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Steph really wanted to go the Jeni’s party that night. She had never been to a party before, so she wasn’t really sure how to dress. She had to try on all the outfits Mike had bought her again. After hours of looking in the mirror, she finally decided on a little black dress made from a shiny fabric. It has little sequins sewn around the edges. She found a tiny little matching thong to go with it. She fantasized a little, thinking about Mike touching her. She imagined herself sitting so he could see up her dress, catch a little peek of her cute little ass. She looked in the mirror at how smooth her bikini line was after the wax. She felt dangerous and sexy.
She used an iron in her hair to put just a little bit of curve in it. She put on the darkest red lipstick she owned. Looking at herself in the mirror, she felt mysterious, exotic.
She quietly sneaked out of the house. Her mother would never let her go to the party if she asked. If mother caught her, she would suffer another beating. She wanted to live. She imagined herself surrounded by all the beautiful people. She imagined all of her friends there. She thought of dancing with Mike. It was going to be a wonderful night.
When she got there, the party was cranking. Loud music beat from the speakers. The carefree teenagers were all slugging down booze. Several couples where kissing and holding each other on various pieces of furniture throughout the house. Everyone there was young, alive, and sexy.
Tonya was there. She found Steph right away and offered her a drink. Steph had never tried alcohol before and didn’t want to find out how it affected her tonight. She just wanted to enjoy the party.
“So, how are you doing since everything happened?” Tonya said.
“Things are really good. Mike really fell for me. We’re really happy together. I’m meeting him here tonight.”
“He’s already here. I ran into him a little while ago. He’s in back with some of the guys.”
“Great, I’ll have to find him.”
“Hey, Steph, before you slip off, I have something I really want to talk to you about. I know Mike told you that I was really into him. That’s why I did some of that stuff to you. I knew he liked you, and I wanted to hurt him. I really wanted to call you, to say that I was sorry about everything. I know that I humiliated you . . .”
“Tonya you don’t need to say anything else. It was really hard going through what you did to me. I’m still hurt by some of the things that happened. It led to some wonderful things in my life. Because of you, I’m with Mike now. He loves me. I love him. Life is really good for me now. I don’t like thinking about what you did to me, but I want to try and forget it. I’d like to be friends.”
“Steph, I want to be your friend too. You are this amazing person that I can’t seem to get out of my head. I know that I hurt you. I’m sorry that you were hurt, but I’m not sorry it happened. You are so beautiful and perfect. I can’t stop thinking about you.”
Tonya leaned in and wrapped her arms around StephanieHe came up and put his arm around her. He was hanging out with several other guys that he introduced to Steph. They all stood around talking, but it was guy conversation: cars, football, and stupid movies. Steph was stunned by Tonya’s confession still. She wasn’t a lesbian; she loved Mike. It was so strange to have something like that happen. She really wasn’t sure what to think about it.
Mike was telling some jokes to his friends. He put his arm around her and pulled her close to him. The guys all laughed at the punch line. Steph leaned in and kissed him on the cheek. . Steph tried to pull away from her, but Tonya was too strong. She kissed Steph, right on the mouth. It was a long kiss, filled with passion. Stephanie felt herself melt into Tonya’s arms.
Tonya broke away, looked at Stephanie, and began to cry. “I’m so sorry Steph. I care about you. I always have. It’s something that I’m just starting to realize, but I have feelings for you.”
Steph stared at her, stunned. She had no idea what to say. Tonya lost all nerve at that point, turned and ran off into the crowd. Steph was about to follow her when she heard Mike calling out to her. “Hey Steph, I’m so glad you made it.”
“I love you Michael.”
“Isn’t she something guys?” he said. “This is my hot little lady.” He squeezed her close.
“She’s a brave little girl too. She really loves to show off what she’s got. You wanna show my buddies how hot you are baby?”
“Don’t be so silly baby!” she said. “You’re going to treat me like a lady tonight.” She nuzzled into him playfully. “If you’re a good boy, you may get a treat later.”
Mike turned to look at her. He held her and kissed her on the neck, kissed up her neck, nibbled her earlobe. She pressed her body into him. His hand went up her leg, slid under her skirt and squeezed her bottom. She squirmed a little in his arms. His hand kept sliding his hand up to the small of her back, raising up her skirt so his friends could all see her butt. All of his buddies got a really good look at her tiny little thong. She pushed away from him and pulled the skirt back down. She looked down as she felt her face flush with embarrassment.
“Stop it Mike, not here. Not in front of everyone.”
She had done a lot for him already. She really wanted to fool around, just not in front of everyone they went to school with. Steph had never really fit in before. She had never fit in before. These were the people who had teased her, made fun of her. These weren’t just random people walking through a mall, these were the people that had teased her since kindergarten. She had spent many nights crying into her pillow after what they had done to her. She really wanted Mike to love her tonight, to show all of them she was worthy of love.
“Come on baby, don’t be like that.” He wrapped one arm around her and started kissing her again. His arm went all the way around her and pinned her own arms down by her sides. He lifted her up a little so her feet no longer touched the ground. She felt helpless. She couldn’t really do anything to stop him. Why was he doing this, here, now, in front of everyone?
“Stop Mike, please . . . I’m not trying to be weird. Just not here.”
She felt his other hand raise the back of her skirt again. She was wearing a shiny little black thong; it was the only thing still covering her bottom. They were attracting attention and a crowd was starting to gather. Everyone at the party seemed to be watching them.
“Baby, you don’t need to be so weird. I’ve told all my buddies how you like to show off for me. They know how you loved showing off at the mall earlier. Now don’t be so shy. You’re a beautiful girl. Everyone here wants to fuck you. Show off what you got.”
“Mike, stop it.” She brought up her knee and it connected hard with his groin. He let out a gasp for air as his grip loosened. She pulled away from him again and tugged her dress back down over her bottom.
Mike looked up glaring at her, holding his crotch and trying to catch his breath.
“I’m sorry Mike. I didn’t mean to hurt you. We can fool around later. I’m yours. Just not here. Not in front of everyone.” She started to panic.
She saw pure hatred in Mike’s eyes. He started moving toward her and she tried to back away. She back into the crowd and couldn’t go any farther. The crowd was too thick to press through. They were pushing her toward Mike. He was slowly walking toward her. She panicked. What was she going to do? What was he going to do? She couldn’t get away. He was really scaring her.
Someone from behind yanked her skirt up again. They grabbed it from the bottom and pulled it all the way up. Everyone could see her tiny little black thong from the front and back. She grabbed the bottom of the skirt and started trying to pull it back down. The other person held it too tightly. Someone else reached around and gave her a bear hug from behind. Her arms were pinned at her sides. She squirmed to free herself. The hands grabbed the front of her blouse and pulled hard. Buttons popped, fabric tore. Her shirt was ripped open and everyone could see her little black bra. She pushed to get away and ended up on the floor. Hands were still grabbing at her so she kicked them away. She started to crawl but someone grabbed hold of her skirt. She unfastened the little belt and crawled out of it. Someone else grabbed an ankle, someone else grabbed a wrist. She couldn’t get free. Her clothes were being pulled off her. She squirmed to get free, tried to kick, tried to clutch at her little bra as it was tore off her. She didn’t know whether to try and cover her naked breasts or grab her panties to keep from getting them ripped off.
Mike pushed through the crowd. He was pissed. She screamed in terror. There was no way she could push her way through the crowd and escape. She tried to curl up in a little ball. He grabbed the waistband of her thong, picked her up by her panties, giving her the ultimate wedgie. She started to kick and flail, but this caused her underwear to rise up painfully far inside of her. Everyone could see her pussy. She looked around the room. Camera phones were out. People were pointing and laughing. She was an outcast again. She was the joke and all the beautiful people were laughing at her.
Mike pushed through the crowd. Holding her up high so all could see. She dangled helplessly by her underwear. She screamed, clutched her chest as tears rolled down her cheeks. Her body slammed down on the table where snacks had been laid out. Bowls of salsa, dip, and guacamole splattered on the floor as she struggled.
“Bring me some rope!” he said.
Her hands were bound with an extension cord someone found. Mike pulled it under the table tight, making her bend farther, until it hurt really bad. He used one end of the same cord to tie each of her ankles to the legs of the table. She still had her panties on, but they were stretched out from her wedgie, twisted up and out of place. She knew that everyone could see her pussy. It didn’t matter for long. Mike grabbed them and ripped them off her. She was completely naked, bent over with her ass in the air. Cameras were still flashing; people were still laughing. No one was going to help her.
“Come on baby. You know you love this. You know it turns me on. You know it turns everyone on.”
Mike didn’t sound like himself anymore. His voice had a crazy, angry edge to it. He took his belt off. He folded it over and cracked it. She knew what was coming next. This was the most awful thing he could do to her. She madly struggled to escape, but the cord was tied too tight.
The belt whistled through the air. It cracked loud against her ass. He hit her harder than her father ever had. She screamed and cried.
Wham Wham
He hit her again and again as everyone cheered. She was humiliated. Mike was the only person whom she had felt close. The only person she had seen naked. Now, everyone saw her. She had nowhere to hide.
“Come on babe. You know you love this. It’s making me so fucking hard.”
A pillowcase was pulled over her head. She could not see who was around her anymore. This made it worse. She imagined who might be out there. The crowd seemed bigger in her mind.
Mike was standing behind her. She heard a zipper. She felt something press against her pussy. He was going to fuck her.
No wait, it wasn’t Mike. It didn’t feel like his dick. He had switched places with someone else. Her face was covered. Her eyes were covered. She didn’t even know who she was fucking. Her boyfriend was letting someone else rape her in front of everyone. He fucked her hard. People were laughing. She squeezed the cock tight into her pussy, trying to end it. The penis spasmed inside her and pulled out, but soon it was replaced with another. She was being ganged raped. Other girls were watching. Her boyfriend was watching. No one was stopping it.
One dick after another came inside her. Semen was running down her legs. She was everyone’s dirty little fuckslut. She could hear them laughing, all of them laughing. This was agony. It was a joke to everyone else, her rape, her complete humiliation amused them. She was worthless. All of the horrible things being done to her were meaningless. She didn’t matter.
She realized that she didn’t even count the dicks that had been inside her, had it been ten… fifteen? God, she hurt so badly. After the rape, they left her tied to the table a long time, like she was forgotten about. Everyone else’s life still seemed to be normal. She heard conversations all around her. People were talking about relationships, school, football. No one cared about the naked, ravaged girl tied to the table in the middle of the room. She couldn’t move. She wasn’t sure how long they left her there.
Finally, someone pulled the pillowcase off her head, the light was so bright it hurt her eyes. The party was still going strong. Music played. People danced. Everyone was having fun.
“What the hell did you do you fucking slut!”
It was Jenni. This was her house. Her parents were out of town.
“You knocked food all over the carpet. This is going to fucking stain.”
She was mad about the food that had been knocked off the table when they had tied Steph down. It seemed utterly ridiculous that she was mad about the carpet.
“Jeni, I’ve been raped. I need to call the police. Where’s Mike? Did you see anything that happened? Please help me.” Steph looked at her with pleading eyes. Jeni looked so pretty and perfect standing in front of her. She was wearing her little cheerleader uniform. Something like this would have never happened to her. Jeni was a lovely girl, but she commanded respect. Steph once saw a boy pop her bottom at school. Jeni stared the boy down with a look of distain. Several other guys that saw what happened ran to her aid and beat the offending boy. He was later expelled from school, just because he had touched Jenni.
No one helped Stephanie. Not even the boy she loved.
“W-where’s Mike?” Steph asked again.
“Your boyfriend left with Tonya a while ago. He was disgusted when he saw your little sex orgy going on in my living room. You are such a fucking slut. I can’t believe you would just screw all those guys in front of everyone here.”
“I was tied up. I didn’t have a choice. Please untie me. Call the police.” Steph began to sob.
“Listen slut. If you call the police, they will come here and break up the party. We’ll all get caught drinking underage and lose our drivers licenses. My parents will find out about the party and I’ll be put on restriction. You’re the one who has been playing all these stupid sex games with Mike. He’s told everyone what a whore you are and you just prove it here in front of everyone. Now I’m going to untie you, but you’re going to keep your fucking mouth shut and clean up this fucking mess or we’ll tie you back down to the table for the rest of the night.”
Jeni stomped off leaving Steph tied there. She looking around and saw everyone else having a good time. The room was full of people and they were all just ignoring her. It was like she wasn’t even there.
It took Jeni about ten minutes to get back to her. She had a little basket of cleaning stuff: a brush, some sponges, carpet cleaner, and some all-purpose cleaner. Her boyfriend Paul was with her. Steph wondered if he was one of the guys whom she had fucked. She suddenly realized that she was going to be looking at guys the rest of her life, and not have any idea if they had been a part of her rape.
“Here is some stuff you can use to clean up your mess. I’m going to untie you. Don’t fuck around, ok?”
Jeni and Paul untie Steph’s hands and legs. They had been tied too tightly and were numb. Steph ached all over and it was hard for her to stand up. When she tried to step forward, she fell to the floor. She couldn’t feel her legs at all. She rubbed them with her sore hands to try and get blood to flow back into them.
Jeni swung the extension cord. It whistled through the air and cracked across Steph’s back. Stephanie howled in pain.
“I said clean up the fucking mess!”
Steph panicked. She couldn’t be here anymore. She had to get out. She tried to run. Her legs still weren’t working. She crawled. She fell. Paul picked her up and slammed her back down on the table.
“Fine, we’ll just tie you back up for the rest of the night.” Jeni started to bind her hands again.
“No! Please! I’ll clean it up. I’m sorry. Don’t tie me up again.”
“Hurry up slut. If you don’t clean it quickly the stain will set into the carpet. Then you’ll have to pay to have it cleaned.”
Paul let Steph go and she fell to the floor again. Desperately she looked around for her clothes. Surely someone had dropped them somewhere close by when they were ripped off her.
There were no clothes on the floor. They weren’t around the table. Someone must have carried them off. She was naked in a room full of people and didn’t even know where her clothes were.
She couldn’t stand still. She crawled around on the floor, picking up large globs of salsa and guacamole. She got the brush and carpet cleaner and began to scrub the stains on the carpet. Everyone was staring at her. She didn’t feel sexy, didn’t even feel pretty. She felt like a dirty whore. She hated her body. Nothing was hidden. They could all see her small titties, her bruised ass, her disgusting fuck hole. She wasn’t like the other girls at the party. They were pretty, with beautiful outfits. They fit in here, were loved by their boyfriends. Everyone else was beautiful and perfect and worthy of love. They had used her, tore away everything from her.
She kept scrubbing at the carpet as tears rolled down her cheeks. The stains seemed to be cleaning up better than she thought they would. Maybe if she could just do this right they would let her go home. The guys kept leering at her. All the girls looked disgusted with her. They would never be the only person naked at a party. None of the other girls here would ever fuck all those guys while everyone watched.
“Jeni, I’ve got it cleaned up as best as I can. You almost can’t tell it even happened. I won’t call the police. I’m not going to say anything. Please let me go home.”
“Steph, you did a good job. We’ll let you go home and no else has to hear about what a slut you were tonight. Most of the school probably knows, but we’ll do our best to keep anyone else from finding out. Everyone’s going to turn in their cellphones before they leave the party. I’ll make sure that all the pictures and videos are erased before I give them back at school tomorrow. We don’t want anything posted on the internet that will ruin you. We’re going to help you.”
Jeni was being a lot nicer now. After everything Steph had gone through, she thrived on Jeni being kind to her. She really wanted to believe she had someone on her side again. She didn’t want to do anything to make her mad.
“Thank you Jeni.” Steph stood up and hugged her. The feeling was coming back to her legs now. She felt really awkward pressing her naked body against Jeni, but she really wanted to express her gratitude to her.
“Now Steph, I’m going to my room to find some clothes for you. While I’m gone, you need to keep the party going. There is more beer in the coolers in the back of Paul’s truck. You need to bring them in and make sure everyone has a fresh drink. When you get done with that, I’ll give you something to wear home.”
Jeni kissed her on the cheek and walked off. Steph looked around, realizing that she was going to have to walk through the house naked.
Everyone was looking at her. She covered her chest and pussy with her hands. They had all seen her already; most of them had probably even fucked her. She wanted to hold on to a little dignity however.
She walked outside to go to Paul’s truck. He had about eight coolers full of beer. She wanted to make sure everyone got one quickly, so she loaded up her arms with as many beers as she could carry. It took both arms to hold them. She couldn’t cover herself. The cold bottles pressed into her naked breasts. That was ok. She could deal with it. Just get it over.
She walked back into the house and stopped at the first cluster of people.
“Would you guys like some more beer?”
The way everyone stared at her made her feel weird. They showed complete revulsion toward her. One guy slapped her ass hard. It was already so sore. It was all she could do to keep from dropping all the beer. They all laughed at her. She made several trips back and forth to the truck getting more beer. The cold bottles pressed to her chest made her nipples stand out. This made her more self-conscious. Where was Jenni with the clothes she promised?
She started to think more about Mike. Why had he done this to her? Why had he left her here? Was he fucking Tonya right now? Did he ever really feel anything for her?
She handed out the last of the beer. Several guys had started following her around. They crowded around her.
“Hey sweetheart,” one of them called.
They crowed around her. Hands were all over her. She dropped the beer and covered her breast with both hands, squeezed her legs together. Still, they overtook her. She was pushed to the ground. Her hands were pinned to her sides and her legs were spread apart. They were squeezing her breasts, fingers inside of her. Hands touched her everywhere. She couldn’t move. She was done fighting. Just let them have their way. Get it over. It didn’t matter anymore.
“Holy shit, her fucking tits are tiny,” one of them laughed.
“God look at those cuts and bruises all over her ass, it looks fucking nasty.”
“Shit, I can fit all four fingers in there. God her pussy is wet.”
Steph felt her soul break.
“Hand me that beer bottle. I want to see if it will go in her pussy.”
“Oh god, that’s so fucking sick. Look at that guys!”
“Pull her legs back. Let’s see if it will go into her asshole.”
They pulled her feet up beside her head and held them down, so she was bent into an arch, her ass was spread apart. She couldn’t move. She felt a horrible pressure and it was like her insides were being ripped apart.
“Fucking gross! Oh my god. It’s all the way up to the label.”
A tear went down her cheek.
She heard Jeni’s voice. “What the fuck are you doing now slut?”
The guys scattered and left Steph on the floor, laying down in front of Jeni with a beer bottle sticking out of her ass.
“God, you are such a fucking whore. You are the reason guys don’t respect girls. You’ll let them do anything they want to. You are so nasty.”
She curled up into a little ball and shook with pain. She reached around and felt the beer bottle still sticking in her ass. She tried to pull it out but it was really slippery. She had to use both hands to get it out. For some reason, she was embarrassed by the popping sound it made as it came out. Her ass was bleeding from the inside. The bottle was slick with her blood. She looked up and Jeni was looking down, her noses was crinkled and she looked absolutely disgusted.
“Did you find some clothes for me?” Steph looked up hopfully.
“Christ, your ass is bleeding. I found something, but I don’t want your ass blood all over it.”
“Please Jeni, let me wear it. I’m sorry. I’ll wash it really good before I give it back. I really need something to wear.”
Jeni dropped some clothes in front of her and walked away. Steph was so grateful to wear anything. She pulled the clothes close to her and dressed. It was a little mini skirt that was way too short. Jeni must have worn it was she was twelve. There was a little t-shirt also that barely contained her small breasts. It just covered her nipples and you could still see the curves of her breasts hanging out below the bottom of the shirt.
Steph walked away as quickly as she could though, not wanting to be at the party any longer. She didn’t have a ride, so she started to walk down the block. She was going to have to go halfway across town to get back to her house. It was hard to walk. She was limping. Her ass hurt. Blood was still running down her legs from where she had been sodomized. Even though it was late, she worried someone would see her. She was wearing so little and the blood had soaked through the back of her dress. She couldn’t stop crying.
Suddenly, she looked up and saw Mike’s a few blocks away. It stopped suddenly, like it also saw her. She froze, unable to move. The engine roared out, the tires screamed like like a million women being burned. The car charged at her. Steph’s heart almost cracked her chest and she turned to run. She had been so tired, now her body surged with panic. She must get away. It was like running away from a bad dream. She heard a door slam. Footsteps ran up behind her. A shoulder gored her like the horn of a bull and she slammed into the ground. Mike was on top of her. She tried to struggle, but it was no use. He was tearing at her like a dog would eat raw meat. What little clothing she had was ripped away and he bit her, clawed at her, mounted her. He was fucking her again. He seemed like he would rather kill her than just fuck her. He was insane.
She heard Tonya’s mad cackling laugh. Tonya had left the party with Mike. They did sneak off together after leaving her tied to that table.
“Mike please! I’m yours. I’ll do anything. It hurts. I’m sorry. I won’t say no again.”
His dick exploded inside her. He screamed in passion, then started to laugh. He got off her, stood over her. She looked up and Mike and Tonya were both staring down at her.
She heard his sing-song voice. “I’m going to count to ten, then we’re going to get you. You better start running.”
The fact that she was still in danger broke through her tangled, disheveled mind. She hurt so badly. She started to crawl, franticly trying to get away, but her legs just limped along. She flailed her arms, trying to get up and run faster.
“One, two three. . .”
She was naked, hobbling down a public street. Her modesty didn’t matter anymore. She wanted to find anyone who would help her.
“. . . four, five, six. . .”
She cried hysterically. Her body wouldn’t work. She couldn’t run.
“. . . seven, eight, nine. . .”
She kept hobbling along. Any distance she put between them had to be good. She had to try.
“Ten”
She could hear Mike’s feet beating the ground behind her. He was coming at her fast. His shoulder went into her back again and she hit the ground hard. Her breath was pushed out of her lungs and she felt like she was suffocating. Mike’s huge body locked into hers and she couldn’t move. She could feel that he was still hard. He loved this. Tonya was laughing.
“You’re going to be our little fuck toy all night long sweetheart. Did you have fun at the party? You were such a fucking tease. You should have let me fuck you. Don’t ever say no to me again. You are mine. You belong to me. You will always do whatever I tell you.”
He got off her. She could breathe, finally, and she sucked in hard to fill her lungs with the cool air of the night. She clutched her knees and curled into a protected little ball.
He grabbed her by her hair, yanked hard to pick her up. She tried to get up quickly, it felt like her hair was being yanked out of her head. He pulled up higher. She had to stand on her tiptoes. She put both hands on her head, trying to relieve some of the tension. Her body was stretched out. Her little breasts stood out, her nipples erect in the cold air. She was face-to-face with Tonya. Tonya’s hands wrapped around her waist. They were so warm. They went up her body, cupped her breasts, and started to fondle her nipples. That was the most gently anyone had touched her so far that night. Tonya’s fingers slid over her nipples, one right after the other. They looked into each others eyes. Steph was completely vulnerable. She couldn’t stop Tonya, even if she wanted. Tonya lend in and kissed her neck, her ear, her shoulder. Tonya’s hands slid down her body, wrapped around her waist, slid lower and pressed into Stephanie’s bottom, pushing the two girls’ pelvises together. Tonya’s lips and tongue sucked and kissed her nipples. Tonya’s fingers pulled her pubic hair, explored her sex. Steph craved her touch; she was so close to release. After everything that had happed, she was turned on. Tonya’s tongue licked her pussy. Her body trembled. She was going to cum. She was going to explode in front of them.
She was a wreck when she got home. She had tried to put the tiny outfit back on, but it was in pieces.
She walked right through the front door and collapsed. Her parents both stared at her in shock. Her hair was disheveled, she was bloody and broken. Her father lifted her off the floor and carried her to her bedroom.
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