This is the story of the worst thing that has ever happened to me. Plain and simple, the worst. I hate remembering it, I hate writing about it. But I figure, it'll be good to get it off my chest. It's hard keeping it all in for so long, this should help. Well, at least I hope so...

It all happened three weeks ago. It had been a cool fall Friday, which I had planned on spending with my boyfriend, John. Unfortunately, it ended up that my mom had promised her best friend Cathy that I'd watch her two bratty kids for the day.

"Mom! You knew I had plans with John!" I complained. I really needed to see him, because it had been a whole week since we had been alone, and I was horny as hell.

"Oh, I know honey. But can't going to the movies wait for just one more day? Cathy has a job interview and she can't just leave the kids alone... I'd watch them but I have that business trip to Phoenix. I'm sure you understand..."

I looked at my mom coldly as I grabbed her car keys without asking and stormed out of the house. Damn it! I thought. How could she do this to me? But then again, she was always doing shit like this to me, ruining my life. What a bitch!

I drove too fast to Cathy's house, hardly stopping at the stop signs. It's almost as if I knew something bad was going to happen there so I was trying to get pulled over. Well, the pigs must have been lazy that day because before I knew it I was there.

Cathy's yellow car was parked in the driveway. I pulled up alongside the curb and walked up to the sizeable house, much bigger than my moms. As I reached the porch I didn't have time to knock before the door flew open and Ms. Lord [Cathy] came running out. She quickly explained that she was running late and thanked me for coming on such short notice.

"Really, thanks again for coming! I should be back by ten, maybe later! I'll pay you when I get back!" she yelled over her shoulder as she opened the door to her car.

"It's no problem Ms. Lord," I said, not meaning it. "Good luck!"

"Thanks!" she said one last time. And with that, she was off.

You gotta understand something here: I wasn't mad at Ms. Lord. She's always been nice to me, treating me like her own daughter and best friend. When she got divorced just one year before, her life had gone to hell. If she got this job, maybe she could start rebuilding her life.

I sighed to myself as I walked into the house. The place was a mess, as usual. I could hear one of the brats, Nicole, whining about the TV as I walked into the kitchen.

"Nicole! Stop crying!" I yelled knowing it wouldn't help. Nicole was ten years old and thought she was queen of the world, she wouldn't be listening to me today. The other one, Brad, was probably sleeping upstairs.

I sat down at the kitchen table and lit a cigarette, which is when I remembered John.

"Shit!" I said to myself. I jumped out of my seat and grabbed the nearest phone. Quickly, I dialed John's number and waited for him to pick up.

"John? Hi! ... Yeah, I know, sorry. ... Yeah, I'm sorry, you see my mom promised.... oh come on don't be like that! You know I want to see you! .... Of course I do! .... Well, maybe you can come over here? .... Oh I see. Well then don't call me a bitch for not being able to do anything! .... Yeah fuck you too!" I hung up the phone.

Goddamn it, what an asshole. I hated him so much, he treated me like shit. The fact of the matter was, our whole relationship was based on lust. We never spent a minute together alone when we weren't either fucking or sucking each other, which was fine by me. And yeah, if he had dumped me for telling him off like that, I would have missed his touch, but I would never have missed him. He was a jerk, and he treated me like shit. Besides, I had a pretty good looking body. I could get any guy I wanted. Who needed him?

I went to the fridge and got myself a beer, betting that Cathy wouldn't notice it gone. I went to the living room and stretched out on the couch, watching some stupid kid cartoon while Nicole read one of her teen magazines.

An hour later I had almost fallen asleep when the doorbell rang. Startled, I got up and yelled for Nicole.

"Nicole! Get your ass in here!"

A second later Nicole appeared, looking as snobbish as she sounded when she said, "What is it Kimmmmmmmmberly?"

"Someone's at the door. Be quiet for a minute okay?"

"Remember what mommy said about no strangers in the house, Kimmmm," she said, then disappeared upstairs.

Satisfied she'd stay shut up, I answered the door. Standing there were the last people I expected to see: Peter Minrolly, Greg Tymen and Andy Lowery, the three biggest jerks in all of the tenth grade.

"Hello Kim, your mom said we'd find you here. Won't you invite us in?" asked Greg, the ringleader of this tribe of assholes.

"Invite you in? Hardly," I snorted as I started shutting the door.

Andy suddenly barged into the house and said, "Thanks for having us over. My, what a nice house!"

"Very nice house, very nice!" said Peter, walking in also.

"What do you think you're doing?!? Get out!" I yelled. I couldn't believe they were doing this.

"Not so fast," said Greg. "We came here to show you something. It's a tape. Let us show you it then we'll be on our way."

"I don't want to see no fucking tape! Get out!"

"He wasn't asking your permission," stated Andy coldly, grabbing my left arm and hauling me into the living room. Andy was huge, a body builder. There was no chance of me getting away from him, so I decided to play along.

"Fine, put on the tape," I said sitting down on the sofa. I figured it was probably some dumb joke they wanted to play on me, then they'd be on their way. I hardly knew these guys, and what I knew, I didn't like. They were all pot-heads with a reputation for starting trouble. They were also self proclaimed hackers, which I took to mean computer nerds.

Greg popped the tape into the tape player and grabbed the remote. He sat down on the couch next to me, put his arm around my shoulder and said, "I think you'll like this!"

Sickened that he was touching me like this, I decided to endure. If he got his kicks putting his arm around me, that was his problem. Soon they'd be gone, I told myself.

Andy sat on the other side of me but, thankfully, kept his hands to himself. Peter just stood, a smirk on his face as the TV came to life.

It was a home video. Greg was sitting inside a car, parked somewhere at night. He was talking to the camera quietly, "I just hope it ain't an old woman or an old guy. From the sounds they make though, they're pretty young. Now come on Pete, let's get going!" then he opened the door to the car and got out, and there was static. Suddenly the scene cut to a close up of a window. I could hear Greg's voice, "Yeah, I think this is her house Pete... is it on? Good. Try zooming in..."

Suddenly I realized who's window it was: mine! The camera zoomed in on our family room, but more importantly, our sofa. On the sofa was lying John, naked, and I was sucking his dick.

I stared at the video in shock. That was us, me and John, from the weekend before. My mom had been out of town, like she is every Saturday, and like every Saturday, John had come over. All I could do was stare in shock at the TV. I think my face went pale white.

Suddenly Greg started laughing as he said, "Calm down Kim! Calm down! You're going to miss the best part!"

I looked again at the screen, tears starting to form in my eyes. On the television now was me, audibly moaning with pleasure as John ate out my pussy. I could here Peter from the tape saying, "Whoa! That's her! You were right, Andy!"

It zoomed in on my face.

"Stop, just stop!" I cried. I couldn't hold them in anymore, and tears started streaming down my face.

Greg stood up. "There's a lot more video, as you probably know, and not all of it simply oral sex. I mean shit, you're a fucking slut, now aren't you?"

They all started laughing, Andy most of all. All I could do was stare at the screen as John continued to eat me out. I tried to control my shaking hands as I wiped the tears away from my eyes. What were these guys going to do with the tape?

"You can turn it off now," I sniffed. Surprisingly, they did as I told and the TV went off. "Now what do you assholes want?" I managed to whimper.

Peter laughed coldly, "It doesn't matter what we want. Anything at all, you'll give us."

They all started laughing and suddenly I realized what was going on. This wasn't a stupid joke or some kind of prank. They had this tape and they could make copies of it... they could sell it to people!

"You guys can't..." I whimpered. I looked up at Greg and tried to sound strong. "You don't plan on--"

"Oh but we do," spat Greg. "We've already made twenty copies of this tape, all ready to be given out or sold. I think we could make an easy grand selling those tapes... you don't know how many guys at school would like to see you like that!" He pointed at the screen, and it flashed back to life as Peter turned it on again. There I was, on my back, naked, while John continued to eat me out.

I froze in terror. They would do it. These assholes would actually do it. They'd ruin me for the sheer joy of it and not regret a thing.

My shock quickly turned to anger as I jumped up and stated somewhat weakly to Greg, "You're not going to blackmail me asshole!" That's when Andy struck me from behind. I went sprawling to the floor where I smashed my head against the coffee table. I was lying on my stomach and was hardly conscious of what was going on.

Through a fog I realized I was being dragged into the kitchen. I could hear someone going through the kitchen drawers. Not knowing what they were going to do, I fought my way through the haze, but before I could get up someone's foot was on my back, pushing my belly back to the floor.

I realized that by dragging me to the kitchen my tight tee shirt had been pulled up to my tits. The linoleum kitchen floor was cold against my belly, and I felt very helpless. I started kicking weakly, but someone restrained me.

Presently I heard a ripping sound. It was my shirt, being ripped down the back.

I started crying, and I heard them laugh. The knife was being dragged along my spine on purpose, just hard enough for me to feel, not hard enough to draw blood. Soon it was over, and they pulled my shirt out from under me, ripping the sleeves in the process.

Strong hands pulled me off the kitchen floor and restrained my arms behind me. I saw Peter, knife in one hand, using the other to pull the remains of my shirt off me.

"Shit, she's hotter in real life!" he laughed. "Look at her stomach! She must work out..."

"Yeah, but I'm more interested in what's under her bra!" leered Greg. I continued to sob as he took the knife from Peter and cut my bra clear off.

I heard Andy say, "Can I use the tape now? I'm getting sick of holding her like this."

"Okay, here," said Peter, handing Andy a roll of duck tape. I felt Andy start to roughly tape my wrists together behind my back with the tape, then he threw me against the wall.

I was a wreck inside, knowing what they were about to do. I started pressing my tits against the wall, trying to hide my nakedness from their leering eyes. I heard them laughing, and suddenly I heard the clicking/whirring of a camera snapping pictures.

"This one will be good," I heard Peter say. "Yeah, oh yeah... Now come on Kim, why are you trying to hide your tits from us? You didn't try to hide them from John last week!"

"Stop! Stop taking pictures!" I moaned. "Please! I've got money, I'll pay you money! Just leave me alone!" I tried to control my sobbing and shaking, but I couldn't.

Someone grabbed me from behind and spun me around to face him. It was Greg. "We don't want your money, bitch," he stated coldly. He pinched and twisted my left nipple sharply, and before I could cry out in pain he shoved his tongue down my throat.

His tongue was long, and gagging me. The pain in my left nipple increased as he twisted harder, kissed me deeper, Peter snapping off pictures all the while. How embarrassing this was! I was at their mercy!

Suddenly Greg pulled away, and with a final tweak of my nipple he stepped back. I fell against the wall again, using it for support for my knees were somewhat shaky. Peter stopped taking pictures as Greg said, "Damn she tastes good. Okay Andy, pour the drink."

Andy had a tall glass out and started pouring water into it. "Hold her," he said to Peter. Peter pulled me from the wall and held me tightly against him. I tried kicking, but it was no use; Peter was small, but strong.

"You're going to have to force her mouth open," Andy stated to Greg. Greg grabbed my jaw and forced it wide open. Suddenly Andy was dropping two small pills down my throat, then he poured water down after them. I had no chance to cry out, or spit them up. Peter let go of me.

They were all staring at me, and after a moment of using the wall for support again, everything started spinning. Somewhere I heard laughing. I tripped over a chair and the ground rushed up to meet me, I rolled over, trying to get up but not succeeding: With my arms taped behind me it was hard to do anything.

Someone pulled me up again, and I stumbled into the wall. My head smacked against it hard. I tried to stand up straight, but to no avail. Instead, I fell over, but before I landed this time someone kicked me in the stomach and I fell hard against the wall again.

I was very frustrated. I tried to stand up again, but my legs gave way under me once more. I landed hard on the ground, and somewhere someone was crying. In a daze, I realized it was me.

I could feel my pants being pulled down. For a brief second, I resisted. Then there was another kick to my stomach from someone, someone big, standing over me. I laid still, trying to avoid being kicked again.

Suddenly all I could see was Greg's face, and I heard him tell somebody, "Yep, it's working. She'll be asleep any second now."

I realized they had drugged me with some sort of sleeping pill. They were going to rape me while I slept! I tried to cry out again, and once again, I was punished. Greg hit me hard in the face, right on the cheek. I tasted blood.

My panties were being pulled down by someone, maybe Greg, I can't recall. All I remember is that then something, something big was being pushed inside my pussy while Greg once again shoved his tongue down my throat. I tasted more blood as he bit deep into my tongue, and more pain as he twisted my left nipple sharply. I tried to stay conscious, but it was impossible. Everything went black.

When I awoke I was laying atop the kitchen table. My arms were still tied behind my back; in fact, that's the first thing I remember: My arms were hurting aching. Next were the nipples. They were in more pain than I can describe, so much so I wanted to cry. They were being twisted and pulled by someone, I didn't know who, but it hurt. Finally, I remember my pussy. Something large was being pushed in and out of it.

It was Peter, fucking me.

He continued to pump away while using his hands to twist my nipples around and around, pulling and scraping them in time with his fucking. It was then that I heard a slurping sound above me and realized someone was jacking off, probably Greg.

"Aw yeah bitch!" I heard Peter yell. "Fuck you fuck you FUCK YOU!" he screamed over and over again, twisting my nipples more with every grunt.

"Hey, she woke up!" stated Andy suddenly, a little surprised.

Peter couldn't respond before his balls gave out and he filled my cunt with his male juice. It was like a hot geyser erupting between my legs; my stomach hurt from the explosion of his cum and I cried out loud while Peter pinched my nipples even harder.

Andy chopped me hard, in the neck. I lost my breath for a second then suddenly I heard Greg grunt above me and something warm splashed into my forehead. I looked up to see what it was when some more of it hit me full, right in the left eye. It stung a lot and blurred my vision, making it difficult to see. My first reaction was to rub it out which, of course, was impossible. It was hurting very bad, indeed I was hurting all over from my ankles to my cunt to my stomach to my nipples to my neck and to finally, my left eye.

Globs of his cum continued to splat into my face while Peter, also, continued his endless explosion inside me. Meanwhile, Andy was laughing about Greg's cumming in my eye.

"That was great man, defiantly a kodak moment!" he laughed, which was when I realized he had been taking pictures of all this. Learning my lesson from before, I managed to restrain myself from crying out loud.

"Now's your turn big guy; we've only got about an hour until I have work," stated Greg, getting down off the table. Peter too finally stopped cumming, and he got out of me.

"Man what a slut!" laughed Peter, lighting up a cigarette. The smell of smoke filled my nostrils as I tried to forget about the cum in my left eye, which still hurt.

Presently I was pulled harshly off the table by Andy, who had handed the camera to Greg. He bent me over the table at the waist, so that my poor nipples were being pressed against the table top while my feet remained planted on the floor. I could now see outside through the kitchen window; it was dark. Dark! How long had I been out?

Andy spread my legs apart roughly as he hoarsely whispered in my ear, "Prepare for the biggest thing your ass has ever encountered, bitch!" And with that, he started poking his cum greased finger up my back door.

I tried to ignore the pain that ravaged my body, my eye and ass especially. But it became impossible when Peter said to me, "Open your eyes, bitch!"

I opened them and saw his face, right in front of mine. "I bet you don't know how long you were out, do you?" I shook my head no. He took another puff from his cigarette before continuing. "That's what I thought," he said, gently petting my shoulder-length brown hair. "It's about, oh, eleven o' clock now, which means you were out.. let me think... around, six hours! Six hours. And do you know what we did to you in those six hours? Well, me and Greg fucked you about four times each while Andy took pictures. See, Andy has been saving all his cum for your ass!"

As he hissed that last word he stopped petting and pulled my hair, hard, and at the same time Andy started shoving what could only be his penis inside my ass hole. I screamed out loud, causing Peter to pull my hair harder, using both hands now, while Andy dug his finger nails into my ass cheeks and pushing his impossibly large dick up my ass.

"You shouldn't scream," stated Peter coldly. He took his cigarette from his mouth and held it close to my nose. Then he brought his other hand down under me until it was in between my left breast and the table top. He then twisted the nipple hard as he put his cigarette out on my forehead.

I felt like I was dying. My forehead was on fire, it seemed, and the huge object being shoved up my back door was splitting me in two; it would never fit inside me! And as I cried out loud, Peter started to pull my hair again, like he wanted to rip it from my skull. All the while, the sounds of a camera clicking could be heard.

Finally, Andy had stopped pushing himself into me. I stopped screaming, hoping Peter would cease pulling on my hair. Slowly though, from behind, I could feel Andy start to pump over and over, slowly drawing his dick half way out of me, then SLAMMING it back in! Over and over again, he did this, while Peter talked to me.

"You know, at first I disagreed with Greg when he suggested we slip you a mickey before fucking you. I thought it'd be sooo much funner if you were awake during it all. But now I'm glad we did it this way; you'll be trying to figure out everything we've done to you for the next few weeks, and you'll never know everything! That is, unless we decide to show you the pictures we took."

It was hard to hear Peter over the grunting of Andy. I clenched my teeth tight together, wishing I could scream out but not daring to try. My nipples were still in pain, even though they weren't being twisted anymore as they were pressed hard against the table. I was still trying to blink out all the cum from my left eye, but it had gotten in there deep and it still stung like a bitch, as did my forehead which still felt like it was on fire.

It felt like cum was still leaking from my pussy from Peter's fucking earlier. My arms were sore, as were my hands which felt like they weren't getting proper blood circulation, what with the wrists being taped together and all.

Suddenly I heard Andy grunting louder, then he yelled, "This is it!"

There was an explosion inside my ass as Andy's hot cum shot from his penis deep into my rectum. It must have filled my entire lower intestine, the cum shot out so fast, and that was just the first of many. Andy continued to pump my ass as explosion after explosion of cum filled my insides.

It was then that Peter started again. With one hand he pulled my hair, trying once again to rip it out. With his other hand he slapped my face, hard. Over and over, he smacked me, until all I could do was cry, which only aggravated him further.

After awhile Andy had ceased spewing forth his seed, and yet he continued to pump my ass, eventually causing his cock to grow larger inside me once more. He could fuck me faster now, as my ass had been stretched out enough, and his cock fit nicely inside me. And fuck me he did as he rammed his meat into me over and over again, causing me to feel every pain in my body twenty fold.

My face must have been puffy now, from all of Peter's smacking. He had quit pulling my hair and now he was on his knees, jacking off with one hand, his cock right up to my face, his other hand continuing to strike me hard.

This went on for several minutes, until Peter stopped smacking me. He took his now free hand and managed to open wide my left eye, the cumm filled one that still hurt badly. Being forced open made it hurt worse as the gooey cumm leaked from my socket.

Suddenly his dickhead was right in front of my eye. I had only a moment to worry about what he was about to do when he shot a stream of hot cum right into it, once again, only this time I couldn't close my eye at all. Cumm filled my eye and it was impossible to see thorough it.

Shortly after Andy started cumming up my ass again. He dug his finger nails deep into my ass cheeks, drawing blood. His orgasms filled my anus once more with his cumm, now being forced deeper and deeper inside me as there was no room for it to leak out.

It took me several minutes to realize everything had stopped. Andy had stopped fucking my ass, in fact he had pulled out completely and I could feel cumm oozing down my leg. Peter was no longer kneeling on the table in front of me. In fact, all I could here was some talking somewhere, about what time it was and what not.

Without anyone holding me to the table anymore, I collapsed to the floor. I was quickly picked up though and forced into a chair. I looked up with my one good eye and saw all three of them, dressed now, standing before me.

"We're going home now, Kimberly," Greg said politely. "Thanks for having us over. For being such a sport, we'll untape you."

With that, Andy cut the tape that had been restraining my wrists behind me. My hands went directly to my nipples, which were very sore and sensitive, almost bleeding from Peter's torment.

Greg continued, "We're leaving you a copy of that tape of you and John, just to remind you who's the boss in case you decide to call the cops."

Andy added, "Yeah, you better not tell anyone about this, or not only will that video, but these pictures," he waved the camera for me, "will go public."

"We took twenty rolls," chipped in Peter. "If you ever want to see them, give us a call."

And with that, they left.

I heard their car pulling away, which is when it finally sunk in that it was over. To cried out for tears now, I stood up, the effects of the pills finally wearing off. I went over to my clothes, which were all ripped up. My shirt was in tatters, my bra, the same, as were my jeans and panties.

I gathered up the clothes and went into the living room. I threw the clothes on the couch and continued on to the bathroom.

I splashed water in my face, trying to wash the cumm from my eye. After several minutes, I could see again, though it still stung and things were kind of blurry. But that's the best I could do.

I went upstairs, which is when I remembered: Nicole and Brad! They were here, while all that had been going on! They must of heard something!

I ran down the upstairs hall to Ms. Lord's room and slammed it shut behind me. I turned on the lights and went into her closet, where I found some clothes slightly to big for me but better than nothing. I used her bedroom's bathroom to clean myself up some more, trying to soak up all the cumm that was still leaking out of my ass and pussy. When that was done, I looked in the mirror.

My hair was a mess. Both my left and my right eyes were puffy, and would probably be black tomorrow. My cheeks were bruised, and my lips had several cuts. My tongue too was bleeding, but only a little.

After applying enough of Ms. Lord's makeup to cover up my face, I inspected the rest of my body. My ass cheeks had several finger nail marks, all bleeding slightly. My nipples were sore to the touch, slightly bruised but not showing... yet. It would be hard combing my hair, it was in such tangles, and my skull was sensitive from all of Peter's hair pulling. My stomach hurt, and would probably be bruised from their kicking. My arms were sore, as were my legs, and I had a bloody taste in my mouth.

After I finished combing my hair, I was ready.

I had to see the kids.

I walked nervously from Ms. Lord's room to Nicole's room. I knocked on the door and got no response, so I opened it.

Inside was Nicole, asleep, wearing headphones that were still blaring music loudly. Relieved she hadn't heard anything, I went on to Brad's room. He too was asleep, but I hadn't been worried about him. He was only three years old.

I went downstairs and started cleaning up the blood off the table and floor, and the cumm everywhere, and I do mean everywhere. It was on the walls, it was on the floor, some was on the ceiling! After about half an hour, I went to the living and got the tape, which I hid in my purse. Then I sat on the couch, waiting for Ms. Lord to arrive.

Only about ten minutes later, she pulled into the driveway. She thanked me for watching the kids, and apologized for being so late. She paid me decently, thanked me again, and I left.

I went home.

The End