tardiness, my cock got hard again at the sight of it. Fortunately, I'd 
prepaired for this eventuality by wearing loose Dockers(c) pants, and tight 
lycra shorts as underwear. It didn't show.

   I wound up tossing off during every period after that, both of them anyway. 
It's alright, when I was that young, and feeling particull arly randy, I'd 
often flog the dolfin five or six times a day.

   Finally, the last bell rang, and I met her at the library. After so many 
mastrubations, including one right before going to see her, I managed to keep 
all sexual tension out of it. I like to think I was even romantic.

   Bio is boring, again I won't repeat it. If talk of nucleotides, and 
mitochondrial growth turns you on, you're sicker than I thought possible. Long 
story short, I got to spend hours with her, sitting close enough to feel the 
heat of her body, smell her hair, and listen to that lovely ducet voice. I 
can't say I was falling in love with her, but I sure as hell wanted too.

   I also kept watch on the time. The party was supposed to start at 5:00, and 
when the hour came, I invited her to the store for some soda. She declined, so 
I went on with the lesson. Later, almost 45 minutes, I tried to talk her into 
going out for some food, an dshe said she didn't want to spoil her dinner. When 
I asked why, she said it'd "Make her parents suspicious." Finally, she closed 
her books, and said, "I have to be home in a half hour, you wanna walk me?"

   I couldn't believe it was that easy, "sure, "I said, then tried to think of 
ways to steer her to the party. I know a short cut," I offored, "Through my 
apartment complex. I need to get something there anyway."

   I don't know, "she conciders, " My parents told me specifically not to go 
to any boy's houses tonight.

   I laughed, "Did she say anything about apartments?" she smiled, and shook 
her head, "Then we're golden." I put my arm gently around her, and she didn't 
try to get away. I thought it'd be to forward at this point to try and go 
farther. I think it even comforted her a little.

   She shrank a little at the music when we got near. I recognised the song, 
"The Girls of Porn" by Mr Bungle, but said,"My brother, he always keeps me up 
with that shit."

   Oops, she pushed my arm off with that expletive. I just let it go, then 
thought of a way to get her in. "Don't wander off," I said at the door, 
"There's a lot of creeps around here. Fortunately, she was to naive' to catch 
the Freudian slip. Most people missed my dopuble meanings, anyway.

   "Uh," she looked around paranoid, "Do you think I could come inside?"

   Bingo, "I'll have to ask, hang on."

   I opened, and closed the door real quick. For once, I blessed the bad design 
that made it neccisary to make a hard right on the other side, it cut off 
vizability. Sure enough, it had a bachelour party atmosphere. Aside from the 
particularly appropriate song, "The Girls of Porn" where gyrating obscenely on 
the muted TV. Tommy came out, buckling his pants ant chucked his head at me. 
"Gee Wiz!" I hated that, and he knew it, "Where's your date?"

   He obviously thought I'd lied, like I had before about having a hot ticket. 
I reveled in the opportunity to prove him wrong. "Right outside," I said 
proudly, "I thought you'd like to greet her."

   Skeptically, he finished doing his pants, and stepped up to the tiny foyer. 
His jaw dropped as he opened the door, and saw how wrong he was.

   Sarah dropped her head to the side, "You're `wiz's ` brother?" was all she 
could say.

   "Of course not," I waved for the guys to shut of the porn, and music. It got 
real quiet, "I wanted him to bring you to the party because you deserved to be 
let out of your cage."

   Gotta hand it to him, he thought fast on his feet, and could charm the habit 
off a nun.

   Sarah stepped into the room cautiously, she tried to smile, but it didn't go 
too well. I could tell she was scared, nervous, but also a little exited. She'd 
never done anything like this before, so I guess she had no idea what to expect.

   God Damn she was beautifull, even in her paranoid state. Her full lower lip 
quivered in fright, but that only made her more attractive. Her lovely blue 
eyes where huge, and her unmade up cheeks flushed with self concious 
embarrassment. I couldn't blame her, really, every guy in the room was staring 
at her, those who weren't looking at me in astonishment.

   I got the prize, having somehow tricked her into coming when I knew what 
laid in store for her. This was a sex party, intended to one end. She was the 
only girl in sight, but even if there where others, it wouldn't have mattered. 
Everyone else paled beside her young innocent grace, and beauty.

   Fortunately, most of the guys where gone, no doubt picking up secconds off 
of whoever TJ brought. The bedroom door was closed, so at least she didn't have 
to see what was in store for her. I'd brought her out of her shell, and we'd 
all make sure this would be a night to remember.

   "Where's Tony?" everyone called him Tank because `Tiny' was already taken 
when he got on the football squad. The massive man of a boy was nowhere to be 
seen, and I hadn't spied him in the next room when the door was opened. Nobody 
could miss his immense presence, and he left a vacuum behind.

   TJ shrugged, his Hilfigur sweatshirt embossed with his given name in case 
anybody didn't know who he was. "He showed stag, so I sent him back out to get 
a date."

   "Right this way," I waved elloquently to the less decrepid couch, and the 
crowd of bows did the red sea thing. They'd called me wizzard for years, but 
now I was their prophet. I had first crack at parting her sacredly shut thighs 
for bringing her out of her shell.

   She looked doubtfully down at the upholstry, stained with beer, and much 
worse befoer seating herself. To make it easier for her, I took off my coat, 
and layed it across the filthy puddles. So fragile a flower deserved chivalry, 
I'd resurected it for the occasion."

   "Who's place is this?" she realized I'd lied about it being mine.

   "All of ours," Tommy spoke behind me before I could formulate a response, "A 
safe haven away from parents, and other nasty creatures." I'd dubbed it that 
the first night I was here, I normally didn't mind TJ using my lines, but now, 
I resented it.

   "We all pay rent," I agreed, "But Tommy, Tony, and myself all co-signed the 
lease. I appologize for it's squalor, but it's the best we could afford."

   She blinked at me, and my eloquence, then simply nodded. "Why did you bring 
me here?" she looked at me wide eyed in amasement.

   "We know how your parents lock you up," I looked back into her deep blue 
soul windows, then blinked myself back before I drowned. "I wanted to rescue 
you."

   "Oh," she said quietly, then looked around again.

   Unfortunately, tank chose that time to make his entrance, bursting through 
the door carrying a small girl. She looked like a child in his massive arms, 
though I knew it was just an allusion of perspective. It would've been 
romantic, him carrying her over the threshold like a newlywed bride if she 
hadn't been completely unconcious.

   "Tha Fuck?" Tommy charged him, in a rage only his closest freinds had seen 
before. "You didn't just kidnap some poor girl off the street did you?"

   The giant's brow furrowed, unused to thought as it was. His size partially 
made up for his lack of wit, and timing. "No," he lied, badly.

   Sarah shrank back into my coat, terrified. This was a nightmare for me, I 
couldn't immagine what it was like for her sheltered psyche.

   "It's alright," I turned her head to me by the cheek, "Tommy will take care 
of it." Then, to distract her, I kept moving in to touch her lips with mine. 
They where soft, more yeilding than any surface, or material I have had the 
pleasure of touching. The bottom one quivered again, then stopped. Her wide 
eyes closed before mine, and she pressed back.

   We where alone then, in a room full of horny guys. They where all distracted 
by Tank, and his date, hubbub receded leaving only us. I didn't even go for the 
tongue right away, just turne my head, and pressed further untill I could go no 
more. In fact, her mouth opened first, going slack with the unnaccoostomed 
sensation of being kissed by a boy. I parted my own, and ran the tip of my 
tongue over her soft pink facial labia.

   She responded further, tapping my tongue with hers. It wasn't invasive on 
either end, we just let our slavering members play gently between us. She 
sighed into my mouth, and her breath tasted of citris.

   Unbidden, my hands crept up her sides to her chest. Her ample busom gave 
slightly in my grasp, and she finally broke free with a gasp. "No!" she looked 
hard at me, then glanced aside at the rest of the party, the magic broken by my 
lewd actions.

   Even she must admit that was nothing, the other girl was rapidly comming 
undressed thanks to countless helping hands. They felt her up obscenly, 
obcuring any nudity in their lusty grasp. She gasped, shocked, and once again 
put a perfect hand to her heavenly mouth. "Jesus," she swore, "Save me!"

   I grabbed her, and pushed her hand against her mouth before she could 
scream. It wasn't entirely successful, and she managed to get out, "RAPE!"

   Fortunately, the party was too loud for it to get out with much 
coheisiveness. The other victim cam etoo then, though, and started strugling 
wildly. Despite this, someone managed to get the bedroom door open. Through it, 
we could see the mass of writhing naked bodies, but not the third girl I knew 
to be somewhere inside there.

   The music started up again, and someone turned up the sound on the porn. It 
was an orgy of the senses, as well as in reality. All us pubescent teenagers 
overcome by adolesent lust, and the mass hysteria of gang rape.

   Sarah succumed too, her too wide lids dropping over eyes as they rolled 
back. She fell limp to the couch in a classic swoon. I'd never seen one before. 
Undaunted, I began to tug her shirt from her skirt, and hands came in to "help 
me."

   "Fuck off," I snapped like a territorial chijuahua, and they backed up 
shocked at my uncharacteristic beaviour. "I get her first." The mood in the 
room had overtaken me, I hadn't brought her here intending to rape, at least 
not conciously. I figured TJ would use his charm, and help me seduce her. Now, 
I didn't care. Ironicly, my own repressed libido was her undoing as well. I 
wasn't naive, but I could certainly count my sucsessfull sexual conquests a lot 
easier than my failures.

   Her tits where even more beautifull in the plain white cotton wrapper of her 
bra. Like two soft snowballs, they where briliant from never having seen the 
light of day. I unfastened it, and they broke free. It was a religeous 
experience, a s acreligious rapture of carnal deside. I felt light headed at 
their perfection, and set about defiling it.

   She came to as I sucked one of the large soft tips into my mouth. THey 
barely contrasted with her pale flesh, just a hint of pink, but stood out 
proudly without any erectile repose neccissary. "No," she moaned, "please, 
stop." but didn't scream. That was more than I could say for the unfortunate 
girls in the back bedroom. Fortunately, they where gaged pretty much constatly 
with teenaged priapae.

   I let her tender flesh fall, and it snapped back automaticly. "Please 
cooperate," I warned her, "I don't want to rape you." She looked over at the 
carnal horror in the other room, then shut her eyes against it. Her lips 
quivered again, but this time with some holy incantation. She was praying 
quietly to herself, muttering the scriptures for protection.

   I couldn't wait, so I pulled up the front of her skirt, and reached 
underneath. She screwed her eyes shut, and shivered in fear as my hand slid up 
her smoothe thigh to the warmth at the top. Almost silent, I could only feel 
her murmured payer by the buzz in her chest. She gasped when I felt her panties 
brush my fingertips, then braced herself while I slowly pulled them down. I had 
to roll her skirt up then, because I was loathe to cover her beautifull breasts 
again. Then, I spit on my hand, and rubbed it in so at least I didn't have to 
fuck her dry.

   She shrank away at my unwarented intimate touch, and her face twisted with 
disqust. Tears popped out in the corners of her tightly clenched lids, and she 
squeeked when I pressed myself against her even softer inner lips.

   I realised then, that she was no longer beautifull. Her eyes where puffy, 
and wrincled with the effort to shut out the horror. Her lovely lips turned so 
far down as to actually stretch away her permanent dimples. I ran my hands 
across her chest again, feeling her heavenly busom in a vain attempt to 
reserect my flagging libido. Then I realised, I was responsible. I'd taken the 
most beautifull creature I'd ever seen on earth, and stolen her beauty. Nothing 
cold stop the reaction, it felled me like a hewn timber, and I shamefully 
tucked my wilted phallus back into my pants. She squeeked again, then opened 
her eyes in astonishment. The colour returned to her face, and with it came 
some of the prettyiness. "I knew you wouldn't do it," she whispered, "I knew 
you would protect me."

   Her eyes turned to the ceiling then, and I realized who she was talking to. 
I'd almost defiled her sanctity, and that was unforgivable. I knew I'd never 
have a chance again. At least I had the satisfaction of knowing her beauty 
would live on, I thought, untill the rest of te guys piled onto her like a 
fumbled ball.

   She screamed then a terrible noise that shattered my heart. Knowing I stood 
no chance against the wild pack of devils, I fled like the pussy I was. It was 
far too late for redemption. As I reached the door, the scream was choked off 
to a ragged choking sound. I knew she'd never be beautifull again.

   I love a happy ending.