Chapter 3

Trudy looked at herself in the mirror, her face all red and hot and her nipples still visible even with her bra on. She splashed cold water on her face and neck, hoping it would help calm her down and reduce the redness. Her heart was still racing and her body was tingling, she was almost hyperventilating, feeling a mixture of fear, anger and worst of all, excitement.

The water helped a little, her face cooling down and looking more normal. She also took a series of deep breaths, a technique she read about in women’s digest. It was meant to help with calming a person down and lowering their heart rate. It helped, a few minutes later she felt better, her heart not thumping into her ribcage anymore and her natural colour returning to her cheeks.

‘Ok Trudy, you can do this. Deep breaths, let’s go.’ She told herself.

Amy gave her a funny look when she got back but said nothing, only that Sally was losing and she was happy. Trudy smiled back at her, her nipples still aching a bit but not sticking out too much, she felt safe now.

‘Did they pass muster?’ One of the ladies asked.

‘Oh yes, they have done the school proud.’ She answered.

Just then, the boys came back, looking sweet and innocent. Charles came and stood next to her and Amy, his friends just to the side, all of them very close. Trudy could feel herself blushing, she wasn’t expecting them to return to the hall and now she felt embarrassed, the feeling of their mouths on her nipples still there, making her super sensitive about their proximity.

She wanted to move but knew that would look suspicious. No, she had no choice but to wait for the game to finish and everyone to go to the dining room. Charles brushed her arm with his, making her jump and gasp, Amy turning and looking at her.

‘What a point.’ Trudy blurted, knowing she made no sense.

Amy looked confused but just smiled, carrying on watching the tennis. Charles did it again, this time his fingers stroking her thigh, just below her skirt. She nearly gasped again, just holding it in, moving her leg out of his way. But he could still reach, stroking her again, not taking no for an answer.

She looked at the ladies to make sure no one could see, relieved they were all watching the tennis and not paying attention to anything else. Charles got bolder, stroking under her skirt, his fingers softly caressing her skin as he went higher. Trudy was frozen, her breathing becoming heavy as she felt trapped yet again. Mark moved a bit closer, blocking any view the ladies might have had, leaving Charles free to molest her some more.

His hand was now midway between the bottom of her skirt and her panties, showing no sign of stopping. In an effort to stop him, she coughed suddenly and moved forward, coughing some more. It worked, everyone looked around and Charles had to stop, not wanting to be caught, knowing it was only temporary.

‘Sorry.’ She said, her face all red still.

‘Maybe you should go to the dining hall and have a drink, this is nearly over and we’ll all be there soon.’ Amy suggested, looking concerned.

‘Good idea, Miss, I’ll come with you and make some tea.’ Charles offered.

‘What a nice young man, so considerate.’ One of the ladies said, smiling at Charles.

Trudy nearly choked for real this time, looking at Charles and wondering if he was a psychopath, knowing she was no match for his deviousness.

‘No, I’m fine, I’ll wait.’ She told them all.

They all returned to the match, leaving Trudy to Charles and his hands. When he touched her again, she knew she couldn’t cough anymore, that would force her to the dining room and she couldn’t face that. Charles knew this as well, his fingers moving ever higher up her thigh, almost to her panties before stopping.

She tried to move his hand but couldn’t, he was too strong. Instead, she moved her leg again and accidentally bumped into Amy, knocking her forward.

‘Sorry, I had an itch.’ She quickly said, giving a little giggle, trying put Amy at ease.

‘Are you sure you’re ok, you seem very jumpy?’ Amy asked, a little confused.

‘I am, don’t be silly.’ She told her, bumping hips playfully.

‘Ok, but if I didn’t know better, I’d say you’ve been at the sherry. Did you boys see her sneak into the kitchen alone?’ She laughed, looking at the boys.

‘Now you mention it, she was in the kitchen for a while. We thought Miss was checking the cakes but now... ‘ Charles answered with a cheeky grin.

They all laughed, Trudy through gritted teeth. Amy took Trudy’s hand and turned back to the match, which was nearly over. Charles felt so good, as if he could do anything, Mrs Smith letting him touch her and too scared to say anything. He knew he only had a few minutes left and wanted one last fondle, a good one. He moved slightly back, giving himself a better angle.

Trudy knew what he was doing but did nothing, praying Sally would lose this game and the match. Charles made his move, his hand sliding up the back of her thigh, dragging his nails along her beautiful soft skin. She tensed a little but held still, knowing anything more would attract Amy’s attention. Charles knew this, too, his fingers at her panties now, caressing her bum and pressing between her cheeks.

Trudy was almost beside herself, his hand was between her cheeks and touching her pussy, pushing against it and she could do nothing to stop him. He then managed to slip a finger under the material and touch her directly on the skin, pushing it between her pussy lips, making her clench tightly.

The last serve of the game came just in time, poor Sally double faulting and losing the match. Everyone clapped and moved forward, saving Trudy from Charles’ finger and her need to let out a moan of pleasure. All the women gathered around the players and congratulated them, shaking hands and embracing. Trudy was all hot and flush as she hugged them, her nipples hard again and pressing into the other ladies.

Charles and his classmates left to go prepare the tea, more than happy with how their day was going. Trudy watched them go, dreading going to the dining hall, knowing he would be thinking of a way to get her on her own, again. The four players went to the showers while the others headed for the dining hall, Amy leading the way, happily chatting with the ladies.

Trudy was angry that a fourteen-year-old boy was controlling her and forcing her to accept his abuse, not understanding her inability to stop him. She followed the others, smiling and pretending to listen while all time thinking of being raped and molested, her body all hot and her pussy throbbing.

She sat at a table with Amy and three others, the rest of the ladies on two other tables. The boys brought out the tea and sandwiches, cucumber and ham, all of them behaving impeccably and doing just what they were supposed to. Trudy watched them, none of them even looking at her as they buzzed about, being perfect.

Everyone enjoyed themselves, consuming nearly all the sandwiches and at least half the cakes. The ladies were very complimentary and looking forward to the semi-final tomorrow, hoping the boys would be on duty again serving them all. Trudy assured them they would be and that the food tomorrow would be just as good.

Soon it was just Amy and Trudy sat at the tables, chatting and finishing their tea, the boys all clearing up and taking everything to the kitchen. Charles came out and asked Trudy if there was any washing up liquid, they couldn’t find any he told her.

‘Will you be alright if I go? I have to go to the chemist for Thomas, he has run out of his pills, sorry hun.’ Amy asked, suddenly.

‘But ... but I thought ... uh you were coming back to mine? Trudy stammered, shocked she was being left alone again.

‘I’m sorry but I forgot all about it, I’ll call you later.’ She told her, kissing her on the cheek and leaving.

Trudy felt herself slump on the chair, she was in a daze, not knowing what to do now. Charles took her hand and pulled her up, leading her to the kitchen. She didn’t resist, letting him lead her like a child, knowing what was coming.

The other boys were waiting, all the dishes clean apart from the ones still on her table. Charles had lied, they had plenty of washing up liquid. They took her into the big storeroom at the back of the kitchen, a bed of blankets already on the floor waiting. She looked at it and then at Charles, the boys taking her shirt and pulling it over her head. Her bra was next before Mark unzipped her skirt and pulled it down, leaving her in just her panties.

No one was speaking, just all looking at her with lust and desire, waiting for Charles. Before he said or did anything else, Harry, another boy turned up, telling him the doors were closed and the lights off. Trudy knew no one would come, she was going to be fucked again by these boys.

‘Take them off, Trudy, you know you want to, let’s not play silly games.’ He taunted, taking his own clothes off.

She waited for a few seconds, watching him strip, impressed again by his size, her eyes locked on his cock.

‘Take them off.’ He commanded.

She put her fingers under the material and pushed them down, the boys all giggling now, loving her obedience, thinking she wanted them as much as they wanted her. Charles took her and pulled her down onto the blankets, sitting next to her and looking down at her body, pushing her legs apart and putting two fingers inside her cunt.

‘She’s soaking, I told you she would be, she wants it so badly.’ He bragged, fingering her.

Trudy expected him to climb on her and fuck her but he didn’t, carrying on fingering her instead, her hips lifting off the floor and searching for his hand. The boys all gasped loudly, knowing this was her enjoying it. Trudy closed her eyes, the humiliation too much as her body betrayed her again. Charles was stunned, too, he wasn’t expecting that reaction. He loved this and leant down to her nipples, sucking one hard, her chest now rising from the blankets and pushing into his mouth, a moan escaping her lips just to add to the scene.

‘No, don’t, please.’ She whispered.

Her arms spread wide and she gripped the blankets, tightly, the pleasure coursing through her body obvious to all. Charles carried on, his fingers moving in and out faster and faster, her moans getting louder in response. All the boys were now silent, mesmerized by her behaviour, waiting to wake up from this dream.

‘Let me go, I hate you.’ She pleaded, unconvincingly.

Charles couldn’t wait any longer, he had to cum. He climbed on her and slid his rock-hard cock all the way in, grunting with pleasure as that wonderful feeling took hold of him. Trudy felt it, too, the feeling of hard cock in her cunt something she was beginning to enjoy like never before.

‘You bastard, how could you?’ She sighed, offering no resistance.

She kept her eyes closed, knowing how she must look, not wanting to see the boys all looking at her and knowing her body was enjoying this rape. She tried hard to stop it but couldn’t, her only consolation was that in her head she still understood how wrong this was and knew in her heart she did nothing to make this happen. Charles was cumming, his young body still not able to resist the feeling once it became too good. He grunted loudly and thrust even harder, his orgasm the best yet.

Trudy could feel every spurt, his hard cock throbbing inside her, the feeling so delicious she almost took hold of him, only stopping herself at the last second. She opened her eyes and looked up, unable to resist her curiosity. His face was a picture of happiness, sending an unwanted thrill through her body.

He soon rolled off her, letting Mark on next as he stood and watched, her eyes closed again. Mark fucked her quickly, his need just as great as Charles’. Then it was a boy named Harold, his cock nearly as big as Charles’. Trudy came with Harold, her body demanding some satisfaction no matter how hard her head fought against it. This time she had to hold him, her arms wrapping around his back as she moaned loudly for all to hear, the boys cheering young Harold.

When Harold was gone and the fourth boy took her, she was still glowing from her orgasm and moaned softly as he fucked her, not realising she was doing it. When she did, her eyes opened and looked up at the boys, their smug, arrogant faces making her instantly angry. She bit her lip hard trying to stop herself from letting out any more noise.

When all four had fucked her, Trudy laid there hating herself and just wanting to go home, her humiliation almost too much to bear. She had given in to them and let them see her cum, confirming in their eyes that she wanted this. Charles was then back on the blankets with her, stroking her body, his fingers all over her, exploring.

‘You really are something else, Miss, so fucking sexy. The headmaster doesn’t deserve you.’ He told her, leaning down and kissing her on the lips.

‘No!’ She wailed, moving her head quickly.

‘Oh come on, just one kiss.’ He teased, trying again.

‘No, fuck you.’ She repeated, moving her head again.

Charles climbed on her, pinning her arms above her head as he slid back inside her. He was looking down at her as he fucked her, her face all red with anger, making him smile.

‘Why do you always fight it?’ He asked, his cock sliding in and out slowly.

‘Because I hate you, that’s why.’ She spat back.

‘Ok, if you say so.’

He held her arms and began to speed up, now punching hard into her, her eyes closing as she fought again to stop her body responding. Charles could see her fighting, pleasing him that he had that power over a beautiful woman like Miss. He felt more in control this time, wanting to make it last and force her to cum again. She was theirs and she had to know it, they were a class above her and she should be grateful for their attention, he told himself.

Trudy knew what he was doing, she could feel his control now, he was holding himself back trying to make her moan and cum, to humiliate her once more. The orgasm she just had was really good but her body wanted another one, trying to override her brain and take control. She couldn’t understand how her body could act this way, knowing she was being forced against her will, it was so disgusting.

He was getting good, she had to admit, the way he was moving and grinding into her, slow then fast, hard then gentle. And him holding her down somehow felt better, as if she wasn’t to blame. It wasn’t long before a little moan escaped her lips, his cock hitting exactly the right rhythm and pace, forcing her to let it out.

‘There it is, let it go, Trudy, you’re with friends here.’ He mocked, giving her an extra hard thrust.

‘Oh god, stop this, please.’ She begged, knowing it was futile.

‘Cum for me, show me how much you want me.’ He continued, in full control now.

‘Never, never.’ She whispered, gasping as well, the feeling in her pussy building to another orgasm.

What made it all the more humiliating and hard to accept, was the intensity of her orgasms, they were so good and so much better than she ever achieved with Brian. She hated Brian as well for not giving her this, for being so bland and vanilla when it came to sex, for being so damn conventional. She was almost there, her body in full control and dictating when she would get her release. Charles leaned down, putting his weight on her chest and his mouth next to hers, his breath going into her mouth.

Trudy sucked in his air, her body now exploding underneath him as he fucked her as hard as he could, his hips banging into hers. She put her arms around him and dug her nails into his flesh, her mouth agape as ecstatic moans filled the storeroom. The boys were silent and spellbound, not sure what they were witnessing, only that it was wonderful and the sexiest thing they had ever seen in their short lives.

Charles held her in this state as long as he could, his cock sliding back and forth, generating all the pleasure she needed or could take. Trudy absorbed it all, demanding more, sucking everything she could from him. They were as one, two bodies in perfect harmony doing what came naturally. Charles came, too, filling her with his seed, grunting with her in a crescendo of erotic noise.

When it was over and both of them spent, breathing heavy and sweating, the boys all cheered, letting them know how much they appreciated the show. Trudy opened her eyes and looked up, the reality of what she had done flooding into her puddled mind, replacing the fantasy her body had inserted there.

‘Oh god, what have I done?’ She asked.

Charles didn’t answer, he was too happy and excited still to think about her trauma. No, he wanted his three friends to have their turn again, they deserved it, like he did. He crawled off her and sat by her side, smiling as Mark took his place. Trudy lay there, accepting her new lover knowing exactly what the boys now thought of her, she was theirs in their eyes and her actions had shown that. As far as they were concerned, they could do and ask what they want of her.

Mark took his time, too, wanting to spend as long as he could inside this sexy woman. He watched her and hoped she would cum for him, his cock now sliding in and out, trying to get a response from her. Trudy looked at him, his face as smug as Charles’ thinking the same thing. Her body was still enjoying the afterglow of her orgasm and she felt sexually satisfied, which helped her not to moan or writhe in any way. Yes, he felt good inside her but she was able to control herself, much to Mark’s disappointment. When he saw he couldn’t make her react, he let himself go and came, not really that bothered.

The other two boys were less interested in Trudy’s reactions, only their own, both cumming in minutes, like last time. They all got dressed, still looking down at Trudy, deciding if they were done with her. Trudy could feel the sperm running out of her as she watched them, so grateful she was on the pill.

‘Tell us how much you liked that and you can go. But tell us properly, we all saw you cum so don’t bother pretending you didn’t.’ Charles demanded.

God, here we go again, she thought, they really like humiliating me. But he was right, there was no point denying it.

‘Yes, it was good, I couldn’t help myself, I had to cum and with you fucking me like you were, well, it just happened.’ She told them, trying to sound sincere.

‘How many times did you cum?’ He wanted to know.

‘Twice, I think.’ She whispered, blushing.

‘Ah, I thought so. Maybe next time you won’t fight us so much, just enjoy it all?’ Charles asked, thinking she would.

‘Maybe, I don’t know. It’s not right and I have a husband, but I do like it, yes.’ She lied, hoping they would let her go now.

‘We won’t tell him. Ok Miss, you can go.’

Trudy got to her feet and dressed, minus her panties, Charles kept them, again. She could feel their sperm still leaking, running down her inner thighs as she walked out of the storeroom, their giggling and back-slapping adding to her shame. She went straight home and showered, crying as she scrubbed her body, hating what she was becoming, wondering where it would all end.

Brian arrived home as she was drying herself, calling up the stairs to let her know. He came up when she didn’t answer, finding her on the bed, naked.

‘Make love to me, Brian.’ She whispered, opening her legs slightly.

Brian stared at her, not knowing what to make of her, shocked by this behaviour. She had never acted this way, so brazen and promiscuous. He didn’t like it, sex should be at night with both parties knowing it was coming, not like this.

‘I can’t, I’ve got too much work to do. Get dressed, please.’ He told her, leaving her in no doubt of his disapproval.

‘Are you having an affair, fucking someone else?’ She shouted after him as he left the room.

He came back, looking very angry. ‘No I’m not. Just because I don’t enjoy being presented with my wife naked and demanding sex doesn’t mean I’m having an affair, grow up.’ He told her, storming back out.

‘Demanding? Jesus, I just asked. Am I not allowed to be spontaneous?’ She shouted, not getting answer.

Trudy stayed in the bedroom for another hour, too angry to go downstairs. She looked in the mirror, knowing how sexy she was but confused why her husband didn’t want her. Maybe he was a secret gay, she thought, her hands on her tits, feeling her hard nipples. She wanted to erase the boys from her memory but didn’t know how, her plan of being fucked by her husband a failure, leaving her with no other plan.

In the end, she dressed and went down, putting on the dinner and watching some tv, leaving Brian in the study working. She called him when dinner was ready, pouring him some wine and telling him she was sorry. He accepted her apology and drank his wine, making small talk and acting as if nothing happened. When he was finished, he returned to the study to continue his work, leaving Trudy to clean up and watch some more tv, on her own.

And so it went on as normal, her husband ignoring her sexually and treating her more like an accessory than a partner. He used her when it suited him, taking her to certain functions or asking her to plan a dinner when he had special guests coming to visit. She did everything to avoid the boys, even refusing to go to a surprise birthday dinner some of the pupils had organized. She told Brian she was unwell and wanted to stay home.

He was annoyed but cancelled it, telling her the boys were very disappointed she couldn’t make it. She almost laughed when he told her this, knowing exactly why they were disappointed. What she didn’t know was he had given them permission to deliver the present they had bought her. It was the day after her birthday, in the afternoon, when she was relaxing in front of the tv. She hadn’t seen any of the boys since that afternoon in the storeroom, almost two weeks ago, making sure she wasn’t anywhere near them.

She still thought about it every day, though, nothing she did could stop it, it was as though it was on replay constantly, popping into her head randomly but regularly. Brian still hadn’t touched her and her only way to release her growing sexual frustrations was to masturbate, even though every time she did, the boys raping her was the only image she saw when she came. After every orgasm she would cry, hating herself for cumming thinking of that.

When the doorbell sounded, she got up with no thought of who it might be, walking to the door in her robe and slippers. She opened the door and gave a loud gasp, instantly trying to close it again. Charles thought this might happen and quickly jammed his foot in the way, forcing it back open.

‘Go away, this is my home, you can’t come in, Brian will be home soon.’ She cried, desperately still trying to close the door.