Chapter 3

That evening I told my parents I’ve been having trouble with the lock on the side door and asked for a key to the front door. Dad checked out the lock. He oiled it but of course he found nothing wrong. They exchanged keys with me, though. It doesn’t really matter to them which door I use. I’ve always used the side door because we all use the side door for no other reason than it’s closest to the garage.

For the next three days I did just as I promised Dr. Crane I would. On Wednesday I was more leery since Jeff told me he was going to give me a couple of days to recover and those days were up. I talked Keith, a boy who lives nearby, into walking me home for the rest of the week. He had to go a block out of his way but I told him I thought someone followed me home the day before and I was nervous. I’ve found that since I started having boobs it has become much easier to talk boys into doing things for me for no other reason than there are bumps on my chest now. All week long I varied my times, arriving home not long before my parents came home on Thursday.

Jeff must have seen me coming home each of those days but I had no contact with him, not until Friday. As soon Keith left me at my door and Jeff knew I was alone he called me on my cell phone and ordered me to come to his house. I hung up the phone and ignored the several attempts he made after that to call me. It didn’t do my peace of mind a lot of good to know he still wants to do things to me. But I still have no intention of ever setting foot in his house again.

I didn’t see a sign of Jeff over the weekend or the first half of the following week. I guess I figured he had given up and I let my guard down a little. I almost jumped right out of my skin on Wednesday when he came up behind me in the hallway at school and whispered, “You fucked up, cunt. I warned you.”

He walked away, leaving me standing there shivering and alone in the middle of a river of kids hurrying to their next classes and upset with me for standing in the middle of the corridor like a wooden Indian. He had no business even being in my school! The fact that he felt free to come in to the intermediate school and threaten me that way was terrifying.

I walked home alone and in order to continue varying my schedule I arrived at what used to be the usual time. As I neared my house I began watching for him. His car is parked in the usual place in front of his house but there’s no sign of him. I let myself in the front door, locked it behind me and went upstairs to change out of my school clothes. I was wearing nothing but my bra and panties when my bedroom door opened and I turned to see Jeff standing there with a huge grin on his face.

I shrieked when I saw him and then I screamed for him to get out of my house. He just grinned, obviously enjoying the terror he saw on my face. He waited for me to finish ordering him out before he calmly said, “I warned you. I told you you’d better come when I call. I warned you not to piss me off. It may be a little more difficult to break you than I thought, but only a little. Go ahead and finish undressing.”

“FUCK YOU!! GET THE HELL OUT OF MY HOUSE! I’M NOT KIDDING JEFF! I’LL CALL THE COPS THIS TIME!”

He ignored me. Instead of leaving he pulled something out of his back pocket and held it up proudly. It looks like a candle lighter. He gripped the bright yellow handle and said, “I’m kind of glad you’re fighting me, Cass. I got this in the mail today. I found it on the internet. It looked like it would come in handy. I’m looking forward to trying it out.”

I stood frozen in place as he calmly crossed the room and came to a stop in front of me. My eyes flicked back and forth between his eyes and the device in his hand. I thought he intended to burn me. I’m not sure that wouldn’t have been better than what he did.

I whispered, “Jeff ... no!”

He smiled, pressed the tip of the device against my chest just below my bra and pulled the trigger. I opened my mouth to scream but no sound came out. The pain I experienced from the electric shock made being struck by his old antenna seem like a love tap by comparison.

He held the trigger down for a few seconds that seemed like hours. When he finally stopped zapping me I collapsed at his feet, shaking like a leaf in a hurricane. For a long moment I was unable to speak, unable to stand, unable to even think!

He chuckled as he admired his handiwork. Then he said, “I call it a girl prod. That was the lowest setting. Should we continue to experiment? I’m having fun.”

My body convulsed a couple of times and I slowly began to feel like I was regaining control of my muscles. A couple of long minutes passed before I began to move. I struggled up onto my hands and knees with the intention of standing up but he growled, “Not yet, bitch!”

I heard the anger in his voice now He had dropped the urbane façade he’s been hiding behind since he entered my room.

“While you’re down there you may as well start apologizing for pissing me off. Bend down and kiss my feet. Then tell me how sorry you are for disobeying me and promise not to ever do it again.”

I looked up at him but before I could tell him to go to hell, if that was even my intention and I’m not certain it was, he pulled the trigger on his girl prod and the sound of electricity crackling filled the air near my face. I caved immediately. I couldn’t let him do that to me again. It’s a thousand time worse than the antenna he whipped me with last week.

My shoulders slumped and I lowered my lips to his dirty, ratty looking, foul smelling tennis shoes. I kissed the top of each shoe and then, without looking up, with tears streaming down my face I sobbed, “I’m sorry, Jeff. I’m sorry I disobeyed you. I promise never to disobey you again.”

The most horrifying part of what I’m saying is I mean it. The things he did to me in his room last week were awful. But it seems so much worse that he can enter my home at will and do whatever he likes to me. I don’t know how he was able to get in. But being assaulted this way in my own home did something to my mind. Any sense of security I once had is gone. I’m not even safe in my own bedroom! I’m not safe at school. I’m not safe anywhere. He’s going to rape me again now and there’s nothing I can do to prevent it. I’ll do everything he tells me to do this afternoon and I already know I won’t have the nerve to report him. Not after allowing him to attack and abuse me on three separate occasions. There’s no way I could ever explain why I let him get away with it twice but the third time I decided to tell someone. It doesn’t even make sense to me!

He grabbed a handful of my hair and all but lifted me to my feet. I screamed in pain as I scrambled to my feet and reached up to grab his wrist but he snarled, “Drop your fucking hands, cunt!”

And I did. I felt the hairs being pulled from my scalp. I even heard the sound of the roots being pulled from my scalp! But I allowed him to pull me to a standing position in front of him. I nearly fainted when he used the tip of the girl prod to push first one and then the other bra cup up off of my breasts. He circled my nipples slowly with the business end of the prod while I held my breath. Finally he asked, “Are we done? Are you through giving me a hard time? Do you fully understand your position in life now?”

Still sobbing piteously I nodded my head. I meant it, too. I was shattered. The pain, the loss of security, the abject fear of a large boy who I’m convinced isn’t quite right in the head, and the unfortunate decisions I’ve made over the last month all came together now. Jeff has gotten what he wanted. I’m broken.

This time when he gave the order I removed my bra and panties. I breathed a sigh of relief when he put the prod in his back pocket. But I’m well aware my ordeal has just begun. He went into my closet and came back out with a minidress. He threw it at me and said, “Put this on.”

I stepped into it and zipped it up in the back. As soon as I dropped my hands he turned and ordered me to follow him. I called after him, “Wait! Jeff! I’m not wearing shoes!”

He ignored me and continued walking. I hurried to catch up, terrified of doing something else to piss him off. I wiped the tears from my eyes with the backs of my forearms as I walked behind him. He didn’t even turn to make certain I’m following. He knows I’m broken.

At the foot of the stairs I glanced at the front door. It’s still locked! I followed him through the kitchen to the side door but when he opened it I noted that it, too, was locked! He had to unlock it so we could step outside! There are only two doors on the first floor and the cellar door which is locked with a padlock. How in the hell did he get in?!! Could someone have left the side door unlocked when we left the house this morning? I want to ask him how he got in but I know he won’t tell me.

I stepped outside and closed the door behind me. My mind is numb as I follow him across our two driveways to the side door of his house. He stopped when we reached the side door to his house and turned to face me. I panicked when he reached into his back pocket but he didn’t pull out his girl prod. Instead he’s holding a thick leather dog collar with a leash already attached. With a lopsided grin on his face he put it around my neck, buckled it, grabbed the end of the leash and led me inside.

Except that, unlike when he raped me, today I’m not a virgin I’m expecting this afternoon to go down pretty much like last week when he raped me. I knew as soon as we entered his living room, however, that this time it’s going to be much worse. Two of Jeff’s friends are sitting on the couch waiting for us with huge grins on their faces. I don’t know them by name but I recognize them. I’ve seen them around the school and every once in a while I’ve seen them both coming to or leaving Jeff’s house. They’re both seniors like Jeff.

Jeff turned to face me. He pulled me close using the leash and grabbed me by the throat. Leaning down he hissed in my ear, “If you don’t do everything you’re told I’ll stick my new girl prod up your cunt and pull the trigger. I’m dead serious. Do you believe me?”

I’m too terrified to speak. I nodded meekly and tried not to think about what I’m going to have to do to avoid having my pussy electrocuted. But I know whatever it is I’m going to do it. I noticed when I was putting my dress on a few minutes ago that there remains only a faint red mark where he zapped me with his girl prod. But I still vividly remember the pain I experienced when he shocked me with his girl prod.

Jeff turned back to face his friends and said, “Gary, Smitty, allow me to introduce my pet cunt, Cass. She was a little reluctant to join us this afternoon. I’m still training her and she’s a little slow. But we talked it over a few minutes ago and she decided not to be rude after all.”

I knew from the expressions on their faces that Gary and Smitty know very well what’s actually going on here and don’t have any qualms about taking part in raping a young girl.

Jeff pulled me around in front of him and unzipped the back of my dress. He ordered me to take it off and while I was slipping it down off my shoulders, baring my breasts to all three boys Smitty said, “Jeff has been telling us all about you, Cass. You just turned fifteen?”

I stared at the floor as I hooked my fingers in the elastic at the waist of my dress and began to slide it down over my hips. I didn’t look up but I nodded in response to his question.

Smitty continued with the embarrassing questions. “I understand you sucked a cock for the first time after school on Monday of last week and then Jeff popped your cherry. Is that right?”

I nodded again.

“How’d you like it?”

I kicked my dress out of the way and finally looked up into my tormentor’s eyes. I thought about my answer for only seconds before I quietly responded, “He raped me.”

“Yeah. I know. But how’d you like it?”

I wondered for a few seconds if he’s really that dumb but I decided he was just fucking with me. I struggled to hide my emotions as I quietly replied, “I hated it.”

He chuckled and said, “Then I guess you aren’t going to have as much fun as we are today, either. Jeff tells us you still have one cherry left. We’ll get rid of that today and you’ll be a three holer. Three holers are real popular with the guys.”

It took me a minute to figure out what he was talking about. I started to panic when it finally occurred to me what he must mean. I turned to look at Jeff but he just smiled. Bastard!

Smitty waved me closer. I took half a dozen steps on legs so weak they were barely able to support me. As soon as I was within reach, Smitty reached out, grabbed my wrist and pulled me down onto the couch between him and Gary. Gary grabbed the end of the leash, draped it over the back of the couch and held it so tight I couldn’t move.

My ass no more than hit the cushion before their hands were all over me, groping, probing, and squeezing. I felt like I was being swarmed! They each lifted one of my legs and placed it between theirs so that I was spread open obscenely. My knees were farther apart than they were when I was on Dr. Crane’s exam table. I looked up at Jeff once again, hoping he might at least slow them down a little. I knew my situation was hopeless when I saw him leering at us and adjusting the erection in his shorts while recording it all on his movie camera.

Gary turned my face toward his and leaned down to kiss me, probing my mouth with his tongue while at the same time forcing a large finger painfully into my dry vagina. I twitched and moaned in pain. He has to know he’s hurting me but he’s no more concerned with my well-being than Jeff. Meanwhile, Smitty leaned down and is sucking and biting on my left nipple while squeezing and pinching my right one and pulling it out as if to see just how far it will stretch.

I’m starting to wonder if all boys enjoy hurting girls or is it only Jeff and his friends. I can’t imagine my dad treating my mother this way. I don’t know of any kids in my class who are dating yet but I doubt that the boys I know would treat a girl this way. I suppose it’s more likely that Jeff is a pervert and perverts attract pervert friends. Or maybe it’s just this situation that’s bringing out the worst in these boys. Now that I think about it, it’s quite likely I’m the only person they treat this way. I’m helpless. They knew when they came here this afternoon they were going to rape me. They can do just about anything they want to me as long as I don’t end up in the emergency room. I suppose there are plenty of guys who’d enjoy taking advantage of a situation like that if given the opportunity.

Gary stopped trying to force his finger into me. He sat up and stuck his finger in my mouth. He grinned and said, “You’re dry as a fucking bone, bitch. Suck it. Get it nice and wet.”

I sucked on his finger in a daze. There’s just too much going on. It seems like every part of my body is under attack by two large, cruel boys and their ringleader is recording everything and waiting his turn. I know I won’t be allowed to leave here today before all three of these guys have sex with me, probably several times. I remember how badly Jeff hurt me last week when he raped me. I know that even though I no longer have an intact hymen these three boys are going to hurt me even worse. They’re already demonstrating how violent they can be. And they’re going to enjoy the hell out of it.

Gary began working his finger back into my pussy. The moisture provided by my saliva isn’t the best lubricant but it was enough to enable him to bury his finger deep inside of me. He began to finger fuck me and his lips returned to mine, once again raping my mouth with his tongue.

This opening round of the assault probably only lasted five or ten minutes but it seemed like forever. They’re hurting me. Everything they do seems to hurt me and I’ve no doubt it’s intentional. But almost as bad as the constant pain, I feel like I can’t catch a breath. Gary continued to rape my mouth with his tongue, grinding his lips against mine and slobbering all over me. As unpleasant as this rough treatment is, though, I’m in no hurry to move on to the next stage. Unfortunately, I’m the only one who feels that way.

The torture of my breasts ended suddenly when Smitty stood up. I didn’t have to open my eyes. I heard the sounds and knew he was getting undressed. It didn’t take him long. He sat back down beside me. I felt his naked hip and thigh pressing against mine and I cringed. Gary finally removed his tongue from my mouth and his finger from my pussy. He straightened up and I caught a glimpse of Smitty’s erect cock. It doesn’t appear to be any longer than Jeff’s. But it’s noticeably bigger around. Jeff’s is about seven inches long and perhaps an inch in diameter. Smitty’s is also around seven inches long but it must be two inches in diameter near the bottom of the shaft. It became more noticeable when he took the leash from Gary and pulled me down to my knees on the floor. He guided me up between his legs and pulled my face down to his throbbing cock while Gary stood up and undressed.

Jeff came closer, recording my face as my lips came into contact with the head of Smitty’s cock. I’m long past fighting them. I accepted my fate the moment Jeff used his girl prod on me. At the time I wasn’t aware Gary and Smitty were waiting here in Jeff’s living room. I didn’t expect to be forced to allow three boys to rape me this afternoon. But it doesn’t even require any thought. I have every intention of doing anything and everything I’m told. I don’t doubt for a second Jeff will carry out his threat to stick that prod inside of me and pull the trigger if I give him an excuse. That isn’t how I want to die and I’m almost certain I would if he carried out his threat.

Smitty took control immediately. He isn’t interested in foreplay. He never gave me a chance to lick his balls but I don’t feel slighted. I opened my mouth and let him pull my face down, violently slamming his cock all the way to the back of my throat. I began to gag uncontrollably and he let me up until I calmed down. While I panted for each painful breath, Jeff chuckled and said, “You can do it that way if you want, dude. But you know she’s gonna puke if you keep that up.”

Smitty laughed cruelly and asked, “How else is she gonna learn?”

“She’s only done it once. Like I said, you can keep it up if you want. If it was me I’d let her get used to sucking cocks first. But if I was gonna fuck her face I think I’d do it standing up so I could get the fuck out of the way when she starts blowing chunks.”

“Aw hell! I guess we can always break her in later. Go ahead, cunt. Suck me off like a little girl.”

If he thought I’d be offended or feel challenged by his taunts he’s dumber than he looks. I leaned back down and slid my lips down over the head of his cock. I managed to take half his cock into my mouth before I was in danger of gagging again. I thought back to what Jeff made me do for him last week and I did all those things for Smitty. I slid my mouth up and down on the top half of his cock while caressing it with my tongue. I cradled his balls in my left hand and used my right hand on the bottom half of his cock, pretty much just masturbating him into my mouth. He continued to hold onto the leash but he’s holding it loosely now. He slumped back into his seat and watched me work, no doubt enjoying what I’m doing despite his disappointment with my lack of advanced skills.

While I sucked Smitty’s cock I tried to concentrate on everything Jeff made me do last week when he forced me to do this for him. At the same time I struggled to block from my mind thoughts of Gary watching and waiting his turn and Jeff with that damn camera. I also tried not to think about the payoff, the mouthful of foul-tasting slime I’m going to have to deal with when Smitty climaxes. I think it may be worse this time because I know how bad it’s going to taste and how hard it will be to swallow it all and keep it down. The threat of the girl prod hanging over my head provides a lot of incentive. But gagging and puking aren’t things you can decide in advance you aren’t going to do. Sometimes your body has a mind of its own.

I tried to ignore the crude remarks coming from Jeff and Gary. Sucking off a strange boy is humiliating enough. Having an audience and knowing my humiliation is being recorded increases the shame I feel by a factor of at least ten. Even the stupid dog collar Jeff put around my throat adds to my embarrassment.

I took as much of Smitty’s cock as I could into my mouth and used my hands to try to get this over with as quickly as possible. I’m well aware that this is only the first of many rapes to which I’ll be subjected before Jeff allows me to go home this afternoon but it makes no difference. I want to get this over with and I know of no other way to accomplish that goal than to get Smitty to climax in my mouth.

I suppose it didn’t take that long. It seemed like a long time but I’m learning that time passes slowly when a strange boy has his cock in your mouth. Smitty tensed up and grabbed a handful of my hair. He growled, “Don’t you spill a drop, bitch!”

Seconds later my mouth was flooded, filled to overflowing with warm, slimy cum. I gagged when the first couple of spurts hit the roof of my mouth but before I could lose it totally and make a big mess I heard Jeff behind me pulling the trigger on the girl prod of which he’s so fond. It’s amazing the effect that sound can have on a girl’s gag reflex!

My hand stopped moving on Smitty’s cock as he started to relax and I calmed down and managed to swallow most of his cock cream. The taste was every bit as nasty as the foul liquid I was forced to swallow from the end of Jeff’s cock last week. Their semen is disgusting and they’re disgusting. But I managed to get it down and keep it down thanks mainly to my fear of the girl prod Jeff has in his hand.

I tried to straighten up and let Smitty’s cock slide out of my mouth but he held onto my leash. In a mocking tone of voice he said, “Don’t move. Give my cock a chance to drain. I know you’re probably anxious to move over and start sucking on Gary’s cock. Once you sluts get broken in and learn your place you can’t seem to get enough cum. Don’t worry. Gary isn’t going anywhere. We’re all going to fuck all three of your whore holes this afternoon. You’re gonna walk home totally satisfied. You’ll be walking funny. But you’ll be satisfied. Not for long, of course. A slut like you never gets enough cock to last for long. I don’t want you to worry, though. Now that we know about you we’re gonna do our best to help Jeff keep you happy.”

I knew he was just trying to screw with my head. But the reminder that they intend to stick their dicks up my ass had just the effect he probably intended. I’m terrified.

Gary took the leash from Smitty about a minute later and pulled me over into position between his legs. The first thing I noticed is that his cock is different than that of either Jeff or Smitty. It’s slightly shorter, maybe closer to six inches long and about an inch in diameter like Jeff’s. The most noticeable and striking difference is the sharp curve to his right. A little less than half way down the shaft it’s bent to the right at twenty-five or thirty degrees! The other major difference is that the shaft isn’t as smooth as the other two. There are thick veins sticking out all down the length of it. They remind me of vines. All in all it’s a truly ugly cock, not that I found the other two attractive. Looking at it I’m not certain how or even if this is going to work!

I reached out and wrapped my fingers around the base of it. It throbbed at my touch and more of that disgusting lube oozed from the tip. Thankfully it doesn’t have the bitter taste of their cum. I held his cock up out of the way and leaned forward until my lips came into contact with his balls. I started kissing and then licking until his hairy nut sack was covered in saliva. By the time I’d accomplished that the lube oozing out of the pee hole in the head of his cock had reached my hand. I turned my attention to licking his cock, lapping up all the lube. But all the time I spent attending to his cock with my tongue I was distracted. Because of the drastic curve I’m not certain I’ll even be able to suck it. And I can’t help wondering how he’s going to be able to put it in my pussy when they get around to raping that orifice.

The curve turned out to be not much of a problem when I finally began to take it into my mouth. As long as I stopped just before the head of his cock reaches the back of my throat my lips only reach to just a fraction of an inch past the curve. The only real difference I noticed was that I didn’t go at him head on the way I did the other two guys. I came at him from the side, though it turned out not to be necessary. But even more than I worry about that moment when he climaxes and fills my mouth with more of that awful slime I can’t help thinking ahead and wondering how he’s going to rape my pussy with his boomerang-like cock.

Ten minutes later I straightened up and swallowed his cum. Then I waited while Smitty took the camera from Jeff. Jeff came over and stood in front of me, smiling down arrogantly while he undressed. Before he dropped his pants he pulled his girl prod out of his back pocket and tossed it onto the sofa cushion. He dropped his pants then and kicked them away. Gary picked up the prod and looked at it in obvious fascination. I felt my blood pressure rise just from seeing the damn thing.

I’m determined not to give him any excuse to use it on me again. But as it turned out my good behavior had no effect on that decision. They don’t need an excuse to torment me. As Jeff removed the last of his clothing he casually said to Gary, “Go ahead. Give it a shot.”

I squeaked in terror and looked up at Jeff in shock. He chuckled and asked Smitty, “You getting this?”

Smitty is obviously amused by the expression of fear and shock on my face, too. I heard it in his voice when he assured Jeff he’s recording my reaction. Jeff stared down at me in eager anticipation and said, “Go ahead, Gary. Touch the tip to her and give her a quick shot. It’s funny as hell.”

The realization that nothing I do to please them will really matter destroyed me. They aren’t just going to use it to punish me for disobeying. They have every intention of using it on me just for shits and giggles! I looked up into Jeff’s cruel eyes and whispered, “Jeff ... no ... please. I’ll do what you want. I’ll always come when you tell me to. I’ll do anything you want. Please don’t...”

Jeff glared down at me and snarled, “You fuckin’ better! If you don’t, well, there’s a lot worse shit we can do to you and we’d enjoy the hell out of it, too. If you don’t believe me just give me an excuse.”

By that time I felt the tip of the girl prod pressing against the underside of my breast. There was a fraction of a second when I could hope he’s just fucking with me, that he doesn’t really intend to pull the trigger. But then I felt the shock and heard that terrible sound and my body jerked around as though I were a marionette under the control of a drunken puppeteer.

While I waited for control of my muscles to return Jeff grinned down at me and said, “That wasn’t so bad, was it? I still have it set on the lowest setting. That probably wasn’t much more of a thrill than you get from your vibrator!”

Inanely, without thinking, I responded in a quivering voice, “I don’t have a vibrator.”

It was a stupid thing to say but I guess I’m still dazed. But then I had to ask, “Why?! Why did you tell him to do that?! I’m doing everything you tell me to do!”

He didn’t answer right away. He sat down on the other end of the sofa and took the leash from Gary. I almost fell over when he tugged on it. I still don’t seem to have complete control of my body. But I managed to pull myself together and crawl into position between his hairy legs. Smitty moved to the other side in order to get a better camera angle and zoomed in as I began kissing and licking Jeff’s nuts.

As soon as I was tending to his hairy balls he finally responded. “I did it, or rather I let Gary do it, for several reasons. I did it because you think you still have some say in what happens to you. You don’t. I did it because you didn’t come to my house when I ordered you to. It serves as a reminder that you’d better never refuse an order from me again. I did it because it’s amusing and I knew my friends would get a kick out of it. And of course I did it because it makes my dick hard. That’s why I bought the damn thing.”

Suddenly my life seems so hopeless. Just when I thought I’d found a way to avoid the bastard I’ve let Jeff back me into a corner from which there’s no escape. There’s only one way out. I either tell my parents what he has done to me or I go on doing whatever Jeff tells me to do. But the more time that passes since he pulled me into his back yard and made me masturbate him all over the front of my blouse the more certain I am I can’t say anything. If I do I’ll have to explain why I didn’t say anything from the very beginning and the excuse I gave myself seems to get weaker with each passing day. What if they think I didn’t tell because I enjoyed it?! That thought is bound to cross their minds after I let it go on for this long.