~Subject: New Dark Side: School Days 1/? (Mm+/f,nc)
~From: an271049@anon.penet.fi
~Date: Tue, 17 Oct 1995 07:04:29 UTC
~Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Just another little story featuring the sexual abuse of an innocent young woman
by evil male(s). I love to hear honest criticism of my work, but don't write me
to
say that you don't like rape fantasies, just don't read my stuff, OKAY? Having
someone close to you raped doesn't stop your fantasies, it just drives them
School Days
by Dark Side
part 1:Bus Ride
I woke that morning in a foul mood. I hated my life. I hated the way my
hair never did anything that I wanted. Most of all, though, I hated my mother for
divorcing daddy and dragging me out west to the tiny town in the m
iddle of nowhere that she grew up in. Never in my seventeen years had I seen
anyone treated as unfairly as I. My senior year of school, and I had no friends
in
this God forsaken place. The nearest neighbor was over a mile
away, and they didn’t even have any kids.
Anyway, I grouchily ate some cereal and tromped off to meet the bus. A
real yellow school bus, I had always walked to my school in the city. Here,
though, we lived a good half hour from the school. When it came, I steeled myself
and climbed up.
All conversation stopped as I walked down the aisle. Everybody was
examining the new girl. I had tried to dress up today in a matching denim skirt
and jacket with a white blouse. As usual, the boy’s eyes rarely made it above my
chest, but my face, framed with my dark hair, is okay, too.
The only seat that I could find on the whole bus was all the way in the
back. I thought that it was unusual that people were two and three to a seat up
front, but the last two rows of the bus were empty. I asked a girl i
f there was something wrong with the seats, but she said no without even looking
at me. I sat in the last row, thinking about how long this year would feel.
There was one stop after mine. As we slowed to a halt in front of an old
and uncared for house, a group of five boys fought to get in a line behind the
largest, a boy bigger than most men. As they noisily got on, I had a
sinking feeling that I knew why these seats were open. They made their way down
the aisle. When the first one noticed me, his eyes widened a little and he started
to move a little faster. The ones behind him, however, were doing their best to
imitate the mentality of a motorcycle gang, cussing and shouting as they walked,
banging into any body parts that weren’t hidden safely behind a seat. I looked
frantically for another seat, but there were none.
The ones behind the leader quickly fell silent as they spotted me. the
first one plopped down beside me and the others filed into the seats in front and
on the side of mine. "What you doing in our seat bitch? You see any
other stupid whores sitting here?"
In shock, I stammered out that there weren’t any other seats. The big one
looked at me for a second before putting a beefy hand on my thigh at the hem of
my
skirt. "Okay, slut. You pay the toll and we let you ride." The
hand on my leg was squeezing painfully. "I don’t have any money on me. I’ll pay
you tomorrow, Okay?" "Sure, bitch, money tomorrow, but tits and ass today." As he
spoke, the hand moved higher and higher, taking the skirt w
ith it. The other boys turned to watch their leader in action. My hand flashed
down to stop his, but a knife suddenly appeared in the hand of one of the others.
"Don’t worry, we won’t cut you here, the driver might have t
o notice that. We’ll wait until you and your mother are home together. Then we’ll
come over to your place. Think your mother will like to party with us?"
I forced my hand down to the seat beside me. As he started to move his hand again,
I looked around. No one would look back here, the driver didn’t even check his
mirror. The invading hand was on my upper thigh now. "Open
up your shirt, slut, I can’t do everything. Unless you’d rather we cut it off."
With visions of knives sticking out of my mother and myself, I raised my shaking
hands and began to unbutton my blouse. I couldn’t believe that on a crowded bus,
I
could be attacked like this. I jumped as his fingers made
contact with my panty covered crotch. He began rubbing and squeezing the
sensitive flesh between my legs. By now, I had finished with my blouse. A boy
leaned over the seat back and pulled the halves of material apart. My
breasts, encased in their 36c cups were the center of attention.
The leader took the knife from the other boy and brought it to my chest.
Trembling, I held my breath as the tip slid over the pale skin and insinuated
itself under the strap holding the cups together. Tears streamed down
my face as the blade snapped the cloth. The one leaning back reached out and
pulled the bra cups from my breasts, running his rough fingers across them. As he
began lightly pinching my nipples, I felt my skirt being lifte
d. Looking down, past the strange and unwelcome hands mauling my breasts, I saw
the leader slip the knife blade under the side of my panties and cut.
Doing the same to the other side, he pulled from me the only protection that I had
left between them and my most intimate place. He gave the knife to another boy
sitting in the in front of me, who promptly started to remo
ve the remains of my bra. The hands were all over me now. They squeezed and
pinched my breasts and nipples. They rubbed my face and stomach. Worst of all,
though, was feeling the massive fingers of the giant beside me, pr
odding the lips guarding my virgin vagina.
One of his hands shoved my legs further apart, exposing everything to their gaze.
His fingers moved back to the entrance to my body. "Please don’t do this. I won’t
tell anyone, not my mother, not the police. You’ve had your fu..." I didn’t even
see the hand that slammed into my face. My head rocked to the side, hitting the
window, leaving me dazed and in shock. "I’ll do what I want, whore. You think no
one else knows what we’re doing? They all do. They just don’t want it happening
to
them or their sisters or their mothers. So you just sit back and enjoy yourself,
I
know I will."
I sat quietly as the fingers made their way again to my crotch. I could feel the
rough skin of his hand scraping between the dark haired lips of my sex. Other
hands still played with my body, but all eyes were on the hand
between my legs. A single digit forced its way into me, wriggling around in my
tight orifice. I had to let out a small shout as the finger pushed against my
virginity. The boys surrounding me giggled in response. "Damn,
the bitch is a virgin. Think we can help her with this, guys?"
Fortunately, the bus was now pulling up to the school. If it hadn’t, I swear that
they would have raped me right there. The big one yanked his finger out of my dry
hole. When he held it up, I could see that it was coated
with a sheen of blood. "Lick it, bitch." As he shoved it in my mouth. His finger
explored my mouth as he spoke to me. "Okay, tomorrow you get on the bus and leave
our money on this seat. You can sit anywhere you want. The
price is 100 dollars for each day that you use our space. If you don’t have the
money, you have to sit here again. Got it?"
I was in a daze from the events of the last twenty minutes. I could only nod
silently as the bus came to a stop and the hands invading my body were removed.
"And fix yourself up. Do you want everyone in school to know wha
t a whore you are?" I looked down at myself. My blouse was still open, exposing
my
now sore breasts. The denim skirt was resting on my stomach, and the dark brown
curls between my legs were still spread enough that that t
he lips were visible. Quickly, and still in a fog, I got myself back together as
best I could, acutely aware of my lack of underwear.
We were the last to get off, and as we walked, me sandwiched between the boys, the
big one behind me fondled my behind. "Oh, by the way, slut, if you have to sit
with us tomorrow, don’t bother with the bra and panties. We
’ll just cut them off again."
end part 1