Chapter 7

And then it started for real. I felt her hands on the zipper of my dress. I found myself holding my breath as she pulled my zipper down almost in slow motion. Up until that moment, or at least since I saw her enter the room, I’ve been so distracted by Lana I’ve all but forgotten about our audience. Most of these boys have already seen me naked or at least in the case of two of my classmates, seen glimpses of my exposed breasts and pussy. Far too many of them have already had sex with me. That doesn’t matter. I’m still extremely embarrassed that all these horny boys are about to see me naked, especially the boys who are watching my clothing being removed for the first time. I doubt ... no, I hope there will never come a time when this isn’t embarrassing.

I think, though, I’m most embarrassed by the presence of Wayne and Scott. It’s always embarrassing when I’m forced to undress in front of a boy ... or boys. And I’m always humiliated when someone else undresses me or reaches under my clothing to grope me. But the humiliation is always more intense when I know the boy; when it’s a boy I’ve considered my friend, when it’s a boy who has been my classmate for years.

Now, however, I’ve discovered something even more intensely humiliating. Standing before a large group of boys while a woman undresses me, a woman who is going to rape me. I’ve only the vaguest concept of what she’ll make me do. That doesn’t make it any less terrifying. I’m nearly as frightened as I was when Jeff raped me for the first time.

Lana eased my dress down off my shoulders then pushed it down over my hips and let it fall to the floor around my feet. She pressed her body against my back and reached around to cup my small, bra covered breasts. She squeezed them lightly and whispered, “You look like a little girl. If they didn’t tell me you just turned fifteen I’d have guessed you were closer to twelve. You look so young and virginal. I’m going to enjoy the hell out of this. And when I’m done with you I’m going to stick around and watch all those boys gangbang your cute little ass. My pussy’s drooling just from thinking about watching all those hard cocks tear your ass up!”

She chuckled and added, “My ol’ man could make a fuckin’ fortune pimping your little ass out. I wonder if these meatheads would consider selling you.”

This cruel woman’s words are nearly as terrifying as Jeff’s girl prod! While I don’t think Jeff would actually sell me I only think that because he knows he’d eventually be found out if he tried. That thought doesn’t reassure me, though. I’m pretty certain he’d seriously consider, if not selling me, at least renting me out on occasion if he thought he could get away with it. He might easily be enticed into working something out with Lana’s pimp if he thought he could make some money without getting into trouble.

Lana’s fingers grasped the clasp holding my bra in place but before she unfastened it she whispered, “Did your mama buy your underwear for you, little girl? Most girls look stupid in little girl underwear like this. Not you. You look so young and innocent and sexy. Look around the room. Look at all those horny teenage boys. They want to watch you eat my pussy. Guys get a big kick out of watching shit like that. But that’s just entertainment. That’s just foreplay. What they really want is to fuck your sweet little ass. They gonna wear your ass out when I finish with you. That’s a lotta teenage dick already hard and drippin’ all that shit in their pants. Yeah, baby. You gonna leave here walkin’ funny tonight.”

She was still chuckling as she finally unhooked my bra and slid it down and off. She reached around, cupped my tits and said, “Look at those little girl tits! I know a bunch of old farts that’d pay a fuckin’ fortune to get their sweaty hands on these cute little things. Them old guys are all into young stuff. Fuckin’ little girls like you makes ‘em feel all big and strong and virile. I’m gonna hafta tell my pimp about your sweet little ass. I bet he’d make so much money sellin’ you I could fuckin’ retire!”

Her fingers moved down to the waistband of my panties and she whispered, “Time to get this show on the road. It looks like your fans are gettin’ impatient.”

She slid my panties down and I stood there naked in front all those boys. She walked around me again, stopping in front of me to ask, “Who does this little bitch belong to?”

Jeff responded, proudly replying that I’m his. She looked over her shoulder at him and said, “She ain’t got much hair on her cunt. But she’d look a lot sexier without it. Don’t shave it, though. I know someone who’ll wax her. You keep waxing her and pretty soon she won’t have no hair down there and it won’t ever come back. She’ll have a bald pussy for the rest of her life. She’ll always look like a little girl. I’ll give you the guy’s number before I leave.”

I glanced at Jeff. I have to hope he’ll politely ignore her suggestions. When I saw the look in his eyes, though, I knew he was interested. I’m going to have to find a reason why he can’t possibly do what this woman is suggesting. I don’t want my hair jerked out. I want it right where it is. And even if I did want it done I wouldn’t want a guy to do it!

Lana turned her attention back to me and said, “Okay little girl. It’s your turn now. Take my clothes off. Let’s show all your horny boyfriends what a real woman looks like. Give ‘em something to think about while they’re fuckin’ your scrawny ass.”

I stepped out of my dress and panties. They’re still gathered around my ankles. I kicked them out of the way so I won’t trip over them. Keeping my eyes down to avoid looking at the cruel look of excitement on her face I reached up and unbuttoned her blouse. I spread it open and slid it down off her shoulders. She isn’t wearing a bra. I stared at her large, chocolaty brown breasts and her large, erect, dark black nipples while I carefully folded her blouse. There’s no furniture of any kind nearby so I carefully placed her folded blouse on top of the small pile of my own discarded clothing.

I stood back up and started to go around her to unfasten her skirt. She smiled and said, “No. Put your arms around me. Reach behind me and unfasten my skirt.”

I slowly edged closer. Although she’s an imposing figure, Lana is only slightly taller than me. Her large breasts line up with my smaller ones almost perfectly. I pressed my breasts against hers, edging closer until I was able to reach around and grasp the button holding her micro miniskirt in place. Of course I’ve never come into contact with another woman’s naked breasts before. It feels very strange, not at all like the experience of having a male’s chest pressing against my breasts.

She chuckled at my obvious discomfort and said, “You don’t like that, do you? It makes you uncomfortable to push up against another woman’s tits. Get used to it, bitch. You’re gonna be an expert on my tits before I’m done with you. You’re gonna know how they feel and how they taste. I might even try working one of ‘em up inside of your tight little cunt before I’m done with you. I never fucked a bitch with my titty before. I doubt if I’d get off on it but it’d be fun making you lick my tit clean when I’m done.”

A few minutes ago she said she would have come here tonight for free. I can tell she wasn’t kidding. She really enjoys toying with me. Her mind seems to work just like the minds of all those horny boys who seem to be attacking me from every direction now that Jeff has turned my life upside down. There doesn’t seem to be an ounce of pity in her.

I unbuttoned her skirt and slid the zipper down. It fit her like a glove. I had to really tug on it to get it down over her hips, partially removing her panties in the process. She pulled her underwear back into place while I folded her skirt neatly and carefully placed it on her blouse. There remained only her bright purple bikini panty to remove. I reached for the waistband but she slapped my hands away and ordered, “On your knees, bitch.”

I obediently dropped to my knees but before I could again reach for her waistband she thrust her hips forward slightly and with her panty covered pubic mound just inches from my face she demanded, “Kiss me.”

I’m not really certain what I was thinking at that moment. I actually think I was so freaked out by what I’m about to have to do that I wasn’t thinking at all. I stared at the place where her purple panties are pulled tight over her pussy. I want to look away but I can’t help staring at the barely visible vertical crease so close to the tip of my nose. I had just enough time to take a deep breath, sucking down a double lungful of her strong perfume or cologne when she slapped the top of my head and snarled, “I said kiss me, bitch! Don’t piss me off! After all the nasty shit these boys been puttin’ in your mouth lately you shouldn’t have no trouble eatin’ a little pussy. You’re probably gonna find out you enjoy it. You look like a natural born pussy eater to me.”

I tried to tell myself I can do this. It’s just a piece of cloth. My lips won’t actually come into contact with her flesh ... yet. Apparently I wasn’t very convincing. My entire body shuddered in revulsion as I leaned forward and lightly touched my lips to the center of the purple cloth stretched tightly over her pubic mound.

Once again I’ve become so focused on my current unpleasant situation that I’ve almost forgotten about our audience. But their whispered comments and immature laughter reminded me of their presence. Even worse, I know that somewhere nearby a digital movie camera is recording my humiliation.

I didn’t let my lips linger over Lana’s mound. As soon as I felt I had satisfied the spirit of her perverse command I straightened up. Or at least I started to. She grabbed a fist full of my hair and jerked my head back so that I was looking up into her cruel face. She snarled, “Did I say you were finished, cunt?!”

Before I could respond she leaned over until her nose was nearly touching mine. Through my tears I stared into her eyes as she hissed, “The next time you disobey me I’m gonna teach you some manners. I understand one of these guys has a cattle prod he likes to use on you. I gotta tell ya, that sounds like a lotta fun to me. I think it’s only fair to warn you first. You won’t get a second warning.”

She straightened up and released her painful grip on my hair. I murmured quietly under my breath, “Oh god. I don’t deserve this.”

I wasn’t quiet enough. She heard me. She chuckled and replied, “That’s what makes it so much fun, stupid.”

I wiped the tears from my eyes with the backs of my forearms and slowly leaned forward again. I pursed my lips and touched them to the soft, silky nylon covering her mound and began to kiss her lightly. It’s just cloth. It’s just cloth. It’s just cloth ... it’s just a very thin piece of nylon covering a woman’s vagina! I feel the heat from her sex. Even through the strong scent of her perfume I can detect the faint, musky aroma emanating from her. Surprisingly, it isn’t unpleasant. But still, it’s a vagina and it’s separated from my lips by a piece of cloth so thin I couldn’t even measure it. I may as well be touching my lips to her flesh!

I moved my lips around, covering her mound with light kisses; the kind of kiss you might give your father when you kiss him on cheek before going to bed at night. At first I’m not aware of much beyond the strong aroma of her perfume. After about thirty seconds of moving my lips around the tight, purple covering over her mound I come to realize she must shave her pussy. I don’t detect any trace of pubic hair under her panties.

I’m so caught up in trying hard not to think about what I’m doing that I almost didn’t hear her when she quietly ordered me to stop kissing and start licking. I paused for a second when her words sank in. But I quickly obeyed before she had time to use my brief pause as an excuse to zap me with that horrible girl prod or cattle prod or whatever the hell it is. I took a deep breath, held it and then ran the tip of my tongue up through the barely discernible crease running up through the center of the V formed by the cloth covering her mound. I detected no identifiable taste. Instead, I was more aware of the sensation of the silky fabric passing under my tongue and the heat from her body.

It may have been just my imagination but I think she really is becoming more aroused. It seems as though the light undercurrent of musk I detected a few minutes ago is becoming stronger. It isn’t overpowering. It isn’t even unpleasant. It’s just something I’d rather not experience. I think I might almost prefer that we skip this and get right down to the gang rape. I want this horrible evening to be over with. Let me skip this sex show. Let those thirteen boys rape me so Jeff can take me home.

If only wishing could make things happen. I continued to move my tongue over the front of Lana’s panties until she chuckled and said, “It’s going to taste a little different the next time you do that.”

She turned around and with the prominent cheeks of her ass nearly touching the tip of my nose she ordered, “Take ‘em off.”

I suppressed a groan and reached for the waistband of her panties. It was impossible not to look at the flesh I uncovered as I slowly pulled them down. Her ass is right in my face. There’s no way of avoiding it. I stared at the crack between the prominent cheeks of her bubble-butt as I worked her panties down to the floor. She stepped out of them and I picked them up very carefully. Holding them gingerly by just the side of the elastic waistband I placed them down on the small pile of clothing beside me.

In my peripheral vision I saw Smitty come closer and squat down with that fucking camera about two feet from my face. I’m sure he got a good close-up of the shocked expression on my face when Lana stood there and calmly ordered, “Run your tongue up and down through the crack of my ass a couple of times before you spread my cheeks and eat me out. You better not hold back either, bitch. I wanna feel at least an inch of your little pink tongue up inside of me.”

Now I know I’m going to be sick!! I thought Jeff was a fucking pervert! And I know from the tone of her voice she isn’t kidding! She actually wants me to ... god! I can’t even think it!

I wasn’t aware of time passing but I guess I must have taken too long to process her latest order and make myself obey. I was still staring at the crack of her ass when she asked, “Who has that prod you been using on her? I guess she’s a lot dumber than I thought.”

Jeff stepped forward and handed it to her. As she took it from him he advised, “I’d recommend you make sure you aren’t touching her when you pull the trigger.”

She stepped forward and turned to face me. I looked up to see her examining the girl prod with a grin on her face. I know I’ve fucked up again but it isn’t really my fault. I held out my hands in supplication and pleaded, “Please. I didn’t refuse. I wouldn’t, honest! I’m going to do what you want. It ... it just came as a shock to me! Please. I’ve never done ... what you told me to do. It was a shock. Please don’t use that thing. Please! It hurts so bad!”

She ignored me and asked Jeff, “It’s set on two. Is one the highest or the lowest?”

“One is the lowest. Five is the highest. Until tonight I’ve only used one. I figure if I still need it to make her do shit it’s time to up the dosage.”

“How many times have you used it on her?”

“Only a few. She’s always real obedient after that. Apparently it’s necessary to keep getting her attention every now and then. But that’s okay. I enjoy the hell out of it.”

She held it out away from her body and pulled the trigger. I almost peed myself when the electricity arced between the two poles at the end and that horrible crackling sound filled the air. I’m sobbing loudly now and I continued to plead with her to give me another chance. Unfortunately, she was apparently swayed more by the urging of all the boys around us to zap me, that and her own obvious desire to torment me with it. Through my tears I saw her extend her arm toward me. I thought at first she was going to touch it to my breast. I was almost relieved when she worked it into my armpit instead and pulled the trigger.

As it turned out she has some idea of what she’s doing. She may not have ever seen a prod before. But she knows where the flesh is most tender and sensitive. I would have thought it would have been much worse on my breast. I was wrong.

I opened my mouth to scream but only air came out. I collapsed into a ball on the floor and lay there twitching, panting, gasping for breath and whimpering all at the same time. The boys either laughed their asses off or made obscene remarks and tried to goad Lana into letting me have another dose. I heard more than one boy pleading with her to shove it in my cunt and pull the trigger. She ignored them, thank god. She squatted down by my head, caressed my hair and quietly said, “That turned me the fuck on! I get the impression you aren’t as fond of it as I am. So I’m going to suggest you show a little more enthusiasm from now on because I’d love to do that again. Now get back up on your fuckin’ knees you stupid cunt. Remember what I said, no more warnings. I think you probably know I’m serious about that now.”

It took me a couple of tries. My mind gave the orders but at first my body refused to obey. My entire body seemed to be quivering and not entirely under control as I struggled to straighten out, turn over onto my stomach and push myself back up onto my knees. Lana stood right beside me, watching and smiling as though extremely proud of the pain she just put me through.

It seemed to take me a long time. I was afraid she’d become impatient and zap me again. But she just stood there watching me as though I were some sort of perverted science experiment until I managed to get back into position. As soon as I was on my knees again she stood in front of me and waited to see what I’d do.

There was no hesitation this time. I immediately stretched my shaking hands out and placed them on the cheeks of her ass. I spread them slightly, leaned forward and placed my tongue between them as far down in the crevice as I could reach. I held my breath and fought the urge to retch as I quickly ran my tongue up to the top. I pulled my face back several inches, exhaled loudly and took another deep breath. Before I could repeat the disgusting process she warned, “The next time you do that I’m gonna see what happens when this fuckin’ thing goes off in your cunt! I want you to bury your pretty white face in my ass and leave it there! Do you understand me?!”

I moaned and whispered, “Yes. I’ll do better. I promise.”

There isn’t a doubt in my mind she’ll do just exactly what she said she would. I leaned forward, wedged my lips and about half my nose between the cheeks of her ass and began moving my tongue up and down while struggling to breathe through my nose. I did that half a dozen times before centering on the crinkled, dark black flesh around her ... oh god! I can’t even think it! But I didn’t hesitate, not while she has that prod in her hand. I circled the opening with the tip of my tongue a few times.

It was immediately obvious how she felt about that. She quivered and moaned loudly and she wasn’t acting. I stiffened my tongue, spread the cheeks of her ass a little farther apart and with a lot more effort than I expected would be required I was able to work the tip of my tongue inside.

She moaned again as the tip of my tongue entered her and exclaimed, “That’s a good little cunt. Now more! Worm that little pink tongue right up inside of me and fuck me with it.”

She leaned forward slightly and that made what I was doing slightly easier. But my tongue is tiring quickly from the unfamiliar effort and I began to fear I wouldn’t be able to continue long enough to satisfy her. I reminded myself over and over of the painful price for failing to please her and continued probing her rear entrance until I was certain my jaw would never work properly again. She kept me at it for at least five minutes. By the time she straightened up and turned to face me again I had just about come to accept the idea that I couldn’t go on and she would shortly be ramming the prod up into my pussy and pulling the trigger.

I looked up into her eyes. I was disgusted by the look of lust on her face. It was just as disturbing to see the amusement there. She’s enjoying this far too much. She smiled down at me and said, “We might as well get comfortable. I enjoy my orgasms much more when I’m lying down.”

She looked around at the boys surrounding us and asked, “Who has the blanket?”

Wayne stepped forward and held it out. She turned back to me and said, “Take the blanket and spread it out on the floor.”

I wiped my mouth on the back of my forearm and stood up. I took the blanket from Wayne and spread it out in the center of the circle the boys have left open for us. When I straightened up, Lana moved closer and put her arms around me. She held me close, pressing her breasts against my own and quietly said, “I’m so fucking turned on right now. I can’t wait to feel your tongue in my cunt. I don’t usually enjoy my work this much. But this is the first time I’ve ever had a chance to rape a pretty little white girl as young as you.”

She cradled the back of my head with the hand not holding the prod and leaned forward slightly, toughing her brightly colored lips to mine. I stood there like a statue for a few seconds as she began to kiss me passionately. I didn’t respond until I felt the tip of the prod being wedged between the cheeks of my ass. I came to my senses then and began to return her perverted kiss.

After only about twenty or thirty seconds she let me go and said, “Since you don’t enjoy kissing my lips let’s see if there’s something else you enjoy kissing more.”

She stretched out on her back in the middle of the blanket and patted the space beside her. I dropped to my knees near her right hip and waited for the order I’ve been so dreading. I expected her to spread her legs and order me to eat her pussy. So I was both surprised and relieved when she said, “You’re going to kiss me all over. I want you to start at my forehead and work your way down and I want you to use your tongue.”

She held up the prod in her left hand and said, “I want to see some enthusiasm, bitch. I’ll warm your ass up with this if I don’t feel the love.”

I ignored the chuckling men all around me and leaned down over her, supporting my weight with my arms on either side of her. I slowly lowered my face to hers but I guess that wasn’t intimate enough to suit her. She wrapped her arms around me and I tensed up, fearing she was going to use the prod on me again. But before I could plead with her she pulled me down until our breasts were pressed together and my upper body was resting on hers.

I inched up slightly and started kissing and lightly licking her forehead. I was hesitant, unsure of what she wanted. I’ve never done anything like this before and I thought it was kind of gross. I wouldn’t want someone licking my face but she seemed satisfied so I carefully covered her entire face with wet kisses. She held my head in place when I kissed her lips and sensing what she wanted from me I tentatively worked my tongue into her mouth. I kissed her the way the few boys who have kissed me do it except gentler, more sensuous.

We kissed for longer this time. It didn’t do anything for me but she seemed to be enjoying it. It must have been a minute or two before she whispered, “Okay, bitch. Work your way down to my tits and make love to them for a while.”

I’m not anxious to make love to this strange woman’s tits or any woman’s tits for that matter. But I don’t like kissing her, either. I think if given the opportunity to choose I’d have chosen kissing her tits over sticking my tongue in her mouth.

My lips and the tip of my tongue worked their way down her neck and upper chest on cruise control. My mind is occupied with thinking ahead; not to the point where all the boys gathered around me are finally given access to my body. As unpleasant as that thought is I’ve done the things those boys will do to me before and anyway, that’s a problem to be concerned with after this woman is finished using me. My more immediate concern is how am I going to be able to force myself to kiss and lick a woman’s pussy. A lot of men do it. Even a lot of women do it. I know that. But I don’t know how I’m going to be able to do it. I know I will. She has that prod. I just don’t know how I can do it without becoming ill.