Chapter 6

After everything that happened yesterday I decided wearing a dress with buttons down the front isn’t the smartest thing to do. After showering and taking the last of the morning after pills Dr. Crane gave me when I went to see him after the first rape I put on a miniskirt and a blouse. I still feel half naked without underwear but I know better than to disobey Jeff’s orders. I can’t even think Jeff’s name without hearing the horrifying sound that prod makes when he pulls the trigger.

I went down to breakfast. Dad seemed blithely unaware but I felt my mother staring at me intently all through the meal. I kept my eyes on my plate and counted the seconds until it was time to leave for school. I feared that using a mother’s extraordinary powers she could somehow deduce that I’m not wearing underwear. My blouse is buttoned all the way up and isn’t the least bit transparent. But her piercing eyes seemed to know. I had trouble breathing, waiting for the interrogation to start. She didn’t say a word, though. She didn’t even ask again if I’m alright.

I put my glass and plate in the sink, grabbed my book bag and purse and said goodbye. Dad said goodbye but mom just stared. She knows something is wrong; something bad is happening to me. She just doesn’t know what it is or what to do about it.

As soon as I closed the front door behind me I unbuttoned three buttons on my blouse and hiked my already very short skirt up a little. I glanced at my reflection in the storm door and two things were immediately apparent. My skirt is much too short and I’m exposing far too much cleavage. Unfortunately, I know Jeff won’t be satisfied. It doesn’t matter, though. I can’t bring myself to make any further adjustments on my own. He’s going to have to make me bare more of my body.

Jeff is again parked down the block waiting for me. I knew he’d be there. I was expecting this. But even so I felt my blood begin to pound in my head when I saw his car. He’s waiting for me. It’s starting again, another long day of humiliation and abuse.

I didn’t wait to be told. I went directly to the passenger door and got in. He examined my skirt and blouse, shook his head and sighed. I didn’t bother to say anything. I don’t doubt I could climb into his car naked and he’d be dissatisfied because I wasn’t barefoot.

He didn’t touch me and he didn’t say a word until we got out of the car in the student parking lot. He made me stand in front of him and with a throng of students walking by he unbuttoned another button on my blouse and then paused to decide if that would satisfy him.

I didn’t look down. I didn’t have to. I know my blouse is unbuttoned to below the level of my breasts now. He reached up and spread my blouse open a little farther and said keep it like that. I finally had to know. I glanced down and was instantly certain I’ll end up in the principal’s office today. Mr. Citro certainly won’t object. Pope might have a stroke but I doubt if any of the male teachers will complain, not even him. Until yesterday I don’t think it ever occurred to me how many of my teachers are men, all but one. That’s pretty unusual.

Mrs. Phillips, however, is surely going to send me to the office when she sees me. I pointed that out to Jeff and reminded him if that happens my parents will almost certainly become involved. He just grinned and said, “We’ll see. If that happens you just remember those movies I have. If anyone asks you why you’re dressed like a slut you just tell them you were feeling slutty. You mention me and I’ll get in trouble. But I’ll see to it that everyone in this fucking town sees those movies.”

I lost again. I knew I would. And then things got even worse. JD came strutting up, anxious to take over control from Jeff. They talked for a minute or two and then we split up and headed for our respective schools. As soon as I started walking, JD’s hand came to rest on my ass. I heard kids snickering all around us but I stared at the ground in front of me and walked toward the intermediate school as though I were deaf.

It didn’t occur to me until we were almost to the door that Jeff hadn’t ordered me to meet him at lunch time. I guess he’s through with me until I leave for the football game after dinner tonight, though somehow I doubt very much I’ll be watching kids playing ball.

I let JD lead me toward the school without giving it a lot of thought. I’m more concerned about all the kids I know, and all the kids I don’t know for that matter, seeing me walking around with a boy’s hand on my ass than with my destination. It never even occurred to me we weren’t headed toward class until he led me past the door and around the building to the deserted football field.

My heart dropped, expecting him to demand another blowjob from me before school starts. But it was even worse than I feared. He led me under the bleachers and ordered me to bend over and grab onto one of the nearby girders for support. I meekly obeyed. I’m long past doing anything else. The tears started when he flipped my skirt up over my ass and ordered me to spread my legs. I heard him unfastening his pants. He moved closer, sliding his hard cock between my thighs and quietly informing me, “I didn’t have time to stick around and fuck you last night at Jeff’s house. The blowjob was great but I had a hard on all night thinking about slipping my cock into your tight little cunt.”

And then he did. I grunted in pain as he thrust his cock into my dry, unprepared sex. Only after he entered me did I suddenly remember I’m going to the clinic after school. I grunted again with his second violent thrust and then pleaded, “Please, JD. Please don’t cum in me. I’m going to the clinic after school to get a prescription for birth control pills. I can’t go there with a guy’s cum in me! Please.”

He didn’t respond to my pleas but five minutes of violent fucking later he suddenly pulled his cock out of me and in between panting breaths he demanded, “Down bitch! If you don’t want it all over your face then you’ve got about three seconds to wrap your lips around my cock!”

I immediately turned and dropped to my knees in front of him. Only then did I notice two of JD’s friends standing ten feet away watching me, nearly naked, submissively obeying JD like the sex toy I’ve become. But I have no choice but to ignore them. If I don’t get the end of his cock in my mouth quickly I’m going to be wearing his semen on my face and my blouse. I leaned forward and took his slick, juicy cock into my mouth just in time. The moment I closed my lips around the shaft the first spurt of hot semen hit the roof of my mouth.

I swallowed automatically. So many boys have climaxed in my mouth so many times in the last few weeks that I did what I had to do without even thinking. I continued to swallow as he sprayed my mouth with blast after blast of thick, disgusting cum.

I swallowed the last of it and he backed away, putting his semi-erect cock back in his jeans without a word now that he’s finished using me. I remained on my knees, fearing JD’s friends would also be using me. Apparently not, though. They started to turn away and I sighed with the relief that at least for now it was over. But it wasn’t. Not quite. One of the boys stopped, turned back to look at her and said, “Hang on, JD. I wanna good look at her tits.”

JD shrugged and ordered me to stand up and hold my blouse open. It wasn’t difficult. It’s already unbuttoned almost all the way. Well, it’s still difficult. A shudder ran through me as I put my tits on display for two more strange boys.

The boy who asked to see them shook his head, sighed and exclaimed, “Damn! I wish we had more time.”

JD grinned at him and replied, “Don’t worry, dude. You’ll get your chance.”

They turned and walked away. I checked my watch and groaned. I have almost no time left before school starts. Thankfully I came prepared today. I dug through my purse, pulled out a moist wipe and cleaned my crotch as best I could. I disposed of the wipe and popped two mints in my mouth to take away the taste and the smell of semen. That’s the best I can do without going home, showering and brushing my teeth. I hurried toward school just as the first bell rang, straightening my only two articles of clothing as I went.

The rest of the morning went surprisingly well, right up until the last class before lunch. It wasn’t like a regular day before Jeff ruined my life. I was stared at by every boy I got close to. I was groped constantly as I changed classes. My pussy was on display when I was seated and far too much of my braless breasts were on display. Every girl I saw, even girls who were once my friends, glared at me as if I were what Jeff is turning me into, a slut.

But all hell broke loose when I entered Mrs. Carr’s class just before lunch. She looked at me, turned bright red and summoned me to the front of the class. Right there in front of everyone she hissed, “I have to put up with a lot of ... crap! from you kids. But I absolutely refuse to put up with this. Report to the office ... now!! I refuse to spend time in a room with a slut like you! I’m shocked Miss Anderson. You’re the last girl I would have expected to dress like a prostitute. I assumed yesterday was an aberration. I don’t know what’s come over you but I won’t tolerate it! Go! Now!!”

I turned dark, dark red, hurried to my desk, grabbed my books and all but ran from the room wishing desperately that I could disappear. She got up, went to the phone on the wall by the door and called the office to tell them I was on the way and why. I’ll admit I have mixed feelings. I want Jeff’s hold over me to be broken. The thought of spending an entire school year living like this is unbearable. But if everything comes out I’ll be destroyed. My family will be destroyed. I’ll never be able to look my parents in the eye again.

Before going to the office I stopped at a nearby water fountain. I rested my books on the fountain, buttoned my blouse all the way up and rolled my skirt back down. I did what I could to make myself slightly more presentable but in a voice full of outrage, no doubt heard by the entire class, I can still hear Mrs. Carr on the phone telling whoever was on the other end of the line how much of me was on display when I entered her classroom and describing what I wore yesterday. The damage was done.

Everyone was staring at the door when I entered the outer office. They’re all obviously aware of the phone call from Mrs. Carr. After looking me over several of the women behind the counter looked at each other and shrugged. But the vice principal wasn’t fooled. He waved me into his office and ordered me to shut the door.

When I was standing in front of his desk he looked me over quickly and said, “Put your books down.”

Carefully, bending my knees rather than bending down to avoid flashing my ass, I placed my books on one of the chairs in front of his desk.

“Return your clothing to the state it was in when you left Mrs. Carr’s classroom and take a seat.”

Blushing furiously, certain now that life as I once knew it has come to an end, I rolled my skirt up and unbuttoned most of the buttons on my blouse. Even though I know the effort is futile, I struggled mightily to keep my knees pressed tightly together and hold my skirt down while I sat in one of the two wooden chairs in front of his desk. Not only was I unable to keep my pussy covered, but I was concentrating so hard on the effort that for a long moment I was unaware that my right breast was almost totally exposed. As soon as I realized it I quickly pulled the sides of my blouse together.

He stared at me for a long moment and then sighed loudly. Finally he exclaimed, “What in the world has come over you Miss Anderson?!! You’ve always been one of our best students. You’ve never been in trouble, not once as far as I know. Please, explain; make me understand why out of the blue you come to school dressed like a ... dressed like that!”

All I could do was stare at the floor at my feet because there’s only one explanation and I can’t tell him what it is. I know I should. It’s my way out of the mess I’m in. If everything comes out the boys who are raping me will be punished. After that, even if they don’t go to jail they’ll have to leave me alone. But I can’t say a word. I can’t let my parents find out what I’ve done or, worse yet, be exposed to those DVDs.

I may be busted now. Everything will probably come out. The vice principal will contact my parents and one way or another everyone will learn the truth. But I can’t bring myself to say the words.

Mr. Horne looked down at his desk. Using a yellow highlighter he drew lines across a sheet of paper in front of him. While he was doing that he quietly said, “Stand up and put your clothing back in order.”

By the time I finished he was sliding a copy of the school’s dress code across the desk to me with all the provisions I just violated highlighted in bright yellow. I picked it up and he said, “I’m supposed to call your parents. I’m supposed to recommend that you be suspended. If this happens again I’ll be forced to do those things. But I can’t bring myself to take those drastic actions this time. I don’t know the reason for this aberration in your otherwise perfect behavior. I do know this is totally out of character for you. I trust this warning will suffice. Go home now. I expect that after today you’ll come to school dressed in compliance with the dress code.”

I quietly thanked him, grabbed my books and rushed from the room. I stopped at my locker for my book bag and the books I need to take home with me. Then I hurried home. All the way home I wondered if it might not have been for the best if the truth had come out. I changed clothes, got my bike out and headed for the free clinic as fast as I could pedal.

The process of obtaining a prescription for birth control pills turned out to be every bit as humiliating as I knew it would be. I filled out dozens of forms and spent hours waiting around. It looked very much for a long time as though they were going to refuse because of my age. But at last, after being lectured and counseled by what seemed like everyone in the building, I ended up walking out of there with a prescription which I immediately took to the drug store. They didn’t ask me a single question when I handed them my prescription but it was embarrassing nonetheless. It was as though I handed them a piece of paper that says, “I’m having sex.”

I thought about asking for a few more morning after pills at some point in that lengthy process. But my period is due to start in the next four or five days so it seems unnecessary. At least I can avoid that one little embarrassment.

I was the only customer in the drug store but it still took them half an hour to put my prepackaged pills in a little paper bag and sell them to me. I know they have to be careful but damn!

I rode straight home. I left my watch home when I changed to go to the clinic so I wasn’t sure what time it was but it seemed like hours since I was sent to the principal’s office. As I neared my house my suspicions were confirmed. I saw Jeff’s car parked at the curb. I pulled my bike into the driveway and parked it in the garage. I closed the garage door and paused to gather my courage. I knew I had to have a talk with Jeff about what happened today. I also knew there wasn’t a chance in hell I’d be able to have that talk without getting raped again before he let me go home.

The decision was taken from my hands when he opened his side door and waved me inside. I crossed his driveway and went inside. He was waiting for me in the kitchen. He looked at the way I was dressed and growled, “Who the hell said you could wear pants?!”

I explained that I had to go to the clinic and the drug store so I needed my bike. He glared at me and snarled, “I don’t give a fuck. Not my problem. Strip!”

As I hurriedly undressed he warned, “I better not ever catch you wearing pants or shorts again.”

I undressed, revealing the fact that I’m wearing a bra and panties, too. He glared at me and snarled, “That goes for your fuckin’ underwear, too! Are you trying to goad me into taking my girl prod to you again? If you’re beginning to enjoy it I’ll have to start using a higher setting.”

I whispered, “No,” as I removed my bra and panties. I wanted to explain again that I went to the clinic. I had to wear underwear. But I knew he wouldn’t care.

As soon as I was naked he asked, “What the hell happened today?”

I stood there naked and told him what happened in Mrs. Carr’s class. I told him what happened in the vice principal’s office and what Mr. Horne said would happen if I was sent to his office again. I made it clear that if that happened, if he involved my parents, everything would come out. It wouldn’t be up to me once he made that phone call.

I was certain that after today he’d have to allow me to dress normally when I went to school. I was wrong. After a taking a moment to think about it he shrugged and said, “Okay. From now on you can take your underwear with you in your purse. Put it on before Carr’s class and take it off afterward.”

“I won’t have time!”

“Then you’re going to be late for class a lot, bitch. Now get over here and suck my cock.”

I went around the table and dropped to my knees at his feet. He slid his chair out from the table a little farther and waited for me to unfasten his pants and free his cock. While I was doing that he said, “I changed my mind about what you should wear tonight. I want you wearing one of your normal outfits when you leave the house after dinner, a nice, modest dress and a bra and panties. You can skip the pantyhose.”

I nodded. What choice do I have? I don’t suppose it matters. No matter what I wear when I leave the house I doubt if I’ll be wearing it for long. I freed his cock without too much trouble. It’s still soft which makes it easier to get out. But then I had to work just that much harder to get him hard and get this over with.

I tried to let my mind wander while I sucked Jeff’s cock. Unfortunately, the places to which my mind wandered were at least as unpleasant as giving him another blowjob. I worried about frantically undressing in the girl’s restroom before Mrs. Carr’s class five days a week so I can put my underwear on before I enter her classroom. I know she’ll be watching me like a hawk. She has already made it quite clear that she isn’t a forgiving soul.

Considering how difficult it can sometimes be to get a stall in the mad rush between classes it’s inevitable that there will be days when I’m late for class. That’s going to be a problem. Until today she has always given me the impression she likes me at least as well as she likes any of her students. Granted, she really is a witch and I can’t say she actually liked me. But she hates me now. I don’t see her cutting me any slack.

But of course that’s a problem for next week. My big worry now is what Jeff has planned for me tonight and on every Friday from now on when I’m supposed to be going to ball games. I know he doesn’t just want me to come along and sit beside him in the bleachers while he watches the games.