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Alco-Pops (ff-f rape)
by Nick (nick_cassandra@yahoo.co.uk)
There is no copyright on this work. It is effectively 'freeware'. You
may do with it what you wish, and in the unlikely event that you can
make money from publishing it, you are free to do so. It would be
nice to get a cut, but I didn't write it for money.
WARNING: The subject matter of this story is indicated in the story
codes and may well offend. Also, it may be inappropriate for you to
read this story for legal reasons. It contains graphic descriptions,
and if either of the above aplies to you DO NOT READ!
Nick
Jennifer Towler was not happy. An argument with one of her classmates
had resulted in a few harsh words from Miss Penny in public, and since
her relationship with Miss Penny was important to her, she felt
disproportionately hurt and embarrassed.
Of course none of this would matter in the end.
What did matter was that today she couldn't face leaving the school by
the main gate and having to run the gauntlet of jibes and sniggers
from those hyenas who had witnessed her public humiliation, and were
only too happy to see her fall from grace. Today, she had decided to
go round the back of the gym to a little used service exit, from where
she could run home unmolested, and nurse her emotional wounds in the
privacy of her room.
As she rounded the corner of the building, her heart sank. Kerry
Thomas and Sylvie Waterman were leaning against the wall, taking
advantage of the seclusion that Jenny herself had sought, to have a
quick smoke and enjoy the mutual pleasure of a few crafty swigs from a
bottle of an illicit and intoxicating 'alco-pop'.
"Well, look who's come to join us!" sneered Kerry. "If it isn't our
little teachers pet!"
Kerry's jibes were the last thing an angry and frustrated, Jenny
wanted to face now. Normally, she might have turned and chosen a
different route, but her anger made her reckless, and so she pulled a
face and walked on towards them.
All Kerry ever wanted was to be loved. Unfortunately in order to
achieve this, the maxim 'if you have a man by the balls, his heart
will follow' presented the only method she felt secure with, and she
practised it ruthlessly on everyone around her. Since St. Graces was
a school for girls and most of the people she dealt with were female,
the metaphor collapsed, but this was lost on her and the method still
worked.
Sylvie, on the other hand, was one of life's 'lieutenants'. It was
her role to attach herself to the local 'top dog', whoever he or she
may be, and make sure their bidding was carried out. She was good at
this, not only carrying out any orders faithfully and without
question, but also anticipating those orders before they were given -
indeed sometimes before they were even thought of. Kerry didn't need
to have hold of her 'balls', but insofar as she did, if she ever let
go Sylvie would have placed them straight back in her hand, where they
were safe. In future years she would make a good PA for some
unscrupulous business magnate.
"So how's your love life?" said Kerry as Jenny drew level.
"Better than yours, you slut!"
The words were out of Jenny's mouth before her brain had time to
censor them. A part of her cringed with horror at what she had just
said. An instinct to apologise immediately was snuffed out.
Suddenly Sylvie was in Jenny's path, moving instinctively like any
good lieutenant.
"Not sure we caught that, Jenny," she said icily.
"You deaf as well as stupid?" That was twice in a row, and Jenny felt
as if she'd lost control of her tongue.
On one side of the path was the wall of the gym, and, of course,
Kerry. On the other side was a sloped grass bank. There was no way
to side-step Sylvie with any dignity, and no time either - not now.
Sylvie seized her tie, pulling her forwards and tightening the knot at
the same time.
"Oh dear, oh dear!" she said with mock concern, "you are going to have
to learn a little respect for your betters!"
With that she pushed Jenny away suddenly, sending her staggering back
as she advanced menacingly. Kerry stepped lazily into the path behind
Jenny, blocking off her retreat.
The mysterious bravado that had landed Jenny in this predicament to
begin with, vanished like the patronage of a bank when you lose your
job. She panicked, and made a break, diving up the bank beside the
path. Kerry lunged and seized a retreating ankle. Like a hunted
animal, Jenny kicked and wriggled as she was dragged back down the
bank.
Nobody ever accused Kerry of having lesbian tendencies. For one thing
they didn't dare, but it didn't seem appropriate in any case. She had
never harboured any serious desire to 'fool around' with another girl,
though Sylvie would probably have obliged if she had. Sylvie, of
course, would have done anything. Now, however, the sight of Jenny's
skirt up pulled up around her waist and her flimsy rose-patterned
knickers stretched tight against her crotch, left her glassy-eyed and
slack-jawed. She could see in relief every detail of Jenny's sex, and
little tufts of dark hair on her naked groin.
Moreover, when Sylvie moved to sit astride Jenny, pinning her arms,
the way the girl's desperate bucking made her thighs quiver served
only to heighten the effect on Kerry.
Sylvie, for her part, took great pleasure in her dominance over Jenny.
Like all second-in-commands, she relished the authority by proxy with
particular enthusiasm. She could do what she liked with Jenny, but
she lacked Kerry's imagination - as well as her viewpoint. She
started slapping Jenny's face.
Jenny whimpered, at first, scared of what these two were going to do
to her. Then she began to get angry and started screaming and
shouting, realising that she probably had nothing to lose.
"Sit on her face," demanded Kerry, clearing the plug of phlegm that
had formed in her throat, and taking a swig from the bottle she held.
Sylvie was pretty good on feminine hygiene, although a strenuous
school day had taken it's toll, and so Jenny didn't suffer quite as
much as she might have done when she found her head trapped between
Sylvie's thighs, and her air supply exclusively provided via her
oppressors private parts. She screamed as hard as she could, moving
her head from side to side as she sought fresher air, but it was like
screaming into a pillow. Sylvie quite enjoyed the sensation.
Kerry squatted down beside them, relishing the total power she now had
over the girls writhing body, then, with a glance around to see that
the coast was clear, went to work.
Girls can be very cruel, since they are not constrained by mere
physical violence. Kerry knew exactly how she would punish Jenny for
her insolence, causing maximum pain, yet leaving no physical damage.
She unbuttoned Jenny's blouse and pulled down the top of her bra.
Jenny had a good bust. Better, it had to be said, than either Kerry's
or Sylvie's. Her breasts, quivered slightly, free from their
restraining cups, but the nipples appeared stubbornly flat. A few
deft flicks from Kerry's fingers soon brought them to life, however.
Jenny's struggles intensified and she screamed more loudly into
Sylvie's crotch as Sylvie rode her like a bucking bronco.
It did her no good. Kerry continued to work Jenny's nipples with
expert fingers, watching for further signs of her arousal. Eventually
she was rewarded by the sudden appearance of a wet stain in the
stretched crotch of Jenny's knickers.
She smiled wickedly.
"Let her have some air, Sylvie."
Sylvie duly drew back, leaving the whimpering Jenny to suck badly
needed fresh air into her lungs.
Jenny sobbed as Kerry pulled aside the damp material, exposing her sex
in all its glory. She found Jenny's clit and started working away at
that in the same way she had worked away at her own while dreaming of
Brad Pitt.
"Nooo, please!" begged Jenny as Kerry felt her fingers suddenly
inundated.
"I haven't finished yet!" said Kerry hoarsely.
"I'm sorry! I'm so sorry!" whined Jenny, then she subsided into
despairing sobs.
Now Kerry was exploring the petals of Jenny's sex with the rim of her
bottle. Jenny gasped at the cold touch of the glass and was silent
with fear. Suddenly she emitted a shocked, indignant scream as Kerry
pushed the neck of the bottle deep inside.
Kerry was dimly aware of the fact that she was perhaps going further
than even she thought was right, but she was getting far too much
pleasure from this act of humiliation to stop now.
"You're enjoying this aren't you!" said Kerry.
Jenny let out a choked sob that was neither a yes, nor a no.
"Aren't you!" Kerry wiggled the bottle around.
"Yes!" whimpered Jenny. She could have been lying, but she really
wasn't sure about that. Her body seemed to be letting her down rather
badly.
Rape is about power, not sex, and Kerry revelled in that power. It
was of a new and different kind, which made the power she had hitherto
held over people like Sylvie, seem almost childish. Her own sexual
arousal was merely a bonus.
Kerry finally patted Sylvie on the shoulder and they both stood over
Jenny's spent body.
"You can go home now," said Kerry, "but I'll want to see you again,
OK?"
Jenny got to her feet, and smoothed down her skirt. With shaking
fingers she re-buttoned her blouse.
"When?" she asked. Once again her tongue betrayed her, but for
different reasons now.
"Sylvie will let you know," said Kerry as she resumed her position
against the wall of the gym with Sylvie and lit a cigarette.
Jenny nodded and walked off, surreptitiously adjusting her knickers as
she went.
"What a loser!" laughed Sylvie as they watched her go.
Kerry was silent for a few moments.
"Here, I don't want any more of this," she said, handing Sylvie the
bottle. "You finish it."
"Thanks!" Sylvie took the bottle and drank.
END
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