“It looks great on you!” Candice exclaimed. “Now, lose the jeans and put on this skirt.”
She handed Leah a tight miniskirt and added, “No panties.”
“What?” Leah balked.
“Do you really expect that a rapist is going to want to mess with pulling off your jeans and tearing off your panties?” Melanie asked. “I made that mistake my first raping. They just stuffed my torn panties in my mouth, and it took forever to get my jeans down. When you struggle, you don’t want him to have to waste time with pants. It’s inconsiderate. Unless you’re into getting slapped around a lot more, in which case I guess Jeans are okay.”
“You’re really not very good at this,” Candice said.
Leah sniffled, feeling stupid. She pulled off her jeans and panties, then took the skirt and slid it up her legs. The short thing barely covered her wet cunt. As she tugged at the hem she felt embarrassed at being wet, thinking of getting raped.
“If you wear that to tonight’s New Year’s Eve party, I’d be really surprised if you didn’t get your first raping. Maybe even a couple,” Melanie said.
“I can’t wear this to the party!” Leah argued. “I’m going to get— Oh, right.”
The two girls rolled their eyes, smirking.
“You should tie your hair back in a ponytail,” Candice suggested.
Melanie nodded agreement, adding, “It’s a good handhold. If there are more than one of them, they can pull on it to make you suck cock better, or just tug on it for fun.”
“Are you sure about this?” Leah asked.
“Absolutely!” Candice said. “You might not have fun at first, but just learn how to cum from it and you’ll never want to have consensual sex again.”
“You got off from it?” Leah asked, disbelieving.
“Totally,” Melanie said. “Not the first time, but by the second I was really horny. Hell, I’ve been wet ever since. There’s something your body does, when it’s constantly in fear of being taken against your will. It keeps you wet for it. I guess it’s kind of like a defense mechanism, or something. Whatever.”
“You sound like you’re in the mood for a hot raping,” Candice said, chuckling.
“Maybe I am,” Melanie admitted.
“You could go cocktease my brother,” Candice suggested. “I’m sure he’d love to hold you down again.”
“Oh my God! Really? Can I borrow that other shirt you got?” Melanie asked.
Candice went back in her closet and pulled out another shirt, handing it to Melanie. As Leah watched, her friend stripped off her top. She wasn’t wearing a bra. Melanie pulled the new shirt over her head. In red letters across the front it read, “Always Open,” with a little arrow pointing at her cunt.
“Let’s go watch,” Candice said to Leah. “She’s getting really good at this.”
Leah, fidgeting, followed the two girls from the room. They descended the steps and crept to the living room. Candice and Leah watched from the doorway, while Melanie rounded the couch to stand in front of Candice’s brother.
“What?” he asked, pulling his eyes from the TV.
“You’re not going to apologize for what you did to me?” Melanie asked.
“No. You were asking for it,” he responded. “It looks like you’re asking for it again.”
Melanie shook her head and said, “I am not! I dress how I want. That doesn’t give you the right to do whatever you want. I want you to say you’re sorry.”
“What if I don’t?”
“Then I’ll… I’ll tell your parents what you did to me!” Melanie shouted.
He stood up, his imposing bulk towering over the girl. As Candice and Leah watched, he reached out and grabbed Melanie’s braid in his hand. She yelped but he pulled her toward him and put his big arm around her waist.
“No!” Melanie screamed. “Let me go!”
He didn’t listen. Instead, he chuckled and forced her onto her knees on the couch. Melanie whimpered and struggled, which prompted him to put his weight on her, crushing her body against the back of the couch. With the girl pinned, he quickly tugged off his shirt, grabbed both of her wrists, and used it to tie them together.
“Don’t!” Melanie protested. “Please don’t! I’m sorry! Just let me go. Don’t do it again!”
“It’s so hot,” Candice whispered. “She’s really good, right?”
Leah felt horrified, but she nodded.
Candice’s brother tugged roughly on Melanie’s braid, making her squeak, then he pushed her head down into the back of the couch cushion and undid his pants with his free hand. Leah couldn’t hear his zipper over the sounds of Melanie’s muffled protests, but she did hear when those protests turned into a screech. Melanie’s struggles became more vigorous, and Leah knew that he was fucking her friend.
“You cockteasing slut,” he growled. “This is your own fault. Coming around here, flaunting your wet cunt and those fucking tits.”
He began to violently hammer Melanie’s fuckhole, holding her head down, his other hand gripping her bound arms tightly. Soon, her screams turned to whimpers and Leah thought she might be crying.
“Touch your cunt,” Candice whispered.
Leah looked at her in horror, her eyes moving downward, where she could see Candice masturbating herself under her short skirt.
“What?” she hissed.
“Do it. Get yourself off while he rapes her,” Candice urged.
Reluctantly, Leah put her hand under her skirt and touched her pussy. It was already wet. She could hear Melanie’s whimpers turning into moans. The sound of the older boy’s hips slapping against Melanie’s ass came in jackhammer quick spurts. He was really laying into her.
“Fucking slut,” he said. “Fucking cockteasing little slut.”
The sound of Candice’s fingers working in her wet cunt made Leah feel ill, even as she did the same. This felt wrong. She couldn’t understand why her pussy was wet as she watched her friend get raped, but she couldn’t deny it was happening.
“Yeah, you see?” Candice’s brother said and laughed. “You’re fucking cumming, you little rape doll.”
Candice moaned as Melanie whimpered and thrashed, orgasming around his cock.
“See?” she whispered to Leah. “Did you ever cum that fast from some guy giving you a consensual fuck?”
Leah had to admit to herself that she had not. She was not the most experienced girl but orgasming from sex was not a common thing for her. Certainly, it had never happened within a few minutes. She rubbed her cunt harder.
Candice’s brother pulled Melanie up and turned her around, then forced her onto her back on the couch. Leah couldn’t be sure, but it looked like Melanie’s face was streaked with dry tears.
“No! No more!” she cried.
There came the sound of a slap and then Melanie moaned again. Now, the only thing that Leah could see was Melanie’s legs kicking in the air as he fucked her, and she groaned. She could hear the wet squishing of Melanie’s cunt as he assaulted it with his cock, driving himself into her over and over, crushing her under his weight, until her legs shook, and she orgasmed again.
“Fuck,” Candice hissed and she came on her fingers.
Leah had become engrossed in the horrible scene, too, and when she followed Candice’s orgasm with her own, she felt dirty. A moment later, Candice’s brother groaned and stopped.
“Don’t!” Melanie cried. “Not in me!”
They watched her legs twitch again, and then he got off of her.