A Highschool Rape Story
Introduction:
Real events with a fantasy twist.
Angel viewed herself as a ghost roaming the halls. She kept head down and her large bulky bag clung tight to her body. Her frizzy, curly , unmanageable hair tight in a messy pony tail. She never wore any makeup and shuffled in her ratted tennis shoes she’d had since last year. With it being the middle of March, the TN heat was blistering, but Angel always wore that large gray over sized hoodie. It was a very rare occasion if it ever came off of her curving, plump body.
On this particular day, it was a Wednesday afternoon. The fifth period bell rang as the students gathered their belongings and rushed for the door. Angel would sigh with relief knowing another day was slowly coming to an end. She rose from her seat and readjusted her baggy blue jeans. This frustrated her as they didn’t sit right on her hips, but were the only few pairs she had that would fit her larger thighs and ass. Tossing her belongings into her oversides bag, she threw it over her shoulder and made her way to the door. Once hitting the halls, she chatter of students echoed every corner. Her eyes glanced around for any familiar faces, but no one paid her any attention. With a soft sigh she turned the corner into the large Bay Area swarming with students with the occasional distracted teacher. She made her way past a large group of guys that at first seemed to pay her no mind. As she was passing the male bathroom, just past the group, she felt a strong grasp on her bag jerking her back. She stumbled back, falling to the ground. She went to yell and get up but was blocked by the same group of guys pushing her further into the bathroom. The deeper into the bathroom she went the faster the door was closing behind them. Her freedom, her safety, gone.
Angel went to scream for help as the warning bell wailed outside the door. She was backed in a corner now with six guys surrounding her. She went to scream again, but one scrawny, but ripped young man covered her mouth with a menicing smile.
“Oh no you don’t, bitch.” The young man growled.
Angel was shaking with fear. She knew she was out numbered and she couldn’t figure out why her. Out of all the girls in the student body, why her. Tears began to well in her eyes as a second boy began to laugh. He was the tallest in the group, a strong young black man.
“Look, you made her cry TJ! Don’t worry doll face, we will take good care of you.” He grinned as he looked at the boy covering her mouth.
Out of sheer panic she bit TJ’s hand as hard as she could, praying he would release his grasp. He released his hand just long enough to smack her right across the face causing her to drop to her knees.
“Stupid bitch..You’re going to pay for that. Max, I’m getting her first for that one.” TJ muttered as he grinned at younger black male. As TJ was walking to the sink to clean his hand another bigger guy stepped forward jerking her bag from her shoulder throwing it in a near by stall. The bigger guy grabbed her up pinning her arms behind her back. Angel tried to jerk away, but his strength was no match for hers.
“Please..please let me go!” Angel begged and pleaded.
“I won’t tell anyone, I promise!” She cried out.
The voice behind her echoed in her ear, “Oh, we aren’t letting you go, but you still won’t be telling anyone.”
That voice. She recognized the voice behind her. Her eyes darted around the dimly lit room. She recognized everyone in the room…
“Yes I will, Jinx!” She cried out trying her best to jerk away.
“You won’t get away with this!” She yelled before a sticky firm silk was placed over her mouth.
Her eyes darted around the group trying to remember each face, each name. TJ….Max…Jinx…Castel…Greyson..Kyle..
Yes, she would get free and report all of them.
Castel, a large and in charge type of guy stepped forward placing a hand on her cheek with that same sinister grin as the others. Slowly his hand traveled down her neck, then to her chest stopping right on top of her left breast.
“ I think this hoodie needs to come off so we can see what we are really working with.” He chimmed as he reached in pocket pulling a rather large and sharp knife from his pocket. He grabbed ahold of the top of her hoodie slowly the blade down the cotton the material. Angels eyes widened in panic trying to struggle away only causing the blade to cut quicker. The boys let the material fall off her shoulders resting at her wrists where Jinx was holding her. Another baggy white T-shirt stood in the way of what the boys really wanted. With one quick rip, Castel tore the fabric from her body exposing her average 40B breasts protruding from her red lace bra. The bra was slightly to small causing her breasts to perk even more than usual.
The boys began to whoop at the sight of her breasts. Angels eyes instantly hit the groundwith her cheeks turning a bright red. She tried to turn herself away from the gawking eyes, but was only held tighter.
“Now that’s what I’m talking about!” TJ laughed as he reached a hand forward grabbing ahold of her right breast firmly.
Angel let out a small gasp which caused the boys to grin more. She’d never felt a serve of feeling like that before.
“We picked a good one boys! She must still be a virgin. “ Kyle smirked. He was more of the country boy that all the wanna be country girls flaunted over.
This comment caused TJ to become more intrigued. His hand travel down her body to her hips then to her zipper. His hands worked the triple buttons away from her stomach and pulled the zipper down to reveal her light blue hipster panties. Angels cheeks grew redder by the second. The boys began to whistle and mock her attire as she kept her head down refusing to say a word. TJ’s hand made its way back under her chin forcing her to look up at him. His eyes spoke sinister words and the grin dancing on his lips didn’t speak much nicer. He ripped the film from her lips and before she could cry out he forced his lips to hers, pushing his tongue passed her lips letting it twirl and dance around the inside of her mouth. His other hand dropped to the inside of her panties and began to rub her bald pussy. She couldn’t help but let out a soft moan against his lips as his fingers teased her clit. Her body was betraying her. Mentally she knew this was wrong, but to her body it felt so right.
TJ pulled his hand from her wet pussy and his lips away from her mouth as he mocked, “ see I told you boys, she’d be easy. The nobody’s are always easy. “
Castel pushed his way to the front of the group. His hands on either side of her hips jerks down her jeans and panties in one fail swoop. “I hope she tastes as good as she looks” he snarked before dropping down and burying his face against her pussy letting his tongue lick her pussy.
Her legs quivered under her as he continued to lick faster and harder. Jinx dropped one of her wrists and reached around the grab a handful of her breasts. Angel couldn’t hold back a moan as her body was being teased and pleasured. She could feel a pressure building in her pussy. Could this be what a orgasm feels like? But before she could find out, Castel pulled away and she was dropped to the ground by Jinx. It was then she could hear the banging on the bathroom door as she was shoved into a near by stall with Max. Her bag and ratted clothing was collected from the ground and she was instructed to sit on Max’s lap and to keep quiet. Her naked body rested against his enlarged bulge pushing against his jeans.
The bathroom door opened as a admin was demanding to know why five students were hiding in the bathroom. Greyson casually spoke up, “ I just got in here sir” and made his way to an empty stall.
“As for the rest of yal?” The admin demanded. The boys quickly gathered their belongings murmuring as they exited the bathroom. “Greyson hurry up!” The admin added before exiting the bathroom himself.
As the bathroom door closed with a loud thud Greyson exited the stall and walked over to the door locking it. “I guess she’s all ours Max.”
Max reached forward unlocked the door pushing it open slightly. Then his hands fiercely worked his jeans away from his hips exposing his very large, thick 8inch black cock. “You’re gonna ride me baby. You’re going to make me cum. Then maybe I’ll let you go.” He whispered in Angel’s ear as he raised her hips slightly lining his cock with tight opening.
Greyson was the next into stall shutting and locking the door behind him. “And you’re going to suck my cock until I cum, then maybe I’ll want a turn with that tight little pussy of yours.” He said as he pulled his pants down exposing her large 7in cock directly in her face.
“P-please no. D-don’t make me do th-…” Angel went to beg, but was cut off as Greyson forced his cock into her mouth and Max forced her down on his cock. Her mind was in turmoil as she moaned. Her body was continuing to love this, but she only wanted it to stop. Max continued to fuck her harder forcing his cock deeper and deeper into her tight pussy. Angels body was shaking as it inched closer to that same pressure from earlier. Greyson grabbed ahold of her ponytail forcing her to take his cock deeper down her throat causing her to gag. Her body was starting to relax the more this went on. Max’s hand roamed her body, pinching and pulling at her nipples and clit. Angel was enjoying this… she didn’t want it to stop.
Greyson groaned as he was getting close already. “This bitch has an amazing mouth. Oh god, I’m going to cum. And you’re going to swallow it, do you understand me?” He said as he slapped her across the face. She could only nod.
Max grinned as he knew he’d just gained a new slut. “You’re going to be a good girl and take my cum too right?” He whispered in her ear with a grin. In a dazed state of mind, she nodded not entirely sure what she’d just agreed too. He smirked as he quickened his pace holding her tightly against him as he shot his warm cum deep inside her. Angel quivered as her legs seemed to lock and her pussy tighten around Max’s cock. She let out a moan as a wave of pleasure rushed over her countless times. Greyson smirked as he gave one last thrust and came inside her mouth. She swallowed what she could but a few drops dribbled from her lips.
Greyson pulled away and began cleaning himself up as Max lift Angel from his lap. She stumbled on her feet slightly and fell to her knees as both the boys laughed at her. Both Max and Greyson exited the stall before saying to her, “ Get cleaned up and get to class, whore.”
All Angel heard next was the click of the lock, the slam of the door, and the blaring of the bell. She quickly grabbed up her belongings, grabbed her gym shirt from her bag to replace the tattered one and slipped from the boys bathroom. Her head was down, her heart was racing, her cheeks were red, but now instead of feeling as if nobody was watching her, she felt all eyes on her.
