Chapter 6

It was another rough night. I woke up several times during the night. The nightmares were awful. It was bad enough that I was spending my days as a victim of sexual humiliation and rape. But my nights were full of it too. I tossed and turned all night and when I managed to sleep I had nightmares of being forced to go to school naked or being the only girl in the class and I had to have sex with anyone that wanted to, any time, any place. But then, that was pretty close to the truth now.

I woke for the last time at a little before five. I was still tired. But I didn't want to go back to sleep. I couldn't take any more of those nightmares. I tried to read for a few minutes. But my mind just wouldn't focus.

I finally got out of bed and turned my computer on. As I feared, there were a dozen more emails from Cody. Most of them were pictures taken at the school yesterday. But there were several taken from outside my window last night, as well as a video clip that recorded me undressing and touching myself while a dozen kids took photographs. I wondered if the neighbors were seeing this strange behavior.

In his final email, Cody said that he would inform me of my punishment for wearing shorts when I reported to him in homeroom in the morning.

Fuck! Don't I ever get to win?!

Since this all started I had been pretty much ignoring my emails, except for the ones from Cody. I went through and deleted the spam. I ignored the jokes. I wasn't in the mood. I answered the very few that required a response. Then I went to the web site that our local newspaper had set up.

I hadn't seen the news in days. The hit and run was still the major story. There was an update on the kid that had been hit. His condition had improved and now they were confident that he would make a full recovery. I was happy for him. Unfortunately, it did not appear that the same could be said for my family. We seemed to be imploding.

I shut the computer down and tried to do a little of the homework I had put off. It was a bitch trying to concentrate. I got a little of the reading done but my mind kept wandering and I found myself reading the same sentence over and over and having no idea what I had just read.

Finally I just gave up. I stretched out on my back and closed my eyes and although I wanted to think of anything else in the world I wondered what would happen to me today. What punishment would that asshole demand of me? What would it be like, sitting in a classroom full of boys who had seen me naked or even had sex with me?

I did the math in my head. So far I have had sex with fourteen of my classmates. Fifteen if you count Lisa. And this only started three days ago! A dozen more of the guys from my class saw me naked last night. I wasn't able to make out the identities of all of them. But I'm going to assume that it was twelve different guys last night. And as soon as Cody was able to arrange it I would probably end up fucking them too.

That means that so far I have had, or I am about to have sex with twenty-seven of my classmates. Just to avoid confusion, let's leave Lisa out of it and call it twenty-six.

I go to a pretty small school. There are only two sophomore homerooms. There may be thirty-five kids in each class. Approximately half of them are male. So even though I was a virgin last Friday, I have already had sex or undressed for twenty-six of the thirty-five males in my class.

The only question was how many more days before I have had sex with all of them. I doubt if it would be long. By the time I got to school this morning, every boy and probably every girl in the sophomore class will know about me. They won't know the truth. They won't know that I am being blackmailed and I am doing all of this against my will.

They will just know that I am the class slut, the class peg board. Good old Carin roundheels, the pushover! I won't have any friends left among the girls and I won't have any chance for romance with the boys. No one will want a girl like me for a girlfriend.

I got up just before the alarm would have gone off. I heard my parents moving around. It sounded like they might be coming out of hibernation. I put my robe on and went and took a shower. I started to get dressed for school. I had my underwear on before I remembered that I was only allowed to wear it on the school grounds.

I didn't know how that was going to work. I put my skirt and blouse on and stuffed my bra and panties into my purse. I put on my sweater, even though it was still too warm for a sweater. I grabbed my book bag and my purse and carried them downstairs. I left them by the door and went to the kitchen.

My parents were both at the table drinking coffee. They were dressed and ready for work. They said good morning, but they never once looked me in the eye. Mom looked sad. But she seemed nearly normal now. I was afraid she was going to be acting like some madwoman after hiding in her bedroom since the accident. It remained to be seen if she could get through a day at work. It might help to take her mind off of what was bothering her.

Dad tried to act normal. But he couldn't really hold a conversation. He seemed skittish. He would ask me a question and not hear my response. I smiled when I realized that I didn't have to worry about them noticing that I wasn't wearing underwear. Hell! I could have been naked and I don't think they would have noticed!

Andy finally came dragging down fifteen minutes or so later. I had already finished my cereal. I hadn't eaten since Friday. But even so I had to force myself to finish a bowl of cereal. I was too on edge to eat.

I got up as Andy was sitting down. I told my parents that I had to get to school a little early to check on a lab project. They didn't seem to care. I went up and brushed my teeth and hurried out of the house. I waited until I got down to the corner to roll my waistband over. Then I walked to school. The closer I got to the school the more crowded the sidewalks were. But it was still early so I didn't attract too much attention.

I didn't go unnoticed either. Several guys commented on my skirt, or rather, they commented on how little there was of it. When I got to the school I made my way through the clumps of kids waiting until the last possible second to enter the school. I went inside and put my book bag in my locker. I kept my notebook and two text books and went to the girl's restroom. It was nearly empty.

I went into a stall and quickly put my underwear on. I checked the time on my cell phone. I had almost five minutes before I had to report to Cody. I went out and looked at myself in the mirror. I knew that my skirt was far too short to comply with the school's dress code. Girls fudged on that all the time and no one said anything. But I couldn't remember ever seeing a skirt this short in school. I doubted very much that I was going to get through the day without being sent to the office for dressing like a slut. But I would have to worry about that when the time came.

I went back out to my locker and put my sweater up. Then I made my way to my homeroom on the second floor. Cody was already there. He was sitting in the far corner with Harris. They were surrounded by a dozen or more boys. Most of them were boys that had raped me yesterday. There were three or four that had not yet had the honor. I could tell by their faces that they knew it wouldn't be long. They were laughing and joking, undoubtedly about me. When I entered the room all conversation came to a sudden stop. I was so scared that I was feeling dizzy. But I was much too afraid of Cody to do anything but approach him meekly and follow every degrading order he gave me.

The boys standing around him made way as I crossed the room and stood in front of Cody. He looked even more arrogant than usual. I realized that his power over me gave him a lot of power with the kids in school. And the more he used it to humiliate me for their amusement the more power he accrued.

Cody looked me over and asked, "What did I tell you about wearing shorts, cunt?"

I fought to keep from crying. Why did this have to happen to me, here, in front of all of these boys?!

In a timid voice that turned my stomach I quietly responded, "I'm sorry, Cody. I forgot. It was just in my bedroom. No one was there. I won't do it again. I promise."

He chuckled and said, "There have to be consequences, Carin. Look how much faster you learned when I put that clothespin on your nipple on Saturday. You remembered what you were supposed to do after that. Didn't you?"

I heard my voice crack as responded nervously, "Yes, sir."

Cody sat on his desk, basking in his power. I felt the eyes of the boys that had closed back in around us. But I focused on Cody. He finally pronounced my punishment. I am pretty sure that it was more to amuse the boys and to demonstrate his power than to punish me. He smiled and said, "Take your panties off. Your punishment is that you can't wear them in school today. And you are never to have your knees together. They must be at least six inches apart at all times. The guys will all be helping me keep an eye on you."

I stood there, unmoving, until he got impatient and snapped, "Now, bitch!"

I came to my senses and reached under my skirt. I was shaking like a leaf and I had trouble getting my finger under my shirttails and grabbing the waistband of my panties. I finally got a grip on them and pulled them down in front of all of those boys. I tried not to think about the display I was putting on.

I stepped out of them quickly. I had been forced to stand nude in my bedroom window for most of these boys already. I had been forced to have sex with about half of them. But there was something about being in a classroom before school started that made this even more embarrassing.

I stood there, red faced, after flashing more than a dozen boys. I wadded my panties up and started to put them in my purse. Cody stopped me. He held out his hand and I gave him my panties. He opened them up and held them up for all to see. There was a murmur of quiet comments but the blood was pounding in my ears so loudly that I didn't understand them.

Cody asked if anyone wanted them. They were just plain white nylon briefs. That was what most of my panties were. But that didn't matter to them. They eagerly vied for possession of my underwear, probably just to humiliate me even further.

Donny ended up with them. Cody threw them to him and put on an elaborate show, holding them to his nose and inhaling loudly. There was a chorus of crude laughter and cruder comments and he even offered the crotch of my underwear to the boys around him so that they could have a sniff. How fucking humiliating!

The first bell rang finally and the boys started to slowly separate and take their seats. I looked at Cody, waiting to see if I was released. He warned me not to forget about my knees and he ordered me to meet him by his car in the parking lot after school.

I started to understand people who commit suicide. I couldn't go on like this much longer.

I hurried to my seat, aware of the eyes of every boy in the room watching as I struggled to sit at my desk without exposing myself. I didn't succeed. My skirt rode up past where my pubic hair used to be when I sat down, even though I was trying very hard to hold it down. I struggled with it, aware of the boys enjoying the show, whispering and giggling excitedly. They were disgusting. I tried to ignore them. I finally managed to pull my skirt down. I resolved that before the start of my next class I was going to unroll my waistband. What did I have to lose? My life couldn't get any worse.

I opened my knees. The boys seated around me were all watching and enjoying the show. But to be honest, I was more concerned about the girls and what they were going to think of me.

Lisa came rushing in just before the final bell rang. She was flushed and she was dressed just like I was now forced to dress. I had to believe that she had heard from Cody since I had seen her yesterday afternoon. Well, I quickly learned that she wasn't dressed exactly like me. When she sat down I saw the crotch of her pale blue panties come into view. At least she got to wear underwear.

Lisa glanced at me and I saw how upset she was. I wanted to reassure her. But there was nothing I could say to make her feel better, nothing that wouldn't be a flat out lie.

There was always a lot of hushed conversation in homeroom before the bell rang to go to our first class. Today there was noticeably more talking. But there was a difference. The boys were obviously agitated, or perhaps I should say turned on. The girls all seemed to know what was going on. I got a basket full of dirty looks. I had instantly become an object of loathing, despite the fact that I had enjoyed a good reputation since these girls and I had started going to school together more than ten years ago.

They saw the way that I was dressed. They heard the stories about me from this weekend. In two days my reputation was completely destroyed. Not one of my friends even gave me a chance to tell my side of the story, not that I could have said anything in my own defense. But I thought I deserved the chance to defend myself.

My only refuge now was to stare at some of the scratches on my desk and try not to see the nasty looks and hear the crude comments that seemed to have a physical presence in the room.

The bell finally rang for our first class of the day. My first class was just two doors down so I had time to pop into the girl's restroom and adjust my skirt. I rolled it back down but I pulled it up a little higher on my waist to compensate.

I was pretty sure that Cody wouldn't notice. At least I hoped that he wouldn't. I tried to convince myself that he couldn't make my life any worse. But I knew that wasn't true. He is a cruel, arrogant, self centered little pervert who would take great pleasure in making my life even more difficult.

I checked the mirror before I left the restroom. My skirt was still scandalously short. I couldn't help being constantly aware of the fact that I wasn't wearing panties now and my pussy was not much more than an inch from being exposed.

I stepped back out into the crowded corridor. I crossed over and eased into the traffic flow going in my direction. I didn't pay any attention to who was around me, not until I felt a hand reach under my skirt and grab my ass. I was struck, not so much by the fact that someone felt free to do that to me, but by my own reaction. If this had happened last Friday someone would have died. Now I just turned my head to see who was violating me. It was Todd, one of the boys that had raped me repeatedly in the gym yesterday.

I ignored it. I didn't feel that I had a choice. My body didn't belong to me anymore. I heard the obscene comments from Todd and his two companions. His two friends, Gary and Pete, were very jealous.

Todd began to worm a finger into my asshole as I walked down the crowded corridor. I could only bite my lip and let him do whatever he wanted. I couldn't even walk faster. The hall was so crowded that I was unable to do anything but permit that indignity.

I turned into the classroom and Todd finally took his fingers off of my ass. He had to. The teacher was standing at his desk and watching us file in. I took my normal seat and spread my knees the required six inches apart. Todd stopped beside me and wiped his finger in my hair. I assume it was the finger that had been in my ass. Then he went to his seat.

Gary took his seat in front of me. As soon as he sat down he turned and looked right up my skirt. I knew that he was staring right at my pussy. But there was nothing that I could do about it. Gary was not one of the boys who had been given the opportunity to fuck me, not yet anyway. I couldn't identify all of the boys who had witnessed my little strip show last night. But I didn't see him out there. So as far as I knew he was getting his first good look at my pussy. I'm sure he would get to see a lot of it from now on.

I saw several other boys sitting near me turn and enjoy the view. Several of the girls noticed too. I suppose it was hard to miss. They made it obvious that they were not as pleased with my display as the boys were.

Mr. Finney closed the door when the bell rang and began trying to teach us algebra. I actually enjoyed his class and the subject came easily to me. I liked him, too. He was a good teacher and he was friendly with a great sense of humor.

I prayed that he wouldn't notice the way I was dressed. But my prayers weren't answered. Not ten minutes into the class he stopped talking in mid sentence. I looked up from my notes and I saw what had distracted him. My pussy. He was staring right at it.

I held my breath, waiting for him to send me to the office or call attention to my exposure, in case there was anyone in the class that wasn't aware of it. Instead he continued with the lesson. But he cast frequent glances at my crotch throughout the rest of the hour.

When the bell rang I gathered my books and my purse and stood up carefully. I tried to hurry out before he could speak to me. I didn't succeed. He called me over to his desk and I blushed, knowing what he wanted to see me about.

He waited until there was no one around his desk and exclaimed, "What in the hell has gotten into you?! Have you lost your mind?!"

I didn't know how to respond. I certainly couldn't tell him the truth. I was having enough trouble dealing with the reactions of my fellow students. I wasn't prepared to handle the teachers.

I finally just shrugged and said, "I'm sorry. I can't ... I have to ... I'm sorry, sir. I am doing what I have to do."

He looked at me and I could see that he didn't know what to do or what to say. He shook his head and waved me away. I sighed in relief and rushed to my next class. I managed to avoid being seen with my pussy on display by any more teachers for the rest of the morning. I was constantly molested by boys in between classes. Most of them were reasonably discreet about it. They would reach up under my skirt as I moved between classes. Their hot sweaty hands squeezed my ass or, whenever possible, reached around and cupped my pussy. I never resisted. I couldn't fight them all and I didn't dare try.

Barry wouldn't settle for that mild form of abuse. He caught me at my locker. I was getting out the books I needed for my last class of the morning. Barry lifted my skirt all the way up in back, totally baring my ass to everyone around me. He patted my naked ass possessively and then walked off, leaving my ass exposed.

I kept my eyes on the floor and reached back to pull my skirt back down. I didn't look around. I didn't want to know who had seen me exposed like that.

I didn't bring a lunch today. My plan now was to head for the restroom and lock myself in a stall until lunch hour was over. I didn't make it. I was only steps from the restroom door when I felt a hand on my arm. I didn't even look up. I stopped and waited for whoever it was to do whatever they were going to do. It wasn't going to be so simple though. It was Cody.

He said, "Come with me. He turned my arm loose and I followed him down the corridor. He led me down the stairs into the basement. There wasn't much down there. The schools woodshop was down here. But everything else was part of the plant. The heating and cooling systems and a repair shop were down here. Storage rooms and things like that. It was kind of creepy.

We went into a storage room and Cody closed the door behind me. I was dismayed, but not in the least surprised to see four of my male classmates sitting around looking at me expectantly.

Cody said, "I see you didn't bring your lunch today. I was concerned that you weren't maintaining your protein level."

He ordered me to undress and suck off the four boys. He warned me that I would regret it if I didn't satisfy them all by the time my next class started. He watched me undress and kneel in front of Jeff. He left when I started sucking Jeff's cock.

These were four of the boys that I recognized from outside my house last night. They had watched me undress and play with my tits and pussy for fifteen minutes and took a shit load of pictures for souvenirs.

Jeff leaned forward and grabbed my tits with both hands. He squeezed them and pulled on them and I was pretty sure that he had never touched a girl's tits before. If he had touched any other girl the way he was groping me she would have broken his arms.

Thankfully he was more interested in what I was doing with my mouth. He sat back up and leaned back and let me suck him off. In only two days I had done this so often that it wasn't even a big deal anymore. At least he wasn't trying to shove his cock down my throat. I used all of the tricks that I had learned this past weekend and brought him to orgasm quickly. I was relieved when Phil, Len and Kerry were just as easily satisfied.