Chapter 5

I didn’t get to recover for long. Less than a minute passed before Jeff nudged me with his foot and said, “Back up on your knees, bitch. The fewer guys you suck off now the more you’ll have to take care of after school.”

My heart sank but I’m not really surprised. And of course I have no fight left in me or I wouldn’t be in this position. Apparently a girl can only be brutalized for so long before she gives up and allows herself to be used and abused like some sort of almost human animal. I’ve discovered that giving up is even easier when everything seems hopeless. Or maybe it’s just me.

I struggled to my knees and found one of the four boys I don’t know standing in front of me, his hard, throbbing cock already dangling from his fly. Through my tears I briefly examined the next cock that’s going to invade my body. It looks longer than Jeff’s, perhaps as long as eight inches. But it isn’t much skinnier. If Jeff’s cock is an inch in diameter then this one is probably only about three quarters of an inch. I pray he won’t want to shove it down my throat but I tried to convince myself that at least if he does it may not be quite as painful. Stupid, I know. But even as beaten down as I am I still seem to need a straw to which I can cling in order to somehow convince myself it will minimize my pain and suffering.

My first thought as I leaned forward and wrapped my lips around another strange boy’s cock was to wonder who’s hiding me from the view of the mass of kids around us when two of these boys are holding my arms, another is kicking my pussy and a fourth is about to rape my mouth. I fear having witnesses to my degradation nearly as much as I fear the acts themselves.

As another strange cock slides across my tongue towards the entrance to my throat my second thought is that in the time that’s left before the bell rings there’s no way I’m going to be able to suck off all these boys. If they have hair triggers I might be able to go through four of them. Christ! That means I can pretty much count on another gang bang after school today. And this time it won’t be just three boys. In all likelihood all eight of these rapists will attend. Maybe I don’t need to commit suicide. At this rate it won’t be long before Jeff and his friends rape me to death.

I heard one of the boys in the circle refer to the boy whose cock was about to be forced down my throat as Terry, not that it really matters. It’s easier for me to keep track of what’s going on when I know their names, though. Looking back I’m not certain why I’d want to do that but it seemed important at the time.

Terry didn’t even hesitate. The head of his cock struck the back of my throat and kept on going. It hurt like hell but much of the pain I experienced was probably left over hurt from when Jeff forced his cock down my throat. It actually seemed slightly easier when Terry did it with his slightly thinner cock. It was enough easier that they didn’t have to hold me this time. I remained on my knees like a docile little slave girl, crying helplessly while another hard cock reamed out my throat and the boys around me showered me with obscene insults.

Terry swore quietly but lustfully as his cock filled my throat and my lips came to rest around the base of his cock. His entire body shuddered from the pleasurable sensations he was taking from my unwilling body. He paused for a few seconds and then drew back. It felt even more uncomfortable as his cock was pulled from my throat. I’m not accustomed to having things being removed from my throat. It’s a very unpleasant sensation. By the time he picked up the pace and started fucking my throat like he would a pussy I was starting to adjust. I may have to revise my estimate of how many of these rapists I’ll be able to satisfy, though. Terry couldn’t have lasted longer than three minutes. He slammed his cock down my throat one last time and groaned loudly. There was no foul taste, for which I was thankful. But I could feel his cock throbbing in my throat and it was very disconcerting.

I just had time to be thankful that at least I didn’t have to taste the nasty cream shooting out of his cock when there was another boy pushing him out of the way in his impatience to take his turn raping my throat.

The next two boys, Bill and Casey I think are their names, both have cocks about the size of Gary’s. Both of them are about six inches long and about an inch in diameter but without the sharp curve in the shaft. They both lasted a bit longer than Terry but even through the pain and the tears I knew they were reaching climax very quickly. I guess raping girls must be pretty exciting for them.

Unfortunately for Frank, the fourth boy waiting his turn to rape my mouth, it was decided that there isn’t enough time for the games to continue. Frank was very disappointed but graciously accepted Jeff’s offer to let him go first when they meet up at Jeff’s house after school.

They watched in amusement as I struggled to my feet but I didn’t get my dress back immediately. Jeff checked his watch and decided I could remain naked in their midst for a few more minutes before they had to return to the high school. I wiped my eyes with the backs of my forearms and as the boys passed me around the small circle groping my body to their heart’s content I found myself looking around at what I could see of the kids outside our circle. My heart began to race as I realized that all around us groups of kids are watching us. I wasn’t certain how much they were able to see while I was being gang raped right there in the school yard. I don’t know if they saw me on my knees sucking one cock after another. But they saw something or they heard something. They seem to know what was going on.

Jeff handed me my dress at long last, glanced at his watch and said, “You have forty-five seconds before we head back to class. How fast can you put that on?”

As it turns out, forty-five seconds is more than enough time. He cut so many buttons off this morning I only had to struggle with the five that remain. It was probably only thirty seconds, I was still struggling with the last button when Jeff turned and headed for the high school without another word. Gary, Smitty and the other four boys followed.

That left me alone with JD. Before I could stop myself I looked around at the faces of the kids staring at me with expressions ranging from lust to shock, from disgust to amusement. I saw everything but sympathy. JD grabbed my upper arm and we headed toward the intermediate school. As we made our way through the crowded schoolyard JD said, “You’re mine now, bitch. You belong to me until I turn you back over to Jeff after school. But I’m gonna be there for the gang bang. I’m gonna fuck you so hard we’re gonna have to carry you home on a stretcher. Until then we’ll have lots of fun, though. I missed the excitement this morning. But my friends have been telling me all about how much trouble you’re having keeping your shit covered in class.

“I’m gonna make things easier for you. Life will be a lot simpler once you get over your shyness. As soon as you stop trying to keep the guys from seeing your tits and your pussy you can just relax and let it all hang out.”

I think I must be just about cried out, at least for the moment. Even though I’m not certain how much worse he can make my life since there’s almost always a teacher in the classroom with the students, the mental picture he’s painting should have had me in tears again. Instead I stared at the ground in front of me and quietly responded, “But JD! They’ll send me home. I’ll get kicked out of school. If that happens they’ll call my parents. And if that happens everything comes out. Jeff won’t like that.”

If I were as smart as I thought that’s exactly what I would have wanted to happen. That or some other resolution to the awful situation I’m in. But all I can think about is how my parents would react if they were ever to see the recordings Jeff has made of the things I’ve already done. They would know I wasn’t a willing participant. They’d know I was raped. But I know they could never feel the same way about me again. I doubt if they could ever look at me and not picture cocks spewing semen into my mouth. I’m certain my parents would never be able to kiss me on the lips again if they were ever to see what Jeff and his friends have done to me.

JD doesn’t seem to care if I, and therefore Jeff get in trouble. The cocky sonofabitch shrugged and said, “Jeff is Jeff’s problem. The way I see it, if Jeff ends up locked up somewhere your ass will belong to me. He’s almost eighteen. They’ll lock him up for years. I just turned fifteen. If I get picked up they’ll put me in juvy. I doubt if I’d spend more than a month or two there. I’m just a sweet young boy, right?”

I don’t see it that way but I thought it better not to argue with him. The bottom line is that until something changes JD has nearly absolute power over me from the time school starts until I get home and Jeff takes control.

JD and I separated once inside the building. We went to our lockers and got the books we need for our afternoon classes. Our school has a split lunch period. We have the late lunch so we only have two classes in the afternoon. I took my time getting my books. I’m in no hurry to be in a room with JD. It wasn’t until I entered the room that I was once more faced with the humiliation I have to deal with each time I try to slide into one of those little student desks while wearing this mutilated dress. The ordeal I was subjected to over the lunch hour had wiped it right out of my mind.

Word of the new me must be spreading rapidly. As soon as I entered the room the normal dull roar that fills any classroom before the bell rings faded away almost instantly. Every eye in the room followed me to my seat. The teacher, Mr. Chase, looked up to see why everyone was suddenly silent. I wasn’t the only student entering the room just then. I just happen to be the only one dressed like a prostitute. Just like everyone else the teacher’s eyes locked on me and followed me to my seat.

Fortunately, my seat isn’t centrally located like it is in Mr. Citro’s class. I sit three seats from the front in the last row on the right. I’m not totally hidden from view but there are enough kids sitting between me and the teacher’s desk that he won’t be staring at my exposed pussy when I take my seat.

That doesn’t mean no one is watching. Half a dozen boys turned and watched as I quickly but carefully slid into my seat exposing my pussy and nearly exposing my left boob. I pulled myself together as much as possible, put one of my two text books under my seat and opened my book and my notebook. I took my time and studiously avoided meeting the eyes of anyone around me.

The bell finally rang and the boys staring at my pussy turned around in their seats. The ones who are in a position to do so without being too obvious continued to glance back throughout the class but there’s nothing I can do to cover myself so I tried not to think about it.

I glanced at Mr. Chase from time to time but for the most part I kept my eyes on my books. I never once glanced across the room to look at JD. But I could swear I felt his eye staring at me as though I were his prey. I suppose that’s what I am to him. I’m a helpless animal he’s intent on devouring.

I kind of feel like that now, like I’m being devoured by predators. It isn’t far from my new reality. The girl I was three weeks ago is quickly disappearing. I may not be getting devoured but I’m certainly being destroyed.

Just like I did in all my classes this morning I missed at least half of what was said in Mr. Chase’s class. But I got through it without any further embarrassing incidents and then there was only one more class to go. I stood up as soon as the bell rang having learned that it isn’t wise to be one of the few remaining students in the room. That only draws more attention to me. I filed out of the room with everyone else, ignoring the whispered comments about my dress and the occasional request for a date, assuming you can consider “hey babe, let’s go somewhere and fuck” a request for a date. I watched Mr. Chase out of the corner of my eye. He stared at me as I left the room. From the look on his face you’d think I was naked instead of just nearly naked.

JD caught up to me halfway to my next class. I knew it was him by the hand on my ass. I ignored him because I don’t really have a choice. His hand rested on my ass all the way down the corridor and remained there even as we entered the next classroom. He finally dropped his hand when he saw the teacher, Mr. Pope looking our way. Mr. Pope glanced at us, looked away and then did a dramatic double take as if he couldn’t believe what he just saw.

I’ve been dreading Mr. Pope’s class. He’s a nice enough teacher. But he’s a pacer. As he lectures he constantly moves up one aisle and down the next. I guess he does that to keep us on our toes. That means for the next fifty minutes I’m going to have to keep my knees pressed tightly together and I’m going to have to hold a book in my lap.

Just before the end of our lunch period I learned I have another reason to dread this class. On those rare days when JD bothers to come to school he’s in all but one of my classes. But unless there’s assigned seating he always sits as far away from the teacher as he possibly can. Mr. Pope, however, always makes certain JD is sitting very near the front so he can keep an eye on him. Unfortunately, he ended up one row over to my right and one seat up from me. I’ve never been comfortable being that close to him before my life went to hell in a handbasket. He’s disruptive. He’s a trouble maker on his best days. I have even more to fear since Jeff gave him so much power over me at lunch today.

I squeezed into my seat, placed the text book from Mr. Chase’s class in my lap and put my notebook and textbook on my desk. I did all this without looking around to see how many boys are enjoying the show. I’d rather not know. I sat there staring at the blank page in my open notebook and waiting for class to start until JD reached across the aisle and slid a piece of paper on my desk. I fought back the tears welling up in my eyes as I read his instructions. He drew a line about four inches long on the top of the paper. Under the line the note simply said, “I want your knees to remain this far apart. And put that damn book under your seat where it belongs.”

This is it. My life ends as soon as the bell rings and Mr. Pope begins walking around the room. I try to tell myself it’s probably for the best but I don’t believe me. I removed the book from my lap and placed it under my seat. I looked up at JD and slowly spread my knees apart until they were separated by about four inches. My pussy is perfectly framed by the wide V created thanks to the missing buttons at the bottom of my dress. The stark white flesh surrounding a part of my body which before today has never seen the light of day seems to draw the eye to my pussy which is more blatantly displayed because I’m no longer permitted to keep my thighs pressed firmly together. It now seems my only hope is that Mr. Pope will see my exposed sex and have a heart attack.

Of course Mr. Pope isn’t the only male in the room who’s being treated to the view. The girls seated nearby looked at me in disgust, blushed and turned away. Not the boys! In addition to JD, four of my male classmates have a seat with a view. Two of them have seen it before in earlier classes, although not so blatantly displayed as it is now. The other two are seeing my pussy for the first time. I don’t see any sign that either of them is inclined to complain.

The bell rang and Mr. Pope looked around to see if everyone was present and in their seats. As he usually does he made a point of checking on JD. Even if JD does make it to school in the morning he has a tendency to skip the last class of the day. Everyone realizes the only reason JD is still in school is that he can’t quit until his sixteenth birthday. He skips school as often as he attends. He doesn’t do his homework. He doesn’t take notes or follow the lessons in his book. He doesn’t study for tests. He gave up a long time ago and there’s nothing anyone can do about it.

Mr. Pope stood up and started talking. I tried to pay attention as he began to pace the room. I want desperately to take my mind off of what’s surely going to happen when he gets to my seat and looks down to discover my exposed pussy. Even if he doesn’t say anything until after class it’s going to be extremely embarrassing. But even worse, Mr. Pope isn’t “cool” like Mr. Citro. There isn’t a chance in hell he isn’t going to escort me to the office and explain to the principal that I’m not wearing underwear. He’ll tell the principal and god only knows who else that I exposed myself in class and that can only end one way. JD is about to get me expelled.

But then, as hard as it is to believe, my situation became even worse. JD slid another note onto my desk. I almost decided the hell with it and just got up and left the room when I saw it. The note simply said, “Pull one side of your dress to the side just enough that he can see your nipple when he walks by.”

Fuck! Why the hell doesn’t he just tell me to take the fucking thing off!!

But I’m already broken. I do what I’m told. I’m still a coward. That hasn’t changed. I didn’t even look around to see if anyone was watching. I eased the left side of my dress open and out away from my chest far enough that it’s covering my nipple if viewed straight on. But from his position looking down on me when he gets to my aisle he’ll have a clear view of my nipple. I waited then without hearing another word he was saying as he slowly made his way around the room teaching a lesson neither JD nor I can hear. JD never listens anyway and the blood is pounding so loudly in my ears I can’t hear anything.

It probably took about ten minutes for Mr. Pope to slowly meander up and down the aisles until he reached me. He started on the far side and walked up and down each aisle, stopping frequently. Sometimes he’d look down at a nearby student, sometimes he’d turn and address the class in general. He does the same thing every day.

I glanced around the room nervously and I suddenly realized that by now everyone in the room knows how exposed I am whether they’ve seen it or not. I’m probably all anyone’s been talking about today. They’re all watching, eagerly anticipating Mr. Pope’s reaction when he comes to me. They weren’t disappointed. He came to a stop beside my chair and glanced down. He looked back up and then it hit him. He realized what he just saw; my left breast and my pussy. The poor man stopped talking in the middle of a word and turned dark, dark red. He stuttered for a moment, uttering meaningless sounds and looking very much like he might faint.

The silence was deafening for a long minute. The other kids were struggling not to laugh. JD sat there smiling and gloating at what he’d achieved. I’m quite sure I turned as red as Mr. Pope. I knew the next words out of his mouth were going to be to send me to the office. I was as shocked as everyone else when he suddenly returned to his desk, sat down and in a strained voice he ordered us to read the next chapter in our textbook.

I looked down at my book but I’m in too much turmoil to read. Apparently everyone else is, too. I watched him out of the corner of my eye. For a good ten minutes he stared straight ahead with glassy eyes. The color in his face began to slowly fade but it never returned to his normal shade of pasty white. He seemed to be forcing himself not to look in my direction. At last he took some papers from his brief case and set them in front of him. He picked up the top sheet from time to time and glanced at it. But eventually he set it back down and stared off into space. He didn’t get to his feet again. And he didn’t say another word. He didn’t even give us a homework assignment after the bell rang the way he normally does.

Everyone else filed out of the room as though nothing had happened. JD got up when almost everyone but Mr. Pope was gone and said, “Come on. Let’s go.”

I sighed and said, “I have to go see Mr. Citro. He ordered me to come to his room after school.”

“I know. I’m going with you. Let’s go.”

I stood up and glanced over at poor Mr. Pope. He’s staring at me now. I can’t tell what he’s thinking, though. He still seems to be in shock. I still can’t believe he’s just letting me go. He didn’t even call me up to his desk and yell at me!

I followed JD to Mr. Citro’s room, even more worried now that this young, budding criminal is going to accompany me. The corridor is clogged with kids taking things from and putting things into their lockers. There’s so much noise I couldn’t have heard myself think had I been capable of rational thought. I’m only just aware of my surroundings enough to notice the occasional hand reaching out and squeezing one of the cheeks of my ass as I went past. It’s starting to become so common to be groped that way that it’s hardly even traumatic any longer. It’s annoying. But I’m much too concerned with whatever is about to take place in Mr. Citro’s room to do more than register the fact that boys are groping me.

We entered Mr. Citro’s classroom and JD shut the door. Mr. Citro looked up from the papers on his desk and smiled wryly when he saw JD. He leaned back with a friendly smile on his face and exclaimed, “JD! Overslept again today I see. We missed your smiling face this morning. I’m about to have a talk with Miss Anderson. What are you going to try to weasel me out of this afternoon?”

JD smiled back and calmly sauntered over to Mr. Citro’s desk. The two hate each other but to stand off to the side and watch them together you’d think they were the best of friends. JD came to a stop in front of the desk and said, “I don’t need a thing, Mr. Citro. Well, just one small thing really. But it’s only a small favor, something I think you’ll be happy to grant me. First let’s discuss what I can do for you.

“As you know, I’m one of those cockeyed optimists who see only the best in people. I’m reasonably certain you asked Cass to come see you after school to talk to her about her sexy outfit. Aw hell! I think we both know what you really had in mind was talking her out of it.”

Mr. Citro didn’t react at all. I couldn’t help but notice, though, that he didn’t deny it. He remained in his chair, leaning back with that same phony smile on his face. Both of them are ignoring me and I wouldn’t have it any other way. But I don’t care for the direction this conversation seems to be taking.

When Mr. Citro didn’t contradict him JD continued, “I’m here to save you a lot of time and trouble.”

He turned and waved me closer. I crossed the room on shaking legs. When I was close enough he reached out and pulled me around in front of him. I stared at the empty blackboard behind Mr. Citro as JD reached around me with both hands and slowly unbuttoned the remaining buttons holding my dress together. I tensed up, waiting for Mr. Citro to explode; to stand up, grab me and JD by the back of the neck and drag us to the principal’s office. Nothing! Not a sound, not a move. He sat there and watched in silence.

As JD worked his fingers down the short row of buttons he said, “If I weren’t here you’d have had to dance around it, feeling her out, making certain you could get a little without getting in any trouble. I’m saving you from having to do all that.”

At that point he pulled my dress off and moved over to stand beside me. I had to know what Mr. Citro was thinking of all this, though I’m all but certain I already know. One quick look at his face was inconclusive. He’s still wearing that same phony smile. But with only a quick look at his eyes it was clear to me that JD understands Mr. Citro much better than I do. It kind of made me sick that Mr. Citro, one of my all time favorite teachers is ogling me just like all the teenage boys to whom I’ve been forced to expose myself.

There was a long silence while my Social Studies teacher’s eyes explored my naked body. Then he turned back to JD and asked, “What is it exactly that you’re offering me? And what’s the small favor you want in return?”