Lucinda’s little Adventure – a schoolgirl rape story

he kicked open her legs. She tried to close them again but the other two boys held them
apart giving their leader easy access. He positioned his cock head up against her slit

(c) Spoonbender.

This story was written in English (as opposed to American) using
English idioms but American spelling. So if you find fault with the
prose then you can blame that lot on the other side of the Atlantic.
Who I’m referring to depends on your perspective; as for me I have
homes in both countries so I’m ambidomiciled.

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“Yes Lucinda?”

“May I go to the toilet please sir?”

“Can’t it wait?” the teacher snapped in exasperation, “the lesson will
be over in half an hour.”

“I’m sorry sir, but my tummy is hurting.”

He sighed then said, “Oh very well Lucinda, but be as quick as you
can.” He then turned back to the class and she heard him say, “and
what effect did the Corn Laws have on the Irish Famine? Yes Jennifer?”
She closed the door as quietly as she could before making her way down
the corridor to the toilets.

St. Catherine’s school for girls was housed in an old manor house deep
in rural Surrey that had been bequeathed to the school some two
hundred years previously. Originally built and presented to some newly
ennobled Duke by a grateful nation in return for winning some long
forgotten battle, it was subsequently added to, partly demolished,
rebuilt and, during the period when Papists were somewhat out of
vogue, honeycombed with Priest’s holes and a warren of hidden
corridors. Some even said that there was a ghost of a Roman Catholic
soldier who had been walled in and was now roaming around looking to
reclaim his soul. All in all it was a smorgasbord of architectural
styles and tastes that culminated in a confusing grid of corridors and
cul-de-sacs that took the new girls virtually a complete term to learn
to navigate.

To Lucinda it was home. This was her final year, at the end of the
summer term she was hoping to go to university to study her beloved
equine studies. She was a slim, athletic girl, with long dark-blond
hair, a rather angular but singularly attractive face and the poise
and grace of a model. The latter being as much a product of her
natural carriage as it was a result of the deportment lessons that she
had been subjected to in her first few years as a boarder at the
school. Walking round with heavy books balanced on her head with the
cultured tones of Mrs Mainwaring urging her on; together with the ever
constant threat of the teacher’s ruler rapping hard across the palm of
her hand if she dropped the heavy tome through a moment of
inattention.

You see, St. Catherines turned out ladies of quality of the sort that
were to be seen on the arms of Earls and Ambassadors throughout the
English speaking world. They were trained to be the perfect hostesses,
equally at home mixing with the cream of society as they were throwing
together a dinner party for 20 in honor of a visiting President, or
riding to the hounds; side saddle naturally. Elegance and the ability
to deal with Servants were the grist to a St.Catherine’s girl’s mill.
Manual labor and more especially streetwise cunning were not, other
than that which nature granted to all the females of the species.

Sex and reproduction were inextricably mixed in this little world, so
much so that they were regarded as one and the same; indivisible. The
act of intercourse was analyzed clinically, leaving out the passion
and joie d’amore. It was after all a duty to be endured, purely in
order to produce an heir at the appropriate time. So it was viewed by
much of the school as as much of a chore as scolding a servant or
making small talk at dinner parties whilst in the throes of a
screaming headache.

Of course this didn’t stop the endless discussions and speculation in
their cloistered little world. Every snippet of information was
analyzed and digested in giggling whispers after lights out in their
dormitory rooms. And quite a few of the girls had touched themselves
and even each other, even though it was liable to lead to a severe
spanking if she were ever caught. A good thrashing was understood to
benefit a young lady as much as it would a recalcitrant dog, or in
earlier days, a surly servant.

Lucinda tried to be a good girl. She had that indescribable itch
between her legs that the other girls reported but she tried her very
best to ignore even in the security of her own bed. And as for boys!
Naturally they were intensely interesting to her, but only as distant
objects occasionally glimpsed, such as when a delivery boy came or
when she saw one of the seemingly endless number of under caretakers
and maintenance staff. But the punishment for getting caught en
flagrante delicto was severe, so the girls tended to shy away from
male contact.

Perfectly at home, she made her way unerringly through the maze of
corridors towards the ugly toilet block that had been grafted on to
the old house like a hideous wart on the face of an otherwise
beautiful maiden. It was subsequently hidden at the back of the house
far away from the bustle of the school as if there were a collective
shame as to its purpose and function.

It was cold in the toilets, the rumbling, gurgling old central heating
system barely taking the edge off the chill through the single miserly
radiator. She dashed into the first cubicle and had pulled her
knickers down from under her blue uniform skirt and was perched
gingerly on the freezing cold toilet seat within a minute.

She had just finished when she heard the door to the block swinging
shut and the click of its latch. Then there was silence.

Intense curiosity caused her to crack open her cubicle door as quietly
as possible then peer out.

To find herself staring at three boys she had never seen before. They
saw her at the same instant and they all smiled at her.

There was no point in hiding so she flushed then stepped out into the
room as they lounged nonchalantly against the rows of cracked
washbasins.

“What are you doing here? You’re not supposed to be here,” she said as
forcefully as she could.

“Coming to meet you,” said the boy at the front, obviously the leader.

“Me? But I don’t know you,” she said puzzled.

“Maybe not, but you are going to,” he smirked as he walked towards
her, “really well.”

His air of quiet menace and the determined way that they were all
approaching her sent a little flutter of fear through her stomach. She
knew instinctively that something bad was going to happen.

She tried to push past them as she made her way to wash her hands but
they stopped her. She tried to shrug off their hands and said, “I need
to wash my hands.”

“Who’s stopping you?” Shrugged the leader.

She pushed past the other two boys and leaned over the first
washbasin. She twisted the tap and lathered her hands horrifyingly
aware of the boys pressing against her, pushing her hips against the
cold porcelain.

When she had rinsed she tried to turn but found her way blocked by the
boys. Two of the boys held onto her wrists while the leader started to
push her face down across the washbasin.

“Help! Help! What are you doing?” She screamed.

“Shut the little bitch up,” said one of the boys nervously.

“Relax they can’t hear her from the school.”

“I’d still feel better if we could shut her up,” sulked the first boy.

“Ok, hold her tight I’ve got the perfect solution,” with that she
dropped to his haunches snaking his hands up inside the back of her
skirt.

She was so shocked at this sudden intrusion she was momentarily
speechless but soon found her voice again as his fingers hooked over
the elastic waistband of her white cotton knickers and started to pull
them down.

“No! No! Don’t do that, please leave me alone!”

He ignored her as he pulled her knickers off then lifted each of her
feet in turn to remove them completely. She tried to kick out but he
held her foot effortlessly as he finally pulled them free.

She glanced over her shoulder to see him balling them up with the
gusset out. He reached around and pulled her head towards him. She
opened her mouth to scream but instead found her mouth full of cotton.
She could taste herself as the gusset pressed against her tongue and
she felt the heat of her blazing cheeks as they turned crimson with
shame.

“There that’s better,” smirked the boy as he took a second to admire
his handiwork. Her mouth bulged with her knickers, which he had
thumbed deep inside so she couldn’t work them out with her tongue.
“Perfect! Right push her down, as she said she doesn’t know me so its
time I introduced myself.” With that he laughed then threw up the hem
of her skirt, exposing the alabaster globes of her ass with the little
tuft of blond hair framing a cute looking little pussy.

He casually popped open his jeans and pushed down his shorts exposing
his angry throbbing cock. He held it in his hand as he kicked open her
legs. She tried to close them again but the other two boys held them
apart giving their leader easy access.

He positioned his cock head up against her slit and rubbed it up and
down a couple of times. She struggled in the iron grip of the two boys
as she felt something touch her ‘down there’. She was terrified and
her whole body shivered in dread at the thought of the unknown horror
that was about to be visited upon her.

“Time to introduce myself,” he said as he started to press his cock
head more insistently into her. He gripped her thighs then rammed in
as hard as he could, “consider us introduced, ” he gasped as he
started to batter away inside her defenseless pussy.

It hurt her so much she would have bitten her tongue if the panties
weren’t filling her mouth. Instead she chewed at the coarse fiber,
hoping to distract herself slightly from the agony from between her
legs as he continued to pound into her until at last he forced himself
completely inside her squirming virginal hips.

“The bitch was cherry,” he panted as he savored her tight throbbing
tube. The other two boys cast meaningful glances at each other with
shit eating grins plastered across their faces.

Meanwhile he was off. Withdrawing himself almost all of the way out
before ramming back into her with all his strength. He moaned in
ecstasy as her frantic writhing drove his cock wild. His pace
increased and so did the mewling filtering through her gag.

She was in agony as she felt the boy’s penis batter away inside her.
She prayed with all her heart for it to stop. It seemed like her
prayers were at last answered as after a few minutes the boy’s penis
stiffened and started to pulse as he held her thighs tightly against
his. She felt a sudden warmth in her belly and she hung her head in
shame when she realized what it was.

He had just sullied her for all time. There was no going back.

She half lay over the washbasin, her eyes closed with tears rolling
down her face as he pulled out of her. She felt a cold trickle running
down the inside of her thigh and she shuddered in humiliation. She
just hoped it was over.

“My turn now,” she heard one of the boys say and her tears started
trickling like rain.

“Get her over to that bench. Hey man lay that towel down, that’s it.
OK get her down on her back.”

She struggled feebly as they maneuvered her until she was laying down
on the hard bench. They threw up her skirt again and one of the boys
started to split her legs. She tried to push her skirt down over her
crotch but the leader straddled the bench behind her then, pulling her
upright, he slithered behind her then pulled her back until her head
rested against his chest. He then grabbed her arms and yanked them
back, trapping them under his as he grabbed the bottom of her school
jersey and pulled it up exposing her snow white bra. He made quick
work of pushing it down and was soon sinking his fingers into her
untouched breasts; her little pink nipples stiffening involuntarily in
the chill air.

“Nice!” he remarked as his friend pushed her legs apart and insinuated
himself between them.

She felt the boy push up against her and then slide inside on a tide
of creamy cum. It didn’t hurt as much as the first time but the
humiliation was much worse as she could see their grinning faces as
she was again taken against her will.

The third boy reached down and tweaked her clitoris, which made her
nearly jump out of her skin. The feelings he invoked in her as he
continued to rub her bud left her feeling both awed and terrified,
especially in conjunction with the forceful thrusting of a steel hard
cock. It was as if they were wringing total control of her body away
from her and there was nothing she could do to stop it.

And the feelings grew stronger with each punishing thrust.

She started to moan and the boys pried her knickers out of her mouth
in order to hear her more clearly.

“You like that don’t you?” sneered the leader as he massaged her
nipples.

She shook her head frantically, trying to deny herself the twinges of
pleasure that they were invoking in her. “No, ” she gasped, “leave me
alone.”

But the boys just continued to jeer at her while they molested her
innocent body.

The boy inside her speeded up and she closed her eyes waiting for her
second defilement.

But just as he was on the cusp of his eruption he pulled out and she
opened her eyes in surprise only to see an ugly, wet slit pointing
malevolently at her, mere inches from her eyes. She only observed it
for a split second before it erupted full in her face, taking her by
surprise and gluing one eyelid shut. She felt rather than saw the
flash of a camera.

At that instant the door crashed opened.

“What the hell is going on here?” growled Hawkins the head caretaker.

The boy who was holding his prick at her stepped back and casually
zipped himself up, “what’s it look like dad?” He sneered.

She took advantage of the confusion by rolling off the bench and
running to clutch Hawkins’s arm. “They were raping me,” she sniveled.

“Is that right?” he glared at the boys.

“Raping her? No way dad, she invited us. How’d you think we got in and
how did we know she’d be here?” The leader said conversationally
without a trace of anxiety.

The caretaker turned his head and looked sternly at her for a few
seconds then made up his mind, turning to the boys he said, “get out
of here and if I see you round here again I will call the Police. Now
get out.” He turned to her as they scuttled out and said, “I think
we’d better have a little chat don’t you? So I can make up my mind as
to what to do about this.”

She looked at him in horror but said nothing. It was obvious that he
didn’t believe her but instead he believed the boys and now he’d just
let them go, despite all they’d done to her.

“Come to my cottage after prep this evening, I’ll expect you at 8:30
sharp or I’ll go straight to the Headmistress.”

She knew what that meant. The punishment for pre-marital sex was
expulsion! All her life suddenly lay in ruins. And it wasn’t even her
fault.

He looked at her face then before turning to the door he said, “and I
suggest you wash that muck off your face.”

(***************** (c) 2001 Spoonbender@hotmail.com
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She didn’t go back to class but instead went to the sanatorium where a
sympathetic school nurse dosed her with painkillers supposedly for her
upset stomach. Luckily they worked on her ravaged vagina too and the
sharp pains died to a dull throb. Moreover they made her slightly
woozy.

Eight thirty found her tapping on the battered old door of the
caretaker’s cottage over on the edge of the extensive school grounds.

She was a little startled when he threw open the door suddenly.

“Good you are on time, come in,” he beckoned her inside with a sweep
of his arm, “Sit there at the table.”

The room was a typical long time bachelor’s hovel with dusty clutter
everywhere and every flat surface festooned with old newspapers and
greasy plates. She grimaced slightly as she gingerly sat down.

He plumped down facing her, regarding her sternly for long minutes
before finally saying, “So? What’s your side of the story?”

“Oh please they raped me.”

“Raped you? Every girl that’s ever been caught has made that excuse.
They said you invited them.”

The tears started welling in her eyes as she shook her head, “but it’s
not true.”

He leaned forward and pointed his finger at her, “so how did they get
in? How did they know their way around so well, considering they
supposedly weren’t helped? How long did it take you to find you way
around when you first came?”

“A couple of months,” she mumbled, her eyes staring at her lap.

“Exactly and how do you explain that they knew precisely when to meet
you? How did they know you were there?”

“I don’t know, it must have been a coincidence,” she sobbed.

“Coincidence? A pretty big coincidence in my opinion. Tell me this,
how did they know that anyone would be there especially in the middle
of a double lesson?

“I don’t know,” she sobbed.

“I think you have some explaining to do and I’ve a good mind to take
you straight to the headmistress.”

“Oh please don’t do that,” she implored, her hand resting lightly on
his frayed cardigan.

“You know what will happen don’t you?”

She shook her head mutely.

“You’ll probably get a public caning. That’s what happened to the last
girl they caught. It is done over your bare bottom and they invite
your parents, in fact all the parents usually attend, so they see your
shame and the shame of your family as you are publicly thrashed then
ignominiously expelled. In fact the whole school is ordered to attend,
just in case another girl gets it into her head to kick over the
traces.” He rubbed his chin and stared over her head, “as I recall the
last girl got into all the papers too. I hear she’s a waitress
somewhere now, her family disowned her of course.” He looked directly
into her eyes, “it’s the shame you see. Now you don’t want that do
you?”

“But they raped me,” her sobs continued unabated.

“Do you want to tell that to the headmistress? To take the chance that
she doesn’t believe you any more than I do? She’s bound to ask the
same questions I did, and more, and you must admit your story sounds
weak.”

“But they did, why won’t you believe me?” She was crying openly now.

“Because it doesn’t sound right that’s all. Tell me this why weren’t
you screaming?”

“Because they forced my knickers into my mouth.”

“So how come I heard you? It was your moans that first made me come
to investigate, and they didn’t sound forced.”

“But I….” What could she say? How could you explain that she was
getting pleasured against her will?

“And where were your knickers? I didn’t see them……?”

She had searched frantically for them but one of the boys must have
taken them.

“…… You’re not wearing any are you?”

She shook her head, mortified. There hadn’t been time to dash back to
her dorm room to get another pair if she was to keep her appointment
with her odious interrogator.

He regarded her for a moment before continuing; “I’ll leave it to the
headmistress to decide what sort of girl goes around without knickers
on.”

He paused for a few seconds to let the statement sink into her
consciousness, before saying, “Finally don’t forget the fact that you
just lay still and looked straight at it as it ejaculated in your
face. If they were raping you then why did you stay still, when there
was nobody holding you? Tell me that?”

There was nothing she could say, this kind of situation was so far
outside the scope of her experience she didn’t know how to deal with
it. So she looked down at her hands as they wrung in her lap.

He let the silence scream for a long minutes before saying, mildly,
“so what do you suggest I do with you?”

“I don’t know,” she mumbled.

“I’d hate to see a young lady ruin her life like this. On the other
hand if I don’t report it and the headmistress finds out then I could
lose my job and this house. It may not be much but it’s all I’ve got.
You’ve put me in a right pickle here.”

She wanted to scream out that it wasn’t her fault, she hadn’t asked to
be raped, but she kept her counsel. Whatever she said ended up being
misconstrued.

“So? Haven’t you anything to say?”

She shook her head.

Suddenly he pushed back his chair and began pacing the room. Then he
stopped and looked down at her, “Ok I’ll not report this.”

“Oh thank you,” she blurted, relief washing over her in waves.

“But for risking my livelihood I want something in return.”

“What?” she said suddenly suspicious, “if you want money I’ll let you
have all I’ve got, but I only have my allowance.”

“I don’t want your money,” he snapped, “what I want is something you
seem to be giving away freely to all and sundry.”

“What’s that?” She asked puzzled.

“Oh don’t come the little innocent with me. You know exactly what I’m
talking about.”

“But I don’t…..” Her voice tailed off when she realized what he was
getting at, “you mean, you want me to er…?”

“Yes. Just because I’m not married doesn’t mean I don’t have needs
too. So if you agree to satisfy them then I’ll overlook what happened
today.”

She gulped back her tears, she couldn’t see an easy way out of this.
Either she agreed to have sex with him or she risked the possibility
of being expelled. It was all so unfair.

“So what’s your answer?” he enquired.

“What if I told the headmistress that you want to blackmail me into
having sex with you?” It was her last serve of the match and he easily
slammed it back onto her side of the court.

“So who is she likely to believe,” he sneered, “a long standing
employee or a silly girl who has sex with gangs of town boys? Who is
probably just making up tales to save her own skin. So who will she
believe, me or you?”

She closed her eyes, knowing the headmistress would probably believe
him.

“So what’s it to be?” He said, “will you do it or do I go straight to
the headmistress now?”

It took her long seconds before she could answer. Her mouth felt as
parched as a desert and her stomach was roiled in knots.

“I’m waiting,” he snapped, “will you do it?”

She nodded and her “yes” was almost a whisper.

“Good,” he said rubbing his hands, “I suggest you go round and close
the curtains and lock the door, we wouldn’t want to be disturbed would
we?”

She shook her head but still sat still.

“Come on, chop chop,” he said clapping his hands.

She uncurled herself from the chair, her limbs felt like lead and her
guts were churning as she made her way to the door and threw the bolt.
After she had finished drawing the curtains she returned to find
herself facing an unnaturally bright light. She could just discern him
through the glare.

“Stand there,” he said pointing at a spot on the carpet. Standing in
the designated spot she looked delightful as she twisted her fingers
together and dug the toe of one shoe into the carpet.

He let her stand for a few seconds then told her to take off her
clothes.

Lost in a miasma of humiliation she started to remove her school
uniform. She was going to start with her shoes and socks, trying to
delay the inevitable but he sighed in exasperation and told her to
remove her jersey instead.

Her hands shook as she grasped the hem of the jersey and looked at him
searching for a sign of compassion for her, but she couldn’t make out
his features through the glare of the light. She heard him tut
impatiently and slowly drew the garment over her head exposing her bra
to his lustful gaze. She made a great play of carefully folding the
jersey before he again interceded, with a curt “get on with it.”

She dropped the jersey on the chair and stood expectantly.

“Take off the bra next,” his voice seemed to have dropped an octave
and now sounded hoarse.

She reached behind her back and undid the clip letting the straps fall
from her shoulders. She placed her hands flat against the bra trying
to cover it and her breasts.

“You don’t want to make me angry,” he said, “take it off.”

She let the bra fall away, exposing first one breast then the other to
his leering gaze. She dropped the bra on the chair but couldn’t help
covering her breasts with her hands.

“Take them away,” he said.

She stood rigid in indecision.

“I said take them away,” he was beginning to sound angry.

Her face reddened in shame as she let her hands drop to her sides. She
studied the pattern on the frayed carpet as she heard his deep
inhalation as her flawless orbs were revealed to him in all their
glory. He savored both the sight of them and her obvious discomfort
for a few seconds then ordered her to remove her skirt.

Here it was at last. Her Rubicon yawned in front of her, once she
crossed it there was no going back. She’d be as naked as not to make
any difference before a man old enough to be her father, if not her
grandfather, and what was more her nudity carried with it her
acceptance of his dominion over her.

She moved as slowly as she could, her eyes cast down and her face
glowing in the bright light as she turned her skirt around and fumbled
with the button. Slowly she pulled down the zip and, taking a deep
breath, she started to push it down over the swell of her hips and
down her slim legs until it was a puddle at her feet. Automatically
her hands flew in front of her crotch. She heard him suck his teeth in
annoyance but she was so ashamed to be standing naked in front of a
man she didn’t move.

He slammed the flat of his hand down on the table and ordered her to
lace her fingers together behind her neck. Reluctantly she complied
aware that it caused her chest to push out as if she was offering her
breasts to him.

She could hear his heavy breathing as he lustfully surveyed her
charms. “Spread your legs,” he husked.

She shuffled her feet a few inches apart.

“Wider,” he snapped.

She desperately fought to quell her sobs as she complied until her
feet were about shoulder width apart. “Better,” he said as he came
towards her.

He stood in front of her and reached forward and cupped her breasts,
she started at his touch but forced herself to accept his unwanted
attentions when he growled warningly at her. One of his hands
fluttered down across her stomach and foraged through her sparse blond
thatch of tightly woven curls. She gritted her teeth and stared over
his shoulder as she felt one of his fingers lightly brush against the
slash of her sex. She felt like cringing as she felt the finger become
more insistent as it insinuated itself between her soft folds.

He leaned down and lightly sucked one of her nipples while his finger
continued to molest her. Despite her resolve he was starting to awaken
feelings in her body that caused her to moan quietly. She was torn
between the pleasure he was evoking in her and the shame of letting
him do what he wanted with her body.

The tableau continued for a few minutes while her moans became louder
as a warm glow started to engulf her groin. Suddenly he withdrew his
hand from between her legs then surveyed his finger. To her horror it
was dripping wet with her juices.

“I think you’re about ready don’t you?” He said as he held it in front
of her face for her inspection. She wanted to curl up and die with
shame at how her body had betrayed her. “Lie on the bed and spread
your legs,” he said indicating the cot that was pushed against the
wall.

She recoiled when she caught the stale odor of the gray sheets but
complied. She lay on her back, staring at the cracked and stained
plaster of the ceiling trying to take her mind off what was about to
happen. She could hear him grunting as he peeled off his clothes then
the cot sagged as he crawled onto it.
Her legs fell open almost automatically as he hunched himself between
them, then his face filled her vision as he lay full on her.

She felt him fumble between his legs and then the rigid insistence of
his penis was pushed up against her soaking gash. He had taken 100mG
of Viagra half an hour before she had come and he was as hard as he’d
ever been in his life both from the effects of the drug and the sight
of her perfect body that was now split in offering to him.

He eased himself inside and she moaned as she felt him opening her up
for the third time that day. She was so wet it hardly hurt her at all
as he pushed himself deep inside until their hip bones met and their
pubic hairs knitted together. He sighed in bliss as the fat convexity
belly made contact with her concavity, forming an almost perfect seal,
and her pussy clenched around his burgeoning hardness.

She shifted uncomfortably as his weight pressed her back into the
fetid sheets. She had never felt so open and vulnerable as she lay
there with him inside her, even her rape this afternoon had felt
better than this as she wasn’t completely covered by her assailants.
She looked up at him, studying the lines on his face and his eyes that
were tightly closed as he savored the sensations that her body was
evoking in him.

His eyes snapped open suddenly and he bared his teeth in a cracked
smile. He looked so old that she shuddered involuntarily as
realization dawned. She was having sex with a disgusting old man. She
was lying on a filthy bed with his penis pushed deeply inside her
hitherto private parts and she had offered herself to him. And all
because she’d had the misfortune to be in the wrong place at the wrong
time and had gotten forced to have sex against her will. A solitary
tear trickled down her cheek; it was all so unfair.

He leaned down and licked the tear from her soft downy cheek then
buried his nose in her hair. It smelled fresh and clean with a hint of
some girlish perfume. He shifted his weight slightly relishing the
feel of the soft pliant body that lay open to receive him; and his
disseminate. She wriggled and a wave of sensation swept up and down
his spine in response as her pussy caressed his steel hard penis.

Slowly he retreated out of her then smoothly thrust back inside. She
gasped and her fingers dug into his shoulders as she too was assailed
with sensations that were beyond her control. She had never felt
anything like it before in her life; indeed she could hardly believe
such feelings were real. The puffy purple head of his penis was moving
smoothly and inexorably in and out of her causing her to gasp and
moan.

Unlike the afternoon’s episode this didn’t hurt her, far from it,
instead it awakened deep primal urges in her body that caused her to
open her legs wider and to push her hips up to meet his thrusts as if
she was trying to draw him in so deeply he couldn’t ever escape.

He had settled into a rhythm that caused the bedsprings to creak and
groan, matching her soft moans and unintelligible murmurs. His hands
pressed against her breasts, his fingers catching her nipples between
his fingers as he massaged them in time to his thrusts.

She was completely overwhelmed with sensation and her body kicked into
automatic as his pace increased and he really started to hammer her
back into the sagging mattress.

Something wonderful was taking shape inside her body as he pounded
faster and faster. It was as if her guts were being churned as she
felt him going in and out of her and when he released a breast and
reached down to rub her clitoris she couldn’t help but moan and writhe
as she started to soar.

The tableau continued for a few more minutes with him pounding away
faster and faster and her shaking her head from side to side so her
long hair whipped her face lightly as she lost herself in a bliss she
had never known before.

She could feel the crescendo coming as his hips continued to slam her
back against the thin mattress then, just before she started to peak
he stopped, shuddered and released his seed deep inside her. She
ground up against him trying to milk every last drop of sensation from
his spurting penis as he continued to fire salvo after salvo inside
her.

She was so agonizingly close to something wonderful she almost
screamed in frustration as he fired one last mighty pulse inside her
then collapsed full on her, completely spent. He lay so still and for
so long she was starting to think he had had a heart attack or
something, but eventually his eyes opened and he reached down and
eased his limp manhood from within her filled, but unfulfilled, sex.

He rolled off her and flopped down next to her.

They lay like that for long minutes, him lost in his satiation and her
in humiliation with her body trembling with unexpended lust as his
seed slowly oozed out of her.

Wearily he looked at his watch and croaked, “you’d better get going or
you are going to be late for lights out.”

She grabbed his wrist, looked at the watch then said something
unladylike. She tumbled off the bed and frantically clambered into her
clothes. There was only half an hour to lights out, just enough time
for a shower before bed if she hurried. She was terrified at being
late, the punishment for which was a paddling in front of the whole
room and the thought of the duty teacher seeing that she wasn’t
wearing any knickers made her cringe.

She flung back the bolt and raced out into the twilight.

She had only gone a couple of hundred yards when someone stepped into
her path causing her to crash into him.

“Whoa,” he said, “what’s the hurry?”

“Let me go please, I’m going to be late.” It was her rapist, the one
who took her chastity and was now holding on to her arms stopping her
from going anywhere. And wherever he was his friends wouldn’t be far
away and sure enough they emerged from the woods and stood either side
of her.

She looked around frantically hoping to pull away and dodge around
them but the leader held her tightly. “So where have you been?” he
asked.

“Look please let me go. I’m going to be late. Haven’t you done enough
to me today?”

“Hey wait a minute the old guy lives down here don’t he? So what have
you been telling him?”

“Nothing,” she said trying to shrug his hands off her arms.

“Nothing eh? You look pretty wild tonight, what you been up to?”

She looked down at the ground, “nothing,” she whispered.

“So you told him nothing and did nothing. Something tells me you ain’t
telling me the truth. Here boys hold her arms I want to check
something out.”

The boys grabbed her arms and the leader’s hand again dipped under her
skirt and his finger probed her soaking pussy.

“My, my what have we here?” He smirked as he withdrew his hand and
held up his finger, which was slick with the old man’s juices. “Been
giving it to the old man eh? You must really be getting into it, which
is just as well.”

“Just as well?”

“Yeah,” he grinned then jerked his thumb at one of the boys, “my
friend here didn’t get any this afternoon, so he’s got a bad case of
blue balls.”

“Blue balls?”

“Being a cunt I didn’t think you’d understand, let me enlighten you as
simply as I can, he needs a fuck to stop his balls aching with the
load he’s carrying.”

“Oh no, not again,” she wailed, “Please, I’m going to be late. Please
let me go.”

“No way not until you’ve done it with him.”

“I’ll do it tomorrow, I promise. Please don’t make me do it now. I’m
going to be ever so late.”

“Tough shit. The sooner you do it the sooner we’ll let you go, until
then you stay here with us. And of course this goes up on the school
notice board if you won’t cooperate.” He held up a picture, which
showed her with her skirt hiked up around her waist; a pair of fingers
plunged deep into her crotch and with sperm dripping down her face.

Her shoulders slumped in submission.

“Lay down and spread wide,” smirked the leader.

“What here?”

“Yes here,” he sneered, “where did you expect? In your dorm in front
of the other girls?”

Reluctantly she dropped to the ground and lay back, what did it matter
if she was used again, they’d already used her over and over. She felt
the boy throw up her skirt and prize open her legs before he entered
her with no preliminaries whatsoever.

She grunted softly at his intrusion but didn’t fight or cry out as he
started to pump away at her.

“Hurry please hurry,” she muttered as he continued to bash away. She
was too inexperienced to know how to hurry him along and so she just
panted imprecations into his ear. Unlike the session with the old guy
this time she didn’t feel any pleasure just a numb recognition that
she was nothing but a sperm dump for this boy. Just somewhere to
relieve his ‘blue balls’ so the discomfort was passed from him to her
as he hammered away.

Luckily for her he was too fired up to last long and it was almost a
sense of relief when he started grunting loudly and she felt the now
familiar warmth deep in her belly as he fired volley after volley into
her already sopping pussy.

He pulled free then stood up and admired her as she lay on the path
with sperm smeared all over her crotch. The leader squatted down next
to her, kissed the tips of his fingers then placed them on her
forehead. “Thanks for letting us get to ‘know’ you,” he laughed, then
they all turned and ran into the darkness of the woods. She could hear
their laughter as she raced the other way; down the path towards her
dormitory block.

She barely made it inside just before the lights were put out, so she
had to get undressed in the dark. She was too late to have a shower
and so she had to suffer the added indignity of sleeping with the
sperm of two guys slowly oozing out of her and drying on the inside of
her thighs.

The tears came to her in the darkness as the events of the day were
relived in her fevered brain. She could scarcely believe all that had
happened with such dizzying speed in just a few short hours. She had
gone from being a virgin to having sex with 4 guys in one day and
what’s more three of them had put their sperm deep inside her.

She could be pregnant and she wouldn’t even know whose child it was.
What’s more the painkillers had worn off and her pussy now felt like
so much shredded meat.

And she hadn’t even gotten to cum.

Eventually she sobbed herself to sleep.

Lucinda was the first into the shower the next morning. It was a
communal shower and she didn’t want the other girls to see the
translucent trails that smeared the inside of her thighs. She
tentatively probed at her vagina hoping to wash their stuff out of her
but the jets were fixed high up on the wall and so despite her
gymnastics she couldn’t direct a jet of water into her to help.

Anyway it hurt every time she pushed a finger inside, as she was still
sore.

Her morning was spent lost in a dream, or rather a nightmare. She was
convinced she was pregnant but by whom? Perversely she hoped it was
the last boy who did it to her, who was good looking in a dark
Italianate way. She’d overheard one of the girls telling the others
that the first one was always free, in other words you don’t get
pregnant with your first lover. She didn’t know if that was true or
not, but if it was then the old caretaker was probably the father.

Lunchtime found her in the school library where she was frantically
looking up as much as she could find on the subject of human
reproduction. Luckily the librarian had stepped out for a few minutes
and one of her friends was on duty, so there were no questions asked
as to her choice of reading material. But it didn’t stop her friend
smirking at her. The illustration of a boy’s erect penis was the most
dog-eared page in the whole library.

She took a desk at the back and started frantically scouring the
pages, desperately trying to ascertain the probable father of the baby
she was convinced she was going to have. Eventually she read that the
first guy’s sperm split into two and that one lot went off to find the
egg and the others stayed behind to fight a rearguard action to stop
any other guy’s sperm from reaching the egg. There was a footnote by
an eminent psychologist that surmised that this was the reason the
leader always went first whenever a woman was inclined to partake in
acts of sexual intercourse with a number of sequential male partners..
There was nothing about the first one being free.

She leaned back, her eyes bulging with unshod tears. So it was the
first guy. She tried to recall whether he was good looking or not. Was
he intelligent, did he have any genetic or mental problems?

She buried her head in her hands when she realized that she knew
precisely nothing abut the father of her child. There wasn’t even any
certainty that he was the father, it could even have been the second
boy because she read that even the secretions, never mind the
ejaculate, from his penis was enough to get a girl pregnant.

She sat and sobbed out her misery at her lonely desk tucked away in
the back of the library.

And that’s where Hawkins found her.

She was aware of someone sliding a chair out and sitting down opposite
her.

“This is for you,” he said sliding an envelope towards her.

“What is it,” she sniveled.

“Open it and find out,” he suggested.

She tore pen the packet to find a pill inside, “What’s this?” She
asked as she fished it out and held it up.

“It’s called a morning after pill.”

“Morning after? You mean it’s a contraceptive?”

“Yes you take it the morning after and it makes sure you don’t get
pregnant even if you’ve done it the night before. I assume you weren’t
using any contraceptives?”

She shook her head.

He tutted and said, “silly girl.”

“Where did you get it from?”

“Never you mind.” He’d rifled through the school medicine cabinet and
found a whole box of them. There must have been at least 200 sachets
inside, so he palmed a few. Last night’s little episode had left him
feeling about 10 years younger this morning and he wanted to repeat
the experience. But he couldn’t risk getting her pregnant. “Anyway
don’t you say thank you?”

Her thanks were profuse and heartfelt for the solution to her dilemma.

“And now you can do something for me,” he said.

“What? Not that again?”

He shook his head. “No, its something more fundamental than that. I
want you to wash my clothes and clean my house every day after
school.”

“What but I never…”

“Precisely, it was something else that you never thought you’d end up
doing wasn’t it?”

“But I have chores to do after school.”

“Yes and today you are being reassigned from supervising the junior
netball team to working at the pig farm.” The school had a small farm
in its grounds that both helped teach animal husbandry and provided
fresh meat for the kitchen. St. Catherine girls were not squeamish
about shooting an animal for the table or simply because it was a
bloody nuisance.

“But why the pigs?”

“Because it’s close to my house so you can do both things during your
chore time.”

“Oh this is horrible,” she moaned.

“I’ve already told the headmistress that you wanted a change and that
you’d approached me to help with the animals. She thought it was
because you are going to University next year to study equines,
whatever they are?”

“Horses.”

“So what’s the difference? They both eat, sleep, shit and fornicate.”

“You wouldn’t understand.”

He shrugged, “So you’ll be seeing the headmistress after school and
will be reassigned this evening. So I expect you at my place at 4:30
and don’t forget to bring your old working clothes, its messy work.”

She wondered which he meant, cleaning his house or mucking out the
pigsties. Probably both.

Then a thought occurred to her. “What did you mean it was something
else I didn’t expect to have to do, what was the first thing?”

He leaned forward so his face was close to hers and whispered, “having
to fuck one of the servants.” He laughed and stood upright; “I’ll see
you at 4:30 and don’t be late you’ve got a lot to do.” He then
strolled off while she dashed to get a glass of water, the precious
pill clutched tightly in her fist.

(***************** (c) 2001 Spoonbender@hotmail.com ****************)

She was dressed in a pair of tight jeans and a gingham shirt and
clutching a pair of Wellington boots when she turned up that evening.
It was unseasonable warm and amazingly the weather forecast didn’t
threaten rain for the next couple of days, so she didn’t have to wear
waterproofs. Her choice of dress coupled with her ponytail gave her a
fresh inviting look, radiating youthful vigor and innocence, not even
aware that she was showing her body off to perfection.

He invited her straight in and showed her where the cleaning stuff was
kept. He then got her down to work. She was perspiring freely by the
time he called a halt to her exertions. She’d barely made a start on
the main room never mind the kitchen. He informed her that it was fine
as she could carry on tomorrow but now the pigs needed feeding.

It was hot, dirty and smelly work and she undid a couple of buttons on
the shirt to let the air to her body. An hour later she had pulled the
shirt out of her jeans and had tied it across her midriff baring her
belly. She had a streak of something unmentionable across her
forehead, which she’d got by pushing stray hair out of her eyes. She
was sweaty, hot and miserable.

And that’s how they found her.

“Well, well, well,” smirked the leader, “look who it isn’t.”

“Go away and leave me alone,” she said backing up against the wall and
pointing the pitchfork at him.

“Now that isn’t a very nice way to greet your lover.”

“I’m not your lover, so go away.”

“Not your lover,” he turned to the boys with mock incredulity, “she
reckons I’m not her lover. I’m shocked. Did you or did you not witness
me fucking the ass off her?”

They nodded grinning their heads off.

He turned back to her, “And it was your first time wasn’t it?”

She nodded briefly; there was no point in denying it.

“And don’t girls usually give up their cherry to their lover?”

She just looked at him.

He took her silence as an affirmative, “in that case I’m your lover.”

“You’re not,” she said her voice trembling, “you raped me, you all
did.”

“Your word against ours and,” he waved the photograph at her, “and who
do you think they’ll believe when they see this?”

“That’s evidence.”

“Evidence that you did fuck us and that you are a slut who lets us cum
all over your face. Anyway if it was rape why haven’t you reported it
already?”

“Because I..”

“Because you have a stupid school rule that says if you are caught
fucking then you’d be thrown out and you know you was giving us the
come on. You wanted it but that could get you chucked out from here
for doing it, so you cried rape. But the look on your face in this
picture says otherwise, that ain’t a look of pain,” he peered at the
picture then back at her, “that looks more like pleasure to me. So
your rape story doesn’t look so hot now does it? Not when you enjoyed
every minute of it.”

“I didn’t, it was horrible and you hurt me,” she said trying to hold
back a sob.

“Oh yeah it didn’t look like that to me, they weren’t moans of pain
you were making. You were having fun,” he looked around at his
friends, “what do you think boys?”

“Yeah the bitch was getting off on it.”

“She was so wet I nearly had to tie my ankles to the bench to stop
from disappearing inside her.”

“There you are,” said the leader spreading his hands and shrugging,
“if you have pleasure then it ain’t rape. Sorry.”

He sounded so plausible she almost found herself agreeing to what he
was saying. Was it still rape if she’d had pleasure from it? She
didn’t know the law that well especially regarding sexual crimes.
Those sorts of things were definitely not on the curriculum at St.
Catherine’s.

He saw the pitchfork waver, “Look I won’t report it if you leave me
alone,” she said.

“Hmm I’m not sure about that,” he said scratching his chin
thoughtfully, “you see I think that you want to do it again with us.”

“What?” she exclaimed, “you must be mad if you think that.”

“In fact you’ll even beg us to do it to you.”

“Never,” she said shaking her head defiantly.

“Oh I think you will,” said the leader waving the picture nonchalantly
in front of his face like a small fan. “You see if you agree to fuck
us then you get this picture, it’s a Polaroid so there aren’t any
negatives. If you don’t,” he looked rueful, “then we’ll post it on the
internet so millions of perverts throughout the world will masturbate
over you. An interesting choice eh?”

She looked at him for a long minute a mixture of loathing, hope and
humiliated submission in her eyes.

“So what’s it to be?”

“You’ll give the photograph?”

“Yes.”

“And there are no copies?”

He shook his head, “nope.”

She closed her eyes and breathed deeply before replying, “in that case
I’ll do it.”

“Do what?”

“You know, ‘it’.”

“Nope,” he shrugged and turned to his boys and said, “do you know
what’s she’s talking about?”

They shook their heads.

He turned back to her, “sorry you’ll have to be more explicit.”

She sighed in exasperation, “alright sex, have sex.”

“Oh,” he said in mock realization, “sex? You mean fucking. You want us
to fuck you? Is that what you are trying to say?”

“Yes.”

“So say it.”

She gulped, “I’m willing to have sex with you.”

“These poor dumb working class boys, “he jerked his thumb at his
friends, “don’t understand what you mean, so say it properly so
they’ll know what you are talking about.”

“I’m willing to fuck you.”

“No, no, you’ve still got it wrong. Its pretty simple, we fuck you,
you get fucked. Got that? Come on try again and louder this time.”

“I’m willing to let you fuck me,” she said, louder than she expected.

“Nice offer,” he said looking at his fingernails, “but I’m not really
interested.”

She looked at him, what was he doing? “But I thought you..?”

“Wanted to fuck you? Well I did but I’m not in the mood now, so I’ll
just go and post this on the web,” he turned and clapped his friends
on their shoulders, “come on lads lets go home, is that scanner still
hooked up to the computer?”

“Wait!” she shouted, “please don’t go.”

He turned, “why?”

“Because, look please don’t put that picture on the internet. I’ll do
whatever you want, you can fuck me,” she took a deep breath, “you can
all fuck me.”

“As I said I’m not in the mood.”

“Please.”

“Please what?”

“Please fuck me,” she’d dropped the pitchfork so its tines were poking
the straw and had lowered her eyes to stare at the floor.

“There,” he said, “I told you you’d beg us to fuck you.” The other
boys laughed and jeered as he continued, “but we really aren’t in the
mood, so you’ll have to do something to get us in the mood won’t you?
If you still want us to ‘fuck’ you of course.” She winced slightly as
he put the accent on the ‘fuck’, it seemed an apt almost animal word
that described perfectly the acts they had put her through on the
previous day. That brutal pounding wasn’t love making, or even sex as
she had imagined it, but it was a fucking. A raping. And now she’d
just begged them all to do it again.

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