Chapter 1

Dina had very large breasts for a fourteen year old. Some other girls with large breasts wore them proudly, strutting around school like they owned the place, basking in the constant drooling stares from ultra horny teenage boys and relishing their first taste of unbridled sexual power, but Dina wasn't like that. All the gawking made her feel uncomfortable. Even at home in private her double D-cups made her feel out of place, like she didn't belong in her own body. When she was naked she found herself holding her tits alot of the time, just to keep them out of the way. Or maybe she felt like they were going to fall right off her body.

Although no one had ever told her, Dina was secretly convinced that she had a pretty face, and that her naturally curly brown hair was stellar. She had a nice ass, and toned legs. It seemed, however, that both guys and girls chose to focus on only one area: her chest. This is why she wore loose tops that were never lowcut. But they barely concealed her massive breasts.

Everyone's apparent obsession with her tits had caused her to become inwardly obsessed with them herself. The whole issue diminished her confidence and she mostly avoided social situations in school. Besides, she felt that no one equaled her maturity level. No one, except Sherry.

Sherry was one part brains and nine parts bitch. She was a total snob and totally proud of it. She was stunningly beautiful, brazenly forward, filthy rich, and wildly popular. Everyone was intimidated by her. Everyone, except Dina. The two girls had been friends since they were little girls, having originally been next door neighbors, and were inseparable. Although Sherry had an entourage of hyper girls that followed her around in hopes of emulating her coolness and siphoning off her popularity, Dina knew the real Sherry who was down to earth and uplifting when they were alone. It was like they were a two person army that saw through all the fake bullshit that burst forth from the halls of their high school on a daily basis. And even though Sherry was older, she never made Dina look bad in front of her flunkies, in fact quite the opposite, often sticking up for Dina.

One autumn afternoon after school, Dina's girly sneakers crunched over the blanket of dried out leaves that were covering the sidewalk. Her thoughts drifted to boys as usual, and she wondered if she would ever allow herself to lose her virginity. Sherry, who was sixteen, had slept with nine guys since she lost her virginity when she was eleven. Dina couldn't even begin to fathom having sex at eleven, and thought maybe Sherry had been raped. But she had just shrugged her shoulders at Dina's shocked expression.

"I walked in on my brother playing with himself," Sherry paused, as if wondering if she should continue. Then she smiled and said, "So we fucked" in a way that made it seem completely normal. It was times like this that Dina thought Sherry was hiding something, that maybe there lurked wounds and insecurities deep below the cocky surface that she would cover up by being shocking, and when that didn't work, by being twice as shocking.

Dina continued shuffling along the dried out leaves, lost in thought. "Hey, sexy," a thin, masculine voice startled her. A pickup truck pulled up by the sidewalk. Dina instantly recognized the driver as Craig, Sherry's current boyfriend. Dina's friend never dated any boys in high school, or even any guys under twenty, and Craig was no exception at twenty-three.

"Do you need a ride?"

Dina considered. He was skinny with short black hair and had a perpetual five o'clock shadow. Today he was wearing a partially wrinkled white shirt with a non descript tie. Craig was one of those guys who started working straight out of high school, and now he was a manager at a local Best Buy or some such place. She had met him one other time and thought he was creepy.

"No thanks, I'm almost home."

He snickered, "C'mon don't be silly, get in, I'll give you a ride." His smile seemed innocent enough. He had a persuasive charm about him, a quality that Sherry looked for in men. Dina rolled her eyes and got in.

They drove away in the direction of her house. "So how are ya?" he said.

"Where's Sherry?" Dina said immediately. His eyebrows raised and his forehead wrinkled.

"I don't really know," he said carelessly. Dina wondered if maybe Craig and Sherry were fighting. "You look hot," he said suddenly, grinning in her direction. She had never been called hot, or sexy, but now twice in the same day, and by a much older guy. It added to his creepiness but she was flattered nonetheless. She had secretly told herself that she was sexy when she looked at herself nude in the mirror in her bedroom. To finally hear it from a guy -- any guy -- was validating.

"Thanks," she smiled sheepishly.

"Just thought you should know," he replied, and slapped his hand across her knee. Her smile disappeared but she didn't have time to object. They approached the street Dina's house was on and the pick up kept going.

"Oh I forgot to tell you, that was my street," Dina said, starting to realize it was a little strange that he had never asked where she lived.

"Oh really?" He said without concern.

"Yeah." She waited for him to turn around, but he never did. "Why haven't you turned around?" She looked over at him and sensed something amiss.

He looked back coldly and said, "Cause we're not going there."

Dina opened her mouth to scream, almost ashamed at herself for being so predictible, but a hand came from behind and prevented any such occurence. There was someone hiding in the cab! The unfamiliar hand slapped a big swath of duct tape over her mouth and grabbed her now flailing arms. As the hidden partner in crime bound her arms behind the seat, Dina started kicking her feet wildly against the windshield. Craig dropped his right arm down thunderously upon her knees, and she couldn't move. She forced muffled screams and started to cry.

The truck ambled off the pavement onto a dirt road, and Dina's fear tripled as dust blew up around the vehicle and they bobbed violently up and down. Both of Craig's arms were now back on the wheel, and Dina knew that she was completely trapped, and that there was nothing she could do about it. She stopped trying to scream through her taped mouth.

The dirt road twisted through a forest. After a few more minutes, they turned left on to a narrow fire road that climbed steeply upwards. They were going somewhere where Dina's screams for help would be futile.

When they reached a clearing at the top of the hill, the truck skidded to a stop, and Craig jumped out. He ran around, opened the passenger side door, and grabbed the lever for the seat, flinging Dina forward unceremoniously. The mystery passenger got out, and Craig shoved the seat back, shoving Dina along with it as her hands were tied behind the seat.

With the door still open, the mystery passenger approached Dina. He was wearing a face mask, or more specifically a black winter hat that covered his face but left holes for two burning eyes and a commanding mouth. He produced a very sharp looking knife. "Not a sound, nor a struggle," he intoned, holding the knife close to her face. His voice was deep and otherworldly. She believed he would use that knife on her if she gave him a reason to. She decided not to do that.

He cut her arms free and pulled her out of the truck. She dropped to her knees as if she was in front of a firing squad. At this point she was resigned to her fate. She was going to get raped, and she knew it. She just didn't want to get killed. She tried to talk but the tape rendered her words useless. She looked up at her two captors. Craig ripped the tape painfully off her mouth.

"Please don't hurt me, I'll do whatever you want," she whimpered.

"That's the idea," Craig said softly. It was a tiny relief. "Now take off your clothes, or we'll cut them off with that knife and then leave you here with nothing to wear when we're done. It's your choice."

Dina stood up and started to remove her clothes gingerly, trying to hold back tears. The guy with the mask seemed disappointed by her choice. When she was in her bra and panties, the masked captor said, "Stop there," and then approached her holding the knife menacingly. He slipped the dull edge of the blade against her hip and under the thin material of her panties. He pulled the knife away from her body and her panties fell to the side, revealing her thick brunette bush for the first time to any man. Her face flushed red. He cut the other side, grabbed the ruined panties, and threw them to the ground. He threw the knife to the ground as well, reached behind her, and unclasped her bra. Her enormous breasts spilled out, thumb sized nipples hard from the air.

"Look at the size of those tits," Craig said. She was so embarrassed. "They're fucking huge, even bigger than I had thought." That's exactly what she had worked so hard to hide on a regular basis.

"You were right Craig," came the masked man's deep voice, "Those are some of the biggest real tits I've ever seen." They stared at her in disbelief. Suddenly it dawned on her that if it wasn't for her gargantuan breasts, she could have very well avoided this horrifying scenario. She cursed them silently for making her such a blatant sex object.

"How old is she again?" the masked man questioned.

"I dunno, fifteen I think," Craig replied, and his associate whistled appreciatively.

She just wanted to get it over with and here they were making a big production out of this. She was naked in front of them, feeling completely awkward and frightened. But they quickly got down to business.

The masked man went first. Dina was hardly scared of getting raped at this point; she had become numb to that whole concept. Instead, she was scared of getting hurt because she was a virgin. She decided that she had to get aroused. She had to have a wet pussy so as to counteract the discomfort as much as possible. They had instructed her to lie on her back on the uncomfortable bed of dead leaves that were everywhere and spread her legs. Craig's mystery partner was over her with his pants bunched up at his ankles and was about to enter her.

"Wait!" She exclaimed.

"What?" the masked man grunted.

She didn't really know how to put it, but she had little time to explain herself. So she just stammered, "I... I'm not ready... I... I... I need to get wet first..."

"I like my girls better when they're not ready," he replied gruffly, and thrust his hard cock into her tight cunt.

"Ow!" She screamed. But it didn't hurt as much as she thought it would. She lay there lifelessly as he fucked her for seven minutes and six seconds and then came inside her. He got up and then Craig took over. At this point, she felt pretty sore. She didn't want the pain to get any worse, and she wasn't properly lubricated still. She tried again to request for leniency, this time with Craig.

"Let me masturbate for you first," she pleaded, giving him what she thought was a sexy look, the shy smile she had flashed him earlier in the truck in response to his compliment. He was standing over her with his pants down and his hard on pointing arrogantly forward. He seemed a little taken aback by her request.

"Ok," he said simply. Now came the moment of truth. Could she get herself aroused enough to make getting raped bearable? She knew she had to involve her breasts, as much as she felt betrayed by them. She realized that the more she turned Craig on the quicker he would come and the sooner this whole ordeal would be over, or so she hoped. She started fondling her mammoth breasts and tweaking her thick nipples. She was going to use her breasts to her advantage for once, knowing that this is what men found so damn appealing about her. Craig seemed entranced. Then she spread her legs as far as they would go and slid her hands along her inner thighs. When her hands reached her pussy, she was surprised to discover a little moisture there. It was more than just sweat. She slipped a finger in, and then two, just like when she was in her own bed masturbating.

As she finger fucked herself in front of her second rapist-to-be, she was getting more than just physically turned on. She shut her eyes and the whole situation started to seem dreamlike and erotic. She had just been raped. Lost her virginity in a cruel manner. She hated it. But now it was turning her on thinking about it. She started to moan a little and she fingered her wet cunt faster.

"OK that's enough," Craig's thin voice startled her, like an AM radio transmission to her head. Her eyes snapped open and she felt disturbed by her own actions. She focused on his hard prick and became even more disturbed by the fact that she couldn't wait for him to fuck her with it. But first he made her sit up and suck it. She had done that once before to some cute college boy at a party Sherry had dragged her to. They had been alone in a room and he had sweetly shown her exactly how to do it right. Then she used her hand to finish him off. She remembered the memory fondly, having felt like a good girl who was able to satisfy a man. It was her sole sexual experience, brought on by a generous helping of alcohol. Now she had to do it again, and she focused on that memory as she took Craig's cock into her mouth. As she did so, she realized that Craig's masked partner apparently had disappeared.