Chapter 2

Trudy hardly slept a wink, constantly reliving her ordeal and trying to workout why it happened and if she in anyway contributed to her rape. All she could see when she closed her eyes was Charles and the others on top of her, smiling and taking their pleasure, sneering at her and treating her like a common whore. She got out of bed and showered, still trying to clean herself and get the smell of those boys off her body.

It was only seven am when she made it downstairs, putting on the kettle and staring out of the window, wondering how she would carry on as normal with her life knowing there was eight young boys in the school who had fucked her in the sports hall. The funny thing was, she wasn’t really angry anymore, more embarrassed if anything, feeling like she had let down her husband with her stupidity and herself with her behaviour, encouraging the boys with her flirting.

One thing was for sure, she wouldn’t be going anywhere near the school anytime soon. She had come to terms with what happened and find a way of moving on and living here at the school knowing she would be seeing all those boys from time to time. It was that thought, bumping into them again, that really troubled her. She couldn’t imagine how she would react or how they would. Would she lose it? Would they taunt her, mock her? God, what was she going to do.

She drank her tea and had some toast, images of Charle’s cock and his arrogant grin constantly popping into her head. The tea helped a little, it always did. She went back to bed and managed to sleep a few hours, her dreams of one thing only and always with her at fault, seducing the boys with her hard nipples and short dress. When she woke, she felt guilty, as if it had really been her fault. She felt confused, questioning the reality of what they did, still wondering if she played her part in their actions. That’s what the police and Brian would want to know, hinting she had acted improperly in some way and saying they were only children and surely wouldn’t do such a thing unless encouraged.

She got up again, thoroughly confused, putting on her jeans and jumper and going back down stairs, trying to put it out of her mind and think of something nice. Another cup of tea and she decided to go shopping, anything to get out of the house stop thinking of last night. She did her hair, put on some light make-up and left the house, driving into town to spend some of Brian’s money.

It didn’t work of course, she couldn’t get it out of her head, especially when trying on a new dress and looking at her body, seeing her hard nipples in the mirror and remembering the boy who had sucked them, making her gasp with pleasure. She sat on the chair in the changing room, still looking at her body, not a mark on it or any indication at all that she had been raped. Another thing the police and Brian would ask about. Why didn’t you struggle? Why are there no signs of being forced or any injuries from fighting back?

Maybe they were right, it was her fault, surely she should have fought them off, unless she wanted it, like in her sexual fantasies? She touched her nipples, hating how hard they were and twisting them viciously, trying to punish herself but just making it worse, a quiet moan escaping her lips as a bolt of pleasure shot through her body. Her eyes closed and she thought how Charles felt on top of her, wondering if indeed she did like it, remembering his hard cock inside her as he asked if she liked it, smirking all the time.

‘Is everything alright in their?’ A voice suddenly asked.

‘Yes, yes, sorry. I’ll be out in a second. Trudy answered, sitting upright quickly.

She put her jeans and jumper on and came out of the room, handing the dress to the young assistant and walking out, ashamed of her actions and determined not to blame herself again. She went for a coffee and a bun, sitting next to the window and watching the people walking by, some holding hands and kissing, obviously in love. There were only a few people in the café, a couple on the next table and three young men next to them, workmen by the look of it. Trudy hadn’t noticed them when she went in, her mind elsewhere.

The three lads watched her sit down, all admiring her figure in her tight jeans and tight jumper, her nipples standing out nicely as she sipped her coffee. They stared openly at her, hoping she would look at them so they could give her a wink and a smile, maybe start up a chat. As if on cue, the couple next to Trudy stood to leave, their wooden chairs making a loud noise as they pushed them back along the hard ceramic floor tiles, causing her to look their way.

She immediately saw the young men staring at her, one of them winking, their intentions obvious. Trudy ignored them and carried on drinking her coffee, looking out of the window, hoping they would respect her privacy. But they didn’t, all of them getting up and sitting next to her at her table.

‘Hi, I’m Ben, this is Terry and John. We just wanted to say hello and tell you how beautiful you are. Can we buy you another coffee?’ He asked, smiling.

‘No thank you, I’m waiting for my husband, he’ll be here soon.’ She lied, feeling anxious.

‘May we at least know your name?’ He continued, still staring at her.

‘Trudy, now please leave me alone.’ She told him, trying to sound firm.

‘Ok Trudy, we only wanted a chat, you know, to pass the time. If you didn’t want attention from men you shouldn’t dress like that. Look at you in those tight jeans and no bra, your nipples are harder than John’s cock.’ He sneered, the other two laughing now.

Trudy gasped with shock at his words, her eyes looking down at her tits and seeing he was right, her nipples poking out for all to see. She looked at them and blushed, wishing they would leave her alone. But they just stared at her, all their eyes on her nipples.

‘Why don’t you come with us to John’s place, it’s just round the corner, we can have some fun, you’ll like it, I promise.’ He offered, smiling again.

She was shocked, again, not believing his brazenness, her eyes returning to the window. ‘I told you, I’m waiting for my husband, leave me alone.’ She whispered, two old ladies now sitting behind her.

‘We all know that’s a lie, come on, look at you, you know you want to.’ He pressed, rubbing his cock openly for her to see.

Trudy could see what he was doing but tried to ignore it, wondering why on earth this was happening to her after last night. ‘Have I got a sign around my neck that says fuck me?’ She asked loudly, knowing everyone would hear.

The two old ladies looked at the four of them and tutted in disgust. The three young lads all laughed, not caring anyone heard her.

‘You might as well have, come on now, let’s go before I change my mind. I have a fiver I can give you’ He said, sarcastically.

Trudy felt funny, her tummy was all a flutter thinking of these three fucking her after what she did last night. If she went with them, she would be no better than a whore, giving herself to strangers like a common street walker. But she wanted to be punished for not stopping Charles and his friends, she deserved to be, she told herself.

Ben could see the change in her face, she was surrendering, giving in to him. He couldn’t believe it, a beautiful woman like this interested in fucking the three of them. He needed to act quickly before she changed her mind. He stood and told the others to as well with his hand, waiting for Trudy to join them, praying he had read her correctly.

Trudy looked up at him, her heart racing and her nipples aching, she was so scared but felt like she had no choice, it was something she had to do. Her legs moved and she was suddenly standing, all three smiling at her with amazement, not really believing she was coming.

‘Come.’ Ben said, walking toward the door.

Trudy looked at the old ladies and then back to the three young men, her legs moving again, as if on their own accord. The ladies whispered to each other, their expressions one of disgust. Ben opened the door and waited for Trudy to walk through it, winking at his two mates as she did so.

Once in the street, Ben went to her side and John the other, so close she felt like a prisoner. They walked towards John’s flat, Trudy in the middle and Terry behind.

‘It’s just up here, about half a mile away. He has a nice big bed, we can all fit on it and have a good time. You like sex then, Trudy?’ He asked.

Trudy nodded her head, not really thinking.

‘Good, so do we. You ever been fucked in the arse?’ His next question.

Trudy looked at him and shook her head, shocked by the question.

‘Well, you’re in for a treat, we’re gonna fuck all three holes at the same time. You like that idea?’ Came his next question.

Trudy nodded again, wondering if that was even possible. Ben chuckled, taking her hand as though they were a couple.

‘Her fucking bum is amazing, I can’t wait to see it in the flesh.’ Terry blurted from behind, making the other two laugh.

They were now in a side road just off the main town road. It was all houses and a few small newer blocks of flats. Terry felt her bum from behind as they walked, chuckling as he did so, enjoying making her jump. They were soon at the flat, John taking out his keys and opening the door, Terry helping Trudy through it. They all climbed the stairs and followed John into the bedroom, Terry with his hand in Trudy’s back pushing her and giving her encouragement.

There was indeed a big bed there as the three young men all stood together looking at Trudy. She walked over to the window and looked out before turning back to them, her heart now racing as they devoured her body with their eyes.

‘Undress, show us that fucking body.’ Ben ordered.

‘I want to leave, I’ve changed my mind.’ She answered, quietly.

‘No fucking way, you want this as much as we do. Undress.’ Ben repeated, a little annoyed.

‘No, I want to go home, let me go.’ She told them, walking to the door.

They all blocked her path as she knew they would. ‘You aint going nowhere, take those clothes off before I slap you so fucking hard it will knock you into next week.’ Ben shouted.

This is what she deserved, to be raped again, to be punished for her behaviour. She took her jumper and pulled it over her head, throwing it on the floor and letting them see her tits, her nipples harder and longer than she could ever remember. The three men all stared with delight, giggling like children and rubbing their hands.

‘And the jeans. Fucking whore, playing games with us, you like it rough huh?’ Ben asked.

Trudy didn’t answer, just undid the button and zip on her jeans and pushed them down to her ankles, stepping out of them. It was just like last night, she thought, being naked and waiting to be raped. Ben took her arm and pushed her down onto the bed, all three now above her and staring.

She looked up, their eyes wild with lust and a need, she shivered knowing what was coming, her own body now tingling with anticipation and fear.

‘Fucking beautiful, look at that body, made to be fucked.’ Ben gushed.

‘Turn over and show me that arse.’ Terry told her.

Trudy did as ordered, turning over and showing them her perfect rear, lifting it slightly to accentuate her curves.

‘Get on all fours, I want to see it properly.’ Terry added.

Again, she didn’t hesitate, just did it. Her ass now open for them to see it all. She felt so helpless, her whole-body shivering as she posed for them, their lewd comments adding to her feeling of worthlessness.

‘I’m gonna fuck her arse, look at it, so perfect. John, get underneath and fuck her cunt, and Terry, you can have her mouth.’ Ben told them.

All three stripped in seconds, their cocks hard and ready, Ben’s the biggest, at least seven inches, Trudy thought. John crawled on the bed and made her kneel over him, his cock going straight in her sopping wet cunt. Terry shoved his in her mouth, making her gag as he pushed it right to the back and almost down her throat. She wrapped her lips around it as he began to fuck her, his taste not too unpleasant.

Ben was now behind her, his big, thick cock at her bum hole. She heard him spit and felt him rubbing it into her tight little hole. John was now fucking her, his cock sliding in and out slowly as he waited for Ben to enter her arse.

‘Here it comes, Trudy.’ He said, gleefully.

He pushed slowly but firmly, her tight bum yielding unwillingly, the pain intense as he broke her resistance and entered the brown hole, an inch at a time. If she didn’t have a big cock in her mouth she would have screamed, but she did and all that she could do was concentrate on that while Ben fucked her arse. She tightened her lips around the cock and played with it with her tongue, letting him into her throat, something she had never been able to do with Brian.

The pain in her bum was intense as Ben pushed even further into it, now more than half of his seven inches inside. She wanted it to hurt, though, to make her cry out, she deserved this and more. Ben agreed and suddenly pushed even harder, burying his cock completely, holding her hips as he thrust hard.

Trudy screamed silently, Terry’s cock now lodged in her throat, cutting off her air and stopping her from making any noise. All three were now fucking her, each cock sliding in and out of a hole, the pain in her bum not relenting as the men took their pleasure. If last night was shocking this was much more so, Trudy had made this happen and was now paying the price, her body being used as nothing more than a fuck-doll.

The pain her arse was at least now tolerable as she submitted totally to these three young men, her body giving itself over to their needs and wants, happily accepting her punishment and even responding, her pussy now sucking at John’s cock, an orgasm not that far away. Terry pulled her hair, gripping it tightly as he neared his own orgasm, shouting out to the others and telling them.

‘Hang on, let us all cum together.’ Ben answered, his cock now plunging in and out of Trudy’s arse.

Trudy pushed back onto Ben, needing more pain, angry it now felt good, grunting on the cock wedged in her throat.

‘Me too, I’m close.’ John told them, his nails digging into Trudy’s arse, giving her a little pain but not enough.

She knew they would all be cumming at any moment, as would she, her attempts to hold it back failing miserably, her body was as excited as the others and there was nothing she could do to stop it.

‘Are you all ready? I’m almost there, let’s cum in the whore together.’ Ben called out.

‘Oh yes, I’m cumming.’ John cried.

‘Me too.’ Terry added, hot thick cum spewing out onto Trudy’s tongue.

‘Yessss, ooohhhh.’ Ben grunted.

All three of them were now blasting their cum into Trudy, filling all her holes, crying out like wild animals. Trudy was cumming, too, though the others didn’t know, they were too interested in their own pleasure to think about her.

It was the best orgasm of Trudy’s life, her whole body was on fire and tingling, that feeling of delight and all-consuming pleasure was washing over her and making her glow like a hot coal. She couldn’t believe her body was capable of feeling this way, never in her life had she come close to this much pleasure, she was shocked and confused, wondering why it took this to achieve such a feeling.

The three men all pulled out and collapsed on the bed, laughing and congratulating each other on their timing, amazed at what just happened. Trudy was next to them, her body still glowing and feeling wonderful, though she hid it from them.

‘Fuck, that was something else, man I liked that.’ Ben called, triumphantly.

The others agreed, all of them giggling and chatting like children, still amazed this beauty came home with them. Ben was playing with Trudy’s nipples, loving how long and hard they were, twisting and pinching them, watching her. She still had cum on her lips and her chin, though she swallowed most it, Terry scooping it with his fingers and pushing it into her open mouth.

She swallowed what he pushed in, looking at him as he stared at her, his eyes still as excited as before. She let out a moan, involuntarily, as Ben carried on playing with her nipples, a shudder going through her body. John now joined in, spreading her legs and touching her clit, rubbing it gently.

‘No, no, let me go now, please.’ She begged, not wanting them to see her enjoying what was happening.

But they ignored her, all of them touching her and exploring her sexy body, liking how she was reacting. She moaned again, her nipples and clit being stimulated together, forcing her to make a noise. The young men knew she was excited, there was no hiding it, she loved being here with them and they were going to fuck her all day.

And they did, for four hours, each taking a turn in different holes, filling her with so much cum that it was constantly running out of her. By the time they were finished, Trudy had cum more times than she could remember, her self-respect covered in sperm on the bed. The boys left her on the bed as they went to the kitchen for some tea and food, all of them needing some refreshment.

Trudy pulled on her jeans and jumper, not even bothering to wipe herself. She looked in the mirror as she walked out of the room, her face and hair a complete mess, cum smeared over her lips and chin and blobs in her hair, looking like chewing gum stuck in it. She went to kitchen and poured a glass of water, drinking it all in one go.

‘I’m going now.’ She told them, quietly.

‘Ok, thanks for a great afternoon, I know you enjoyed it just as much. Be here Sunday evening at seven and we can go again.’ Ben said, winking at her as she left.

She didn’t answer, knowing she wouldn’t be back. Brian would be home on Sunday, so there was no way she could get away anyway. She left the flat and walked to her car, her body leaking cum all the way there, people looking at her and whispering.

Trudy got home and didn’t leave again until Brian was home, Sunday afternoon. She spent the two days waiting for him, reflecting on the boys and the three men, ashamed and angry with herself, not understanding her behaviour. She had cum so good with the men, and so often, that it was obvious there was something else going on with her. Her body had never felt so satisfied, it was amazing but she couldn’t come to terms with the reasons, fighting against the truth and denying it, burying it somewhere deep and dark where it wouldn’t be found, ever.

She didn’t answer the phone either, not wanting to talk to anyone. Amy had called over but she wouldn’t answer the door, too embarrassed to face her. When Brian got home she put on her happy look and hugged him, making him a nice cuppa and asking how the conference went.