Rape Stories

Warning!

Rape-gang

by Psiberzerker

It started out as a joke, a gag, but kinda went on from there. The idea took on a life of it's own, became a paln, then evolved into a little secret society.
It really started with a party. I'd known my co-conspiriters mostly from elementry school, but a few joined in later. We wheren't really a gang, but in our self deluded high school minds, we thought of our selves that way.
First, there was Tommy, our de-facto leader. It was really a popularity contest, and he won those hands down. He always wore "Tommy" jeans, after all, they had his name on them. After a while, people started caling him TJ.
I guess I came next in line. As the "brain" of the group, people usually came to me for advice. Even Tommy usually consulted me on important decisions. Because of a long addiction to D&D, and MAGIC cards, they called me "Wizard".
Last would be Tank. He wasn't real bright, but as a defensive back on the football squad, he was big, and strong. Pretty much my intelectual nemesis, we got along fine because we complimented each other's weaknesses. I had a tendancy to get my ass kicked, probably because of my mouth, but nobody fucked with T
Tank.
There where others, but they where hardly important. My Magic partners, TJ's beautifull people, and Tanks football buddies. The important thing is, though we diverged in high school, me to my mental persuits, Tank towards the sports scholarship which was his only hope for college, and TJ into the annals of popularity, our freindship endured. It allowed us to hang with people out of caste in the normally rigid strata of high school society.
Anyway, we had a sort of club. Between our twenty odd members, we could scrape together enough to rent an apartment, and got together on a daily basis to drink, smoke weed, and basicly hang. Every once in a while, we'd have these parties to celebrate this, or that, or just because we had nothing better to do with our money.
One of these nights, it happened to be new years, most of us showed up to get shit faced, and hopefully laid. That was the problem, though the three of us could break free from our parents, and so could several of our friends, none of us could drag out a girl. Even TJ, nominally the lady's man of the bunch struck out.
I can understand, now. I've grown a little, and had plenty of time to concider it. The parents of teenage girls just don't want to let their daughters out on a night like that. Since they where up anyway, they where better prepaired to handle them.
I couldn't think of any of that at the time, though. We where all devestated by the decided lacvk of pussy floating around on a night like that. Not to be dissuaded, we broke out the booze, twisted up some doobs, and proceeded to numb our dissapointment.
Once the festivities where in full swing, TJ waved me over, and dependible tank followed. "Hey Wiz," he greeted me, "Were's the God Damned Poon Tang?"
"Idaknow," I mused, "Seems to be locked down pretty fucking tight." He grinned at the double meaning.
Tank butted in at that point, "Yeah, I haven't seen a split tail all night." He'd gotten that expression from me, though I hadn't invented it. He was a pretty good mimic, if nothing else.
"I Sure as Hell Didn't See Any," TJ admitted, "Or You Know I Would've Hooked Her, and Reeled Her In."
"Oh, how the mighty have fallen," I quoted, they where used to me talking like that, so I could be myself around them.
Tank chuckled, "Looks like the gang struck out too,"
he commented, "Too bad, we could've snaked them, if they'd brought us any." It was a common practice, girls got passed around us pretty regular, though we usually ended up getting TJ's re-bounds before they made the rounds. In the event that the guys managed to snare a hotty, she usually got passed right up to "The inner sanctum". THey usually just hit on them to get to us, anyway.
"Next Time, it'll be Different," TJ prophecied. "Even if We Have to Share, We Won't Strike Out Again!" I had to hand it to Tommie's leadership qualities, he knew right when to give a rousing speech.
"Even if we have to drag them in, and hold 'em down," I joked. We all laughed at the time, but it became more serious later. "So what're we goin' to do about it," asked, and we where interrupted by the arrival of Tony. From the sounds comming from the bathroom it appeared to be a sysephean task for our hung over cohorts. They kept adding to what they where trying to clean up.

"I have an idea," Tommy finally put in once we three where back together, "We're going to have another party this weekend, and they're going to make up for it." His smile, was a bit scary, but I got a thrill from it. Whenever he got that crafty look, we knew fun was in store.

"What d'we do?" Tank wondered aloud in his basso rumble.

TJ snickered, "Just go out and get the hottest bitches you can scrape up," he instructed, "I don't care how you do it, just get them here. W'ell take care of the rest."

"What's the plan?" I querried.

He shrugged, "No booze, or drugs, we had enough this weekend. Just sex."

"So we need to find slutty girls?" I amended.

He shook his head, "They don't even have to be willing," he laughed, "If they need convincing, so be it."

The word was put out, but only amongst the boys. Even then, it only went out to the ones I trusted. By the time it got back to me, they where, "Don't bring a date, entertainment will be provided."

The hottest girl I knew was Sarah Martin. Ever boy, and a few girls in school wanted her, but that was a problem. She was a virgin, and no doubt destined to stay that way.

A only child, her parents where protective almost to the point of abuse. They kept her in the house, except for school functions, and when they could take her out under their own supervision. If they could've afforded it, or had the time, she'd have gone to Perochial school, or been home schooled, and noone whould've ever seen her exept nuns, and other prudes.

That would've been a crime against nature, even the bible says not to keep your light under a basket, but let it shine. She was a light, a brilliant beauty that would be a shame to hide. Her honey blonde hair hung down to her waist, and blew in the breeze like a sheaf of spun gold. Even her drab, bagy clothes couldn't hide her amaizing figure, lean where it should be, but full in all the right pIaces. She was a walking hard on, wasted by her parents religious, and moral tyrany. I suspected she wasn't such a good girl at heart, that she would loosen up if ever given the chance.

She was also a challenge, under the watchfull eyes of her parents, and their spies, she was a prisoner of their enforced ethics. They had teachers in their corner, administrators, and faculty all allied to preserve her innocence. I took it on myself to break this cone of silence.

Fortunately, she was having trouble in biology. I suspeced that her sheltered upbringing made some of the concepts new, and alien because everyone knew the body was dirty. Other then that, she was an honor roll student in advanced classes. Being a shut in gives one lots of time for study I guess. I wouldn't know, I was just in advanced sciences because they fascinated me.

Anyway, she agreed to meet me friday after school if her parents cleared it. It was a long time in comming, but finally, on thursday, I was given the go from her. She told me she had to lie, and say I was a girl to get them to agree. I knew she wasn't all that goody goody.

That day, Tommy stopped by my locker to check up on me. "Got a date yet?" he grinned down at me in derision.

I returned his grin with more confidence than I'd ever had, I even laughed in his face. "You bet I do!"

"Oh Yeah?" he laughed back, "Who then."

"You'll see," I evaded, I wanted this to be a surprise. All that remained was to get her to the party. He snorted doubtfully, and headed for the boys room to grab a smoke before class.

Friday, I got up, slipped into the clothes I'd set out the day before, and grabbed my already packed bookbag. I couldn't wait to get the day started, and filled up on breakfast. I'd need my strength.

I skipped the bus, and walked, I wanted time to plan, without the distraction of my 'peers' on the way. The trick would be to get her out of the school. As a shut in, I could lead her anywhere, and she wouldn't know the difference. A thousand excuses went through my head as I headed that way. Finally, I had a few plans that might work. THe nice thing about that is it builds flexibility. YOu don't want to put too mamny eggs in one basket.

Class was fucking maddening, all except for biology. I just sat, and watched her, sitting across from me in the U of tables. For her part, she stared at me too. Her lovely head rested on her bent back hand most of the time, and her face looked curious. I knew then that I could talk her into anything. She wanted out of her prison.

Finally, I had to get up, and use the bathroom. My balls where so blue from watching her, I had to relieve myself. Besides, it'd help take off the pressure so I wouldn't be so deperate later.

After that, I returned, and stared at her some more for the rest of the class. Finally the bell rang, and I got up to talk to her.

"Hey," she said my name. I'll leave it out to protect myself, besides, it's not really that great a name.

"My friends call me Wiz," I corrected her.

She giggled, "You mean like pee?" her delicate little hand went over her mouth as she spoke the micturial word.

"It's short for wizard," I informed her, "Because I'm so smart."

"Oh, sorry," she let her hand drop.

For once, I didn't mind. She could slap my ass and call me piss if it made her happy. "I got lunck now," I told her, "Want to join me?"

She shook her head, "Algeba," she updated me on her schedule.

"That sounds uncomfortable," I joked, "Want me to walk you to class?"

She shrugged, "It's not that bad, just numbers."

I didn't explain my joke, it was probably to base for her to enjoy, and if you have to spell it out, it's obviously not funny.

I did walk her to class, and we made a stop by her locker on the way. I memorized the position, number, and every concievable path to it. I don't like small talk, so I won't repeat it. Lets just say we didn't talk about Biology. I'd have plenty of time to teach her about that tonight.

It was over way too soon, though the bell announced she was late before she actually ventured in. She blushed when she heard it, and realized her tardiness, my cock got hard again at the sight of it. Fortunately, I'd prepaired for this eventuality by wearing loose Dockers(c) pants, and tight lycra shorts as underwear. It didn't show.

I wound up tossing off during every period after that, both of them anyway. It's alright, when I was that young, and feeling particull arly randy, I'd often flog the dolfin five or six times a day.

Finnally, the last bell rang, and I met her at the library. After so many mastrubations, including one right before going to see her, I managed to keep all sexual tention out of it. I like to think I was even romantic.

Bio is boring, again I won't repeat it. If talk of nucleotides, and mitochondrial growth turns you on, you're sicker than I thought possible. Long story short, I got to spend hours with her, sitting close enough to feel the heat of her body, smell her hair, and listen to that lovely ducet voice. I can't say I was falling in love with her, but I sure as hell wanted too.

I also kept watch on the time. The party was supposed to start at 5:00, and when the hour came, I invited her to the store for some soda. She declined, so I went on with the lesson. Later, almost 45 minutes, I tried to talk her into going out for some food, an dshe said she didn't want to spoil her dinner. When I asked why, she said it'd "Make her parents suspicious." Finally, she closed her books, and said, "I have to be home in a half hour, you wanna walk me?"

I couldn't believe it was that easy, "sure, "I said, then tried to think of ways to steer her to the party. I know a short cut," I offored, "Through my apartment complex. I need to get something there anyway."

I don't know, "she conciders, " My parents told me specificly not to go to any boy's houses tonight.

I laughed, "Did she say anything about apartments?" she smiled, and shook her head, "Then we're golden." I put my arm gently around her, and she didn't try to get away. I thought it'd be to forward at this point to try and go farther. I think it even comforted her a little.

She shrank a little at the music when we got near. I recognised the song, girls of porn by Mr Bungle, but said,"My brother, he always keeps me up with that shit."

Oops, she pushed my arm off with that expletive. I just let it go, then thought of a way to get her in. "Don't wander off," I said at the door, "There's a lot of creeps around here. Fortunately, she was to naive' to catvh the freudian slip. Most people missed my dopuble meanings, anyway.

"Uh," she looked around paranoid, "Do you think I could come inside?"

Bingo, "I'll have to ask, hang on."

I opened, and closed the door real quick. For once, I blessed the bad design that made it neccisary to make a hard right on the other side, it cut off vizibility. Sure enough, it had a batchelour party atmosphere. Aside from the particullarly appropriate song, "The Girls of Porn" wher gyrating obscenely on the muted TV. Tommy came out, buckling his pants ant chucked his head at me. "Gee Wiz!" I hated that, and he knew it, "Where's your date?"

He obviously thought I'd lied, like I had before about having a hot ticket. I reveled in the opportunity to prove him wrong. "Right outside," I said proudly, "I thought you'd like to greet her."

Skepticly, he finished doing his pants, and stepped up to the tiny foyer. His jaw dropped as he opened the door, and saw how wrong he was.

Sarah dropped her head to the side, "You're 'wiz's ' brother?" was all she could say.

"Of course not," I waved for the guys to shut of the porn, and music. It got real quiet, "I wanted him to bring you to the party because you deserved to be let out of your cage."

Gotta hand it to him, he thought fast on his feet, and could charm the habit off a nun.

Sorry guys, I'll finish it later. Al right, I'm doing it for dramatic purposes this time, I need to think of some really nasty stuff. Sarah stepped into the room catiously, she tried to smile, but it didn't go to well. I could tell she was scared, nervous, but also a little exited. She'd never done anything like this before, so I guess she had no idea what to expect.

God Damn she was beautifull, even in her paranoid state. Her full lower lip quivered in fright, but that only made her more attractive. Her lovely blue eyes where huge, and her unmade up cheeks flushed with self concious embarrasment. I couldn't blame her, really, every guy in the room was staring at her, those who wheren't looking at me in astonishment.

I got the prize, having somehow tricked her into comming when I knew what laid in store for her. This was a sex party, intended to one end. She was the only girl in sight, but even if there where others, it wouldn't have mattered. Everyone else paled beside her young innocent grace, and beauty.

Fortunately, most of the guys where gone, no doubt picking up secconds off of whoever TJ brought. The bedroom door was closed, so at least she didn't have to see what was in store for her. I'd brought her out of her shell, and we'd all make sure this would be a night to remember.

"Where's Tony?" everyone called him Tank because 'Tiny' was already taken when he got on the football squad. The massive man of a boy was nowhere to be seen, and I hadn't spied him in the next room when the door was opened. Nobody could miss his immense presence, and he left a vacuum behind.

TJ shrugged, his Hilfigur sweatshirt embossed with his given name in case anybody didn't know who he was. "He showed stag, so I sent him back out to get a date."

"Right this way," I waved elloquently to the less decrepid couch, and the crowd of bows did the red sea thing. They'd called me wizzard for years, but now I was their prophet. I had first crack at parting her sacredly shut thighs for bringing her out of her shell.

She looked doubtfully down at the upholstry, stained with beer, and much worse befoer seating herself. To make it easier for her, I took off my coat, and layed it across the filthy puddles. So fragile a flower deserved chivalry, I'd resurected it for the occasion."

"Who's place is this?" she realized I'd lied about it being mine.

"All of ours," Tommy spoke behind me before I could formulate a response, "A safe haven away from parents, and other nasty creatures." I'd dubbed it that the first night I was here, I normally didn't mind TJ using my lines, but now, I resented it.

"We all pay rent," I agreed, "But Tommy, Tony, and myself all co-signed the lease. I appologise for it's squalor, but it's the best we could afford."

She blinked at me, and my eloquence, then simply nodded. "Why did you bring me here?" she looked at me wide eyed in amasement.

"We know how your parents lock you up," I looked back into her deep blue soul windows, then blinked myself back before I drowned. "I wanted to rescue you."

"Oh," she said quietly, then looked around again.

Unfortunately, tank chose that time to make his entrance, bursting through the door carrying a small girl. She looked like a child in his massive arms, though I knew it was just an allusion of perspective. It would've been romantic, him carrying her over the threshold like a newlywed bride if she hadn't been completely unconcious.

"Tha Fuck?" Tommy charged him, in a rage only his closest freinds had seen before. "You didn't just kidnap some poor girl off the street did you?"

The giant's brow furrowed, unused to thought as it was. His size partially made up for his lack of wit, and timing. "No," he lied, badly.

Sarah shrank back into my coat, terrified. This was a nightmare for me, I couldn't immagine what it was like for her sheltered psyche.

"It's alright," I turned her head to me by the cheek, "Tommy will take care of it." Then, to distract her, I kept moving in to touch her lips with mine. They where soft, more yeilding than any surface, or material I have had the pleasure of touching. The bottom one quivered again, then stopped. Her wide eyes closed before mine, and she pressed back.

We where alone then, in a room full of horny guys. They where all distracted by Tank, and his date, hubbub receded leaving only us. I didn't even go for the tongue right away, just turne my head, and pressed further untill I could go no more. In fact, her mouth opened first, going slack with the unnaccoostomed sensation of being kissed by a boy. I parted my own, and ran the tip of my tongue over her soft pink facial labia.

She responded further, tapping my tongue with hers. It wasn't invasive on either end, we just let our slavering members play gently between us. She sighed into my mouth, and her breath tasted of citris.

Unbidden, my hands crept up her sides to her chest. Her ample busom gave slightly in my grasp, and she finally broke free with a gasp. "No!" she looked hard at me, then glanced aside at the rest of the party, the magic broken by my lewd actions.

Even she must admit that was nothing, the other girl was rapidly comming undressed thanks to countless helping hands. They felt her up obscenly, obcuring any nudity in their lusty grasp. She gasped, shocked, and once again put a perfect hand to her heavenly mouth. "Jesus," she swore, "Save me!"

I grabbed her, and pushed her hand against her mouth before she could scream. It wasn't entirely successfull, and she managed to get out, "RAPE!"

Fortunately, the party was too loud for it to get out with much coheisiveness. The other victim cam etoo then, though, and started strugling wildly. Despite this, someone managed to get the bedroom door open. Through it, we could see the mass of writhing naked bodies, but not the third girl I knew to be somewhere inside there.

The music started up again, and someone turned up the sound on the porn. It was an orgy of the senses, as well as in reality. All us pubescent teenagers overcome by adolesent lust, and the mass hysteria of gang rape.

Sarah succumed too, her too wide lids dropping over eyes as they rolled back. She fell limp to the couch in a classic swoon. I'd never seen one before. Undaunted, I began to tug her shirt from her skirt, and hands came in to "help me."

"Fuck off," I snapped like a territorial chijuahua, and they backed up shocked at my uncharacteristic beaviour. "I get her first." The mood in the room had overtaken me, I hadn't brought her here intending to rape, at least not conciously. I figured TJ would use his charm, and help me seduce her. Now, I didn't care. Ironicly, my own repressed libido was her undoing as well. I wasn't naive, but I could certainly count my sucsessfull sexual conquests a lot easier than my failures.

Her tits where even more beautifull in the plain white cotton wrapper of her bra. Like two soft snowballs, they where briliant from never having seen the light of day. I unfastened it, and they broke free. It was a religeous experience, a s acreligious rapture of carnal deside. I felt light headed at their perfection, and set about defiling it.

She came to as I sucked one of the large soft tips into my mouth. THey barely contrasted with her pale flesh, just a hint of pink, but stood out proudly without any erectile repose neccissary. "No," she moaned, "please, stop." but didn't scream. That was more than I could say for the unfortunate girls in the back bedroom. Fortunately, they where gaged pretty much constatly with teenaged priapae.

I let her tender flesh fall, and it snapped back automaticly. "Please cooperate," I warned her, "I don't want to rape you." She looked over at the carnal horror in the other room, then shut her eyes against it. Her lips quivered again, but this time with some holy incantation. She was praying quietly to herself, muttering the scriptures for protection.

I couldn't wait, so I pulled up the front of her skirt, and reached underneath. She screwed her eyes shut, and shivered in fear as my hand slid up her smoothe thigh to the warmth at the top. Almost silent, I could only feel her murmured payer by the buzz in her chest. She gasped when I felt her panties brush my fingertips, then braced herself while I slowly pulled them down. I had to roll her skirt up then, because I was loathe to cover her beautifull breasts again. Then, I spit on my hand, and rubbed it in so at least I didn't have to fuck her dry.

She shrank away at my unwarented intimate touch, and her face twisted with disqust. Tears popped out in the corners of her tightly clenched lids, and she squeeked when I pressed myself against her even softer inner lips.

I realised then, that she was no longer beautifull. Her eyes where puffy, and wrincled with the effort to shut out the horror. Her lovely lips turned so far down as to actually stretch away her permanent dimples. I ran my hands across her chest again, feeling her heavenly busom in a vain attempt to reserect my flagging libido. Then I realised, I was responsible. I'd taken the most beautifull creature I'd ever seen on earth, and stolen her beauty. Nothing cold stop the reaction, it felled me like a hewn timber, and I shamefully tucked my wilted phallus back into my pants. She squeeked again, then opened her eyes in astonishment. The colour returned to her face, and with it came some of the prettyiness. "I knew you wouldn't do it," she whispered, "I knew you would protect me."

Her eyes turned to the ceiling then, and I realized who she was talking to. I'd almost defiled her sanctity, and that was unforgivable. I knew I'd never have a chance again. At least I had the satisfaction of knowing her beauty would live on, I thought, untill the rest of te guys piled onto her like a fubled ball.

She screamed then a terrible noise that shattered my heart. Knowing I stood no chance against the wild pack of devils, I fled like the pussy I was. It was far too late for redemption. As I reached the door, the scream was choked off to a ragged choking sound. I knew she'd never be beautifull again.

I love a happy ending.