Behind Closed Doors
Copyright© 2025 by robb234
Chapter 99: School Time
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 99: School Time - fantasy
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including mt/ft Ma/ft Teenagers NonConsensual Reluctant Fiction Incest Rough Interracial
Susan Moore did not like this new city that her family now lived in. Her father had been transferred here to Green Bay, Wisconsin just last summer. Now fourteen-year-old Susan was starting the ninth grade in a strange new high school. She didn’t know anyone. Having moved to Green Bay from Florida, Susan was now looking at having to buy winter clothing as well. She’d read that the average temperature here in the winter was in the teens!
Susan walked home from the high school as usual. They only lived three blocks away on Roberts Street. It was one of those September evenings in Wisconsin. School had been in progress now for two weeks. It had rained earlier, and up here in Green Bay it got dark really early. It was only 4:30 and it was already dark, with a cold, damp fog silencing the night air. Susan walked along the sparsely lit sidewalk; her thoughts lost in the events of the day’s classes. Her footsteps echoed as she moved by the entrance to an old house. Suddenly, from behind a large bush a hand reached out and grabbed her.
Susan leapt, caught totally off guard. Large hands jerked her backwards, pulling her right off her feet, one arm around her face, another around her waist. She struggled to stand up as he pulled her backwards. One hand was grasped tight across her mouth. Her screams were totally muffled as the other arm pulled and lifted her backward into this yard. She got thrown about as a husky man’s voice growled at her. “Move it, bitch! Move it! Move it!” This big man, who also smelled terrible, dragged her towards this old house that she always thought was abandoned. Every time she started to get on her feet, the man would knock her off balance again while forcing her towards the house. She gripped his arm, trying with both hands to pull his arm away enough for her to scream, but he was very rough, very violent with her.
On the side of the house in the shadow, he dragged her down these cellar stairs. Despite her fierce struggling, even trying to bite his hand, she was suddenly in this cold basement being dragged toward a room in the back, a room with a light in it. Once in the room, she couldn’t believe what she saw.
Craven struggled, dragging the young girl with him. He was at least a foot taller and maybe a hundred pounds heavier than her, much stronger for sure. Yet, this little girl sure put up a fight! He showed her off to the other two homeless men in the room. “Not bad, huh?” he laughed. He grabbed her face, slapped her as hard as he could. She let out a loud “UH!” as he did. He threw her down in the corner by the other girl. The three stared at the two girls. Mike said, “I’m starting to like this game.”
The game was invented by Jason. The three homeless men were looking to move south for the winter. Depressed and hungry most of the time, Jason decided they needed to have a party before they left this Green Bay place. His game was simple: Find an abandoned house near a school. Grab a girl as she walks by and you get to fuck her as much as you want. But there were rules. You couldn’t touch her until everyone had each grabbed a girl. Once everyone had, they would have to share. Keeping it all quiet was key. Tonight’s cold fog was perfect. This old abandoned Victorian home near Castleville High was perfect. Now if only some babes would walk by, they could actually have a schoolgirl party. Then, good-bye Green Bay, hello Key West! They’d been waiting since three o’clock for school to let out at four.
Craven had just dragged in this younger girl. 9th grader maybe. Short, with long, straight brown hair. No fatty; she looked good. A few minutes earlier, Jason had grabbed a different girl as she walked by. A junior or senior maybe, she was around 5’9” tall. A little heavier in weight, but definitely not fat. She did have bigger tits it seemed like. Jason had punched her hard in her gut to control her. Shoulder-length blonde hair, pink jeans, impressive make-up. Jason knelt beside her, holding his pocket knife to her neck, keeping her still. Craven shoved the new girl down to the floor beside them. Jason immediately threatened both girls, waving his knife in front of both of them. Every time one of them tried to say something, he’d jab at them, sometimes even hitting them, though not cutting any skin. Yet. Jason looked at Mike. “Well, bro? Get to it!” Jason didn’t like playing jailer. He wanted to get on with the game.
Mike dashed out of the cellar. Just then several kids walked by the house. He hid in the shadows. Too many; he needed one girl by herself. This fog was great; you couldn’t see very far. It also meant he didn’t have long to decide. He wanted to be sure it was a girl. If he dragged some young boy back there, he’d never live it down. Then he heard footsteps again. Another pair of boys walked by. He hid by the bush next to the entrance. More steps. A lone figure came out of the fog. He saw longer hair. As the figure went by, he grabbed her from behind, yanking her off her feet while covering her mouth. He held her close against him, saying quietly but threateningly, “Quiet! Quiet!” Yanking her back and forth to keep her off balance, he dragged her quickly to the shadows on the side of the house. She managed to get out a couple of brief cries, but squeezing her small head with his strong arm kept her quiet finally. Down the steps they went. He dragged her quickly to the back room. The others were really excited.
This girl was young, like the second girl. Definitely 8th or 9th grade. Long red hair. Skinny. Maybe 5’6” tall. Mike paused, punched her hard in her stomach, knocking the breath right out of her. He threw her down to the floor. Jason then told the three to stand. As they slowly did, he made them face the wall. Each girl got her eyes covered with duct tape that they’d found in the corner, where some restoration work had been going on it looked like. Jason told them not the oldest girl. Her make-up was just too beautiful, perfect. Mike took the tape, taped all their wrists behind them. When he was done, Jason spoke to the girls. “Listen up, you three! You gonna do whatever we says to do, you got that?! Anything at all. Yeah, that’s right. Anything. And if anyone doesn’t, we gonna cut every one of youse all. You be good girls, maybe we won’t have to start slicing. Too bad, cause my friend here, he likes cutting little girls. You do like you’re told, or everyone gets cut. You understand me, fuckin’ bitches?!” The three stood there together, looking scared to death, shaking, barely nodding.
Jason walked up to the first girl. It was Stacey Williams, 17. She stood there staring at him with scared eyes. A senior, she was more of a scholastic-type student. She was wearing a knee-length skirt outfit, with a winter parka about the same length. 5’9” tall, she weighed about 150 pounds. Her mother called it her ‘winter weight’, but Stacey was more interested in starting her senior year with these boobs of hers. They just keep getting bigger and bigger. Standing in front of a mirror, she would admire the big, round nipples and areoles, think it was funny how she could rub them and they’d get all erect so easy, and good it felt, too. Now, she was in some cold room with her hands taped behind her. Scared to death, she didn’t know what was going to happen next. She could see everyone and she noticed she was the only girl without her eyes taped closed. She wondered why, briefly. Stacey assumed one or all of them would assault her in some way maybe, but she was just too scared to even think of the different possibilities, possibilities the men were even then actually considering.
Jason spoke to the older girl with the shoulder-length blonde hair, asking her how old she was and what grade was she in. She said, voice trembling, “Seven, seventeen. I’m seventeen, a senior...” He told her to shut the fuck up. He stepped in front of the second girl, asked the same questions. “Four-, fourteen, sir. Freshman...” This was Susan. She stood about 5’1”, weighed maybe 110 pounds. For a high school freshman, she was about average in development. Very cute, an adorable look even as she was crying in fear. She wore jeans and a shirt and a sweater.
The third girl was Kathy Ann Gettis. A fourteen-year-old like Susan, she was in Susan’s English and History classes. Kathy was taller, about 5’6”, weighed about 129 pounds. For a ninth grader, she was built more like a senior. Kathy was one of the girls that the other girls in her class were jealous of, because of those big boobs of hers. They weren’t really that big, but for her age and height they were definitely bigger than normal, and her thin frame only accented them all the more.
Jason started the party. He grabbed Stacey by her throat, startling her, then shoving her back against the wall. As he held her there with one big arm, he used his other arm to begin undressing her. She would keep begging him, though quietly, to leave her alone, but he wasn’t listening. He yanked her coat down over her shoulders, the pushed it down to her wrists in back. He grabbed her sweater, put his knife to it and started cutting it.
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