Chapter 4

At home I continued writing in my journal. I knew names and faces, and I knew of one boy I would never forget. My wording was bold and blunt. If someone fucked me I wrote that they did. If someone came in my mouth and his deliciousness was swallowed I wrote it as well. It was three pages noted on today alone. I thought I was documenting fact of the corruption of students by those in charge of them but when I read the pages written my words were anything but.

Today I was attacked trying to leave the building. I expected retaliation for not becoming a pawn in this unnatural display of deviancy. I never thought they would resort to such drastic measures. The numbers were many and my resistance was dealt with. I was used for sexual gratifications by all of them, and nothing was to be denied.

Most abused my mouth forcing me to suck their cock and/or balls. Spitting was considered an insult to them so I was sure not to waste a drop of their young cum. I was sexually assaulted as well. boys lined up and fucked me. as soon as one dumped inside me another would take his place. My pussy has never been taken by so many at once, never awakened the way it was today. Even when worn they kept coming and I accepted them all, all except for one. I call what they did to me an assault because no physical damage was done. Yes I felt multiple young cocks and was sure each was satisfied, made sure each reached orgasm and cum inside of me, but one raped me.

I could accept the aftermath of young cum. I could accept the rawness of my throat after getting face fucked multiple times. What I refused to accept was taking me where I was willing to give. When he fucked me in the ass with brute force and no regard to my state it became rape. When he took something never given and never wanted, it became rape. When I seen the first drop of blood drawn, he became my rapist. I hated him but had a different feeling towards the others.