Chapter 7

If last night was a shock, this was a hammer blow to her guts. She couldn’t believe he had done it again, and that Thomas and Peter were a part of it. She looked up at Thomas, his face a picture of betrayal and shame, as was Peter’s. None of them could look back at her, their eyes elsewhere as Charles and his friends surrounded her, looking down at her naked body. Trudy then looked at Charles, not bothering to cover herself, his smile boring into her soul. There were eight of them, she counted, all the boys from that first time in the gym.

‘I thought you were going to wait until after the tournament before you let them fuck me?’ She asked, quietly, not knowing what else to say.

‘That was before you decided to fuck half the school. Now stand up.’ He told her.

‘I don’t want to.’ She answered, sounding pathetic.

‘Stand up or the boys will drag you up.’ He told her again, his voice sounding very firm.

Trudy did as he ordered, slowly standing up and facing all the boys, her face very red. Charles took hold of her arm and turned her around, showing everyone her welts and new scratches. All the boys laughed and asked about the marks, especially the scratches, slapping her bum playfully. Charles wanted to humiliate her, she could tell, as though she had done something wrong and needed punishing. He spun her back around, still holding her, not letting her escape.

‘Where the fuck did you get those scratches from?’ He asked.

She didn’t answer, not able to think of a good enough lie, knowing she couldn’t tell him the truth. The other boys were looking closely at them, as if doctors examining a patient.

‘I know,’ said one of them. ‘She had sex in the bushes.’

‘No,’ said another. ‘It was Charles scratching at her when she tried to escape.’

‘If she won’t tell us, beat her with your belt until she does.’ Suggested another, all laughing now.

‘Well?’ Asked Charles again.

Trudy had brain freeze, she couldn’t think of anything plausible to tell them. She just opened and shut her mouth, like a fish desperate for water, her face getting redder.

‘She was playing with her friend’s dog, Sam. That’s how she got them, now stop asking her, she’s scared.’ Thomas shouted from the lounge.

They all laughed at his attempt to come to her rescue, one of the bigger boys shoving him back down and telling him to shut up. Trudy looked over at Thomas, wishing she could hug him, even if he did betray her.

‘Is that what happened?’ Charles asked, looking skeptical.

Trudy seized on the idea and nodded her head, hoping he wouldn’t press the matter.

‘Were you naked when you were playing with him?’ He asked, pressing, just as she feared he would, sounding very intrigued now.

‘No ... uh ... my dress was ... uh short and he scratched me.’ She stammered, knowing how silly her answer was.

They all laughed again, not believing a word of it. ‘Beat her,’ came the call.

‘I’m not beating her today. Just fuck her, she’s all yours.’ He told them, letting go of her hand.

The boys all cheered, grabbing her and dragging her to the dining table, bending her over it as they all stripped, their cocks already hard. Thomas and Peter watched with a morbid fascination, not believing all of them were going to fuck her. Trudy didn’t resist, she knew there was no point, Charles had decided her fate.

The first cock was soon inside her, sliding in and out with ease through Thomas’ and Peter’s cum. She didn’t know which boy it was or cared, her only thought was how long it would take to clean all the cum from the carpet. She had her eyes closed when she was first bent over, wanting to block everything out, but opened them once the boy started fuckin her. Thomas and Peter were sat opposite on the sofa, their eyes wide with disbelief as they watched her being raped, both still naked.

Trudy was glad she could see them, even though they had let Charles in, she still liked them both and it was nice to look at a friendly face. She tried to smile, letting them know she forgave them, but it was hard, the boy inside her had now taken hold of her hair and was pulling it. But he soon let go, grunting loudly as he came, his cock spewing another load of sperm inside Trudy.

Thomas smiled back at Trudy, mouthing sorry, regretting what he had done but still watching, unable to look away. The second boy was now fucking her, grabbing her hair as well, liking how he was in full control over her. The sound of flesh slapping flesh filled the air as the boy fucked her wildly, his intention to go as fast as possible, thinking this was how it should be done. Trudy was being pushed back and forth on the table, her erect nipples being squashed into the wood, giving her some pleasure.

The boy’s loud grunt telling all his friends he was cumming, a loud cheer going up instantly, making him grunt even louder. When he pulled out, he gave Trudy a hard slap on her bum, bringing another loud cheer. Trudy jumped but remained silent.

The third boy started how the last had finished, with a hard slap of her bum, thinking this a great idea. Trudy jumped again but just managed to hold in her pain. She looked at Thomas, who was still watching, their eyes holding each other, giving Trudy some much needed support. This boy liked slapping Trudy and did it again as he became more and more excited, his arousal bringing out the dark side of his nature. This time, Trudy gasped in pain, causing all the other boys to cheer even louder.

She gripped the edge of the table as he fucked and slapped her, Thomas and Peter now standing, wanting a better look. Trudy thought they might be trying to help her but when she saw their hard cocks, she knew that wasn’t the case, they were both as excited as the others. She let out another cry, the boy cumming inside her and yanking hard on her hair.

He too slapped her hard on pulling out, her bum now getting very red. The fourth boy continued with the slapping, his hand landing as his cock sunk deep inside her. Thomas and Peter were now closer, their cocks overriding their conscience as they watched Trudy being fucked and beaten. She still looked at Thomas, his eyes going from hers to the cock raping her, enjoying both, wondering how it felt for her, hoping he would get another go.

She could see it their eyes, both of them enjoying her ordeal along with the others. What was it about her that made them all do this? She asked herself, another slap landing. Was it her? Did she encourage this behaviour? The latest boy was now cumming, his sperm feeling hot as he washed her cunt with it, his parting slap making her gasp loudly.

When the fifth boy plunged his cock into her, she gasped again, his slap landing high on her bum. He fucked her slower than the others, with a better rhythm, his slaps matching his fucking. She liked this one, it felt good, much to her anger. When Thomas stroked her hair, his cock just to her side, she let out a moan, unable to hold it in. A few of the boys heard her and recognised it, realising she was starting to enjoy the ordeal.

She swore to herself, not believing her body again, hating her weakness. The boy now squeezed her bum, digging his nails into her already tender flesh as he continued his slow fucking. ‘No, no, please stop.’ She said to herself, quietly.

A couple of the boys laughed at her moan, telling John, the one fucking her, that she liked what he was doing. If she wasn’t already bright red, she would have blushed hard, knowing she couldn’t hold in her arousal. John held her hips as he now worked hard to bring another moan, grinding into her and moving his body in a circular motion when he was buried deep in her cunt. Trudy liked this, his cock moving around inside her and pressing just where it brought the most pleasure. Another slap on her bum from a boy watching gave them what they wanted: a loud moan full of sexual pleasure.

‘Fuck, she likes it. You were right, Charles.’ Thomas said, astonished at her behaviour.

John wanted to carry on fucking her but his excitement got the better of him, his inexperience not allowing him to hold back and just like the other boys, he grunted and came, his cock twitching as his seed blasted her pussy. Trudy loved how it made her feel, cum gushing into her, and moaned again, her fingers digging into the wood.

John pulled out and slapped her, the next rapist soon pushing his cock into her, slapping her hard as well. Trudy wasn’t sure if she was going to cum but knew her self-control was gone, the latest boy fucking her at just the right pace to elicit another moan, much to his surprise. He slapped her again, enjoying seeing her reaction, her bum glowing red as he carried on.

By the time he had cum, Trudy was moaning continuously, the pain and pleasure pushing her ever closer to yet another orgasm. The seventh boy came almost straight away, not even bothering to slap her, his excitement all too much for him. Trudy let out a little sigh, disappointed she wasn’t going to cum.

‘Go on, Thomas, fuck her again, I can see you want to.’ Charles told him, throwing him a towel to wipe her cunt with.

Trudy looked up at Thomas, her eyes telling him to do it, not that he needed telling, he was already moving to her rear. He took the towel and wiped all the cum from her hole and thighs, throwing it down when he was done.

‘Do you want me to fuck you, Trudy?’ He suddenly asked, grinning at Charles, his cock just at her entrance.

Charles laughed, liking his style. But Trudy was shocked by his question, hurt he would make her humiliate herself for the group’s pleasure. He asked again when she didn’t answer, slapping her bum hard, twice, making her jump.

‘Yes, yes ... i want you to fuck me.’ She quickly answered, hating him for doing this.

They all laughed as Thomas began fucking her, slowly and hard, giving her the occasional hard smack just to add to her humiliation. He felt good fucking her again, in control and able to hold himself back. He then grabbed her hair, yanking it as he slapped her, riding her like a horse. Trudy let out a cry as he fucked her, her hair being used as reins as he showed off for his audience, no longer thinking of her feelings.

Her bum was really burning now, the continual punishment turning it bright red and making her whimper as well as moan, the pain increasing as she neared her orgasm. She felt so guilty, nothing she could do would stop it and everyone would see and know just what she was, again. She could hear all the boys laughing and commenting, calling her names and enjoying her ordeal, feeling in total control of her and the situation.

If anything, and this was the worst of it, she was beginning to respond to their misogyny with more and more acceptance and excitement, as if it was just a normal part of sex. Peter was now in front of her, his cock at her lips, pressing against them and forcing her to open. Thomas let go of her hair so she could, her mouth opening and taking in the cock, sucking on it with enthusiasm.

‘Jesus, look at her, fucking slut, she loves it.’ Went up the cry.

Thomas gave her a hard smack for her efforts, his thrusts getting a little faster as he grew more aroused. Fucking this beautiful woman and knowing she wanted him to, was beyond his imagination, he could barely conceive of her letting him touch her bum let alone this. Trudy responded to his vigorous thrusts, moaning on the cock in her mouth, her orgasm fast approaching. She was now in full slut mode, her body in total control as she lapped up what the boys were giving her.

She could feel Thomas nearing his orgasm, his movements becoming more erratic as he began to lose control. Trudy now concentrated on making sure she joined him, her body demanding it. Another smack helping her over the edge, her nipples rubbing hard into the wood as Thomas began grunting, both of them reaching nirvana together.

All the others watched in awe, never tiring of seeing the sexiest woman any of them knew, cumming like a whore. She had to let go of Peter’s cock, her mouth opening wide as she added her moans to those of Thomas’, the crescendo of noise reaching its peak as their bodies exploded like a fifth of November fireworks display. For Trudy, it was her umpteenth orgasm, yet it felt like her first, her body becoming an ever-demanding receptacle for sexual pleasure.

Her pussy was clenching down hard on Thomas’ cock, not letting it go, wanting it to give her more, her moans begging him to fuck her longer. But poor Thomas just wanted to sit down, his body feeling wonderful and totally satisfied. Peter wanted him gone as well, waiting with his hard cock. Trudy didn’t care who was fucking her anymore, just that someone was.

When Thomas pulled out, Peter slid in, his need to cum now imperative. He had watched Trudy writhing in front of him and sucking his cock, but now just wanted to cum, to release that tension in his balls. Trudy welcomed him, sighing as he buried himself, the feeling of anything in her cunt making her happy. He didn’t last long, though, adding his cum to the rest, grunting loudly and collapsing on her back. They lay there for a few seconds before Peter was pulled away, Charles and two other boys pulling Trudy onto the table and laying her on her back. Once on the table, her arms were pulled behind her head and her legs spread wide, four boys holding all her limbs.

All the boys gathered around her, naked and looking down, cum dripping from her pussy onto the wood. She was still glowing from her orgasm, not really thinking about what was happening, watching them as they all stared at her body, one of them wiping her cunt. A couple of them then started touching her, playing with her nipples, pulling and twisting them, enjoying how they felt and looked. Another boy had gotten something from the kitchen and was now pushing it inside her cunt, playing with her.

They were all there, touching and looking, doing things to her body, taking advantage of the situation to do anything they wanted. The thing inside her cunt was pulled out and replaced with fingers, pulling her lips open and exploring the pinkness. Some were tugging at her lips while another found her clit, wondering what it was, taking it between his fingers.

Trudy wriggled and tried to move her arms and legs, not liking what they were doing, but she couldn’t, they held her tight, not letting her move an inch. One boy now put his cock to her mouth, pushing it inside and forcing it down her throat, making her gag and gasp for air. All of them were laughing at her, not seeing her as the head’s wife anymore but an object to be toyed with and abused as they saw fit.