Mariah let out a loud cry of pain as one of the thugs backhanded her across the face hard, knocking her glasses off her face and putting a stop to her frenetic struggles for the moment. She was not nearly as wild as Lily, whom she had to admire for the resistance she was putting up and not as fit and trained as Mrs. Owens or Sarah, so she was only held by one man while another stood before her, looking the trembling, terrified girl up and down, his grin speaking of so much viciousness and pure sadistic lust it made her stomach turn.
“ Seems I'm in luck here...she looks like the youngest one of the whole bunch”, the man said, grabbing her chin and forcing her face up so he could take a good, long look at her cute, heart-shaped features, framed by her long brown hair. Yes, she was the youngest in class, only 16 whereas most others were 17 or 18, but she had always been proud of not looking like it. She was petite, albeit not as much as Carol, who was a few inches shorter than her, with a shock of bright blonde hair, but she was very proud of her curves, especially her cute round ass, even though she knew how superficial that was. But nevertheless, every girl at this age competed and when the competition was against girls like Kathryn or Sarah or even Anne, her very best friend, she had to count herself lucky for what she got.
Though at this moment, she would rather look plain and unassuming and maybe escape the clutches and attentions of these animals. “ You sure know how to pick 'em, Jack!” the man holding her close to him, his hands gripping her wrists and keeping them behind her back, said. With him standing this close behind her, she could feel his erection through her skirt and his pants, no matter how much she tried to shift away from him. The men were all aroused and it was painfully obvious what they had planned for the girls. From where she stood, she could see Lily's frantic struggle, which ended with her on the floor, her tits about to be used to get one of these monsters off...or Mrs. Owens, kneeling before a man who pushed his hard cock against her lips...or even Kathryn on all fours, being facefucked and about to getting her pussy filled with hard cock as well. A part of Mariah almost felt a surge of savage, primitive joy at the last image. Not that it distracted her much from her own, dismal situation.
She had seen and heard that pleading would not get her anywhere. The girls had cried and begged to be left alone but the results were always the same – more groping, maybe even punches or slaps and in the end, as it was just happening to poor Carol and Alicia, vicious rape. Mariah felt the fear rise within her, higher and higher, drowning out any reason. Damnit, she needed to think! Unfortunately, the men were not going to let her. “ Let's get her over there!” the man before her said, pointing at one of the few tables in the large room that was so far unused as a place of rape. Quickly, the man behind her dragged her on, his strength allowing him to completely ignore her struggles.
“ Oh, before I forget...”, the man called Jack said, stepping around her and picking up something. A quick look behind her confirmed he was grabbing her glasses. Stepping around her again, he grinned, holding her glasses with one hand while pulling out his cock with the other. “ I am sure you want these back...and let no one say we're bad hosts”, he said...and then proceeded to rub the head of his cock over her glasses, smearing precum all over them! Mariah felt a wave of disgust and looked away but only a moment later, Jack grabbed a fistful of her hair and yanked her head back so he could force her smeared glasses back on. “ There you go, much better!” he said, laughing.
Mariah felt she was beginning to hyperventilate, something made even worse when suddenly, the man behind her let go of her hands and brutally shoved her forwards, forcing her to brace herself against the table with her hands or slam right into it. And the moment she did, he forced her body further down. “ Now stay like this!” he hissed, pushing a hand onto her back to keep her where she was. Jack, meanwhile, was stepping around her...and, in one brutal tug, pulled down both her skirt and panties, exposing her ass to his greedy eyes. Immediately, as if unable to resist, he let his left hand smack her right asscheek, forcing a cry of surprise and pain from her. “ Damn, look at that ass! Any idea how tight it is?”
Mariah gasped. He couldn't....he certainly wouldn't...but then again, he had no reason not to. At the moment, she was at their mercy...and there was no desire they would not fulfill using their young bodies. “ No...”, she whispered, more to herself than to the men, who would not care what she said. “ Are you going to fuck it?” the man holding her asked, but, much to her surprise, Jack shook his head. “ I'm not ready yet...you know I need them to squeal and cry a bit more to get really hard!” And then, to Mariah's great horror, he grabbed a flashlight from his belt, used his other hand to spread her asscheeks and began pushing the flashlight's handle against her anal hole! “ I hope you're a squealer!” Jack laughed as he began to push harder...
In her rising panic, Mariah's mind raced back to their trip, hoping to find something, anything, that would help them get out of here...
Mariah had heard the short exchange between Kathryn, Alex and Lily and shook her head, glancing sideways at Anne, who appeared completely lost in her book....some insipid horror/romance novel. She smirked. Why did Anne have to read stuff like that? The plot was paper-thin, the characters flat, the ending idiotic....really, Anne could do much more with her brain than busy herself with this. After all, her best friend was bright...as it showed each time she actually said something and didn't just blush. Sometimes it seemed to Mariah, as if she was the only one Anne could talk to without stammering.
“ She's at it again”, Mariah said, leaning over to Anne. “ Hm? Who is?” the beautiful redhead whispered back. “ Our resident whore.” Mariah lowered her voice a bit more, knowing that Mrs. Tsukawa didn't like them using words like these. Anne snickered. “ Well...uhm...sex...”, Anne blushed at the mention of the word, making a grin appear on Mariah's face. The girl was hopeless. “ it's the only thing she knows...god knows she's never got anything interesting to say. It's always I fucked him this way and the other guy that way...and last week she boasted about getting it from three guys at once”
“ So true”, Mia, the asian girl sitting a row in front of them suddenly said, turning her head, “ she has done the weirdest stuff! I once overheard her talk about getting it...in your backdoor...you know...” Immediately, Anne's face turned crimson, matching her hair. “ That's disgusting”, Mariah said, “ besides, painful, I guess...”
At that time, she had had no idea how much...
“Mariah! Mariaaah!” Anne shrieked reaching to her friend, as two strong men effortlessly lifted her and half-carried and half-dragged out of the factory room, going towards door leading to a relatively small room. Not that her friend could help her now – Anne managed to see as a strong man stood in front of Mariah and immediately silenced with a powerful backhanded blow, knocking off the girls glasses. “Stop! Leave her alone you… you!” she didn’t finish, partly because a mind-numbing fear and partly because even in this mad almost absurd situation she couldn’t force her to curse.
“Don’t you worry about your girlfriend sweetie” one of the men said, grabbing Anne’s neck while another one opened the door to the room. “She’ll be entertained very soon. As you will!”
“Yeah!” Said the man who has just opened the door. “We want to get a piece of you before the rest uses you so hard that all that remains are sloppy seconds” he smirked, the cruel words removing the last delusions Anne has harbored that she may leave this place with her body – and dignity – intact.
As with all of the factory and hasn’t been kept in an operational condition for quite long, though one could still notice that it may have served as some kind of office for the plant’s supervisor. There was some old table, a broken chair and, which was rather added after the factory was left, a dirty stained mattress.
The man holding the girl wanted to shove her on that very mattress, when the door opened again and another criminal came in.
“Heya folks” he said, strong foreign accent clearly to be heard in his voice “Noticed you found some cutie. Mind if I join?” He asked, coming closer.
While the two men that grabbed her clearly wanted her for their own, it took them just one glance on the serpent-like tattoos on the tall thin man’s arms to decide. “Of course, feel free to grab a piece” one of them said, holding Anne still.
The girl maybe even wanted to struggle and fight but simply couldn’t muster the will to do it. Even in the best conditions she was hardly the most assertive person, always trying to avoid any kind of confrontation. Here, trapped by this beast, she could only tremble as the tattooed man circled her, watching her body with a lusty smile. Anne immediately felt her face go hot with shame and she knew that it immediately started blushing red, almost matching the colour of her hair.
Shy to a fault, Anne was blushing even when anyone as much as looked at her in some way she found odd – and that expression covered a lot. When boys and men were ogling her breasts or ass, even when her girlfriend made some comments about her body while they were in the changing room after PE, she always felt so ashamed that she couldn’t even respond, usually just trying her best not to remain noticed. And now, this evil man was there, circling around her, admiring how she looked. She could feel his gaze travel all over her body. Anne was medium height, only slightly taller than Mariah. She kept her hair at the similar length than that of her best friend, but while Mariah’s hair were dark, Anne’s were fiery red – a reminder of distant Irish descent of her family. With her lithe slender body in her grandparent’s homeland she would have been compared to a fairy.
“Please don’t… don’t hurt us… please don’t…” she whispered, despite the severity of the situation unable to stop thinking about Mariah… especially as she heard a piercing wail of pain from the main room. At least that wasn’t her friend’s voice…
“Hurt?” one of the men chuckled “Why would we hurt you?”
“Yeah, we’re just gonna give you a good time” the tattoed man said, approaching and Anne almost fainted as he reached out and started touching her breasts with his hands tattoed in the images of snakes. “A lot of great time…”
“Again and again” the man holding her added, slapping her ass hard, making the girl cry shortly as much from shock as from the blow.
“Show us these goodies” the tattooed man said as her grabbed the bottom of her uniform and pulled it up, exposing the girl’s tits, covered only by a modest white bra. “Now that’s what we are talking about!”
“No, please don’t!” Anne cried, tears clearly visible in her eyes, her voice breaking from fear and desperation. Her breasts weren’t big, but on her slender body they certainly looked as if they weren’t bigger than average. If she was paying more attention to her body, she would have realized that they were perfectly shaped, in a way that enticed men. Now, however the 17-year old schoolgirl could only tremble as she felt the revolting touch of the criminal, as she was moving his hands, touching the white bra which was the only defense against the men stares and hands. “Oh God… Oh God, please help me…” Anne whispered in a barely audible voice as she felt a hand slid under her modest skirt, touching the smooth skin of her leg, rubbing against the knee and touching her thighs on its way up…
“He’s not gonna to help you here” the man holding her whispered to her ear and smiled as the terrified girl bucked her body madly as she suddenly felt the hand began rubbing and touching her panties.
“Oh yes, you’re gonna so get fucked raw!” the man touching her breasts said as he grabbed the front of her bra and basically ripped her off her chest, completely exposing her tits. Of course he wasted no time and immediately began mauling and kneading them, often squeezing them hard enough for Anne to cry in pain… which made him arouse even more.
“Please don’t…” Anne begged, terrified. It was easy to guess what was the intention of them men but despite common sense, she still clanged to hope. Hearing the man say the dreaded F-word made it all too real. “Don’t do… do THIS to me… I’ve… I’ve never… I’ve never… with a man…” she pleaded in a breaking voice, somehow hoping that that will make the attackers pity her.
“Damn, heard it folks? We got ourselves a virgin!” the man holding her laughed while the tattoed man grinned evilly.
“I’m going to pop a cherry tonight!” he laughed, grabbing Anne’s skirt and basically tearing it to shreds in his frenzy. The girl, now deathly terrified, breathing quickly from panic, could barely believe that just an hour ago she was so happy…”
Lost in the ethical dilemmas of the brooding protagonist, who knew that he wasn’t meant to be with the heroine but couldn’t let her go, Anne didn’t hear the spicy exchange between Kathryn, Alex and Lily. That of course was for the better, as she would only blush ashamed and disgusted that they can speak about such things – almost in public no less!
Anne knew that Mariah made fun of the paranormal romance novels she made but the smart girl was the only person from whom Anne could hear such things without burning with embarrassment. She liked the books though as they told about true love – and didn’t have sex. Anne always thought that nowadays the proportions of these two in modern works were exactly the opposite of what she preferred. Being raised in a strict family and being generally shy even despite this, she didn’t feel comfortable even reading about two people making love. She dreamt that one day she would meet a true love who would love her for who she really was, not for her body.
She knew she wasn’t as smart or as popular as Mariah, though as usual for her, she gave herself to little credit. Either way, she was surprised – and grateful, oh so grateful – that Mariah was her friend, her best and only true friend.
“ She's at it again”, Mariah said, leaning over to Anne.
“ Hm? Who is?” Anne turned to her friend.
“ Our resident whore.” Mariah whispered, nodding towards the seat occupied by Kathryn and Alex.
Anne detested Kathryn as the girl was making frequent lewd jokes about her virginity, or being frigid and couldn’t keep herself from laughing slightly when Mariah was parodying Kathryn’s speech… though she went silent immediately with embarrassment when Mariah started saying how she heard Kathryn brag about… as hard as it was to believe that such thing was possible… three men at the same time!
Quickly the asian girl Mia, joined the conversation, speaking some awful things about that… that… backdoor thing. Blushing again, Anne lifted her book, burying her nose in it, which made Mariah only laugh and smile warmly to her friend.
“Well… sex isn’t so bad… but to be such a slut… naaah!” she heard Michelle, the gorgeous French exchange student, sitting next to Mia tell Mariah, with her sexy accent that turned men on so much.
Anne on her part couldn’t understand the idea of pre-marital sex. She dreamt that one day she would meet a true love who would love her for who she really was, not for her body. And only then, she would give her virginity to such person…
The irony of the situation hit her hard, when she was standing between the three men, now only in her panties, as the man slid her hand under her pants, probing her, preparing himself to take her virginity in the most cruel way…