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 Joanna at School.

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   I had a rather disturbed childhood after my father died in a traffic
accident when I was only nine.  Money was always tight and we moved around
frequently as my mother found jobs all over the state, hence my schooling
became erratic.  The only thing that helped at these times was that I was
interested in many sports and managed to fit in anywhere that had a games
team.  It didn't matter what sport was played, I would be in it, but my all
time preferences were basketball and tennis.  At the time I am talking
about my body was developing nicely and I was especially proud of my long
black hair which I groomed frequently and usually plaited into a tight
ponytail long enough to sit on.  Technically I wasn't a virgin since I had
had an accident at an athletic event and tore my hymen, but my experience
with boys was limited to fondling and mild fingering in the back of cars,
with one partly serious try at intercourse which just didn't seem to work.
I had just settled into a new high school in '95 and become well accepted
as an up and coming tennis doubles player when an event occurred that
changed my whole life.  Let me give you some background before I make my
declaration.  This school was very keen on precise uniforms for everybody,
and that meant straight skirts not higher than the knee, no stockings, and
high collars.  The one exception was for sports activities where mid thigh
pleated skirts and blouses were worn.  Underwear in school was a firm bra
and a choice of panties since it was assumed that they would never be on
display, but for tennis in shorter skirts we were compelled to don
obnoxious dark blue knickers and a sports boob tube type of breast support
to reduced any chance of a detectable bounce.  When I was fourteen, no, you
were never over fourteen, you were always nearly fifteen, I had played a
competition game that ran a bit late and I had told mother that I would be
a little delayed, so that she didn't worry when I didn't turn up on time.
As I crossed the playing fields behind the tennis courts on my way home I
felt an urgent need to relieve myself, but luckily there were some public
toilets by the entrance so I took advantage of them and slipped inside. 
There was nobody else around so I used the first of the three cubicles,
only took a couple of minutes, and then stopped to wash my hands on the way
out.  As I turned to the entrance I found to my horror that it was blocked
by two of the burliest louts from one of the higher classes.  "Hello little
lady, you must be that snooty new brat from Old Ma Maggie's class.  I've
been looking forward to taking you down a peg." said the leader, a bronzed,
muscular character with a crew cut.  Despite him being only sixteen, he
towered over me and seemed like a monstrous threat.  I overcame the nervous
quivering I was feeling inside and I tried to brazen it out by sliding
between them and mumbling some thing about letting me through before
anybody got hurt.  Just three paces were all that separated me from the
open park and a glimpse of the road in the distance seemed like a
sanctuary. I was sure that if I could just get a head start I could outpace
them to safety.  As I made the first jump forward I felt a vicious hand
grab the end of my pony tail and yank me back through the open doorway. 
"You weren't thinking of running off and leaving us both with a horny
hard-on and no one to satisfy us, were you" the older one I knew as
Sonny said.  "If you lay a finger on me I'll have you put away for life," I
threatened, but couldn't help cringing backwards as he leered back at me
and barked out to his buddy.  "Did you hear that Sam O.K.  no
fingers, just get a good grip on her till I get the rope out." Sam wrapped
his arms around my waist, pinning my elbows in tight as Sonny grabbed a
coil of heavy cord from his backpack and lashed my wrists together with one
end of it.  I opened my mouth wide and gave a piercing scream, hoping that
there might be somebody near enough to hear, but the only result was a
vicious slap around my face from Sonny, with a muttered, "Shut up Bitch or
I'll lay you out good." He proceeded to drag me across the room to a
position in front of the centre cubicle, then tossed the end of the rope
over the beam across the doors and haul it up tight.  The result of this
was to wrench my wrists up above my head and forced me to stand up straight
with my feet barely on the floor.  I made another feeble attempt to cry out
and he just held up one clench fist, then ripped a piece of ducting tape
from his bag and slapped it across my mouth.  To say that I was terrified
was a massive understatement, but my mind was still churning with thoughts
on how to escape.  Sam came round in front of me as Sonny was busy tying
off the cord to the toilet pedestal, and he carried a huge Bowie knife,
waving it like a wand.  A thought from my mother's advice sprang to mind,
"If you are ever in real trouble," she said, "Your knees are a good last
resort.  Just don't do it unless you're prepared to really hurt a man." Sam
ripped open the front of my blouse and with the flat of his knife he
stroked the cutting edge over my nipples, which despite my situation, rose
up in response.  Almost in slow motion I thought "Now is the time." And
jerked my left knee as hard as I could up between his legs and aimed at his
genitals.  I guess he must have been in a situation like this before since
he scarcely twitched one leg across to defend his half-swollen prick, then
called to Sonny, "We'd better fix these legs before she does any damage."
Sonny cut two short pieces of cord from the loose end of his coil while Sam
pulled a large broom from the cleaner's cupboard.  Between them they tied
my left ankle to the top of the broom-handle, then with the second cord
tied to my right ankle, they hooked it over the head of the broom and
pulled it tight.  This not only dragged my legs wide apart, it also lifted
me clear of the floor and I was hanging painfully from my wrists.  My
attempts to call out or even beg for mercy resulted in mere muffled gurgles
and I was completely ignored by the vicious pair of thugs.  The wicked
looking knife came back into play at this stage as Sam slit my white
pleated skirt from hem to waist band, then with one quick jerk he ripped it
from my hips exposing my regulation navy blue knickers.  "Will you look at
this," exclaimed Sam, "She wouldn't even wear a nice thong for us.  Do you
reckon we should let her keep these horrible things on" As he
reached for the waist band to rip them off Sonny stopped him with "Hang on
a mo.  I've always fancied these.  Let me show you something." He dropped
to one knee in front of me and reached out with the tip of his index finger
and proceeded to stroke it lightly up and down the front of my panties over
my pussy lips.  At first I bit my lips and ignored him, but after a minute
or so I couldn't help myself from responding and the inevitable juices
moistened my girlie flesh.  They started to stain the front of my panties
and I couldn't help a small groan escaping from my gagged mouth.  "See
this," Sonny called out, "She likes being touched up after all.  I'll bet
she's not too tight.  Let's give her a drop of the old bangaroosey." He
stepped back and Sam slid his knife under the side strap of my panties and
proceeded to snick them off with one flick.  Next I watched in horror as he
slit the front of my sports bra and let my developing boobs spring free.  A
combination of fear and the titillation that I had received made my dark
pink nipples stand up tall and swell out of the aureoles in a quite obscene
manner, but I had no way of controlling this reaction.  I squirmed around
in embarrassment as the two of them made crude comments and insisted on
gripping the little buds that were my nipples firmly and rolling them
between their fingers.  Sam even bent down and started sucking on one,
nipping on it sharply and hurting my tender young breasts.  The next move
that they made caused my rising panic to almost make me faint.  They both
unbuckled their jeans and pushed them to the ground along with their grubby
jocks.  They both had massive erections and made no attempt to hide them.
Worse still, they simultaneously started masturbating directly in front of
me.  They had what I thought were huge pricks, although I must admit that I
hadn't seen very many before, and the stench as they pulled the foreskins
rhythmically backwards and forwards over the glistening helmet shaped heads
of their cocks filled my nostrils.  I closed my eyes tightly to shut out
the horrors and only realised that they had closed in on me when I felt
something rubbing up and down my vaginal lips.  My first thought was that
they were teasing me again like before, but when I summoned up enough
courage to open my eyes I saw that Sam had his throbbing prick pressed up
against my cunt.  The broom handle between my ankles jammed against the
door frame and prevented me from moving away, which added to my troubles
when he put one foot on the middle and locked it into position.  I could do
nothing to defend myself and had to endure the sight of his muscles tensing
for a mighty plunge.  It came quite suddenly and with a tearing agony I
felt the end of his rigid member ram through my resisting opening and bury
itself in the depths of my genital cavity.  The agony of being so
forcefully raped surged through me and every nerve I possessed screamed out
as my tender young pussy was forced open to accept the intruder.  After a
brief pause, he started working his cock in and out, each stroke getting a
little deeper until he finally had the whole six inches buried in my belly
and his pubic hair was mashed against the fluffy black growth over my pussy
lips.  "Jesus Christ, she sure is a hot one.  I've never felt anything like
this before.  You're gonna love this Sonny just as soon as I've spewed her
a load." Sam stopped his full fucking action and held his belly tight
against mine as he twitched uncontrollably to pump jet after jet of his
thick cum deep inside my belly.  I felt his raging prick slowly shrinking
as he backed away and slid out of my ravaged vagina, then stood watching as
his spunk dribbled out afterwards.  Sonny pushed his buddy aside and waved
his thick rigid member at my body.  "Yup, you said it.  Let me at her." He
paused for a second, then added, "Tell you what, I ain't gonna rush this so
while I'm having my share why don't you rip back to school and pick up my
spare backpack from my locker.  I knocked off the Punishment Book this
morning and we can check her out.  I've also got a fancy little gadget I
made I'm keen to try out." Sam grunted in acceptance, then picking up the
"Closed for Cleaning" notice to stand outside, he muttered, "O.K., I'm
taking your bike though." Then headed out of the toilet block.  Sonny ran
his hands up and down my stretched and defenseless body, letting his
fingers circle my breasts and stroke my throat.  "I don't care what you
think now, you're gonna enjoy this if you're any sort of girl." He then
wiped the smear of cum from between my legs with a handful of toilet paper
and set about finger fucking me with his large calloused middle finger. 
What really horrified me about this action was that I accepted it so
readily.  It caused very little pain since I was still lubricated from the
earlier rape and after a few strokes I was getting little tingles as his
knuckle brushed against my tiny hooded clit.  Any other time I'm sure that
I would have become heavily aroused but the shame and painful restraints I
was suffering prevented any normal response.  This action didn't seem to
offer him much satisfaction so after a minute or so he stood up in front of
me and started stroking his cock back to maximum erection; then he prodded
my sore cunt lips with the tip of it.  I couldn't resist glancing down and
was horrified to see that he was much more heavily endowed than his buddy.
A massive eight inches of thick, throbbing manhood was about to be forced
up into my inexperienced young body.  I shuddered and squirmed but there
was no way that I could protect myself, I just had to grit my teeth and
suffer whatever he wanted to inflict on me.  He was much slower and more
deliberate that my earlier attacker, being satisfied to push into me
allowing enough time for me to stretch out to accommodate his enormous
girth.  Once fully in however he ignored my feelings altogether and started
a vigorous fucking action that lifted me from the floor and held me
suspended on each stroke with my agonised genitals impaled to the base of
his prick.  After a few minutes I could feel the blood throbbing through
his balls and he responded by yanking himself clear and watching my face
contorted with pain while he relaxed enough to control the threatened
climax.  This was repeated three times, each penetration going deeper and
quicker then before until I was sure that he would have to ejaculate the
next time.  Before this happened however I heard footsteps at the door and
had the sudden surge of relief that I would be rescued.  It was not to be.
It was Sam back with a bag and a grin so broad you could feel it.  "I
didn't think you'd mind, I brought Gus and Jamie.  I told them they would
only get sloppy seconds though.  It's O.K.  isn't it." "Sure, why not.  By
the time we're finished she won't have a clue which way is up.  Here, give
me a hand with a lift will ya." The next maneuver I find so embarrassing I
don't even like to remember it.  The two biggest louts grabbed the broom
that was tying my legs wide open, twisted it sideways, then lifted it right
up until each end slid over the top of the cubicle walls.  The resulting
position had me suspended by my wrists at the front and my ankles half way
along the toilet compartment, hanging face up and knees spread wide for
anything that they might do to me.  Sonny opened the bag and took out the
"Punishment Book" that he had "borrowed" from the Staff Room.  Clipped into
the back page was a long thin bamboo cane meant to be used on recalcitrant
pupil's hands and a wide leather Tawse to be applied to boys' butts over
their shorts.  I hadn't felt either of these punishments, but I very soon
realised that it wouldn't be long until I did.  I stared in horror as Sonny
picked up the cane and whistled it through the air.  "That sounds like
fun," he exclaimed, "Now where shall we start?  According to the book here
you haven't had any whacks yet.  It sure will teach you a lesson.  I bet
none of the teachers have been game to dish out a few strokes like you're
gonna get now." Squeezing past my hanging body he positioned himself
between my ankles and then stroked the weapon over my cringing crutch. 
Lifting the tip of it about two feet he slashed it down at an angle across
my defenseless pussy causing such an explosion of pain that I almost passed
out.  With a minimum of a pause he again cracked the cane over my down
covered vaginal lips, and kept on lashing me until the area between my
thighs was criss-crossed with thin red wheals.  The tears were running down
my face and I was gurgling in anguish totally unable to beg for mercy.  Not
that he would have paid any attention to it, but it would have been the
only response I could offer.  He rubbed his finger over the pouting
reddened lips of my sex and took a handful of toilet paper to wipe me dry.
His next move I found puzzling at first, but it soon developed into a more
horrific punishment than ever.  He cut two thin strips of tape from the
roll, then with one thumb he peeled open my cunt and pressed one piece to
the inside of my tender flesh.  Then pulling it wide open he stuck the
other end to my gaping thigh.  He carried out the same action on the other
side and I realised that my pussy lips were dragged wide apart exposing the
moist entrance to my vagina, and worst of all, my budding little clitoris
was pushing up through its tiny hood and displaying a pink tip.  Sonny was
fascinated by this display and reached for the cane again.  I bucked and
whistled through my nose as I realised that he was about to cut me with the
cane right across my exposed flesh but he just grinned wolfishly and lined
up the wicked implement with my tender girlie flesh.  The crack of the cane
echoed around the cubicle again and again as he punished my agonised sexual
organs and before he stopped I had passed out with the pain.  One of the
newcomers was sponging my face as I recovered consciousness, but this
apparent kindness was soon dispelled when I heard him proclaim, "Yeah,
stuffing a chick is much more fun when she's up and yelling.  No good at
all when they just lie there." I then discovered that they had lowered me
down and I was huddled on the floor, but my relief was short-lived when
they hauled me to my feet, untied my hands, and then retied them behind my
back.  My legs were still tied to the broom at this time spread painfully
wide but at least I wasn't hanging from the overhead beam.  Sam was sent to
fetch something from Sonny's bag that turned out to be a strange gag.  It
was carved to look like a short, very fat prick with an odd sort of collar.
It wasn't long before I discovered what it was for.  They ripped the tape
from my mouth, then as I almost involuntarily opened my mouth to call out,
I found the huge prick gag stuffed between my lips.  I tried to clamp my
teeth down onto this noxious intruder but they jammed it in so hard that I
thought that they would push my teeth out.  In almost no time it was lodged
over my tongue and securely strapped in place with a cord around my head.
Sonny threw the cord over the beam again and started pulling it tight.  My
wrists were twisted up behind my back forcing me to bend forward, and with
the broom jammed across the doorway I couldn't move my feet more than a few
inches.  Higher and higher he pulled the rope until my head was down level
with my waist and I was on the point of being lifted off my feet.  He still
hadn't finished yet.  He took another short piece of cord and tied it to my
hanging plait, then pulled it backwards and lashed it securely to my
wrists. This last move tipped my head back until I was facing forward and
couldn't even twist my face from side to side.  Sonny slapped Sam on the
shoulder and said, "Let's see what you're made of now.  You'll never get a
cunt offered to you like this again if you live forever." Sam pushed
himself up close to my exposed butt and stepped inside the rail of the
broom-handle.  He took his rigid prick in his hand and rubbed it over my
sore and bruised pussy lips, then slowly and forcefully he rammed it inside
my cunt.  He had been so obviously aroused by the display that my body had
offered him that it only took half a dozen deep fucking strokes before he
came violently inside the depths of my vagina.  "Gees Sam, that's what I
call a Wham Bam, thank you mam," said Sonny, "How about you Gus Do
you reckon you can give her a better ride than that While you're at
it lets have you back here Jamie.  I've been wanting to try out this fancy
plug for ages." The youngest of the four stood in front of my face and
waved his hard little cock before my eyes, then moved back as Sonny grabbed
the end of the plug, gave it a twist, and pulled it free.  I gave a gasp of
relief and tried to shut my mouth, only to find that the steel ring that
had been surrounding the base of it was still strapped between my teeth and
was forcing my mouth as wide as ever.  The instant that it occurred to me
that I could yell out, Jamie thrust his hips forward and stuck the head of
his prick deep into my throat.  "O.K.  slut, you've now got a choice," said
Sonny, " You can give him a decent blow job and get it over quickly or just
stay and take a mouth fucking until he blows a wad down your throat. 
What's it to be" I decided that it would be easier to finish him as
fast as I could, so I set about lashing my tongue over the underside of his
twitching cock.  Despite my best efforts Jamie managed to hold off his
climax for ages, and still hadn't come even when Gus had fired his jism
into my belly and made way for Sonny.  Despite everything that had gone
before I now experienced the most horrifying act of my life.  While the
long slender prick was still sliding backwards and forwards across my
tongue, I felt Sonny's thick middle finger slip down the crevice of my butt
cheeks and start probing against the tight little rosebud of my anus.  My
frustration boiled over as I once again tried to scream for mercy and beg
in vain for relief from this agonising invasion, but of course my choking
gurgles had no effect on my tormentors and I felt the slow stretching pain
in my ass as the digit was pushed in as far as the knuckle joint.  He then
set about a prolonged finger fucking into my totally virgin rectum.  During
this time I was still suffering the oral action of Jamie's throbbing member
stuffing my mouth to capacity, but I had yet to receive the worse action.
Sonny jerked his finger away and I felt it replaced with the tip of his
huge swollen prick head.  With nothing more that a couple of drips of spit
for lubrication, he set about forcing it deep inside me.  I had discovered
some time before the technique of clamping my rectal muscles shut on the
odd occasion that I needed to, so that is what I now did as forcefully as I
could.  Sonny had several unsuccessful tries, then called to Sam, "Hey,
pass me the strap will ya.  This stroppy bitch is holding out on me." I
watched in horror as Sonny took the vicious leather Tawse and swung it
whistling through the air a couple of times.  "Let's see if this changes
your mind, slut." The first crack of the belt across my ass cheeks exploded
with pain, and I could almost feel the thick welt rise across the soft
white flesh.  I scarcely had time to draw a breath before the second whack
took me just under the curve of my butt and reddened the tops of my naked
thighs.  Within barely a minute I had taken a dozen blows and was almost
delirious with the agony across my tortured bottom.  "Now perhaps you'll
play ball, what do you reckon?  Or would you like another dozen or two?" I
tried feebly to shake my head, and thank God he accepted it, dropped the
strap, and repositioned himself between my still wide spread thighs.  This
time when he pushed forward with his cock against my anal opening I pushed
hard as if trying to clear constipation, and he easily rammed the first two
inches of his organ inside my sphincter.  I was stretched tremendously by
this horrific invader and to pile further fright onto the situation, I
suddenly realised that now that he had his prick inside my butt there was
absolutely nothing I could do to defend myself.  If I pushed against him it
would merely open my body further to his sodomising, and if I clamped my
ass muscles down onto him he would have no difficulty in ignoring me and
probably enjoy the extra tightness.  He started fucking my bum hole just an
inch at a time, going backwards and forwards slowly, and then very soon I
felt him speeding up and ramming deeper with each stroke.  My guts were
heaved around to make space for this terrible assault and the agony rose to
new heights as he neared his ejaculation.  He suddenly froze at maximum
depths in my ass and I could feel his hairy scrotum rammed hard against my
pussy as his manhood throbbed and pulsed in excitement as he came.  Again
and again I felt the surge of his spunk being pounded into the depths of my
bowels.  It seemed to go on for ages, but of course it was only the trauma
of the assault that prolonged the agony.  A minute of so later and the now
shrunken cock slid from my butt and dribbled the last few drips onto my
thighs.  My gaping mouth was still filled with the long thin prick
belonging to Jamie, who seemed to have a remarkable ability to prolong his
sexual activity.  However the sight of Sonny fucking my rear end as I was
compelled to give him a blow job was finally too much even for him and I
felt a series of short, sharp jerks from his eager hips as he shot his load
down my helpless throat.  "Now, just a little something to remember us by."
Chuckled Sam as he picked up the cane in one hand and the strap in the
other.  He immediately set about thrashing my body indiscriminately,
slashing my back, thighs, breasts, belly, and even across my sore and
throbbing pussy mound.  The rest of the louts stood around egging him on as
my young defenseless body was subjected to such violent abuse that I could
stand it no longer and collapsed into unconsciousness.  When I came to some
fifteen minutes later all of the implements that had been used on me were
gone, my torn clothing was in a pile beside me and the only evidence that I
had undergone this violent assault was a brief note scrawled on toilet
paper which read, "One word of this to anyone and you'll get a double dose
from eight of us next time." Needless to say I wasn't game to report it,
and just crept home and called in sick to school for the next few days. 
Mind you, it wasn't long before I was plotting revenge and working out just
how and where I could get even.  But as they say, that is another story.



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