April pulled frantically at her captors’ hands, but they were much stronger than she, and they held her down easily. Eagerly, the youth pulled her skirt and panties down, leaving the sixth former stripped before him. He hauled his baggy jeans open, his erect prick protruding, to April’s horror.
“No!” the girl wept. “Please don’t! I’m a virgin!”
“Not for long!” the boy laughed.
April stared at his cock in a dreadful fascination; she could hardly believe that this revolting thing was about to be forced inside her reluctant body! She clenched her slim legs together, protectively, terribly conscious of her nudity and helplessness, how her pubic bush, like all the private areas of her virginal body, was on view to them.
“Spread your legs,” he said. April shook her head, her eyes wide.
The youth reached into his back pocket and took something out. It gleamed in the light, and April recognised it as a knife. He held the blade down to her intimacies. “Spread,” he growled, “or I start shaving.”
Miserable, but terrified at the sensation of cold steel against her loins, April opened her legs for her rapist. She had no doubt that he meant his threat, that he would use the knife on her. He grinned, and there were whoops of triumph from his mates at her submission to the inevitable.
The youth was about to fall on April, but paused. He put the knife down, and took out his mobile, opening it to turn on the camera. “Smile, baby,” he grinned, and took a photo of April, nude and pinned down, spread-eagled for him.
“Nice!” commended one of the others. Inspired, the boys were pulling out phones as the youth lay down on April. He turned her head to face him and pressed his mouth to hers as she squirmed beneath him. She wriggled desperately as she felt his erect cock press into her upper thigh, and his tongue forced its way into her mouth. She tried to twist her head away, disgusted by the alcohol on his breath, but he followed her movements, his mouth exploring her face. Her hips were flinching back as she struggled to delay the moment of penetration. He thrust to her, but she slipped away from him.
Annoyed by her resistance, the young rapist lifted himself slightly and slipped one hand below him, between April’s legs. His thumb pressed down hard on her clit, making the girl cry out in alarm. She had only ever explored down there gently, tentatively: now, his cruel fingers probed her ruthlessly, his two fingers delving roughly into her vagina.
He spread her sex lips and positioned himself to enter her. “Please, don’t,” April begged softly. “Please, please, don’t.” She couldn’t think of anything else to say. She looked pleadingly into his eyes, seeking any sign of compassion or mercy. He only grinned evilly, then forced his way inside her.
April winced as she felt him push into her. He settled, and pressed up against her hymen, that last frail defence of her body. Then with one brutal thrust, he tore through it, and was deep inside her.
April’s face was twisted in pain; he kissed her sweet, contorted lips, tasting the salt of her tears. She turned her head to the side; she could see Amy in similar straights, stripped and pinned down, while one of the gang kissed, licked and suckled on her breasts. He was between her splayed legs, Amy’s knees raised. As April watched through her tears, she saw him lift himself up to rape her friend.
“Look at me,” the young man on top of her snarled. He took her chin and forced her head round to look at him, his face inches from hers as he pounded her body, thrusting in and out of her sore, ravaged pussy. His hands were tight on her. He banged against her, again and again, bruising her hips. Then she felt him swell even more inside her, and knew instinctively what was about to happen.
He gasped and moaned as he spent his seed inside her, flooding her, filling her to the womb. April closed her eyes in misery, but opened them again; through her tears she saw the boy with his head arched back, his eyes rolling back into his head, his mouth hanging open in his ecstasy. He sagged forward, lying on top of her.
The lad holding her arms slapped him on the shoulder. “Dude, move over,” he said. “Someone else’s turn.”
“Hold on,” the rapist gasped, as he got to his knees. He wrapped his arms about April’s thighs and lifted them, raising her hips from the ground. “Let’s give my boys a chance to do their thing,” he chuckled. “I’m gonna give you a baby, bitch!” April moaned as he shook her, and she heard the click of a camera again. Couldn’t they just rape her and be done with it?, she thought wildly. Did they have to subject her to this extra humiliation?
There was blood between April’s legs, from her torn hymen. It mixed with the sex juices of their bodies, a last trickle of cum running through it. The boy rubbed some of it off onto his fingers and smeared it about April’s lips, thrusting them into her mouth, making her taste her own virgin blood. She lay back, weeping. The boys released her, but she didn’t even try to get up; all the fight was gone from her. She lay, spread out, naked, as the boys grinned down at her. “That is one fucked bitch,” said one, approvingly.
*
April and Amy lay side by side. They weren’t looking at each other. April was on her back, rubbing her thighs together slowly in a bid to ease the soreness. Amy was on her side, hugging herself, her legs drawn up almost to a foetal position.
The five youths were moving about their captives. The two who had already raped the girls were grinning and swaggering about. The driver, the eldest of the gang, was showing the photos he had taken of the girls’ abuse. The others were eagerly jostling for their turn.
“Was yours a virgin?” asked the boy who had taken April of his friend.
“Nah,” grinned Amy’s rapist, “she’s spread her legs plenty of times, I reckon.” Amy curled up harder at this, pressing her hands over her ears.
“I’m gonna fuck her now,” announced the youngest boy, a lad barely more than thirteen, reaching for Amy. The driver thrust him out of the way. “Wait your turn, sonny,” he snarled. The kid looked mutinous, but deferred.
The driver crouched down by Amy and took her roughly by the ankles. He turned the girl to her back and hauled her to him, her knees on either side of his legs. “Let’s see if she’s a virgin the other way,” he muttered, as Amy stared up at him through eyes glazed with tears. He reached into a bag and drew out a bottle of vegetable oil. One handed, he splashed a generous helping onto his fingers, still holding Amy’s left ankle. Then he reached between the teenager’s splayed thighs and rubbed it about her anus.
“No!” Amy shrieked, belatedly realising what he had planned for her. She reared up, striking at him, kicking as he seized her legs. “Hold her down!” the driver snarled at the youngest boy. The lad grabbed Amy’s wrists, a little clumsily, and pulled her down again to her back. She continued to resist, writhing and wriggling, unaware that her futile efforts were only exciting her abusers further.
The driver shifted forward, so that Amy’s plump arse nestled in his lap. He wrapped one arm about the girl’s thighs and used his free hand to position her feet over his shoulders. He looked down at the girl from between her knees, grinning at her tears. “You’d better not fight too much, or this will hurt more,” he warned her. “Just relax and enjoy yourself.”