Chapter 4

I nodded again, not particularly concerned about having to wear a short skirt. Then, despite the terrible pain I’m experiencing I nearly ran home when he finally ordered me to go. I glanced at the clock in the kitchen when I entered my house and groaned when I saw that I have less than half an hour to erase the signs of a gang rape and get dressed before my parents get home. I hurried upstairs, brushed my teeth and took a quick but very hot shower. I hid my dress in the back of my closet. There isn’t time to wash it. I put on a pair of shorts and a t-shirt and spread my books out on my desk. I sat at my desk staring off into space for a moment until my vision blurred and I realized I was crying. That was when the floodgates opened. I sobbed hysterically for ten or fifteen minutes, forcing myself to get my emotions under control only when I heard my parents downstairs.

Shit!! I jumped up and rushed to the bathroom. I washed my face and put some drops in my eyes before returning to my room so I could fake doing my homework.

I’m aware that I still don’t look like my normal self. Looking at my reflection in the bathroom mirror I thought I looked very much like a rape victim. The traumatized look in my eyes is scary. I don’t know how I’m going to be able to keep the terrible things happening to me a secret from my parents. It’s even more difficult because I’m well aware that the only way to put an end to my new life as a sex toy is to tell them about the terrible things Jeff is doing to me.

My mother peeked in to check on me. We exchanged greetings and I told her I have a lot of homework. She said she’d call me when dinner is ready and went to her room to change. At first I couldn’t concentrate at all. I read the same line in my textbook a dozen times and had no idea what I’d just read. But gradually I forced my mind off what I experienced next door this afternoon and when I did I found that concentrating on my schoolwork was calming. The horrors to which they subjected me this afternoon didn’t just go away. Those memories are still lurking in the back of my mind waiting to attack my sanity. Keeping them at bay is a constant battle.

At dinner my mother asked me what’s wrong. She and dad both seem concerned but I think I just about managed to convince them I’m just tired and I still have a lot of homework to do before I can go to bed tonight. I cleaned up the table and did dishes after we ate. Well, I put them in the dishwasher and washed the pots and pans. Then I returned to my room. It took me twice as long as it should have but I finally finished my homework. I’m not in a hurry, though. I dread going to bed. There isn’t a doubt in my mind that as soon as I turn off my light and go to bed I’ll relive the horrible hours of humiliation and rape to which I was subjected this afternoon by Jeff and his two creepy friends.

I put my books in my book bag and as I always do I got my clothes ready for school the next day. I was in the act of taking clean underwear out of my lingerie drawer when I remembered what Jeff told me before I left his house. Decision time. I have to decide if I’m going to obey him. If I don’t wear underwear to school tomorrow I’ll be sending him a clear message that I’ve surrendered; that he can do anything he wants to me.

On the other hand, if I do wear underwear I know he’ll find some terrible way to punish me. I’ll be conforming to the school dress code but I know I’ll just make things worse for myself if I try to defy him. I can’t decide which is the lesser of the two evils. I ended up compromising. I left my underwear sitting on my dresser, putting off the decision until morning. But in the back of my mind I’m well aware that there’s really no decision for me to make. I know I’m going to obey that bastard’s orders. I’m much too terrified of him and the terrible things he can do me to disobey him.

Now for the next big decision. It isn’t that big a decision, actually. I usually wear short skirts. Not slutty short, but short enough to irritate my parents. The biggest problem is going to be choosing a top. Many of my blouses are thin enough or sheer enough that I won’t be able to wear them without a bra. In the end I decided on a light summer dress. Its skirt should be short enough to satisfy Jeff and I don’t have to worry about it being obvious I’m not wearing a bra.

I got ready for bed but selecting what I’m going to wear tomorrow has opened the closed door in my mind, the one in which I locked up the memories of what I did today. I got in bed, turned out the light and relived in vivid detail all the painful, degrading events I lived through from the time Jeff came into my room and forced me to go to his house after school today. Reliving it was only slightly less traumatic than when it was actually happening to me.

I probably didn’t fall asleep until after three in the morning. Thankfully I was so exhausted I didn’t dream. Or if I did I don’t remember them. I slept so soundly I didn’t hear my alarm. If my mother hadn’t checked on me and shook me awake I might have slept until noon!

I took a shower and returned to my room. I don’t actually remember deciding to obey Jeff and leave my underwear off. I suppose I knew all along I wouldn’t have the nerve to defy him. It felt very strange to slip my dress on and button it up with nothing under it. Except for yesterday when Jeff forced me to accompany him to his house wearing only a dress I’ve never left the house without underwear, especially since I started having boobs.

Breakfast was unremarkable except for the fact that I sat at the table with my parents and surreptitiously swallowed the second of the three morning after pills Dr. Crane gave me. A shudder ran through me. I know there’s no question now that I’m going to have to go through the humiliation of going to the clinic to get a prescription for birth control pills.

There’s never much conversation around the breakfast table in our house. Mom asked me again if everything is alright. I nodded and she seemed satisfied. No one noticed I’m not wearing underwear but I didn’t think they would.

I’m more than a little distracted worrying about what will happen to me this afternoon. I seem to have to keep reminding myself over and over of those things that are a part of my normal daily routine. I finished my breakfast and put my cereal bowl and juice glass in the sink. I kissed my parents, grabbed my book bag and started walking to school at the usual time. My day started going to hell before I got halfway down the block. That was when Jeff pulled up to the curb in his old car and ordered me to get in.

I felt the panic rising as soon as I saw his car pull up. He has never given me a ride before. I wouldn’t have taken it if he’d offered. But everything is different now. I reacted without thinking. For just a second I started to back away. I suppose that’s any girl’s natural reaction to being offered a ride by a rapist. But then I saw the threatening look on his face and came to my senses. I looked around as if there were a chance some superhero might come to my rescue. There are kids migrating toward school all up and down the street but I see no heroes. I went around and got in on the passenger side. I started to fasten the seat belt. He stopped me and asked why I’m not dressed the way he ordered.

I looked at him in surprise. A confused moment passed before I exclaimed, “I did! I’m not wearing underwear and I’m wearing a minidress. I did everything you said!”

He rolled his eyes and growled, “You call that a short skirt?!”

I looked down. When I sat down my skirt had pulled up until my pussy was almost exposed. I looked back up and exclaimed, “Yes! Look at me!”

He shook his head and said, “I guess it will do for now. But that isn’t the look I’m going for and you know it. I think we’re going to work on your wardrobe this weekend.”

I looked back down, wondering nervously how much shorter he has in mind. I reached for the seatbelt again but in the back of mind I’m hoping that now that his clothing inspection and our conversation are over he’ll order me to get out of his car and walk to school. A shiver of fear ran through me when he said, “Before you do that pull your skirt up to your waist and unbutton the top so I can see your tits.”

I’m painfully aware of the growing number of kids walking by on the sidewalk. It wasn’t unusual for them to glance our way when they reached the car sitting at the curb with the engine running. I whispered, “Jeff! Those kids can see in!”

He grinned and responded, “Yeah. I know.”

Bastard! I thought how sad it is that I’ve been reduced to this. A mild, whispered protest is all I can muster. I have truly become a sex toy. I pulled my skirt out from under me and up around my waist, exposing my lower body to Jeff and potentially to anyone walking by close enough to look in. With shaking fingers I unbuttoned the top of my dress down to my waist. But of course that wasn’t enough to satisfy my tormentor. He reached over and spread it open, totally exposing my breasts. He smiled and said, “Leave it like that. I like it.”

He watched in amusement while I put the seat belt on. I noticed the shoulder belt is noticeably more uncomfortable with nothing between the sensitive skin of my right breast and the belt. In the scheme of things, however, that’s only a minor consideration. I’m sitting here as good as naked!

I saw two boys on the sidewalk stop suddenly and stare in through Jeff’s window and then two more who stopped to see what was so interesting. I turned away to avoid seeing their faces. I looked out the passenger window and fought back the tears of humiliation. I prayed the boys are boys who don’t know me and held my breath, trying desperately to wish myself out of there. Jeff reached over casually, rested his right hand on my upper thigh just a fraction of an inch from my pussy, took his sweet damn time checking his rearview mirrors and then slowly pulled away from the curb and drove off. As soon as we were moving his hand crept up until he was able to work two fingers into me as we made our way slowly down the street.

I moaned in dismay as his fingers invaded me. But to be honest I’m more concerned about what’s to come. It’s only about three quarters of a mile to the campus shared by the junior high and the high school. Even with all the school traffic it doesn’t take very long to drive that far. As we drew closer there were more and more people crowding the sidewalks. Worse yet, we’d soon enter the student parking lot which I know will be crowded, mostly with juniors and seniors. They’ll be walking slowly down the narrow lanes between parked cars or standing around talking until the first bell rings. There’s just no way I won’t be seen by dozens of kids while Jeff makes his way through the crowd looking for a parking space.

Just before we turned in I pleaded quietly with Jeff to allow me to at least cover my boobs. He pretended to think about it for a moment before he replied, “No. Not unless we see a teacher. I like looking at your little tits. That’s why I made you put them on display for me. Now sit there and shut up, cunt.”

I tried to tell myself that most of these older kids don’t know me. But some of them do. And whether they know me or not I’m sitting here all but fucking naked! It’s inevitable that dozens of kids are going to glance up as we drive by and see me sitting here nearly naked.

I’ve already tried slumping down in my seat. He won’t permit that. My only hiding place now is behind my eyelids. I sat up straight, faced straight ahead and closed my eyes. It was only seconds before Jeff noticed what I’m doing. He pinched my inner thigh and snarled, “Open your fucking eyes! I don’t want my friends to think I’m boring you.”

I opened my eyes just as he turned into the parking lot. It went just as I imagined it would. He slowed down to a crawl in the bumper to bumper traffic and drove past throngs of teenagers of both sexes. They’re walking on both sides of the car, walking so close the mirrors almost hit them as we went past. And right from the very start they noticed me. How could they not?! I’m sitting here with my tits out and my pussy exposed! I’m not just exposed, either. I’m on display with two large fingers still slowly finger fucking me. Kids on both sides of the car stopped and stared in amazement but all I could do was sit there naked and stare straight ahead.

Boys started yelling to the kids we haven’t gotten to yet, telling them to check out the naked girl in Jeff’s car. We went all the way to the end of the parking lot with my tits on parade, turned and made our way down the next row in the same humiliating manner. I began to realize the kids we’ve already passed are walking between the parked cars to catch us on our way back down the next row so they can get another look at me.

It didn’t get any easier when Jeff finally found a parking spot. He parked, rolled the windows down and turned off the engine. He turned to me and said, “We’ve got fifteen minutes before the first bell. We might as well relax for a while.”

Kids are swarming around the car by then. Most of the kids I see are boys but there are a few girls, too. It was the longest fifteen minutes of my life as I sat there listening to them asking questions about me and having to listen to the degrading responses from Jeff. He was vague about why I’m letting him make me do these things but at every opportunity he referred to me in the most disparaging terms, giving the impression I’m the sleaziest of sluts.

I continued to stare straight ahead and fight back the tears. Once again I told myself these kids are juniors and seniors. Few if any of them know who I am or where I live. I won’t see them again today. I don’t go to school in the same building with them. The high school and the junior high are separated by a large grassy field about the size of two football fields. Knowing those things hardly helps at all. Dozens of kids are staring at my nearly naked body! It doesn’t really matter all that much that I don’t know them!

Just before the first bell rang, Jeff rolled the windows up and gave me a few seconds to button my dress and pull my skirt down. I grabbed the straps of my book bag, waiting impatiently for him to give me permission to get out of the car so I could make a dash for my school. But before he let me go he pulled a pocket knife from his console and cut the top three and the bottom two buttons from the front of my dress.

I looked down in shock at the result of his alterations. I looked up and quietly exclaimed, “I can’t go to school like this!”

He looked me over, smiled and calmly replied, “You look fine.”

Then he pointed out a tree. It’s one of the few trees in the field between the two schools. It’s off in a corner near the high school. His voice grew stern and he ordered, “Meet me there at lunch time. Now get out.”

I had trouble opening the car door because of all the boys crowding around. But they finally moved back and let me out. I heard several kids exclaim “Hey! I know her!” as I stood up. That was extremely disconcerting. But it wasn’t as disconcerting as the hands that began to grope me as I struggled to make my way through that threatening throng of boys who refused to make room for me to get past.

I normally meet up with a couple of my friends before the start of school and we gossip for a few minutes. Today I hurried through the throng of kids waiting for the bell and went directly inside without talking to anyone. I all but ran to the girl’s restroom and looked at myself in the mirror. All I could do was groan. I’m displaying far too much cleavage. It’s obvious now that I’m not wearing a bra. That’s one of the few things that can get a girl sent home. I had to step back in order to see how exposed I am below the belt. It doesn’t look too bad as long as I’m just standing there. But when I took another step back I noticed that the bottom of my skirt separated to just a fraction of an inch below my pussy. As bad as that is, I know damn well how exposed I’m going to be when I sit down in class.

I thought about going to the nurse’s office and telling her I’m sick and have to go home. I have a nearly perfect attendance record so I could probably get away with it. But I know better. Jeff didn’t have to threaten me to make me dress like this and he didn’t have to warn me what will happen if I disobey him and don’t show up at lunch time. I have quickly come to know how his mind works. I don’t even have to close my eyes to see the excitement on his face when he’s hurting me. He loves it. It turns him on. I can vividly remember the sound of his new toy and the pain it caused me yesterday. Just the sound of his girl prod is nearly enough to make me wet myself. I don’t dare disobey the fucking sadist. Nothing has changed since this ordeal began. I’m still a coward.

The bell rang then. I was washing my face when girls started coming in to check their makeup or use the stalls. I got some strange looks and I saw more than one double take from a shocked girl who looked at my reflection in the mirror and realized how little I’m wearing. I could almost feel the disapproval in the air. But no one said anything to me. I’m sure, though, that they were all talking about me after I picked up my book bag and left the room.

I went to my locker, trying very hard to walk as smoothly as I can in order to expose myself as little as possible. I walked with my head down in order to avoid seeing the looks I’m getting from the kids I pass, especially the boys. I got out the books I need for my first class and put the others away. I was just about finished when I felt a boy pushing his entire body up against me from behind. He leaned down and whispered in my ear, “I saw you in the parking lot. Nice tits, Cass!”

He pressed his groin against my ass, grinding his cock against me and added, “I had no idea what a slut you are. It’s good to know. I have to ask, though. Do you only put out for seniors or can anyone play?”