This story contains male teen (15/17) on female cub(12) oral and vaginal rape, grooming, drugging, alcohol, somnophilia, stolen virginity, blackmail, homophobic language, forced orientation play(gay to straight), brief small penis humiliation/bullying, oral knotting, pregnancy risk, gagging/choking, and severe emotional distress. If you do not like or cannot handle any of these topics, please leave now or use your blacklist. It is nobody's responsibility but your own to make sure you don't see things you can't handle.

Party

Jenny's heart raced with anxious excitement as she climbed out of her window, the 12 year old husky girl keeping a cautious eye out for her new boyfriend's car while she quietly closed her window most of the way, making sure to leave it cracked enough to pull it back open when she snuck home later in the night. She'd been invited to a high school party by an older boy she met at her friend's birthday party last month, the young husky unable to resist his charms. 
She'd been sitting on the couch when a tall fox boy walked in and sat next to her, her eyes immediately drawn to his face, the contrast of his nearly blood red eyes against his snow white fur making her heart race. She'd never seen him around before, and he made her feel uneasy in a way she couldn't explain, but she couldn't help but feel drawn to him as he turned to look down at her and spoke in a soft, calming voice. “Wow, you're cute. Do you go to Sycamore high? I've never seen you around.” he asked, her face burning bright at the compliment as words failed her.
“I uh, h-huh? I-I mean, y-yeah! Totally, yep.” she stuttered out awkwardly, beating herself up in her head for sounding like an idiot in front of the older boy. Her heart pounded as the tall boy yawned and wrapped an arm around her shoulders, pulling her closer to him. 
“What's your name, cutie? I'm Derek.” he said with a wide, toothy grin, and a look in his eye that the young husky couldn't place. It was a look that made her afraid, but more excited than she'd ever felt. 
Derek knew she'd lied about going to high school. He'd seen her plenty of times as she headed to and from the middle school across the street, but he knew from experience the girls in his preferred age range would always lie and say they were older. It always made him laugh, how big and mature they always wanted to seem for him.
“I-I'm Jenny.” she practically squeaked out, her voice failing her and making her blush in embarrassment as the older boy chuckled at how visibly flustered she was. “I uh, I like- I mean, your eyes are s-so pretty…” she stammered out, mesmerized by his gaze.
“Oh? You think so? Coming from a girl as pretty as you, that means a lot.” he said with confident smirk that drove the young girl wild as she struggled to hide how nervous she was. “Someone pretty as you, you've gotta have a boyfriend, right?” he asked, leaning closer to her as her heart pounded in her chest, the preteen husky worried it might pound straight out and onto the floor as she shook her head, unable to form words. “That's a shame. You should text me some time, then.” he said as he handed her a little note with his phone number before standing and walking away to meet up with a friend calling for him from outside.
She'd sat there staring at the note for what felt like an hour before she shakily pulled her phone from her pocket and added him to her contacts, quickly sending a message, the pair hitting it off from there. He'd seemed so nice, but she couldn't shake the feeling that he was dangerous, something about him making her anxious deep down in a way she couldn't explain. She pushed those feelings aside as side effects of having a crush on the older boy, their conversations always fun and flirty as he made her blush, finally asking if she wanted to be his girlfriend, then immediately inviting her to a high school party at his friends house a few blocks over.
Now she sat on the curb outside her house, her heart racing as she watched a car slowly creep down her street, headlights off just like he'd told her to look for. She stood and pulled out her phone, quickly shining the flashlight on the ground in front of her until the car spotted her and stopped, the young canine quickly putting her phone back in her pocket and running to the car. She took a deep breath as she opened the passenger door and slipped inside, feeling utterly minuscule next to the tall fox in the driver's seat.
Derek stared down at the little girl next to him with a sly smile. “Well hello there, cutie. It's good to see you again. You ready for your first high school party?” he asked, his ears twitching as they zeroed in on the sound of the heavy breathing she was struggling to get under control.
“Y-yeah, definitely ready. I've been looking forward to it all week.” she said, turning her attention to the road ahead as the car started moving. Derek rounded the corner and turned his headlights on, no longer trying to hide from onlookers as he left the young girl's street. 
Jenny yelped quietly as she felt a large hand land high up on her thigh, gently squeezing as he spoke. “You seem tense. Don't be. It's just a few of us, all cool people. Nothing to worry about, Jenny.” he said with a dark smirk the young girl couldn't see as she kept her eyes on the road ahead, struggling to fight off a panic attack as she felt the older boy's pinky gently wiggling around closer and closer towards her crotch before he pulled his hand away. 
Derek chuckled softly to himself at the young girl's discomfort, smiling at the relieved sigh she let out when his hand pulled away. He always loved this part of his little game as he neared closer and closer to his end goal with the middle schooler. The touches he gave, always knowing exactly when to stop to play it off as just a friendly gesture, or unintentional contact. All his victims were the same, he knew how to pick them long before he began talking to them. Young, pretty, insecure, and oh so easy to manipulate with a few nice words and promises of being let in on older kid activities. They were always so excited at the prospect of being included in secret things they knew they shouldn't be doing, but also unable to refuse any pressure for fear of being seen as weak, or being ridiculed.
Jenny struggled to control her breathing as her heart pounded in her chest, excited but so incredibly anxious as she watched the house in the distance grow closer and closer, unaware of the predatory gaze on her from the drivers seat as the car slowed to a halt next to the curb outside a house surrounded by cars. She eyed a small group of teens sitting on the lawn together and smoking, unsure if she really wanted to be here anymore. She felt strange tonight, like something bad was coming. She knew she'd be in bigger trouble than ever before if her parents ever found out she snuck out, let alone to a high school party with drugs and alcohol. She yipped in surprise when Derek softly laid his hand on her back, her ears twitching as he whispered to her. “C'mon, puppy. There's nothing to worry about. I won't let anything bad happen to you, promise.” 
Jenny opened the door and walked with Derek as he headed towards the group smoking on the lawn, clinging tightly to his side. “Dereeeeeek! You made it! Sick. Who's the little cutie?” a young possum in a gray tank top and tattered black skinny jeans asked as he held his bong out towards the tall fox, shrugging and passing it to the other side of him as Derek held up his hand and shook his head no. 
“Travis, this is Jenny. She's the sophomore I told you about.” he said, the young husky unable to see the sly wink he gave the possum. 
“Fuckin' nice, man. Y'all have fun tonight. Help yourself to the secret stash, buddy.” Travis said, holding out his fist, Derek bumping it with his own before he led Jenny towards the front door. 
Jenny's ears twitched, listening around in every direction as her senses were overwhelmed by the sights and sounds and smells all around her. A familiar smell lingered in the air, one she couldn't quite place. It reminded her of how the garage smelled after her dad came back inside from hanging out in there alone at night. She didn't know what it was, but it was a stench that always bothered her. It reminded her of that time a skunk kid at school got attacked and ended up spraying in the hallway.
Derek led the young girl towards the couch in the middle of the living room, a spot seemingly reserved for the older boy as though he were the special guest at the party, everybody immediately moving out of the way to clear a space for him the second he headed towards them. “Make yourself comfortable, cutie. I'll go get us something to drink.” he said, leaning in and placing a quick peck on her cheek that made her face burn hot, the red beginning to peek through her gray fur. 
Derek walked through the kitchen, leaning down to open the cupboard under the sink and reaching for a small metal box in the back corner, hidden well away from view for all but those who knew what to look for. He flung open the latch on the box, quickly pulling out a small plastic baggy with 2 pills in it before latching the box shut. He headed to the fridge and grabbed two bottles of beer from the back, the stronger stuff Travis kept special for him. Everybody in the house knew better by now than to dare touch Derek's drinks, or to even open the cupboard under the sink. They'd been around long enough to know what goes on at Travis and Derek’s parties, and what happens to those who interfere.
Jenny sat on the couch alone, anxiously shaking her leg as she looked around for any sign of the snow white fox boy she'd shown up with, panic beginning to set in as the bass from the music thumped in her ears. The music was just loud enough to be obnoxious, but not loud enough to be painful, and it was doing nothing but making the young child feel worse and worse as her breathing picked up harder and harder. She didn't want to be here anymore, she wanted to go home. She wished she'd refused his invitation, but the idea of going out with the older boy excited her more than the idea of the party scared her at first. 
Derek rounded the corner into the living room, spotting his target still sitting alone on the couch like the good girl he knew she'd be for him. He couldn't hide his smirk as he made his way to sit next to her, two red plastic cups in hand, one holding a secret everyone but Jenny knew. “Here, cutie. I got you a drink. Loosen up a little, you look so tense. Don't you want to party with me, baby?” he said quietly, his soft voice helping calm her racing heart a little as she eyed the fizzy amber liquid in the cup he held in front of her.
“D-Derek I don't think I want to dri-” she was cut off as he grabbed her hand and wrapped her fingers around the cup, letting go and leaving her no choice but to hold it as he grabbed his own off the coffee table in front of them and taking a sip. She watched as he smiled, enjoying his drink as he motioned for her to take a sip. She was so worried about disappointing the older boy and seeming uncool that she didn't bother trying to protest anymore, simply bringing the cup to her lips and taking a small sip.
Derek couldn't help but laugh at the disgusted face the young girl made as the bitter fluid fizzed across her tongue. He remembered the first time he drank beer, having a similar reaction until he forced himself to like it. He didn't have to force it anymore, having grown truly fond of the taste of his special drink, but always enjoying the reactions of the young ones he gave it to for the first time. “It tastes like shit at first, don't it? It gets better as you drink, I promise. I won't make you drink anymore, but you'll definitely feel better after that cup. Just sip on it and relax, pup. Nobody's going to hurt you here. I promise. You've got nothing to be afraid of.” 
Jenny felt calmed by his words for the most part, but something deep down screamed at her to get up and leave, not to take another sip from the cup in her hand. She fought that voice down as she lifted the cup and took another even bigger drink, bracing herself for the bitterness she knew to expect now and quickly swallowing it down before it had the chance to linger in her mouth. 
Jenny sat and focused on the older boy next to her as the alcohol from the strong beer began to take effect, her mind slowly swimming, feeling as though she were floating ever so slightly. Derek could always tell when the kids he brought were starting to feel it. They always went quiet and still at first, when they first noticed something was strange. He knew she felt it for sure when he saw her gently swaying in place, struggling to sit fully up as she finished her cup, never noticing the tiny sliver of undissolved pill at the bottom of the cup, hiding in the residual foam.
Jenny felt strange. She knew something was off, but she couldn't place it. The beer had hit her a few minutes earlier, but it suddenly got much more intense. An extra feeling of something wrong in the background through the floaty feeling in her body. A static feeling through her mind that made it hard to think, hard to focus on anything at all as her eyes crossed in a struggle to look at anything at all. 
Panic began to set in as she felt the pills Derek snuck her begin to reach their full strength in her underdeveloped body. Every teen that walked by looked like nothing but a faint blur to her strained eyes, unable to make out more than vague moving shapes now. She couldn't process anything she was hearing. Every sound in the house thumped through her head, but nothing registered. She couldn't hear when Derek started laughing as she attempted to stand and make her way to the bathroom, certain she was going to be sick.
Consciousness began fading as she felt herself being led somewhere. Everything was a dark blur, only vaguely feeling a dull pain as her head violently thumped against the hard wood floor of Travis' bedroom as she slipped out of Derek's grasp. He couldn't help but laugh at the state of the little girl before him, quickly picking her up and throwing her roughly onto the bed. “Finally, we get to the best part.” he said with a predatory growl.
Derek sat on top of the cub, leaning down over her and kissing her roughly on the lips, smiling at the taste of his favorite beer still on her breath. “Good little puppy, Jenny. Doing exactly as you're told, just like I knew you would. You wouldn't want to disappoint me, would you?” he said as he licked her cheek, the girl unconsciously moving her head away from the vague wetness she felt in her drug induced sleep. 
Derek sat up and pulled the little girls shirt up, barely able to contain himself as her perfectly flat chest was revealed. “Oh yeah, definitely a middle schooler.” he growled, his large hands reaching up to fondle her nonexistent breasts, roughly rubbing over her small pink nipples as they rapidly hardened under his touch. 
Derek turned his head towards the sound of footsteps heading towards the room, quickly jumping off the bed and hiding behind the door to wait and see who was dumb enough to come down this way during a party. He hadn't seen any new faces tonight, but he arrived earlier than normal, and the night was still young. He quickly flicked off the light and waited in darkness as the door handle jiggled, slowly opening as someone walked in and flicked on the light.
Dexter gasped in shock at the sight of the half naked little girl on the bed in front of him as he stepped into the room, unaware of the trap Travis had led him into when he'd asked where the bathroom was. The young squirrel knew he should have been suspicious when the older possum laughed as he pointed him down to the end of the dark hallway nobody else went near. He knew he was in trouble when the door slammed shut behind him and he turned, seeing a familiar frighteningly tall fox now blocking his only exit.
“You just made the biggest mistake of your life, little tree rat, but thank you for making tonight so much more interesting for me.” he growled with a predatory grin that chilled the 15 year old squirrel to his core. He was paralyzed as the towering fox stepped towards him, the young squirrel desperately wanting to run as his heart raced anxiously. He knew there was no escaping the older boy, having more than enough experience with him at school to know better than to try to get away.
“D-derek, I j-just wanted to find the bathroom. I-i don't even-” he paused as he turned his head back towards the drugged little girl on the bed, a sick lump forming in his stomach as the cogs turned in his head, connecting the dots of what he'd interrupted. “F-fuck, I don't even care about what's going on in here. P-please, I just- I'll be quiet, I swear, please just let-GLK!” 
Dexter was cut off by a large hand around his throat, squeezing just hard enough to make sure he knew it was time to shut up and listen. “You're not going anywhere. I don't know what you did to piss Travis off, or maybe he was just feeling funny, but you're here now, and that means you belong to me. Welcome to your first party, little nerd.” Derek pushed the younger boy towards the bed, motioning for him to face the passed out husky girl. “Take her pants off.” he said sternly.
Dexter's blood turned to ice in his veins at the command, freezing in place, unable to force himself to move at all as he replayed the words over and over again in his head. “NOW!” he shouted, causing the young rodent to jolt in shock as he reached out with shaky hands towards the button on the young girl's pants. He struggled to get a grip on the button, his vision blurring slightly as tears began to well up in his eyes thinking about what he was doing.
Derek watched with a dark smile as the terrified rodent unbuttoned and unzipped Jenny's pants, his excitement picking up at the terrified look on the younger boy's face as he dug his fingers in her waistband to pull them down. 
Dexter's mouth ran dry as the young girls puffy black spade came into view, feeling sick to his stomach as he finished taking her pants off, letting them fall down to the floor as her legs hung off the bed. Tears streaked down the young teens face as he sat and stared at the child in front of him, now fully exposed to the chilled air of the bedroom. “D-derek, please, I don't- why are you doing this? I-i-”
“Fuck her.” Dexter felt a pressure under his tongue as his stomach flipped around and churned, certain he was about to be sick as he struggled to fight the sensation away. He stared wide eyed at the older fox still blocking the door as if to confirm he'd just said what he thought he said. “Now, Dex.”
“Derek w-what the fuck. I c-can't, she- she's just…” his eyes grew even wider as the tall fox stepped towards him and grabbed his long, dark gray hair. He wrapped the younger boys hair tight in his hand and yanked it, painfully pulling the younger boy's head in towards him.
Dexter gulped hard as he stared into Derek's blood red eyes, the older boy's expression calm and cool despite the anger clear in his still soft voice, a slight growl in the background of his words the only giveaway to his growing impatience and fury. “Unless you want to take her place for me, you'll take your little fucking tree rat cock out and shove it in this kid's cunt. Better yet, how's your little faggot cheetah friend Charlie doing? His arm healed yet? Maybe I go find him and toss him on the bed instead. I bet he's nice and tight.” 
Dexter's tears streamed harder and harder down his face in a constant stream, his heart racing and stomach churning even more as he listened to the older teen's words. He had enough experience with Derek to he know he was serious. He knew there was no way out of this until he complied and did whatever he asked. The thought of taking the young husky's place utterly terrified him, but the thought of Derek going out to find his crush and assaulting him instead filled him with a primal fear he'd never felt before. The thought of his best friend struggling to claw his way out of the predator's grasp, crying as he stole the boy's virginity, he'd do anything in his power to prevent that from happening, no matter how terrible he felt doing it.
“Don't take your eyes off her for a second. You're going to put your useless little dick in her and you're going to burn her face into your memory for life.” Derek whispered into the squirrel's ear, pulling his hair hard enough to make the boy whimper in pain before releasing his grip and stepping back to the door.
Dexter swallowed hard, his brain struggling to process the older boy's words through his ever growing panic from the situation he'd been unwittingly thrown into. A shaky hand reached down to his own pants, fumbling around with his belt until he finally got it unlatched, slowly fiddling with his button and zipper until his pants dropped to his ankles, leaving only a pair of sky blue boxer briefs covering his most intimate areas. He couldn't hold back his sobs as he reached his thumbs into the waistband of his underwear and pulled them down, shaking uncontrollably as he stripped in front of the older boy blocking his only means of escape. 
Derek couldn't hold back his laughter as the younger squirrel's limp little cock came into view, unable to contain his amusement and making the poor boy's face burn hot at his humiliation. “Oh my god, I hope it gets bigger than that. Hahaha, holy shit.” the older fox laughed out, watching the young teen struggle to hide himself from view.
Dexter fiddled around with his limp penis for a moment, trying to get hard even as he thought about how he might possibly get out of this situation, his heart pounding hard in his chest as he looked down at the 12 year old girl in front of him, still very unconscious as she would remain until morning. The sight of her sickened him, the thought of what he'd walked in on, what he'd interrupted the older teen doing. He was saddened at the thought of this poor little girl he didn't know, clearly too young to be here, having her innocence stolen by the older teen, and even more saddened by the knowledge that now he himself would be the one to steal it from her. 
Derek was getting impatient, as much as he enjoyed the misery clear on Dexter's face. “Can't get it up? Just picture your little faggot boyfriend. You'd be hard as a brick right now if he was laying in front of you, just begging for your tiny squirrel dick. Go on, spread her legs. Rub yourself against her, get a feel for her little pussy.”
Dexter flinched at the older boy's words. It was true, he struggled to get hard not just from being forced into this, but also because it was a girl in front of him. He'd never thought of girls as anything more than friends, let alone thought of losing his own virginity to one. 
He took the older boy's advice and spread her legs, pulling her closer to the end of the bed so her little spade sat level with his limp length, her legs on either side of him as he shakily grabbed his penis and pushed it against her puffy vulva. He gasped at the heat radiating off the little girl, surprised by the feeling of it against his foreskin covered head. He quickly turned his head towards Derek before immediately turning back to look at the young husky below him once he heard the growl that left the older boy's mouth. 
He took in the sleeping girl's features, especially her blond hair. It was around the same length as his, half way down her back. He thought she was pretty, even if he wasn't attracted to her in any capacity. She looked like a sweet little girl who ended up in the wrong place at the wrong time, and he wondered what led her to this point, what had Derek done to get her here, how had he gotten her onto the bed. It sickened him to see the rumors he'd heard around school were true, that the senior really was as bad as everyone whispered in secret behind his back. An untouchable evil, his father being a very rich and powerful man, easily able to get him out of any trouble, no matter how severe the crime he'd been caught doing. Nobody dared even attempt to stop him anymore, the lives of those who interfered being quickly ruined. 
He shook the thoughts from his head, wanting nothing more than to get out of this room and go home and pretend he'd never seen anything. He squeezed his still flaccid penis against the young girl's black spade, not so much as a twitch from his length no matter how hard he tried. He thought back to what Derek had said and pictured his best friend in his mind. A young cheetah he'd known since elementary school, and the only crush he'd ever had. He imagined the young boy laying down on the bed in front of him, looking at him and begging for his love. 
As the image of his crush flooded his mind, he felt himself slowly growing in his hand. It made him sick to think about the boy in this way, feeling as though he were betraying a sacred trust, corrupting his bond with the boy he'd spent so much of his time secretly crushing on. His tears dripped down from his face and onto the white belly fur of the preteen below him as his penis slowly twitched bigger and bigger, never reaching its full length, still held back by the tense situation and knowledge of what he was doing.
Derek let out a satisfied huff as he watched the young rodent push his half hard cock against the young husky on the bed, loving the clear misery on the boy's face, evidenced by his endless stream of tears. He heard the squirrel hiss as the head of his 4 inch length slowly forced its way inside the young girl's dry, tight spade, quickly popping in and fully enveloping his head.
Dexter's mind was a confused mix of feelings as the searing heat of the young girl's insides warmed his cock, his first sexual experience instantly seared into his brain as he felt himself twitch gently inside of her. He pushed forward harder, struggling through the young girl's still dry virgin tightness to fit himself fully in her, reaching resistance as half his length forced its way deeper in. “O-oh god, she- is that her- oh Jesus this really is her first time. W-what the fuck, Derek…” he cried out shakily, the full gravity of what he was doing now finally fully sinking in as he felt a strong hand on his back pushing him forward until the resistance broke and all 4 of his inches quickly forced their way into the preteen below him.
Derek laughed darkly as he moved back away from the pair, watching the conflicted squirrel work out what he was feeling, both emotionally and physically. Dexter sobbed hard as the dryness surrounding his penis began to twitch and throb, the young girl's body slowly forced to lubricate itself to minimize the damage being done to her underdeveloped insides. The young girl groaned painfully and slowly moved her head around in her drug induced sleep making the squirrel feel even lower than he'd already felt as he began to throb inside her painfully tight tunnel. 
“The faster you start moving, the faster you can cum and go find your little lover boy.” Dexter heard from off to the side, knowing better now than to bother looking towards the voice. He shakily leaned over Jenny's young frame and held himself up on the bed with his hands before slowly pulling his hips back, feeling as the tightness of the puppy's pussy forced his foreskin to roll back over his sensitive pink head. He hissed again as he pushed forward, the skin rolling back again as his now exposed head rubbed against every little ripple and bump inside the child's now slick tunnel. 
Dexter felt awful, but he couldn't deny the intense pleasure on his young cock as he forced himself to continue. The sensation of the young girl's insides slowly pulsing around him with her heartbeat was indescribable, feeling every ripple glide across the folds of his rolled back foreskin inside of her as he got into a slow rhythm of thrusts. He shook and trembled in place as he pushed in as deep as he could before pulling back, his tears still dripping as he sobbed, struggling to deal with the intense feelings around his penis as they conflicted with the horrible feelings swirling around his brain as his thoughts turned into nothing more than a constant, angry static. 
The minutes slowly ticked by as Dexter forced himself into a constant rhythm, staring down at the sleeping husky's face as he sobbed and apologized constantly, hoping if anything from this situation got through to the unconscious puppy, it was how terrible he felt about being involved at all and unable to stop it. A telltale pressure began to build in his pelvis as he pulled back, his breathing picking up as Derek's ears twitched, picking up the subtle change in sounds coming from the boy. 
“Don't you dare think about pulling out, Dexter. You're either planting your nuts deep in that little cunt, or you're staying and dealing with being round 2.” he growled out, Dexter's ears flattening against his head as he audibly whined like a kicked puppy. 
Dexter couldn't help but moan between sobs as his sensitive pink head rubbed against the young girl's slick insides, every internal ridge and ripple inside her tickling against the folds of his foreskin and teasingly sliding across his throbbing, exposed tip. The pressure in his pelvis started dull, but slowly intensified with every thrust until it reached the base of his cock. He squeezed his pelvic muscles as hard as he could, hoping to stave off ejaculating in the young girl below him, the thought of what might happen to the pair of them afterwards utterly terrifying him as he lost his battle. 
Searing hot immature seed shot through his throbbing cock, splattering against the wet walls of Jenny's underdeveloped tunnel as his body seized, pushing himself in as deep as he could go as he stood frozen, trembling in place over the young girl as his orgasm took over. He could barely breathe as the sensations of cumming inside a tight young hole for the first time overwhelmed his senses, every little twitch and throb of his cock and Jenny's young cunt overstimulating him and causing him to hiss uncomfortably as he rode out his exceedingly long orgasm. He gasped hard, struggling for breath as he felt the rapid fire shots of semen flooding the young girls hole being to taper off until they finally stopped, his penis now just resting inside of her as his thoughts overwhelmed him.
Dexter was devastated, feeling nauseous at the thought of what he'd just done, knowing full well the crime he'd just committed, forced or otherwise. He slowly pulled his rapidly softening penis from Jenny's pussy, an audible pop coming from his head fully pulling from her tight spade as a trickle of somewhat watery semen dripped out of her and onto the floor and bed below. “Oh god, oh god oh god oh god, fuck…” he cried out in panic as he backed away, his head quickly turning towards the sound of amused laughter coming from the tall fox still standing at the door. 
Dexter gasped in shock at the sight of the phone in the boy's hand facing towards him, his expression instantly turning from devastation to one of sheer panic as he stumbled over and fell onto the floor, quickly backing away against the wall, holding a hand up to block his face as he sobbed and cried. “Hahaha, say hi to the school, tree rat. You're my little bitch for the rest of the year unless you want everyone seeing this. Now sit there and think about what you've done.” Derek laughed out as he ended his recording and slipped his phone back into his pocket, stepping towards the bed to turn the young girl around, her head now hanging over the edge of the mattress as Derek fiddled with his belt. 
Dexter's stomach churned as he fought off a massive wave of nausea, unaware of his surroundings as his eyes glossed over, his mind working overtime to block out everything around him as the sound of Jenny's unconscious retching around Derek's throbbing, knotted cock echoed off the walls and assaulted his ears. The sound of moaning filled the room as the older boy had his fun with the young girl's mouth and throat, the sounds of slurping suction and wet splatters from the endless stream of pre cum and drool from the young husky's throat dripping against the floor ingraining themselves into the young squirrel's brain. 
Dexter couldn't move, paralyzed as he listened to the horrific oral assault happening just a few feet away from him as he stared at the floor, unable to even make out the grain of the wood as his tears continued to constantly stream down his face and blur his vision. He remembered a loud, violent retch and Derek moaning as a sickening splatter of semen gushed from Jenny's mouth around the knot blocking her airway and hit the floor, but the rest of his memories escaped him as he passed out from stress and exhaustion. He remembered waking up alone in a dark room with a stomach ache, struggling to move as the memories of the night flooded his brain and quickly passing back out.
Jenny woke up in her bed, her throat sore and feeling an immense discomfort in her lower half, not remembering anything that happened last night after she snuck outside. She wondered if even that happened as she struggled to sit up, feeling violently woozy as the room spun in her vision. There was a faint salty, bitter taste on her tongue as she tried to wet her dry mouth, quickly reaching for the water bottle on her night stand and chugging half of it down before stopping to gasp for breath as the cool liquid soothed her dry, scratchy throat. She coughed and sputtered, choking as she swallowed the small amount of saliva in her mouth as she worried she'd come down with an awful cold.
She stood on shaky legs and stumbled her way to the bathroom, confused at the red and white stain soaked into her panties as she sat to relieve the pressure on her bladder. Her confusion and anxiety ramped up as she wiped, noticing how sore her poor abused little spade was along with the slick white fluid on the toilet paper before she thought it just a side effect of whatever cold she'd caught, quickly flushing and forgetting about it as she stood and washed her hands. 
Jenny made her way back to her room and picked her phone up off the floor, a notification from an unknown number catching her attention. She opened the video link in the text, the video completely silent. Her heart dropped and her stomach turned as she saw her unconscious self in a room she didn't recognize, being assaulted by a boy she didn't know. The angle was just right so she couldn't see the tears streaming from the boy's face as he was forced to assault her as she watched in silent horror as he ejaculated inside of her, his face briefly in frame as it burned itself permanently into her memory.