Cynthia’s Class Reunion

Wow, I couldn’t believe it had been ten years since I got out of that awful high school. I hated it, but there were a few people I wanted to see, and several more I wanted to gloat over. After all, I’d managed to become a meteorologist on channel 4 news. And it wasn’t just reading off a teleprompter like some weather girl, I had a college degree in the field! How many of those bitches and assholes had ever made anything of themselves?

So I dieted away the last five pounds I wanted to lose so I could fit into that slinky, strapless dress, rented a Beemer (which I put my own license plates on, who would know?), and headed off across town on the night of the reunion. It wasn’t even held any place good. It was in the old school. Whatever. It was attached to the homecoming game that weekend, which bugged the hell out of me since I lost the homecoming queen title to Sandy Mason, the bitch.

With all the baggage I carried into the building, I was actually feeling pretty mellow. Hell, just drinking in the gym without getting busted was cool. Until I saw her. Gina Anderson, my arch rival for four years. She was there with some pretty boy hanging on her arm. She even had a wedding ring on, the bitch! Like anyone in their right mind would marry that skank!

“Hey, who let you in here!” I demanded, walking up to her. I was feeling extremely mellow by then.

“Oh my god! It’s Cynthia Swallows!” she replied without missing a beat, repeating that awful nickname that she’d made up for me in tenth grade.

“Hey, fuck you!” I almost shouted, shoving her on her shoulder. “Who invited you anyway?”

“Uh, the reunion committee!” she replied, getting chuckles from the people close enough to hear us. That was totally unfair of them! Assholes!

“Oh, you think you’re so clever, miss wore a padded bra until she was sixteen yeah!” I replied. She just rolled her eyes at me. Oh wait, it was Kelly Christopher that wore the padded bra. Gina was stacked from the seventh grade. So where the hell was Kelly? I looked around for her.

“Why don’t you ladies take it outside?” someone suggested.

“Fine by me,” Gina replied. Hell, I couldn’t pass that up, so I went along with them. Once we were standing outside the gym, by the teachers’ parking lot, we turned and faced each other.

“So let’s establish some rules,” a guy said. It was Luke Devereaux, I remembered him from school.

“Fuck that!” I shouted and took a giant swing at Gina. It was terrific: fast, deadly, super cool to watch I’m sure. But somehow she dodged it. Next thing I knew my nose exploded and I was landing on my ass in the gravel. Gina stood over me, grinning.

“Smooth move, weather girl,” Gina said. Then she leaned over, grabbed the top of my dress, and tore it down the middle. I didn’t have a bra on and my twins popped out. It was ruined. I sat there, dumbfounded, and began to cry while the others laughed and went back inside. It was totally unfair! She was the bitch, she deserved to be humiliated, not me.

I wasn’t sitting there more than a minute when two guys walked up. I remembered them vaguely as dweebs, though they were kind of hot now. I remembered at the last second to pull my dress up and clutch it to my chest. “Cynthia, we saw the whole thing. That was awful. Want us to help you get even?”

“You’d do that for me?”

“Sure. Come on in the side door. Let’s get you cleaned up first.” So I followed them into the locker room area. Suddenly I felt strong hands tear my dress further down! I wasn’t wearing underwear at all, but they tore the fabric well down past my waist. It was utterly destroyed, and I was naked unless you counted shoes and a bundle of silk lying at my feet.

“What the fuck!” I shouted at the two leering perverts.

“Like we’d help a stuck up bitch like you!” One of them, Ricky I think was his name, shoved me backwards onto a bench. I tripped over the dress, but the other dweeb, Henry, picked it up and used it to tie my hands behind my back, wrapped around the bench. I was stuck there, naked!

“Hey! Stop it!” I shouted as Henry held my legs while Ricky pulled off his pants. Shit, they were going to rape me. Me! “Oh fuck!” I cried as I felt him part me and slide in. There wasn’t much I could do about it, though. Shouting was too tiring. I couldn’t kick at either of them, with Ricky being too close and Henry being at my side, tweaking my nipples. Ugh! Several minutes later they switched, after Ricky dumped a bit of hot, slimy gunk into my vagina. God it was embarrassing!

Henry lasted longer, but between the two of them they didn’t take more than fifteen minutes. “Okay, let me up now,” I said.

“As if!” Henry said. Ricky pulled my shoes off and took them with him as the two of them left. It took a second for my predicament to sink in. I was left naked and tied to a locker room bench!

Oh shit oh shit oh shit!

I must have been lying there for twenty or thirty minutes when I heard the door open again and many footsteps came trampling in. I’d either be rescued or, well, I didn’t want to think about the other option. But a few seconds later a group of men was standing over me, staring down. “Fuck, she really is here!”

“No, please, untie me!” I begged as they surrounded me and began getting undressed to various extents. Not that it helped any. I recognized most of them as school football players. They’d won state that one year when I was a junior so most of these guys had cocky, arrogant attitudes. They hadn’t lost them.

I squealed and squirmed as they began raping me, but I was still pretty much helpless. Their cocks made mincemeat of my poor cunt over the next three hours. I was crying and thrashing about trying to free myself. Whenever it seemed that my hands might get just a little bit free they would retie them! Bastards! As they retied my hands, they tore the dress into long, narrow strips to better secure me, and to tie my feet as well.

I was pretty well sick of cum as the hour grew late. I could still hear the party going on in the gym, but it couldn’t last much longer. Half the guys there must have known about me, because it wasn’t just the football team that fucked me. They drifted out, replaced by other men from my graduating class. I couldn’t even keep track of how many cocks had been inside my pussy, grinding and sliding and leaving their spunk. I just knew that I was sore as hell and miserable.

Some noise must have caught their attention. At one point, all the men over me suddenly bolted, leaving me alone. I waited in vain for rescue, but they must have been scared off by a false alarm. The only problem is that I was still tied to the bench. I began trying to really work my way free. I was tied pretty tightly, but maybe not so skillfully. It took a half hour, but I finally got my hands free. I sat up and untied my feet. As I passed a mirror I got a look at myself. Yikes! What a fucking mess I was. They’d been cumming on my face, in my hair. Certainly on my tits, though their efforts at mangling my girls left them reasonably clear of semen. And now that I was standing, a ton of cum was dribbling out of my pussy and down both of my legs. My hair and makeup were a mess. I just wanted to get out of there and forget the night ever happened.

I staggered to the door. Not the one leading into the gym, of course, but the other one leading to the hallway. Each step was painful, what with my pussy and thighs so chafed. Still, I stumbled down the hall, leaving a cummy footprint with each step. It was just as I was walking past a set of double doors leading to the gym that they burst open and a group of partiers came rushing out. I turned and saw that I was visible to at least two thirds of the gym. I froze. If I hadn’t froze maybe it wouldn’t have been so bad. But when I froze, it gave the rest of them enough time to react with stunned silence, thus alerting everyone else that there was a naked, cum-soaked woman standing right outside.

Then someone began to laugh. A few women in there looked mortified on my behalf, but most of them had been drinking to excess, and the mood was mirth and lust. I saw a good portion of the crowd moving towards me, so I bolted away as fast as my legs could take me.

And I slipped on the cum I’d been tracking and fell flat on my face. Of course the rest of my body was pretty slimy with it, so I slipped several times trying to get up again. I finally managed to run screaming down the hall, more humiliated than I thought I would ever be in my life. And some of the bastards were following me! I fled into the classroom area. It was dark in there, of course, but there was enough light from outside street lights to see the hallway. That was until I ran to a dividing door and found it chained tight. I collided head on and fell backwards onto my ass.

I felt some hands grab me. There were at least a half dozen guys there, and they quickly hustled me, carried me actually, outside. It was not especially warm out at that hour, but they carried me bodily up the embankment to one of the athletic fields. It wasn’t the main field, with lights or anything. But they could see what they were doing well enough. They threw me to the ground, and while I tried to crawl away they held me down and began fucking me some more. This time, not being tied to the bench, they could rape my anus as well. I shrieked like a fire bell when the first cock went up my back door, for all the good it did me.

I never did see who it was, but all of them plowed me hard. It was past midnight when they carried me to the main athletic field. One of them ran off and came back with some rope, which they tossed over the goal post. They tied my hands behind my back, then tied my feet to the rope hanging over the goal post and hauled me up so I was dangling upside down and helpless. They tied it off and left me there, swaying in the cool night air.

I tried to cry for help once I thought they were gone, but my voice was hoarse from so much screaming and crying. I could only hang there, shivering. I couldn’t possibly sleep, and I saw the moon cover a good portion of the sky before I heard voices approaching.

“There she is. I told you I heard right,” someone said.

“Please, get me down!” I sobbed with a gravelly voice.

“Oh, we’ll get you down,” the voice replied as I felt myself lowered. “Everyone else got a turn, not fair that we didn’t.”

Oh no, they were going to rape me some more. And they did. There were maybe eight or nine of them, and they were pretty even in their attention to my mouth, cunt, and ass. When they’d finished I wondered what was next. My graduating class was nearly three thousand. How many rapists were among them?

They carried me back to the now mostly dark school and into the boys’ locker room. “I want to try this,” one of them said. It was dark, so I couldn’t see what they were doing. I heard a locker open, and right then I knew they were going to put me inside it. What I didn’t expect was that the end of a barbell bar would suddenly go deep into my cunt. It was fairly rough and it hurt. Then they shoved me and the bar into the locker and slammed the door shut. I was trapped! I couldn’t get out at all. Worse, in the tight, confined space, I couldn’t get the end of the bar out of my vagina! I couldn’t lift myself up, nor could I move the other end of the bar far enough away. It was stuck in me as much as I was stuck in the locker.

“Shit, that really works. Cool. Night, Cynthia!”

“Nooo!” I rasped in total misery, but I heard them leave me alone there. I banged on the door but there was no way to open them from the inside. I was trapped. It was so narrow that I couldn’t even lift my hands to my face to wipe away some of the cum that was dripping into my eye.

In time I managed to angle myself so I could rest against the wall and fall asleep. It meant bending my knees a bit, though, driving the bar still deeper into my cervix. But I did sleep.

In the morning I was tired, sore, and terribly humiliated and scared. It was Saturday, and I didn’t know if anyone would find me before Monday! And what a sight I would be whenever they did find me. “Help!” I cried out to the empty building. It was useless, and I languished in that locker until early in the afternoon when I heard people piling into the locker room.

I began crying and banging on the door. It took a few minutes before someone finally opened it up. I looked out to see a current team of football players and presumably some coaches staring at me in shock.

“What the fuck took you people so long!” I screamed in frustration. “I’m banging away in here, and you fucking retards can’t even get the door open!”

“Well this locker isn’t used, and I had to take two minutes to look up the combination,” one coach said. “What’s your problem, lady, besides the obvious?”

“Just help me get the fuck out of here! What are you all staring at, anyway?” I was really mad. I probably shouldn’t have taken it out on them, but there was no one else. “Haven’t you ever seen a naked woman before, or are you all a bunch of homos?”

“Hey coach, can we cool this bitch off?” one player asked.

“Sure, whatever.”

Suddenly several of them grabbed me and lifted me out of the locker. The bar that had been lodged in my vagina for so many hours fell to the floor with a loud crash. The boys dragged me to the showers and turned one of them on cold. They shoved me into the spray.

Of course I was so weak I collapsed to the floor, but they surrounded me and wouldn’t let me crawl away until I had cleaned myself up with soap, which was hard because most of them hurriedly fucked me while they were getting ready for the game. I was almost past caring. They weren’t brutal like the others had been. I was lying on the floor, gasping when they finally turned the water off.

“Okay, you guys, you heard the plan we came up with. Get her ready.”

“What plan?” I asked, but it was all I had time to ask. They fell on me and quickly had me hogtied, gagged, and blindfolded. Then they left me lying on the cold, wet floor for a while. I screamed and tried to get loose, but they must have been boy scouts or something. Their knots didn’t loosen one bit. Some time shortly after that one pair of footsteps came in and I felt someone writing on my skin with a magic marker. I could smell it. They were putting writing all over me! Then he left.

I was there for some time when several pairs of hands quietly lifted me up and carried me somewhere. I had no idea where, but they suddenly dumped me into a large back of kind. It was a padded landing, but I suddenly caught the odor of used athletic wear. Socks, underwear, shirts, all stinking and reeking of hard play. The bag was tied shut and then I was lifted up and carried somewhere else. We may have gone outside. But the bag was dropped and I was left alone. I may have heard a car door slam shut nearby, but nothing was moving. I was feeling queasy from the fumes, lack of food, and the remains of a hangover. I may have slept.

I’m sure I did, in fact, because I woke up to a moving vehicle. There were clearly plenty of people around me. I began to struggle and scream into the bag.

“Hey, what’s in there? Did those Central High assholes leave us a pig again?” Shit, I was in the other team’s bus. We were Central High. The bag was opened, and someone pulled the blindfold away. I looked up to see a crowd of players from another school there. They were looking glum, but seemed to like what they saw of me. At least until they started reading.

“What’s this?” said an old, stereotypical grizzled coach. “What’s that say on her? Where’s my glasses. Ah, oh. So we  ‘play like a two-bit whore’, is that it?”

I tried to shout no, that I hadn’t written anything about their team on my body. What were these people, crazy? Couldn’t they see that I was a victim?

“Now we know how the laundry bag got on the bus, huh, coach?”

“Yeah, you think so?” he replied sarcastically. They were all reading from my nude body.

“I don’t like what this bitch has written,” another coach said.

“Neither do I. And I don’t believe for a minute they would actually kidnap some girl and do this. Nah, she’s one of them. She’s volunteered for this job. Well, missy, it ain’t gonna work so well for you. We may have lost the game 71 to 12, but we’ll sure as hell win with you. Have at her, boys!”

I screamed into the gag as the entire busload of football players began passing me around like a doll. It was cramped quarters in the bus, but they didn’t seem to mind putting me in awkward positions, draped across seat backs, hanging upside down, anything so they could access my three holes. That’s what I was to them.

It was a terribly long drive, and they still weren’t home when they pulled over and dumped me naked on the side of a lonely road before continuing to drive on. I looked around, seeing no sign of anything. It was a cool day and the sun was already sinking low on the horizon. I was stark naked and didn’t even know which part of the state I was in. So I started walking, praying that whoever found me would be nicer to me. Of course, hope springs eternal, as they say. But that’s a different story.