~Subject: Dark Dreamer - School Days - NC/Rape/FFFf/MMf/pain
~From: an84561@anon.penet.fi (Dark Dreamer)
~Date: Mon, 11 Mar 1996 12:36:02 UTC
~Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories


School days - FFf/MMf/Rape/Pain


     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
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