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School Days
by Dark Dreamer (address withheld)
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A popular high school girl gets taught a lesson by less
popular girls, and their boyfriends. (MMFF/F, teens, nc,
rp, tor, youths)
***
Meghan walked quickly down the hall. Her last class was
over, and she wanted to get home and get ready for her
date tonight. Rob Hunter had asked her out, and he was
one dynamite, cool, sexy guy.
She reached her locker and shoved her books inside. She
had no intention of studying tonight. She slammed the
locker and hurried down the hall to the west stairwell,
then trotted down the stairs.
It wasn't like she didn't have plenty of dates, of
course. Meghan was one of the more popular girls in high
school, at least among the guys. That might have had
something to do with her long, silky brown hair, her
pretty rounded face, or her high, firm, full breasts,
but she preferred to think it was her personality.
Well, okay, she admitted to herself. The guys all wanted
to get her hands into her thirty-eight D cups and fondle
her melons, but she was sure they also had a good deal
of interest in her as a person.
Anyway, she was sure Rob did. He had been wasting his
time with that slag Kelly Moore, and had obviously
realized there was more to life than cheap bimbos in
tight pants and bad dye jobs. Now he was looking to step
up in the world.
He was a little dangerous, but that only made him seem
more sexy to her. She was sure she could handle whatever
he did. They weren't going anywhere but to a movie
anyway.
She was already running through her mind what she should
wear, even though she'd decided, and decided again
several times already. She looked good in almost
anything, but wanted to look special.
She was wearing jeans and a bright red shirt just then,
but still looked fabulous, her brown hair spilling over
the shoulders and her firm breasts pressing the fabric
out tautly.
She pushed through the doors and outside, emerging in
back of the school right near the gym. All she had to do
was cut across the yard and out through the fence, and
her house was two blocks down.
"Hey, bitch!"
Oh shit, she thought, her heart sinking as Kelly Moore
stepped out in front of her.
"Get lost," she frowned.
"I ain't getting lost, bitch. I wanna talk to you!"
She jabbed her finger against Meghan's chest and Meghan
slapped her hand away.
There were suddenly half a dozen girls around her, and
none looked very friendly. Meghan swallowed anxiously,
her head turning from side to side.
"I'm in a hurry," she said.
"Why?" one of them demanded.
"You in a hurry to meet with my boyfriend?!" Kelly
demanded.
"He's not your boyfriend. He broke up with you," Meghan
protested.
"He's my fucking boyfriend until I say different,
bitch!"
"You don't own him!"
"He's my boyfriend, bitch, an' you better lay off!"
Kelly growled, grabbing the front of Meghan's shirt and
jerking her up onto her toes.
"Let go of me!" Meghan demanded, shoving at her.
She broke free, and looked down to make sure her shirt
hadn't been torn.
"I mean it, bitch," Kelly growled.
"If he was your boyfriend he wouldn't have asked me out!
Now would he!" Meghan sneered.
"You wave your big tits around in his face any guy's
gonna try and grab some," one of the other girls glared.
"I don't wave anything!" Meghan exclaimed.
"Yeah, fat fucking chance!" another girl said, shoving
her from behind.
"Lay off!" Meghan cried, shoving at another of the
girls.
"Fucking whore! Think you can go around and steal girls'
boyfriends just because of your fat tits!?"
"I don't!"
Another girl shoved her from behind and she stumbled
into another who shoved her back again.
"Lay off!" she shouted again.
She slapped at one of the girls, and another grabbed her
hair from behind and yanked it painfully, almost pulling
her off her feet. She screamed and whipped her arm
around, knocking the girl's hand loose.
Meghan whirled around in fear. She could see that nobody
was going to intervene, especially since several of the
girls' boyfriends were standing nearby smirking. She
tried to push her way through them but another hand
reached out and grabbed her long hair, yanking back so
hard she almost fell.
In anger and fear she attacked Kelly, clawing at her
face. They twisted together, pulling at each other's
hair until someone tripped her. Meghan fell, but quickly
scrambled back up. Just as she did Kelly's fist lashed
out and caught her under the chin.
She staggered back, more shocked than anything else.
She'd never been punched before, except half-heartedly
in the arm or something. Then a black girl came up
behind her and slammed a text book down across the top
of her head.
Again she staggered, crying out in pain as the other
girls laughed at her. Kelly slammed her fist into her
right breast, and Meghan cried out again, swinging at
her. Then someone kicked her in the back of the leg
behind the knee.
She fell, crying out in pain as her elbows smacked into
the hard pavement. Someone grabbed her hair and she
screamed as she was dragged backwards along the
pavement, rolling onto her stomach as she clawed at
their hands.
They let go, cursing, and she scrambled to her feet
again.
Someone came at her, a girl with spiky hair, and she
clawed at her. Someone grabbed Meghan's collar, yanking
her back hard, and ripping her shirt halfway down the
back.
She spun into another girl, who grabbed her and turned
her around. Then another girl helped the first as they
pulled her arms behind her. Kelly came up and slapped
her face hard, then punched her, rocking her head back.
Kelly drew her arm back and slammed her fist into
Meghan's belly, and Meghan gasped and choked in pain.
She kicked at the blonde, shoving her back, and twisted
against the two girls holding her. One jerked her hair
back hard, and the other grabbed her shirt, ripping it
still further.
Someone kicked her in the crotch then and she gasped in
nausea and pain, tearing free of the girls holding her
only to fall to the ground. One of the girls still had a
piece of her shirt, and ripped it free.
Another grabbed the front of her ragged shirt and pulled
hard. The buttons popped off as it was ripped open to
the waist, and the girls laughed and snickered, their
boyfriends laughing in delight as Meghan tried to pull
together her torn blouse.
One of the girls grabbed the back of it and ripped a big
chunk off, then another ripped her sleeve and part of
the rest off. Meghan stumbled to her feet, clutching one
arm against her chest, pinning the remnants of the
blouse there.
But then she felt hands clawing at her bra strap and
jerked her arm back, trying to twist away. The other
girls moved in on her, laughing in cruel delight,
tearing the last piece of her blouse away and ripping
her bra free as well.
A hand jerked her hair back hard and another fist
slammed into her bare belly. She collapsed to her knees
and a kick caught her in the side, tossing her down
hard. Another foot slammed into her behind, then as she
rolled weakly onto her side another hit her in the guts.
She was thrown sideways, gasping and moaning as she
rolled, still trying to cover her breasts with her arms
as the girls surrounded her, laughing and taunting.
"Let's see your big tits, slut!"
"She sure likes showing off!"
"Filthy whore! Jiggle your fat tits at us!"
Meghan held her arms folded across her chest as she
slowly pushed herself to her feet, but someone grabbed
her hair again, jerking her head back so hard she
screamed in agony, her hands shooting up and back,
exposing her breasts.
Hands grabbed at them, clawing and squeezing hard and
cruelly. Fingernails dug into the soft flesh as they
laughed at her cries, tearing and pulling at her
breasts, slapping and pinching them as she slapped
blindly at them, unable to even see them because her
head was forced so far back.
"Grab her hands! Grab her hands!"
Her arms were grabbed and pulled down and behind her,
and her hair was released. Kelly punched her in the
mouth and her head rocked back again as she tasted
blood. Then she carefully drew her fist back and punched
her in the belly, once, twice, three times.
Each time Meghan gasped in pain and sickness, her legs
going rubbery and her guts twisting. After the third
time she was sure she was going to be sick. Then Kelly
turned to the rest and said something, which they
laughed at. Meghan couldn't make it out. Her head was
roaring and she was dazed and filled with pain.
Kelly's knee slammed up into her groin, almost lifting
her off her feet, then the girls let go of her arms,
flinging her to the pavement again. She barely caught
herself before her chin would have struck the ground,
gasping with pain, her mind reeling.
A foot hit her side and spun her across the pavement
amid the laughter and jeers. Someone grabbed the front
of her pants, rapidly undoing them. She batted at them
feebly but the girl shouted in triumph and jerked back.
Meghan felt her pants ripped down her legs. The girl
pulled hard, and Meghan's legs were lifted into the air
only to drop back to the pavement as the pants tore free
of her feet. Her tennis shoes flew off, torn free by her
jeans, and she lay there groaning in shame and misery
and pain and nausea, trying to pull into a fetal
position.
Another girl grabbed her string bikini panties and tore
them free. They surrounded her, jeering and hooting as
the now completely naked brunette sobbed in terror and
pain, trying to curl into a ball.
But someone grabbed her thick hair and yanked hard,
twisting her out of her ball and dragging her several
feet across the pavement before letting it go.
"Let me help you up," she heard.
Someone grabbed at her wrist and pulled. She screamed
for the same person was standing on her hair. The girl
pulled and pulled, and the other girls laughed and
sniggered as Meghan sobbed in agony.
The girl let her drop back and stepped off her hair but
another, Kelly, moved forward. Meghan rolled slowly onto
her side, sobbing and moaning. Kelly reached down and
pulled her long hair into a single tail, then stepped
carefully on her right breast, which was pressed against
the pavement.
She yanked hard, and Meghan shrieked in agony, her head
forced up and to the side, almost lifting her body by
the force Kelly was exerting on her hair. At the same
time Kelly was letting almost all of her weight squash
down the soft, malleable breast she had her foot on,
grinding it against the pavement as she pulled up on
Meghan's hair.
Someone kicked her in the back, but she almost ignored
it because of the intensity of the agony in her scalp
and breast. She slapped and punched desperately at
Kelly's leg and the blonde shifted off and let her hair
go.
She was dragged to her feet by two other girls, her head
pulled back. Kelly punched in the mouth again, but she
only groaned, too dazed. The other girls struggled to
hold her up, then let her drop. She folded up on the
pavement, then gasped as a foot struck her side, then
another hit her back, then one slammed into her thigh
and another struck her between the breasts.
She rolled this way and that as they kicked at her. They
halted, and the sobbing, trembling, shaking girl slowly
pushed herself up to all fours.
A foot slammed up into her belly, lifting her up and
flinging her end over end. She lay spreadeagled naked on
the cold pavement, eyes glazed, arms moving slowly on
the ground as she whimpered helplessly.
One of the girls took a running start and slammed her
foot into the hapless brunette's crotch. Meghan gurgled
in agony, thrown onto her side. She slowly reached down
for her crotch, choking on the blinding pain. A foot hit
her back and threw her onto her belly.
Kelly looked at her with furious eyes, then gazed around
her. There were few enough who came out this door, and
the guys were seeing to it none of those hung around
much, but they weren't far from the door and one of the
teachers was bound to notice before too long.
She motioned to two of her friends and they came close.
"You two get her dressed as much as you can and take her
to the woods behind the football field."
They grinned nastily and nodded.
"That'll teach you to mess with other people's
boyfriends," she said aloud to the moaning, naked
brunette.
She and most of the others moved off a bit, towards the
doors, while the two she had talked to, a blonde and a
black girl, hurried over and gathered up Meghan's pants,
shoes and the remnants of her blouse. They got her pants
on and jammed her shoes onto her feet, then tied the
rags into a form of halter and tied them around her
chest.
Her bra and panties were ripped and useless for
anything, and anyway, they were only interested in
appearances. They dragged the dazed girl to her feet and
half led, half carried her across the yard towards the
football field.
No doubt anyone watching would think the beating was
over, and that the two girls were taking Meghan home.
Kelly had other ideas. She and the rest of her friends
moved off in a roundabout way towards the woods to meet
up with the others.
Ten minutes later they were waiting safely out of sight
when the two girls led the still dazed brunette into
their midst. She had tried to pull away from them a
couple of times but met with a flurry of quick jabs to
the gut and ribs that halted her resistance.
"Strip her," Kelly grinned.
The brunette was quickly stripped naked again and flung
down on the grass and weeds at Kelly's feet.
Kelly had picked up a long, thin branch which lay on the
grass under a tree. It was springy and made a hissing
sound as it cut through the air. She moved towards the
brunette as her friends grinned and watched. She whipped
it down against her back, and Meghan cried out in pain,
twisting and arching her back.
She whipped it down against the brunette's naked ass,
and again was rewarded with a cry of pain, and a red
line across the soft white cheeks. The others all
laughed in delight as Kelly whipped the springy branch
down again and again and again, drawing cries and sobs
and squeals from the brunette.
Meghan squirmed and rolled and twisted as the stinging
blows lashed across her back and buttocks and thighs.
She could not evade them, though. Then two of the girls
raced in and grabbed her arms, dragging her up and back
onto her knees.
They forced her arms up behind her head and pulled her
head back by the hair. Meghan struggled weakly as the
others laughed in gleeful anticipation. Kelly moved in
front of her and gazed at the heavy round breasts, then
raised the switch and lashed it down across one.
Meghan howled in pain, and the two girls struggled to
hold her as Kelly whipped the switch down again, then
again, then again.
She screamed and shouted and sobbed and howled like an
animal, her body jerking and twisting as the switch cut
across her round melons. She finally broke loose,
sobbing and shaking as she lay on the ground, arms
clutched over her aching breasts.
A foot slammed into her back, throwing her down flat on
the dirt, and she saw stars.
"Who wants this piece of cunt meat?" Kelly demanded,
looking at the guys.
Every one of them had a bulging erection by now, and
they looked at each other. Then one stepped forward. He
opened his pants and unzipped them, pulling his cock out
as he dropped to his knees between the moaning
brunette's legs.
He gripped her thighs, forcing them further apart, then
pressed his cock against her slit. He drove forward hard
and eagerly, and she sobbed and moaned. She tried to sit
up, to push him away, and he slapped her face hard,
throwing her back flat.
One of the girls stepped on her hair again as he leaned
into her, putting more and more weight behind his prick
as it was jammed down into her tight quim. She screamed
suddenly and shuddered, and he groaned, and looked up.
"She was a fuckin' cherry!" he laughed.
"Bullshit!"
"That bitch?"
"Unbelievable!"
"That fuckin' whore wasn't no cherry!"
"Just a cock tease!"
"Fucking bitch!" He forced his cock deeper, growling in
lust as he grabbed at her wounded breasts and squeezed
hard. Her pussy was tight and dry, but he spit
repeatedly onto his hand and rubbed it over his cock as
he ripped it in and out.
"This bitch is tight," he gasped.
"Fuck her, Jase!" one of the guys shouted.
"Fuck the bitch, man!" another laughed.
"Give it to her!" a third cried.
The girls watched silently, partly excited, partly in
horrified fascination, the kind people get at a gruesome
car wreck. There was something raw and carnal, something
animalistic about the crude rape they were watching. It
aroused them even as they realized it could be them
being subjected to the abuse and humiliation.
They watched as he drove his cock in to the balls and
ground himself against her, then started pumping again.
He ran his hands over her body, squeezing and stroking
as he grunted with effort. Then reached down and gripped
her legs, lifting them up and shoving them back, letting
his weight come down on them as he fucked down into her.
He fucked hard and fast, his hips slamming down against
her soft round buttocks, making her gasp and groan and
moan with each deep stroke. She sobbed miserably as the
harsh fucking continued, as his cock cleaved her pussy
lips and pumped furiously in her tight, virginal hole
and his hips battered her naked buttocks.
He thrust deep and groaned as his sperm jetted out,
flooding down into Meghan's belly. He groaned in relief,
feeling his cock spurt, feeling the wads of jism spit
into her. Then he slowly eased back, letting go of her
legs so they dropped onto the ground beside him, then
pulling his cock out and standing up.
She lay on her back, hands above her head, knees raised
and legs apart, staring at the trees overhead, gasping
and whimpering as another guy moved forward. He dropped
to his knees and thrust into her, and she groaned in
misery as she was raped again.
The second guy didn't fuck her as hard or fast, but came
sooner, dropping his load and pulling back. A third guy
approached and she whimpered and turned onto her side,
trying to curl into the fetal position. He put a foot on
her back and shoved so she was rolled onto her belly,
then got down on his knees and seized her hips.
He jerked her ass upwards, forcing her onto her knees,
and drove his cock into her from behind. He held her
hips as he pumped her, slapping her ass occasionally
just to make her whine louder. When he was done he
pulled away and she slid all the way down onto her
belly.
A fourth guy moved in, again dropping to his knees. He
made no attempt to turn her over or lift her up, but
instead spit on his cock and pressed it against her
anus. She moaned anew, squirming and grabbing at weeds
as the group snickered and watched.
The guy forced his cock down into her asshole, drawing a
wail of misery and animal pain from the tormented young
girl. She squirmed with new life, but he held her easily
as he thrust deep and buried his steely pole in her
guts.
She punched her fists at the ground, her eyes filled
with tears as the guy sodomized her, his cock twisting
and tearing around inside her as he clawed and slapped
at her ass. He used hard, deep strokes, his hips making
her red ass cheeks jiggle. He spread her legs wide and
slammed his meat down with cruel force, impaling her
again and again.
Then he came, pumping his jism up into the whining,
moaning girl's asshole. He let her ass milk his cock,
then sighed and pulled back, getting to his feet.
"Try this," one of the girls said, handing a thick chunk
of wood, this one a small branch that been trimmed off a
nearby tree. It was far more of a club than a switch,
still covered in rough bark, though that was loose and
rotting, and coming off in her hand.
Meghan lay stretched out on her belly on the grass and
dirt, sobbing and moaning. Kelly approached with the
club. Meghan saw her through her tears and whimpered.
She tried to pull herself forward across the ground as
Meghan came up behind her.
One of the girls stepped on her hair, though, and then
Kelly, instead of bringing the side of the club down
against the bruised and battered girl stepped between
her legs, shoved one leg apart and pressed her foot
against it, then pressed the end of the branch against
the girl's rectal opening.
There were hoots and guffaws as the other girls and
their boyfriends looked on in delight at such outrageous
behaviour. Meghan only moaned, then gasped and squirmed
as Kelly forced the rough branch into her asshole.
Meghan cried out at the sharp pain, writhing on the
ground, but Kelly kept the pressure on the club, which
was wider than most cocks any girl would normally see,
and forced it deeper and deeper into the brunette's
guts.
"You love showing your ass off to other people's
boyfriends, slut!" Kelly cried. "See how well you like
getting a woody up the ass!"
She jammed it deep, and Meghan shuddered and gurgled in
pain. The thick wood twisted inside her, and she sobbed
and cried out, her guts exploding in pain as she twisted
and ground her ass back in time to the demands of the
wood.
The other girl stepped off her hair, and Kelly found she
could control the movements of the girl, make her squirm
forward by jamming the branch down hard, make her shift
right or left by pushing the branch in that direction,
even make her grind her ass up by lowering her end and
putting pressure to raise the other end up.
Everyone seemed to think this was very amusing, and
Kelly taunted and played with the helpless girl for long
seconds before she pulled the branch back. She started
fucking her with it then, grinding the rough thing up
and down in her rectal tunnel as Meghan sobbed and
moaned.
She let go of the club, a foot of it still clamped tight
in the girl's asshole. She put her foot against her side
and rolled her onto her back, then stood over her.
"This is just a taste of what you'll get if you go near
my boyfriend again," she snarled. "You remember this the
next time you start getting hot pants for someone else's
boyfriend."
One of the guys, his head shaved bald, moved up beside
her, his cock sticking out of his zipper. She turned and
glared, annoyed at the distraction. He had a wide grin
as he pointed his cock at Meghan, and Kelly snorted in
amusement as a yellow stream flew out the tip.
It splashed across her breasts, then her face, and
Meghan moaned and weakly raised a hand to block it. The
guy pissed over her head and hair, and then let the
stream move along her body, over her chest, and belly
and in between her legs.
"Just remember this, whore," Kelly said.
She and her friends moved off, leaving the beaten,
battered, piss covered teenager laying on her back in
the weeds and dirt, moaning and weeping in pain and
misery.
END
Dark Dreamers know the difference between fantasy and
reality. DD
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.
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