Chapter 13: Back To School

I wake up feeling worse than ever. I forced myself to remain in intense desperation. I was completely restless for almost the whole night.

I am tired and I can feel my nipples poking my pajamas.

I trace the scars on my neck as I look in the mirror. My disgusting body feels excited at the prospect of meeting my disgusting evil rapist again.

I do my morning chores, dress, and wear a scarf over my neck. Mom asks about it, I say that I am feeling cold.

I see Ravi as soon as I enter our classroom. Surrounded by his disgusting friends, he is sitting in his usual corner bench. He gives a delighted grin after seeing me.

I immediately feel myself getting damp.

I start walking towards him. Halfway through the way, I stumble and have to catch myself from falling. I look back to see a girl quickly moving her leg away. All the girls start laughing.

Oh yes! I was being bullied. I had forgotten all about this. I look at Ravi. Even he is laughing. I hate him. He likes my misery even when others do it. I feel a sudden rush of excitement.

When I reach my bench Ravi suddenly grabs me, pulls me into his lap, and starts kissing me.

I hear sudden surprised gasps all around the class. I know everything is watching and feel my already low reputation crashing.

I hear some girl say, “I knew it”.

Everyone in the class now knows my secret, they know I am a slut.

All of these somehow excite my body beyond belief, making me even more desperate. I kiss him back hungrily.

After some time he pulls away.

“Are you wearing your underwear again?”, he asks angrily. The class had gone silent when we started kissing. I am pretty sure his voice is reaching every corner of the classroom.

I can’t believe he is asking this in front of everyone. The question has a lot of inferences.

I reach a new height of embarrassment.

I don’t dare to find out who else is watching. I keep looking at Ravi constantly, not daring to change my gaze.

“Ravi what the f...” one of his friends starts asking.

“Yeah, I forgot to tell you guys the reason I was busy this weekend ... I was ... da dum dum ... screwing this dumb whore the whole time”, he says loudly.

I am thunderstruck. I look at him with shocked eyes as I start hearing the whole class murmur among themselves.

I feel like I will die of embarrassment. Somehow, simultaneously it feels like electricity is pulsing in between my legs. It feels like it’s leaking like a river.

“Dude...” one of his friends starts saying but he shushes him and turns towards me again.

“Get them off”, he orders me pointing to my chest. I don’t know what to do. I can’t believe him. He is the devil.

I want him inside me.

I hate that the screwed-up part of me is somehow liking this. But I seriously can’t do it. I won’t do it.

“Please ... if a teacher sees me ... they will call home...”, I try to reason with him.

“No, they won’t. No one will fucking dare piss me off...”, he says.

“ ... Take them off”, he orders.

I nod in resignation and try to get off his lap to go to the washroom.

But he grabs me and pulls me back into his lap.

“What?”, he asks with a malicious grin.

“I am going to the bathroom”, I say.

“Why?”, he asks.

I don’t understand. Does he not want me to take my underwear off?

“To take them out”, I whisper.

He laughs.

“Do it here”, he orders.

I look at him in absolute horror. I can’t do it. That is impossible.

“Please ... I can’t “ I beg him.

Tears are bubbling in my eyes.

“Enough”, he says and pulls my shirt out from my skirt. He shoves his hands inside my shirt from the bottom, wraps it around my back, and starts to unhook the bra.

I can see the burning sting of everyone’s eyes on me. I have never felt this ashamed, horrified, or embarrassed. I cover my face with my hands.

“No. Keep looking at me!”, he orders.

I have learned to follow his orders and not make him angry. I lower my hands and look at him.

“Better yet, why don’t you look at the class?”, he asks with his cocky smile.

I hate him so much. I hate myself more because I feel a tsunami of excitement wash over me.

I start looking at the class. Every student is looking toward us. Some have expressions of pure shock, some have expressions of smugness, like i-knew-it and others are disgusted.

He starts working, opening the hook, I suspect deliberately, slowly. He takes a lot of time to unhook the bra from inside my shirt. And then caresses his hands to the front.

He shoves his hand below my bra cups and pinches my swollen nipples.

I widen my eyes, clench my fist and grind my teeth to stop myself from moaning.

He twists both my nipples.

I shake my legs in desperation. I am scared to open my mouth.

He laughs and then fortunately takes off just the nipple pasties.

“She wears these to hide her big nipples”, he says while passing my nipple pasties to his friends. His friends start examining it. I can’t believe this is happening.

“Now take it off unless you want me to rip it off”, he orders.

Reluctantly I take off my bra by passing it over my elbows.

He grabs the bra and hands it over to one of his friends.

“Look at the fucking size”, Ravi says delightedly.

The friend spreads the bra completely open in the air to inspect it, holding it for the whole class to see. I look towards it, my sight passes below it to the rest of the class. Everyone is staring at the bra and me.

I almost have a heart attack.

“Fuck look at her nipples”, another friend says. Suddenly I feel all the eyes on my chest.

I get a sudden urge to hide my chest with my hands but before I can do that Ravi cups one of my breasts with two hands, stretching my shirt, making the protrusion of the swollen hard nipple more visible.

“Pinch it”, Ravi tells the guy.

He delightedly pinches my nipple.

I clench my fist again to stop myself from moaning. My body is dying in desperation.

“Now who wants to take off her panties?”, Ravi asks delightedly.

“I want to...”, “I will”, “I can”...

All of his friends start saying, including the one pinching my nipple.

“Why don’t you all try that?”, Ravi asks. His friends look confused.

“come on ... go on ... take it off”, Ravi says to all of his friends.

Multiple hands enter inside my skirt from the bottom. I can’t even count how many.

My brain explodes in lust. The imagery of so many hands going inside my skirt is overwhelming.

Then the hands grab my panties. They start pulling it off.

“Wait!”, Ravi exclaims.

They stop.

“Are you just taking the panties off? Without first checking out the cunt, you dumb fucks?”, He asks.

His friends look at each other and then all of them rush their hands inside my panty. Some start rubbing me, some three fingers enter inside me, some start pinching the top of the opening, some grab my thighs and few start fighting among themselves to enter me. Three fingers start thrusting in and out of me each with a different rhythm.

My excitement reaches and then crosses its peak. Goosebumps spread across me and my veins start to pulse.

I can’t. I can’t explode now, here. I scream into myself and force myself to not explode. I squeeze my eyes and grind my teeth.

“How is her cunt? Is it dry?”, Ravi asks with his malicious grin.