16 comments/ 102514 views/ 74 favorites Bad First Day By: hurtmybreasts I walk with a quickened pace down this school corridor. It's my first day in this high school, and I'm trying my best to make a good impression and not look too stupid. I reported to gym just like my school schedule said, but I didn't know you needed a pen and paper. At my old school we never used pen or paper in gym. And of course, none of my new classmates told me. I can't believe my family moved in my senior year. I'm 18, why couldn't they have just got me an apartment so I could stay in my old school? I had to move in the middle of the year to a new state where I don't know anyone. The day hasn't gone too horrible, but I get really nervous, really easy. And I admit, I'm scared. It might be silly, but I'm almost terrified. I know at any moment someone is going to bully or tease the new girl, and I've never been good and standing up for myself. At least no one has messed with me. I've kept my head down and gone class to class without talking to anyone. I hate to admit, but I know I'm a natural target for bullies because of my bust size. I always wear baggy tops and jackets to hide it, but having 38 F breasts is very hard thing to hide, especially when you have to wear this school's ugly gym clothes, which consists of a gray t-shirt and red gym shorts. My eyes lit up when I finally find the girl's locker room. Earlier I was following everyone else. Now that I'm alone, I'm having trouble finding it. This school isn't laid out in any way that makes sense. But this door looks like the locker room's door, I think. It's not labeled or anything, but I'm pretty sure it's the locker room. Once I open the door, I rush in as I'm already late for class, and there's no better way to draw attention to you than to enter a class late. I make it a few steps in the room before I see it's not the locker room at all. It's appears to be some sort of old sport equipment storage. There are tons of metal bookcases/shelves lining the walls, except for one wall, which is bare. The air smells very sweet in here for some reason. It smells of old shoes, and that sweet, herbal smell. Then I recognize what that smell is; weed. As soon as I recognize it, I see the 2 people in the corner of this dimly lit room. There's a very rough looking boy and a smaller rough looking girl next to him, and in her hand is a joint. "Oh! Excuse me," I say without thinking, as they both look bewildered. "I'll...I'll just go," I say, my heart beginning to pound as I've come across something I shouldn't have seen. Turning around, I see the door shut and another boy stand in front of it like a guard. "What's the hurry?" The boy sitting next to the girl says menacingly. With fear moving up my spine, I turn back. "I, I need to get to class," I explain weakly. "I thought this was the locker room," I confess, and then all three laugh, making my face redden. "You're new," the guy comments. Looking at me he has a very nasty grin, the type that only criminals would wear. "Yeah," I respond, "It's my first day." Inside I have a faint hope this will clear this matter up so I can go. "She's a little miss perfect," the girl says mocking, her face showing she doesn't like me for some reason. "Gonna run straight to the first teacher she sees," the girl sneers, looking at me with daggers. "No! No, I won't," I exclaim quickly, my voice unnormally high. "I don't do that s-s-stuff myself, but I d-d-don't care if you do it," I try to explain, pointing to the joint. The boy begins to walk towards me, and the size difference between us is very noticeable. I'm barely 5 foot and weigh close to 130, and he's at least 6 foot and 200. There's no denying that he could easy out power me, even without with friends. "Well, new girl," he says, standing a foot away. "Let us give you the...new girl inspection," he offers in a half mocking, half serious tone. Inspection? I don't like the sound of that. I really don't like the sound of that. I open my mouth to comment, but stop. I don't have any choice. The one guy is blocking the door, if I try to run, he's just stop me before I get out. And if I did run, they will surely beat me. "I-I-Inspection?" I stammer, fear making goose bumps on my skin. "Yes. Just like the cops give," he explains menacingly. Unable to help it, I gulp in fear and my body trembles lightly as I just stare up into his thug-like eyes. "Go to the wall. Face it," he orders with a stiff nod of his head at the bare wall. I look partly confused, thinking this is just a joke. But his face shows he's not joking in the least. Again I consider running, or maybe screaming, but think better of it. Even if I screamed, I could get choked to death before anyone comes. If I just do what he says, maybe he won't be so mean. With my face burning red, I walk to the wall. As I walk, I hear both the girl and the guy at the door laugh. "What are you doing Jake?" The girl asks, and the boy that ordered me responds, "Like I said, a new girl inspection." I reach the wall, looking at the ugly brick, praying he doesn't slam my face into it. "Hands on the wall," Jake barks, sounding very intimidating. Closing my eyes, and feeling like a coward, I put my hands on the wall like I'm ordered. This of course makes even more laughter. From out of nowhere, something slaps my ass, hard. Yelping in pain, my hands move behind to cover my bottom from whatever it was. Turning, I see Jake right behind me, his hand raised. My face reddens as I know he just spanked me. My ass stings but not as bad as my humiliation stings from this stranger spanking me while his friends laugh. "Did I say to turn around? Put your fucking hands on the wall!" He growls, his face becoming wild. Scared as I picture him slamming his fist in my face, I spin back to the wall and put both hands up to it. Another spank comes, stinging my ass worse. The shorts and my panties provide little protection against his hard bare hand slap. Then another one comes, and I press my body against the wall as I winch in pain. "This is to teach you not to go where you are not wanted," Jake says like a principal or teacher, and then spanks my ass again. My ass stings worse than I've ever felt. The last time I was spanked was when I was 5 and it was nothing like this. What's makes it worse is the stoned laughter from the girl. Gasping in shock, I feel perhaps the worse feeling possible; my gym shorts are tugged and fall to my feet. I feel them bunched around my feet, while my black cotton panties are on full display. In a daze, I just stare forward at the wall as I hear them laughing at me in my underwear. My mind tells me to pick them back up, but I don't. If I did, Jake would just get mad and tug them back down. A new spank hits now, much harder than before. This time, the sound of his hand slapping bounces around the room. With only a thin layer of cotton, his hand basically makes skin contact. He's spanking me. Spanking me. And I'm letting him. I should turn around and spit in his face then knee him as hard as I can, but I don't. I'm scared and don't want to be hurt. Several more slaps happen, making my ass so tender I can't help but press into the wall harder, hoping I could slide through it. Each spank gets harder and louder, which makes laughter harder and harder. "I see this isn't making an impact," Jake comments thoughtfully, taking a break from spanking. In horror, I feel his rough hands grab the waistband of my black panties. Groaning, I feel my underwear fall down to join my shorts around my ankles. Utterly humiliated, with a face redder than an apple, my bare ass is exposed to everyone. Not just my bare ass, but my bare red ass. The laughter is almost reaching a fever pitch, the girl being the loudest. I can't see her, but from the way she sounds she must be bent over, hardly able to breathe. Again, I know I should stop this, to scream or do something, but I don't. All I do is keep my hands on the wall like they were nailed down, and feel ashamed as my bottom is exposed. Even if did run to the door, I would trip on my shorts/panties. I'm stuck. I'm helpless. "See, she's a good girl, and doesn't fight back," Jake mockingly states. "Though, I have to say, her ass is very disappointing. It's small and rather flat," he adds, my face burning hotter. I'm not just exposed, but now being made fun of. "Yeah, there's barely anything there," the girl agrees, "I think you could at least make it redder." My mouth drops but before I can say anything, I feel a bare hand slap my bare ass, which is by far the worst. The stinging and burning feeling on my tender bottom is almost unbearable. And he keeps going, smacking my left cheek hard, then right, then both, while the sound of clapping echoes. "Let me try!" The girl demands, and I hear her excited feet race up. Then a smaller hand spanks, not harder but faster. Laughs hysterically, she spanks my bare ass again. "You wanna try Mark?" The girl asks and the boy at the door moves. A second later, I feel another slap, this once much, much harder. It's so hard, I yelp in pain with watery eyes. That's going to leave a bruise. "I think that's enough," Jake says, and I want to cry in relief. This is over. OVER! They will laugh at me, and laugh when they see me in the halls, maybe even tell a few people what they did, but this is over. I hold back tears as I can feel their eyes examining what they have done to my bare ass. "Now," Jake says and I hear him move backward with the other two. "I want you to lift your shirt and your bra so those puppies can breath," Jake orders, and though I'm not touched it feels like I was punched. This isn't over at all. It's getting worse. He wants me to...expose my breasts? My breasts?! I'm still facing the wall so they won't see if I do, but I'll practically be naked! Already my womanhood is freed, and I'm thankful they can't see it, but it's horrible to have it uncovered. As if someone else was controlling them, my shaking hands leave the wall and grab the bottom of my shirt. Without a word, I lift my shirt up, showing the wall my bare stomach. When I reach the bottom of my bra cups, I take a deep breath. Letting it go, I hook my fingers in the bra cups and jerk upward. Immediately, I feel the warm flesh of my breasts against my hands as they bounce out. Both breasts come out, almost touching the cold wall. A form of humiliation I didn't think possible takes over now, as I've just released my breasts like a whore on Girls Gone Wild. The tight protection that my bra gives when it held them now presses against the tops of my breasts, accenting the exposure. "Good girl, now, hands at your sides," Jake orders and the group is surprisingly quiet. I lower my hands and the line, "practically naked" repeats over and over in my mind, as I feel the air on my practically naked body. "Turn around," Jake orders with anticipation. "Make sure you keep your hands at your sides," the girl quickly adds, her words hitting me almost like a physical blow. She's a girl! How can she just sit by and watch all of this! Can't she put herself in my place? How would she like it if she had to expose herself like a cheap slut to a bunch of bullies? I wait one second more, then, taking very small steps, I begin to turn. A feeling deep inside tries to prepare myself for the humiliation I'm about to feel. To make matters worse, the small steps I take make my breasts jiggle. I feel them moving and bouncing, knowing all the wisecracks and comments they are about to come. I'm half way turned now and just stare straight ahead. They see one breast now and my hip. In another moment they will see that I like to shave myself and how large my breasts are. Then the names will come as they will make fun of me. Finally I'm turned all the way with my front completely facing them, my face bright red in shame. I don't look at them, instead I look a little upward, unable to look. "Holy shit, what fucking size are those?!" The one named Mark exclaims, knocking me down more. "Those are huge," Jake agrees. "And she shaves," he adds, and in the corner of my eye he points. Like an object at the zoo, I stand there silent while they examine my most private parts. A new feeling of hopeless starts inside me making my shoulders slump. I feel defeated. The only thing I can do now is hope they won't rape or physically hurt me. "New girl, tell us the size of your tits," Jake orders crudely. I feel my lips tighten; I've always hated guys calling breasts 'tits,' it demeans them. "And when you say it, say 'my big tits are ____.' Got it?" Jake adds like he's reading my mind. "My...my b-b-big t-t-tits...are 38 F," I admit and hear one of them gasp. I may not be looking at them, but I can feel the evil smile the girl must be giving. "Why you shave? You a whore?" Mark questions in a mocking manner. "No," I reply softly. "I...I just think hair there is g-gross," I explain, and feel even more violated as I'm sharing personal information. I'm actually talking about my vagina region to these monsters. "You a virgin?" The girl asks, diving deeper inside my personal life. A new wave of red hits my face as I refused to answer this normally. After a moment, I answer softly, "No." This makes them chuckle. "You got a boyfriend, new girl?" Jake asks curious. I want to yell 'why does it matter! Let me go!' but I don't. I don't even think about running because even if I got to the hall, I'm showing off everything! "No, I just moved here," I admit in an almost emotionless tone. "Not surprising, who in their right mind would want a cowardly, flat assed, freak, big titty whore like you?" Jake responds very cruelly, making me almost cry. His two friends of course laugh at this. Jake stands up and walks towards me as his two friends keep sitting. My body tenses as I fear he's going to hit me, or worse, fondle my exposed breasts, or worse, grope my exposed womanhood, but he doesn't. Instead he puts one foot between my legs to step on my shorts/panties. "Step out of them," he grunts and looks down, getting an up close view of my body. Sighing deeply, not wanting to do this, I none the less lift my right leg. Even if they were at my feet, something about still having my shorts/panties was comforting. Now, with my right leg completely out, I feel more naked than ever. Then, I move my left leg, my arms reflectively moving to cross over my chest to stop my breasts from jiggling too much. This is something I do to make sure they don't move too much, which can be an issue without a bra. I am completely naked from my waist down. Jake picks up my shorts and panties and holds them up in front of my face. I want to reach and grab them from his hands, but I don't. I just stand there, like a coward as he steals my clothes. I'm forced to watch as he pulls my panties from my shorts and then tosses my shorts in the corner. The next thing he does, makes the other two laugh the hardest so far; he puts my own panties on my head. He pulls the waistband over my head and acts like they are a mask. Humiliated, my panties are pulled down so they cover one eye and part of my face. After he does, he steps back to examine his work with a smile, as his friends crack up. Still, I don't move or even say anything. How much of a coward am I to let him do this? Now I can't leave for sure. I'm partly naked with my panties on my head. I bet if I asked, they would let me go too, just to laugh more as I leave naked. There's no way I could let the rest of school see me like this. I could never show my face again. A hand slaps my arms, then my hands, and then my forearms repeatedly. Feeling them, I know what Jake is doing. My hands are still crossed over my chest. I let them drop to my sides with yet another humiliated sigh as they jiggle from the move. Jake moves his hands up to grab my right arm's sleeve. He grunts as he pulls on it and instantly, the sleeve begins to rip. With a great deal of force he pulls in two directions, making the cheap t-shirt rip more. This serves as a terrifying reminding of just how strong he is, and for me to not disobey. It takes him a few seconds, and a few more times to get a grasp, but he rips my gym shirt completely off and lets the remains fall to the floor. Now I'm breathing much harder, almost panting in fear and humiliation. I keep praying that he doesn't hit me. If he can do that to my shirt, oh dear, he could hurt me very badly. Please, don't let him hurt me. I whimper as he grabs the right bra strap in one hand and then the bra cup in the other. He grabs them, not caring or even noticing he's touching my bare flesh. Then, acting like my bra is nothing more than a fly, he rips it apart. He goes to the left strap, and my best bra is broken in half, and I watch it fall to the ground. Naked. I'm naked. Completely naked, except for my own panties, which are around my head. The term bullied could never describe this. To be naked, your clothes stolen and torn apart while people laughed at you. I'm naked. I'm helpless. "Much better," Jake says happily, and then the bastard winks. I try not to show my fear, but that's impossible, my body trembles. Jake joins the others in laughing at me like I'm an object. "What should we do with this new toy?" Jake asks as he goes back to his friends. His back is turned to me as he walks forward and starts looking for something on the shelves. "Make her do jumping jacks?" Mark suggests with a laugh. "I say bust out a scale and weigh those huge tits," the girl says in a high giggle. They make plenty more humiliating suggestions, but I just stand here in a humiliated daze, knowing how helpless I am. All of their suggestions are aimed at my breasts, with the suggestions getting meaner and meaner. Suddenly, I feel something being put on me from overhead like a shirt. Surprised, I try to look up and when I do, I see Jake, forcing something very tight over me. At first I think it is a shirt as I feel the way it constricts my upper arms, but the feel of it is wrong, it feels rough and frayed. Seeing it, I gasp out in shock and horror. It's a basketball net, an old, dirty, basketball net. Jake tugs it forcefully down and it gets tighter and tighter, constricting my arms and squeezing my breasts against me very painfully. He keeps on and on, making it go as far as it can down, the rough textured netting going over my nipples, flicking them. Jake stops and backs up. I try to move my hands, but I can't. The net is so tight, it's pinned both of my arms to my sides. I try as hard as I can to move them, but I can't. Looking down, the net is on me like some deformed shirt, stopping at mid stomach and going all the way to below my shoulders. The way it squeezes my breasts is the worst. It feels like a bunch of ropes are wrapped on me, squeezing my breasts to mush them like playdoh. Already I feel the lines of the net being imprinted on them. The pain is so bad, that I block out the excited laughter of the crowd. But I do hear, "Nothing but net." "P-p-please," I stammer, finding my voice. I whimper constantly now, my body swaying and moving as my legs are pressed together to deal with the pain. "What?" Jake asks with a huge smile as if this is normal. My face burns more and more as I can't believe I'm about to say this. "M-m-my b-b-breasts," I whimper, winching at the pain. "You mean your tits. You call them tits," Jake corrects like a teacher. "My t-tits," I correct myself, too much laughter. "Please, t-t-they are being mashed," I whine, feeling the lines being imprinted deeper. "And? What you want me to do?" He scoffs, uncaring. I close my eyes for a moment to overcome this new wave of humiliation. "C-c-can you at least....make h-holes for them?" I ask weakly, never thinking in a million years I would ask someone to make holes for my breasts in a basketball net. "Make holes for what?" Jake asks, wanting his one word. "Can you m-make h-holes for my tits," I ask. Bad First Day the Next Day The sun is high up above, illuminating everything into a very beautiful day. It's time like this I hate having to go to school. I'm 18! I should be out in the world! Our gym class was outside today, so I get to enjoy the nice weather instead of being inside the cold nasty gym. The coaches call this 'Free Day,' and have set up various stations for us students to play. Some are playing volleyball, some are running, but most are sitting somewhere in the huge field, chatting, talking and laughing in groups. Today is only my second day at this school, so I have no real friends yet. After yesterday, I'm trying to keep to myself and not get in anyone's way. I purposely keep my head down and try not to make eye contact with anyone. That horrible fear still clings to me each time I turn a corner here. I fear that I'm going to see the mad, sick, crazy, evil Jake, who abused me so horribly yesterday. It took me over an hour and a half to scrub all of what they wrote on me. My skin is still red! I thought for sure when I went to school today, everyone would point and laugh at me. I thought everyone would know what they did. I even tried to fake sickness, but I still had to go to school. Thankfully, no one has said anything, yet. I'm not sure that many people know what happened. A few actually saw me... n-n-naked... but I guess Jake and his group made sure not to spread the rumor or they might get in trouble. I know I should have told a teacher, or better yet the police about what they did to me, but I didn't. I've seen too many shows and read too many books where they say the girl was 'asking' for it, and then the abused girl doesn't get anything but a slut label. If I did tell, the entire school would for sure know. What makes the humiliation of what they did worse, is that I waited outside my house for an hour still wearing the clamps they put on me. I was so scared of them, I did as they said, and waited for them outside at my house, as if they were going to appear there. They had no idea where I lived, yet I was such a coward, I did as they said, letting those dirty clamps squeeze my nipples, while standing in my own front yard. Pushing all that aside, I focus on forgetting all about it. I'm walking along the outer wall of the school at the moment, exploring the school's grounds. I like to let my hand run over the brick as I walk as I enjoy the feeling of the rough brick. Yesterday I noticed there was a small pond on the other side of the school fence, and I would like to see it. Plus, I'm doing it to get away from everyone else. It's sort of embarrassing being the new kid, because you have no friends and everyone can see you. I don't want to just sit there, alone, as everyone else has their groups. I'm about to turn to the side of the school, and when I do, I'll be leaving the field. Not that it matters, everyone in class is so far away I doubt they even notice what I'm doing or where I'm going. I turn the corner and see the fence and the school wall come together in a point, making this somewhat like an enclave. The fence is the cheap type of fence, the kind they show in movies when people need to climb up. I smile as I see the pond on the other side of the fence, looking beautiful. Then, a weird smell blows past me, almost like the smell of cigarettes. "Heya Jugs," a gruff voice greets. Instantly I feel my stomach clench as a chill runs over me. In a daze, I turn and look inside the enclave to see a small group of people sitting down, leaning against the wall. The school wall casts a shadow though, so I didn't see them at first, but now I do. If I had noticed smelled or heard them, I would have run as fast as I could away. It's Jake. And now he's standing and looking at me with a wide grin. "Why don't cha come here Jugs?" He says, and motions with his hand for me to come to him. In horror, I see the group he is with. And I see he's joined by the girl Amy, who was there yesterday. She already has that cruel sick smile that she wore yesterday. On Jake's other side, there are 2 other boys I don't know. But all of them stand now, with Jake the only one not hiding his lit cigarette. My heart pounds horribly as I wonder if I start to run, if I could make it to one of the teachers before they catch up to me. I'm not a fast runner. And if I did run, would they be able to catch me before I even turned the corner? Maybe I should start screaming? If I did, would the teachers hear? Could Jake reach me before I can scream where I am? And worse, if I ran or screamed, what would they do?! There are 4 of them now, instead of the 3 from yesterday. They could easily pound me into the ground. Damn it! Why did I have to go wandering? Why didn't I just stay with the rest of the class? There I would have just felt foolish. And now, what do I do? I can't go to him. I can't! There's no telling what he's going to do. And after yesterday, what more can he do? He stole my clothes, abused me, wrote on me, clamped me, raped me. I can't let him do that again. "I'm waiting," he comments, sounding annoyed. Feeling the familiar cowardly feeling rushing over me, I know what I have to do. What my only choice is. I begin to walk towards him, all the shame of yesterday returning to me. I'm humiliated even more as I hear Amy laugh. Amy was the worst. She saw everything he was doing to me, and did nothing but laughed. "Let me introduce you to... " Jake says when I am close and swings his arm around to grab and tugs me next to him in a hard, one arm hug. He presses me into his side with so much force I fear he might be trying to squeeze me to death. I know this is meant to scare me, him showing how strong he is compared to me. If anything could make this situation worse, it would be my clothes. I'm wearing the school's gym clothes again. After they stole the ones yesterday I had to actually pay for a new set, which is a gray t-shirt and red gym shorts. I'm dressed in these stupid clothes while they are all dressed normally. Something about wearing gym clothes makes you feel so stupid. "Jugs," Jake introduces me to the two new guys, using the name he gave me yesterday. My face burns with humiliation at this, made worse by Amy's laughter. The other two guys just look confusedly amused, as if this is some sort of joke. "We met her yesterday," Jake explains causally, as if we are old friends, instead of rapist and rapiee. Then he begins to vibrate his arm as he holds me. This makes my body jerk and wiggle. At first I think he's doing this just to show how easy he can move me, but then it dawns what he's doing. He's jiggling me like this to make my breasts jiggle for his new friends. Looking down, I see my overly large breasts swaying around inside their bra as he jiggles me. Humiliated, my arms cross in front of my oversized chest to stop this. I go to such great lengths to hide my chest size by wearing baggy tops and jackets, but they don't allow them in this school's gym class. I have to wear their stupid t-shirt, and they wouldn't even allow me to wear a larger size one. To make matters worse, after all the abuse they did to my breasts yesterday, they are still swollen. Jake releases me as he chuckles, and I can feel the two new guys' eyes locked on my chest. A part of me wants to start walking away, thinking they might just let me go. They had their brief fun, which is just a reminder of what they did to me yesterday. Yet, I stay where I am. I don't know why, but I don't dare move. "Watch this," Jake excitedly tells his friends, and I feel my shorts yanked down to my ankles, again. Stunned, I stand in front of them, crossed arms, my purple panties exposed. This surprises them more than me as the two guys both gasp in shock. It takes me a stunned moment to react, but I finally I bend to pick them up but Jake growls, "Leave 'em." At this, I slowly stand back up, my face redder, leaving my panties down. My face burning red, I lower my hands to place in front, trying to hide my panties. No one says anything, but I can tell the two new guys are becoming more excited. They watch on, wondering what's going to happen next, wondering how much of a coward I am. "Wanna see something funny?" Jake asks his friends, which both reply eagerly that they do. "Kick off your shoes Jugs," Jake orders without even looking at me. My shoes? Why does he want me to take off my shoes? They are just simple tennis shoes, nothing fancy that he could sell. Not understanding, I use one foot to peel off the other foot's shoe. Then I free the other shoe so both are now off, leaving me standing in my socks. When I do this, I see my shorts around my ankles, which makes me feel even more like a loser. Instead of jerking them up as I know I should, I consider politely asking if I could. Jake leans over and takes both of my shoes. He tosses one to each of the new boys. "Take out the laces," he tells me, as if this was a normal thing. Then it hits me what he's going to do. Of course. He's going to destroy my shoes. Why am I not surprised? I consider running while they are preoccupied, but I stop before I even take a single step. I would have to kick off my shorts before I run, which means everyone in class would see me in my panties. "Turn around Jugs," Jake orders with a mean grin. For a moment I'm not sure if he's going to hit me, laugh at me or kiss me. "Face the wall," he adds in, his grin becoming cruel. My lip quivers at this command, as I know behind me is the brick wall. He's going to repeat what he did yesterday. "P-P-Please, d-d-don't do this," I stammer out in a weak voice as I turn around slowly to face the wall... just like yesterday. Again, all I see is the brick of the wall, and nothing else. While everyone else can see my bare legs and panties. "Hands on the wall, come on Jugs, you know the drill," Jake replies, pretending I said nothing. A deeper feeling of humiliation starts as I'm letting him do everything all over again. With shaking hands, I place them on the wall, feeling their rough texture. Both hands are on the wall, my panties at my feet. I brace myself for the spanking I know is coming. As expected, I feel a hand grab the back waistband of my panties. It pulls them out roughly, and in shame I know whoever is doing it can look down and see my bare bottom. They keep my panties stretched like this for a moment, no doubt making me wait. Laughter erupts as I feel something pour against my butt. I'm surprised and confused as I was excepting a hand slapping my ass or my panties being yanked down. It feels like lots of small rough things are being poured down my bottom with most running out the leg holes. The laughter only gets louder as more is poured, filling up the back of my panties. Then, my panties are snapped back and I'm given a playful smack on my bottom, letting me know what they did. They put dirt in my panties. They put dirt in my panties, probably using my own shoes to pour it in. I feel the course and rough dirt, rubbing against my bare bottom. I've never felt anything like this before. It's not just gross, but a feeling of dirty I can't explain. "Damn, you dirty girl," Amy laughs and everyone laughs harder. Then someone playfully smacks my ass again, making a little more dirt pour out to run down my legs. Knowing that dirt is almost touching my precious womanhood is enough to make me want to start screaming. Yet, like a coward, I stay with my hands on the wall, too scared to move as I don't want to make Jake mad. Once again, my panties are pulled out, and more and more dirt is poured in, this time in much larger amounts. My panties begin to droop from all the excess weight that's been added. Every inch of my bottom feels coated in dirt, rather it's touching it or not. "At least now you have an ass," Jake comments, bringing up how I have a rather flat bottom, something I'm embarrassed about any way. "She just let's you do that?" One of the new guys asks, amazed. "Oh yeah," Jake replies proudly. "She knows she a coward, and doesn't want any trouble, isn't that right Jugs?" Jake replies, and I just lower my head some, trying to not cry. Then my hair is grabbed forcefully and my head jerked back, so I'm looking up at the sky. "I said, isn't that right?" Jake growls, sounding extremely angry. "Y-Yes!" I answer, terrified. Then he pushes my head forward, letting go. My heart pounds in fear as I felt how easily he snapped my head back. "Lift up your shirt and bra," Jake orders, still sounding upset. I sigh now, knowing this was to come. Too scared to disobey, I take my hands from the rough wall and grab the bottom of my shirt. Lifting it up slowly, I reach my bra. This bra is my fav bra, and I wore it to give me luck though the day. My fingers slip under the bra and with a tug, my large sore breasts bounce free. All any of them can see is the sides of my bared breasts, but that doesn't stop of the two new guys from gasping then cheering. Tears fall as the humiliation of actually holding up my own bra and shirt like this is too overwhelming. I'm not a spring break flasher or anything. I'm just a normal girl that shouldn't be pushed into this. "Press those fatties against the wall," Jake orders and I cringe. The wall is rough and dirty, and he wants me to put my sore bosoms against it? "You heard him!" Amy states while I'm thinking. I'm pushed forward roughly, my breasts pressed against the warm brick wall. I feel Amy's hands on my back, pushing as hard as she can, making me feel the roughness of the brick biting into my skin. "You should have seen them yesterday, after what I did," Jake tells whomever as I'm being squeezed. My breasts feel like they are slowly being flattened under my own body weight. Their sensitivity is far worse from all that happened yesterday, especially the nipples that were clamped for at least 2 hours. It gets so intense, I have to bite my lip not to yell. "She said what size they were, but I forgot, something freakish, like 44 F or G or something," Jake keeps on his casual conversation. "Never seen a cow so small with udders that big," the friend tells Jake, and my legs feel like jelly as I'm being referred to as a cow. A part of me actually hopes a teacher comes by and frees me. "Let her go," Jake says, and Amy stops pressing after one last moment. I take a step back, my breasts throbbing. Looking down at them, I see the small indentions of the brick in my red skin, plus a thin layer of what looks like dirt. The texture of the brick makes them look bumpy and rough, and I hope it goes away quickly. "Turn around Jugs to show those fatties, but hold up the shirt, we don't want to see your stupid ugly face," Jake orders, actually sounding disgusted. This rocks me almost as hard as a punch to the gut. In a daze, I hold up my shirt and bra higher, so all I see is the gray of the shirt and feel the stretch of my bra. I turn slowly, again hampered by my shorts. Each step makes more dirt pour out, making me itch. And each move makes my tender breasts jiggle more and more. Now I'm in front of the group, my bare, indented dirty breasts exposed. I'm unable to see, but I imagine the new guys' mouths are dropped open. For a long while no one says anything. Like an object, I stay on display, letting them all stare. I feel the way my breasts heave as I'm almost panting from the overwhelming feeling. Plus, I feel the way my bra wants to snap down if I don't keep holding it tight. The silence is broken with laughter as someone pulls my panties forward, purposely exposing my womanhood. Then, I feel dirt being poured into my crotch. Groaning, I feel my tender womanhood being buried in dirt as everyone laughs. Then, whoever did it, releases my panties, letting them snap back, filled with dirt. "I don't believe this man!" One of the guys cheers, obviously excited. "Do more, do more!" he gloats, plainly loving my humiliation and wanting more. Why should I expect less? He's friends with Jake, so by association he's an asshole. My only hope is someone will come by and save me. "Like what?" Jake asks the excited friend. "What you want to see?" He adds, sounding bored while his friend sounds so excited. "I don't know man, but, like, man, those tits!" He says enamored, making me feel like I want to throw up. "They'll so freaking huge!" He exclaims, and my face burns so hot I fear I might have stroke. If only I could dive into a giant hole and never come out. "Jugs, start jumping... until your panties fall to the ground," Jake suddenly orders, and I get a horrible feeling this is the start of a cruel plan he's just thought up. I don't start jumping as I have to process the thought of what's about to happen. If I start jumping, my breasts will bounce around wildly, which will surely make them hurt worse. They are already sore, plus are still tingling from being smushed against the brick wall. If my panties fall, I'll be completely exposed. These two new losers will see everything. As much as I hate to say it, I kinda would like my panties off, so my most precious parts are not surrounded in dirt. I jump a small jump, a soft jump, and I feel my shorts slide a little under me. While in the air, I feel my breasts rise, then fall once I hit the ground to bounce. This small action grants cheers from everyone as they clearly liked the visually humiliating task. I then jump again, and again. It only takes a few jumps, but my breasts bounce wildly. It feels like someone is pulling and pushing them as I jump, making them hit together, hit the raised shirt, and smack against my chest and stomach. As I jump, I try to focus on getting my panties down so I can stop. I even manage to block out the 'go, go, go' chants the group is doing. With each jump my panties slide more and more due to the weight, but they stubbornly stay on. Exhaling, I finally feel my panties finally plop to the ground. Able to stop, I breathe hard as I feel the open air on my bottom half. Despite being mortified from being completely naked for strangers, I can actually feel everything coated with dirt. I even feel the tiny grains of dirt that have moved inside me. "What a dirty pussy," Jake comments, making everyone laugh. "Take her ugly ass shirt and the kite she calls a bra," he orders and hands grab at my shirt, yanking it upward. They pull both my bra and shirt off me, and almost takes my head too. I attempt to hold onto my shirt, as I know if I let go, it's the last time I'll see it. But it's yanked out of my hands with ease. I am now completely naked for the group. In instinct, I use my arms to try and cover my nakedness. One arm makes a hand bra to hide my breasts while my other hand moves down to cover my womanhood. When I hide it, I feel the layer of dirt. The four are in front of me, looking at me as if I wasn't human. Jake moves away, pocketing my shirt and bra in his back pocket like a prize. Oddly, I see Amy holding my shoe laces in her hands. No one says anything, they just stare at me. After several long moments I ask as politely as I can, "May I please have my clothes back?" I desperately want to dust my bottom half off but I much rather have my clothes back. And I figure, they aren't going to do anything else. What more can they do? There's nothing out here. Nothing for them to use on me or anything. "No, but you can walk to the fence and face it," Jake answers uncaring. I turn to look at the fence, unsure of what he means to do. Amy suddenly moves forward as if she means to push me again, but I start walking before she can. In a hurried walk, I move to the fence, aware that my complete backside is being seen. Finally, I step in front of the fence so close I'm almost touching. "Hands up," Jake barks and I feel him move behind me. I don't move at first as I want to ask 'why,' but my arms are forced up by 2 sets of powerful hands. The unforgiving hands raise my arms high in the air, making me press against the fence. I gasp and whimper at this, as my face is pressed against the metal fence. Bad First Day the Next Day "Hold them right there," Jake commands whoever holds me. At this point I don't even bother fighting. What's the point? "Please, please, no more," I ask for mercy as the hands holding me almost lift me to my tiptoes. No one replies to me, but I feel my shoe laces being wrapped around my wrists and then the fence. I'm unable to see it, but I feel my wrists being wrapped tighter and tighter, securing my wrists to the fence way over my head. "This will make for a pleasant find for someone," Jake says, and the others laugh and let go. No one holds me anymore, but the laces are extremely strong and hold me tight. As a test, I try to pull back on them to break, but I can't. They are too strong. I'm forced to hold back a laugh as I see the pond which I originally came to see. It's the only thing I can see now. I see it, plus the metal rungs of the fence. "Let's decorate her a bit," Jake suggests. "Ouch!" I cry as I feel something small whip my back painfully. Then it hits me again, making me jerk. I can tell by the size that it's my other shoelace. Someone is whipping me with my own shoelace. "Try this on Jugs," Amy mocks, and whips again, this time on my lower back. It hurts so back I try to move, but I'm only able to tilt slightly to the left and right. I'm stuck. As if floodgates where opened, everyone seems to want to join in. I feel the lace hitting me repeatedly, while someone spank my ass and someone else pinches me horribly. Someone even pulls my hair. I try to move to fend off, but I can't. I can barely even cry out. "Hey, stop," Jake says, sounding like he just remembered something. "We don't have all day, and I want her fucked," Jake tells the group and my heart both sinks and tingles at the same time. He's going to fuck me... again. He's going to rape me. And I'm not sure if I want it or hate it. Just like before, he wants to make sure he shows his dominance over me, by putting me in the worst possible place. He doesn't even care about the dirt smeared all over my pussy and ass. He's going to make sure I'm owned. "John, climb the fence, I want you on the other side," Jake barks his order and whoever John is moans a moan of disproval. I barely even understand what Jake says as I'm still thinking about how Jake fucked me yesterday. How it was the best and worst sex I've ever had or will ever have. Even now, I feel myself becoming ready and open between my legs, which is crazy. How could I? After all they have done. The fence rattles and shakes as John climbs up and over. It takes a few moments and a few grunts, but he finally jumps off so he's on the other side. When he's there, he looks me straight in the eye with an evil smirk. He's seeing me helpless and is enjoying it greatly. I half expect him to start poking with his finger, knowing I can't move. "I want to do an experiment," Jake says, and I think he's talking to John. "See if her breasts can be pulled through the rungs," Jake orders and I gasp in shock. No, no way. Those rungs are barely a few inches wide in any direction. There's no way, no way at all it's possible. "Wait, please, no," I say showing my honest fright, not holding anything back. "Wait, please! I'll do anything, just not... " I start, but Amy pushes me with all her might forward, shoving me against the fence. I try to push back, but every part of me, my legs, my back, even my head is pushed forward. In horror, I feel John attempt to grab my breast though the fence, but is unable. He grabs, pinches and tugs at the tender skin, but he's unable to get a grip. Then he pinches the nipple hard, harder than the clamps from yesterday. With a forceful tug, he pull my nipple, and begins the slow process of shoving my breast though the rung. "No, no, no, no!" I chant over and over as I close my eyes, but it doesn't help. Pain like I've never felt before racks my breast as it's forced through the unforgiving rung. My breast rubs against the cruel rough metal, making me wish I had smaller breasts. There's too much to shove through. My breast feels both crushed and squeezed at the same time. Now that enough of the breast is through the rung, John lets go of the nipple and uses both hands to force even more though. He paws, grabs and sinks his nails in to pull more out, until finally, almost all of my breast hangs through the run. Then he starts on the next one, and I can't help but cry. My nipple is tugged mercilessly as my breast flesh is made to go inside the rung. The pain gets so intense, I nearly pass out. Both breasts feel beaten and scratched, as if used for a punching bag. Once again, he pulls at my nipple until he has enough though then uses his both hands. Finally he stops, and let's go of them. Unable to help it, I open my eyes to see them, and the sight is surreal. I can look down, but I see most of my breasts on the other side of the fence. They aren't hurt as in blood or anything, but they are both even redder and sore. I feel the base of my breasts swelling and pulsing as it's in such a small opening. I stare at my breasts now, and look past the pain I feel. For the first time ever, I feel like an object. I didn't even feel that way yesterday, but I do now. I'm nothing. Nothing but an object to display and strip. To abuse and spank. "That was some work!" John comments, wiping his brow mockingly. I see how helpless I am now, but it doesn't really matter. There's no way I can get out of this. Even if my hands weren't tied, there's no way I could just pull my breasts back through the rung without help. I'm stuck. I'm helpless. I'm an object. "Stop, please," I say to John in a weak voice, as he begins to poke a finger at my breasts, like a child playing with something for the first time. He pokes one breast then another, poking at random places. As he does, he giggles a stupid giggle, showing he's enjoying himself. "Jake, wait, can I do one thing before?" I hear Amy ask behind me, malice in her voice. Anger flares in me at this, but not because she's about to hurt me even more. I want Jake to fuck me, and she's stopping him. I want it now. NOW. I want to be fucked like the object I am, but no, she has to do whatever! "Here you go!" Amy exclaims, and rubs dirt over every part of my face she can reach. She smears it all over, even makes it go up my nose and in my mouth. Then she pours it in my hair and down my shoulders, smearing it as best as she can. The moment she stops, I feel someone pressing against my back. Hands, rough strong hands grab at my thighs and then hips. They lift my entire body upward, just a little as they spread my legs. My legs are bent as I'm lifted until my raised knees touch the fence. My breathing is just a pant now. This is it. It's about to happen. Then I feel him, pressing against my womanhood. It's Jake. He's about to fuck me. He holds my body up as if I weighed nothing, making my breasts stretch as they are held by the fence. My bound wrists and breasts support my upper body while he holds my lower half. Without warning or care, he shoves himself inside me, impaling me. I'm so thankful that the laces and Jake hold me, because otherwise I would have collapse. The feeling of him inside me is rapturous. The feeling of being own and used is unlike anything ever. No drug or beer could make you feel this good. Jake begins thrusting, digging himself deeper and deeper inside of me. As he does, I barely even register what any of the others are doing. I think Amy is smearing dirt or mud on me, but I'm not sure. I just don't care. I don't even care they are watching me get fucked like a bitch in heat. All I feel is the evil warmth between my legs that is building. Jake moves faster, and each thrust hits my body like a punch. I'm shoved into the fence with each thrust, making the nearby fence rattle and shake. I wouldn't be surprised if the fence shakes for yards and yards away. That evil warmth inside builds and builds, making me hotter and hotter. I feel so hot if I was tossed inside the pond, the water would disappear. Even my breaths come out shaken and jagged. My eyes can't even stay still as I feel such blissful waves wash all over me. I see the pond, the sky, my breasts, everything all at once. "Yes, yes, yes," I whisper with each thrust. Jake's starting to get faster and faster, making the warmth build and build. Suddenly, Jake pulls out. He lets go of me, and barely catch myself with my legs. My legs tremble and quiver, threatening to give out and make me be held up by my wrists and breasts. "NO!" I cry, wishing I could see him. The burning between my legs is so intense, I have to hold back screaming. It feels like a part of me is missing without his dick. My pussy actually feels like it's grapping, trying to find it. "NO, COME BACK," I demand, needing to be fucked. He didn't even finish. Why did he stop? He needs to finish. Without it, I'm nothing. I'm not owned, I'm not used. Without it, I'm just pathetic. I need it. I... I... need... to cum. "Please... fuck me," I try and say, the overwhelming need making my breath swallow. "Why?" Jake causally asks, as if he wasn't just fucking my brains out. "You... you have to fuck me... fuck me!" I demand, uncaring of how crazed or stupid I sound. To accent this, I spread my legs as much as I can and try to arch my ass out for him. "Nah," Jake says, sneering. "Wasn't doing anything for me," he says and laughs, evilly. Then, everyone else laughs the same cruel, evil laugh. "NO, please!" I plead, needing it worse than ever. I've never needed anything than this. It almost feels like I might die if I don't. "P-p-please... I... I need it," I confess to him, wishing I could see him instead of the pond. My heart pounds furiously and if ever I needed to touch myself it is now. But I can't. My hands are securely bound. I can't even rub my thighs together. "Need what?" Jake asks, his voice mocking. "Tell me what Jugs needs," he hisses, loving his power over me and my torment. "J-J-jugs needs," I start, hating to used that as my name. "Jugs needs your masterful c-c-cock in her dirty pussy," I beg in the most crude way possible to make him do it. All this does is make everyone laugh at me again. "So, you want your pussy stuffed?" Jake questions, considering it. "YES!" I instantly reply, showing how badly I need it. "Alright, I think I can do that," Jake agrees, and my heart leaps. "Oh thank you, thank you," I whisper in between my pants. I close my eyes as I wait for it, waiting for his member right on that warm black hole in between my legs. Instead of feeling him between my legs, I feel my right foot being grabbed and spread. It's lifted and moved all the way to the fence. Then, I feel something wrapping around my ankle. It takes a moment, but I figure what it is by touch; it's my bra. Someone is tying my ankle to the fence with my bra. But why? All I want is to be fucked. "P-please," I beg louder, wanting, needing him inside me. I wish I could break free of everything and just take him, instead of being helpless. "Just hold on," Jake replies, and then I feel my left ankle spread and pulled. It's tied as well with what feels like my other shoelace. Both legs are spread as wide as they can go with my wrists tied over head. This puts more stress on my breasts as I sink down, but most of all, I can't move at all. I can't even wiggle. But best of all, my pussy is wide open and spread for him. "Time to get stuffed," Jake announces, and I can tell he's holding back laughter. Even the others let out hushed chuckles. Something that feels like a rag is pressed against my womanhood now instead of a cock. I gasp, then whine as I feel this, wondering what they are doing. It's a large rag or a piece of cloth or something. Then I moan as I feel a finger roughly shove part of the cloth inside me. I moan again, as the finger pushes more inside me. The feeling is both painful and blissful at the same time. Unable to help it, I attempt to rock my hips, wanting to thrust on the finger and make it go deeper. After the next couple pushes, I begin to feel quite a lot of the rag or whatever it is being pushed inside. It's almost getting a bit uncomfortable. No, it is uncomfortable. "W-what are you doing?" I ask, wincing. The fingers keep going, shoving more and more of it inside my womanhood, filling me up. To my horror, I figure what it is. They're shoving my gym shirt inside me. Or at least partly inside me. A new humiliation strikes now, as I know I'm not going to be fucked. I'm not even good enough for it. I'm so pathetic they rather shove a shirt in me than fuck me. "There, now you are stuffed," Jake says and everyone laughs. Reaching a new low, I let my face rest against the fence and let it burn. I'm naked. My entire body is covered in dirt and mud. My tender breasts have been squeeze though the fence, and my hands and feet are bound to the fence. And now, my shirt hangs in between my legs like a tail while part of it is shoved inside me. There is no lower I can go. I'm proved wrong as the sock from my foot is tugged off, and then wrapped around my mouth as a gag. "Let's go," Jake says to his friends, and I hear them start to move. Even John climbs back over the fence, laughing heartly. "Don't worry, I'm sure someone will find you," Jake says, and everyone laughs. Then... I hear them walking away, leaving me completely naked, helpless and gagged after being utterly abused and humiliated. Ashamed, all I can do is just look at the pond. Bad First Day "Since you asked so politely," Jake laughs. He grabs a handful of the net and pulls hard, making me jerk forward. Like a pet being dragged, I'm forced to follow him towards one of the many shelves. As I'm being pulled, someone slaps my bare ass from behind. When we reach the shelves, Jake grabs a pair of scissors. Closing my eyes as I fear him cutting me, I don't want to watch this. I feel him putting the scissors inside the net just under my breasts. Slowly he cuts a large circle, with each cut the pressure gets lessened. He finishes the hole, which is much smaller than my breast. With his rough hands and sharp nails, he reaches in the net to grab a handful of my breast, then forces it out. My breasts pops out, or should I say, its squeezed out. It still hurts, but it's nowhere as bad as before. Then, he does the same for the other, poking it out from a hole. "Look, that better?" Jake orders, making me look down at my bare breasts, sorry, my tits, hanging out, red basketball net lines pressed hard into them. This sight is one I can't believe I'm seeing. Me, naked, bound in an old, dirty basketball net, with my tits out and helpless. "This is a much better look for you," Jake says, pushing me so I stumble back to the front of all of them again. Now the other two get a look of the object with her tits hanging out, so they can laugh and make fun of me. "It's only a start," Jake comments, and begins searching again. Mark reaches out and grabs the net on my stomach with both hands. He moves my side to the left, then to the right, making my tits sway and jiggle. The girl laughs as he keeps this up, going faster, making my breasts bounce more. Jake returns after he finds something and hands them to his friends. For a moment I get tense as all three come at me at the same time. Then I see what they have in their hands; markers. The girl moves the faster and immediately uncaps her marker and begins to write or draw on my left tit. Jake moves behind me and out of sight, but I feel the felt cap moving against my still red ass. Mark kneels to my right side and I feel him draw a wide circle on my stomach. All three draw/write on me with their colored markers for a long while, laughing as they do, suggesting different things to write or draw. Several minutes pass as I stand there quiet, looking upward with my one eye, unable to look at them as they do this. Finally, Jake seems to get bored and moves to sit back down. Mark does the same after a few moments, but the girl keeps going. After she does my breasts, she moved to my womanhood, then my arms, and now my legs. She has a very cruel and intense aura around here. It's clear she is getting some sick sexual pleasure from this. "Look at how we improved you," Jake says and I look down. For starters the girl drew a bulls-eye target thing on my left breast with the nipple as the bulls-eye. On the other breast she wrote 'big o' titty' in fat letters with what looks like fingerprints of someone grabbing the breast. Written on my stomach and the net, Mark drew a huge circle and the words, 'I'm fat here.' It points out what I know very well, I don't have a flat stomach, but I'm not fat. He did the same on my hips and thighs. There are crudely drawn penises aimed at my womanhood from both hips, and the girl drew eyes above my vagina, making it look like my womanhood is alive. The girl at the moment is drawing what look like stick figures fornicating up and down my legs. Jake and Mark sit back in their chairs, watching the girl go, with wide sick smiles. Then they light up the joint again, showing they are not scared of me yelling or running, nor of anyone stopping them. I've never felt owned before, but this is what it is. Jake owns me. My personal space, my wants, are all gone. What makes the feeling worse, is that somewhere, deep inside, I sorta like it. "Alright, Jugs," Jake says in a causal tone, giving me a new name. "I'll give you a choice," he muses. "This is a very important choice too," he adds. "You have to choose to enter have my dick up in ya pussy, or we find something in the room and put it in," he states, motioning around to the equipment on the shelves. Panic grips me at the sound of this. I feel my eyes widen and my mouth drop. This makes everything else they've done seem minor. Horrible pictures of them putting crude, odd shaped things inside my most precious part flow though my head. Again, I wish this was a nightmare I could wake from. "Y-y-your p-penis," I answer in a soft choked voice. "Wrong," Jake calls out like a game show buzzer. "The correct way to answer, is my dick," he corrects. "Y-your dick," I say but he ignores me. "So you choose to have not only my dick, but anything else we want too," he announces as he stands. "Amy, go find something interesting," he orders, and like an obedient friend, she stops drawing on me and rushes away. "Please," I plead. "Just your dick," I beg as he walks towards me. The thought of getting raped is bad enough...well, actually, it's not bad. I hate to admit it, but a part of me wants it. It's like my body is craving it to complete the feeling of being owned. It's sick, perverted and horrible, but I feel that arousal inside me. But the horror of being violated by something other than a penis is almost more than I can stand. "Please!" I beg, my voice almost a squeal. Jake only smiles as he grabs my hair. With a handful of it, he yanks to pull me forward. Using my hair as a leash, he leads me to a shelf that is almost empty, but is dusty and dirty. "Go on, bend over and get in there," he orders, positioning me in front of it. All I do is stare at it. First, it's not long enough, if I do in, my head will hit the wall. Plus, the dirt and dust will be wiped all over me. And if I do go in, without the use of my arms, I'll be stuck! I'll have no way to pull myself out. I'll be stuck there until something pulls me out. "You want to be a good little coward, right?" Jake asks, "Or you me to get mean?" He asks, sounding upset. I have to stop myself from scoffing. Does he seriously think he hasn't been mean yet? After all he's done to me? Feeling like the coward he calls me, I begin to lean over, and partly fall into the shelf. I fall on the space, which only makes my breasts feel like they've been crushed. Once I'm bent, Jake pushes my ass, making my body move forward, the top of my head hitting the wall. Next, I feel my legs being kicked apart roughly. The thought that my womanhood is being seen like this makes me close my eyes in shame. "This will be good," the girl says to herself, no doubt finding something for me. Now I hear the sound of a zipper being undone, and then pants being pushed down. In all my life, I never even pictured me having sex in my school, and here I am, in school, naked, written on, with dust and dirt clinging to my throbbing breasts. "Perfect height," Jake comments happily, and then presses his member in between my cheeks. My body tenses, but there's nothing I can do, and honestly, I want it. He teases, by sliding his hard member up and down my crack, almost treating it as if it was a weapon. The sensation of this makes goose bumps run all over me, and I almost consider saying, 'quit playing!' Then he places his member at my womanhood, and I almost moan. My face burns again at the thought I almost moaned like a whore, and he hasn't even started. "OOOOooooohhhhhh," I say in a long moan as he slowly pushes himself inside. It's a feeling like no other, a controlling force sliding in me, filling me with warmth in a place that has never known it. He goes in deep and keeps himself there, enjoying the feel of my pussy, as he calls it, and the way it clings to him. I'm actually surprised he did make fun of how wet I am. Jake pulls back, which makes me gasp, and then thrusts forward, making me moan again with a shudder. He starts now, thrusting in and out, starting slow, but getting faster and faster. He's barely even going when I feel waves of glorious warmth run over me, making my body twitch and jerk while my eyes roll. An orgasm like I've never felt before hit so fast I could never have prepared myself for it. Fast intense waves that I can't handle move over me and then stop as fast as they start. And then Jake really starts. A clapping sound, much like when he was spanking me echoes around the room. He keeps a steady strong place as he fucks me on this shelve. All the times I've made love before, my partner always went too slow and made sure to be gentle and make sure he didn't hurt or break me. But this...this isn't love, this is sex. Crude, hard, fast, glorious sex. He's not being gentle at all, in fact, I think he is trying to break me like a horse. The top of my head starts hitting the wall with every thrust, making a thud, thud, thud sound. I'm unable to help the moans and groans of pleasure and pain that come out of my mouth as he keeps going. Stopping them would be like trying to stop my heart from beating. And they only get louder when he pulls my hair to lift my head. Now my forehead hits the wall with each thrust. My womanhood begins to feel raw and tender as he goes on, and on. I've lost track of time, but at least 10 minutes pass with him going and going, picking up speed. No one has ever gone this loud and steady with me before. And my small body rocks squeals on the shelf, smearing dust and dirt all over my stomach and breasts, making me itch in a way I never thought I would love. Jake begins to huff now, making the sounds that every man does when he's about to cum. Yet instead of finishing, he keeps going, only getting faster. He picks up the speed to an almost unbearable level, where I have to bite my lip not to scream. He's fucking me so hard it feel like my body is being crushed like an accordion. He's trying to shove his dick far enough inside to reach my stomach. Then it happens, I cum. If I wasn't bound with the net, I would be flopping around like a fish. This orgasm is so hard I almost pass out. My entire body feels like it was dunked in a hot tub filled with pleasure. I feel so hot I could melt an ice glacier. Wave after wave hit, going off like fireworks, filling me with not just physically pleasure, but emotional. I open my eyes, no telling how much later, and find that I'm still bent over in the shelf, but Jake's not fucking me any longer. My body is still burning hot, but I can feel the cold of the metal shelves and the itch of the dust. Now I'm aware of the sticky gooey feeling that's moving slowly between my butt cheeks. Jake came. But not inside me. I think he came high in between my cheeks. Then my emotions tell me yes, he did because it will drip down and mesh against everything down there. "Wow, this bitch...just wow," Jake says almost in a pant. From the sound of it, he enjoyed fucking me almost as much as I do. This makes me feel so proud in such a perverse way, a way I can't explain logically. "You want in?" Jake asks, and Mark replies, "No, I don't do sloppy seconds." To this, I'm actually disappointed. As sad as that sounds, I wouldn't mind being fucked again. I wouldn't mind if I was fucked for 12 straight hours. "Plus man, we got to go, school's gonna let out in a bit," Mark informs. I should feel horrible and sacred that I missed not just gym class, but more all the rest on my first day, but I don't. Right now that doesn't matter. All that matters is that I am owned. I am helpless. And I like it. "You find anything?" I hear Jake ask. "Oh yes," the girl replies happily. Her happy sounding voice sounds so mean, and I begin to worry about what she's found. The boys doing this to me is blissful ownership, but her is shameful and scary owning. A hand grabs my hair and shoulder then slides me out of the shelf. As I'm slid out, my breasts make a squealing sound as they press against the metal, and I can see the trail of missing dirt behind me. My legs are still very wobbly, and I almost fall to the ground, but Jake keeps me upright by holding my hair. Standing on display again, I find I'm not ashamed of my breasts any longer, which have to be covered in dust. They are more like prizes for these people. I've tried so hard to hide them, but if they had their way, they would make me show them off. Jake, with Mark helping, drag/carry me back to the bare wall where this started. They press my back to the wall and Jake steps in front. "Alright, here's what's going to happen," Jake says, looking in my eyes just like a man talking to his dog. "Amy's gonna give you some, well, what you might call homework," Jake teases. "You will not remove them or mess with them. You will keep them on until you get home, you understand?" Jake orders, and I just nod my head faintly, having no idea what he's talking about. "I'm going to give you some clothes to wear when we are finished, but you are to go straight home. You will not stop to get your bags or talk to anyone, especially teachers. And I don't care if anyone notices you, you head for your home," he orders, and slaps my cheek as if I wasn't listening. Again I nod, but faster. Amy, steps in front of me with a very evil grin as Jake moves to the side to hold me. My eye dips down to see what she's holding in her hand. It's a clip of some sort. It's a small, dull metal clip, the type that teachers use to bind a pile of paper, but bigger. My eyes widen as she grabs my left breast with her hand, digging her nails in to hold up the breast. What's worse than the nails is that her hand is so cold it hurts. I'm forced to watch as she lifts the breast, then slaps/pats at it crudely to get the dust off. Next she extends her tongue towards it, while looking me dead in my eye. Like she's licking an ice cream cone, she licks my nipple with a long lick, leaving her saliva over it. Then she puts my tender nipple in her mouth and sucks a hard, painful suck, no doubt leaving a red hickey that will last for days. And her completes her goal, as I feel the nipple get painfully hard. In a fast move, she puts the clamp on my hard nipple. Sharp pain shoots up the nipple straight to my mouth, and someone puts a hand over my mouth to hide my scream. The clamp bites down hard, squeezing the tender nipple in a way that it shouldn't be squeezed. As I gagged and muffled, I hear Amy laugh as she drops the breast and the clamp sticks out. The other breast gets the same exact treatment. It's first slapped and patted all over to get the dust off, leaving the breast red and a bit swollen. Next is the long lick, but this time she starts at the very bottom of the breast and licks all the way up. When she sucks on it this time, she also bites, leaving red teeth marks around my breast, but doesn't break the skin. Now the clamp is added, biting down on the nipple even harder than the first. Instead of letting the breast drop, she bats it to the side with a slap as if my breast was a tetherball. Without stopping, Amy slaps the insides of my thigh, signaling she wants me to part my legs. Instead, I try hard to keep them together as a way to fight the pain on my nipples and I've deathly scared of what she might do. My nipples hard bad enough, I can't have her hurt my womanhood! My efforts are worthless and the two strong boys each grab a leg and pull. Once they do, I don't even bother to fight. This is just part of being owned I guess. Nothing is safe, every part is out and helpless for her evil intension. "There it is," Amy sneers, and I feel her cold hands part my lips, or to correct myself to what Jake wants, she parts my pussy lips. Showing no signs of modesty or compassion, her cold fingers pinch my clit. This sends shivers up and down my spine as he pulls on it, the cold trying to freeze my most sensitive place. Another scream comes out as I feel a clamp biting my clit. And again a hand is placed over my mouth stopping the sound. I howl, twitch and jerk from the pain, but it's hopeless, I can't move. I have to take this, and their laughter as they do this to me. The effect of the clamps is horribly painful, but pleasurable as well. It's like some deep dark part of me knows that I deserve this for all the pleasure I received. "Watch her," Jake grunts when he sees me looking up, trying to block out the pain. Before I even start to move, he yanks my hair to look down at Amy. She is kneeling in front of me, smiling like the Devil. Her closed fist is waved around teasingly, like she wants me to guess what's inside. Then, raising it up some, she opens it to reveal an old plastic whistle with a lanyard, what looks like a jump rope handle, and a pen. I'm lost to why she's showing me this, but it comes quickly what she's about to do. She's going to shove them inside my pussy. Immediately I start to try and wiggle free again, finally starting to fight. But it's too late and useless, I'm stuck. I can't even scream because of the hand over my mouth. I'm forced to watch as Amy laughs and places the whistle against my pussy's entrance. She holds it there, making sure I feel the old dirty coach's toy, then without warning pushes it inside. It's so cold and sharp, it feels like every part of it is poking against me. And what's worst, the lanyard is hanging out like a deformed long tampon string. Next she puts jump rope handle against my opening, holding it to look like a small dildo. She teases by making a circle with it, rubbing it along the sides of my opening. With no attempt to be gentle, she pushes it inside, making the whistle go deeper and making me shudder. As gross and humiliating as this is, a part of me wants to moan. The handle is so wide and big I'm sure plenty would use it as a sex aid. Amy uses a single finger to push it in all the way inside me, until it disappears. My poor pussy feels violated and filled in a very unnatural way. The pen is pressed in now, with no foreplay at all. It lightly scraps the side of my pussy as she moves it next to the handle. With the pen next to the handle, it feels like my pussy is being stretched. I've never had anything inside of me that hasn't come out just as fast. The feeling is both horrible but interesting. To add the final insult, Amy pushes the pen cap inside me as well, wedging it along the pen. And despite the whistle being so far in, the lanyard still partly hangs out. The two guys hold me, as I feel pain mixed with pleasure. I look at my used and abused body, and instead of the girl I've always known, I see a piece of property. A piece of property to be owned and used, abused and humiliated. The shame I felt earlier is gone as I feel free in a way I've never known. But I don't ever want anyone to know about this. The boys let me go, and I just lean against the wall, my legs spread to try and ease the objects inside of me. Still feeling the horrible biting feeling, I can't believe I can't take them off until I get home. For sure they will be numbed. Even the marker drawings will take days to scrub off. Now Jake, Amy and Mark all move around the room, gathering their things, I think. From the corner of the room Jake picks up something from the floor. Amy is picking up what I think is her backpack and a purse. And Mark just stands looking at me, until I see what he's really doing. He's taking a pic of me on his cell phone. Since he's holding it so long, I guess he's not really taking a pic but making a video for his own personal amusement. I'm almost positive it'll be out on the internet by tonight, but I don't do anything. "Here," Jake barks as he throws some clothes at my feet. From the look of it, it's a gym outfit, much like the one I had, but these are old, dirty and huge. They look like they were for some short jumbo football player. "Those are the clothes you will wear," Jake orders as he walks to me. He moves to my right slide and grabs the net by my shoulder. He jerks and yanks down on it, in a very rough way. Then, not being gentle in any way, he forces my right arm out of the net to be freed. Bad First Day "You are not to take anything off," he states again, then moves to my other side to free my left arm. I rub my freed arms, feeling the lines the tight net made on them. "Not the net, not the clamps, nothing, you understand?" Jake barks, grabbing my hair and pulling back. Yelping a little I look up at him and yes, "Y-yes!" He lets go with a downward push, meaning for me to hurry up and get dressed. Slowly and painfully I bend over for the clothes. I want to remove the biting clamps, but fear keeps my freed arms away from them. Who knows what they would do if I did. Instead, I grab the shirt. With both hands, I manage to put it over my head and slide it down. That's when I discover how huge the head hole is. It looks like someone pulled and tugged at it a long time ago to make it unnaturally large. The hole's so large that it shows one bare shoulder, like a bad dress. Worse of all, it's short! It doesn't even cover my full stomach. It stops halfway down my stomach, where the net and the fat circle is seen.The clamps press against the shirt, and new pain surges through them. Now I see how the clamps poke out of the shirt. If anyone looks, they will know I have something on them. "When you get home, you will stand in your front yard until we arrive, so we can make sure you did as you are told," Jake orders sternly, and I shakily reply "Yes," as I think of what the new neighbors will think when they see that. My family won't be home for hours, but I don't know about the neighbors. I put my feet in the shorts' holes and then slowly pull them up. Leaning over poses a very hard and pained challenge with everything shoved inside me. These shorts are extremely wide, so wide I have to bunch the excess in my right hand to hold them up. I'll have to do this the entire time or they'll fall. But I can't hold them too tight because if I do, they press against my clit clamp, making it hurt worse. Oh this is not going to be good. Mark holds the door to the room open now, and I hear the sound of the halls being filled with students wanting to go home. Amy and Jake stand behind me, all with their bags and things with them. All seem extremely confident I won't race out of here and tell the first teacher I find what they did. In fact, I'm thinking they are hoping I do, so everyone can find what I allowed them to do. "Let's go, come on!" Jake barks, slapping my ass to make me move forward. With a yelp, I move forward, almost dropping my shorts. Now it feels like I'm really in a dream. I'm actually about to be freed? With all this pain I feel and these foreign clothes, I'm about to be freed back with normal people? As soon as I step out, I hear renewed laughing. Almost instantly, I see people stopping to look at me. A small crowd quickly forms, stopping the fast movement of the hallway. In panic I only look back, not understanding why they are stopping. I have clothes on, and the clamps can't be seen that easy. "Nice panties!" Some girl yells, and in horror I forgot they were on my head. I had gotten so used to them covering my one eye, I forgot all about them. Shame makes my face red as dozens of people see this. My free hand moves up to remove them, but a voice growls, "Did I say to remove them?" At that, I stop. Defeated, I just stand there while more and more people gather, looking at the stupid girl with panties on her head. Few talk to each other, wondering if this is a joke, while others roll their eyes as if I just want attention. Then I feel someone tug at my over large shorts. With me distracted, I wasn't holding them tight, and now, they fall to the ground. Walking away, I see Mark with a evil smile on his face, knowing he did it. My bare clamped pussy comes out to everyone's view because of him, and every see's the drawings and fat circles. The old metal clamp seems to bite down harder now, and I'm sure that's what caused the gasps I'm hearing. Add the bottom of the basketball net and the lanyard hanging out like a string, everyone here thinks I'm a sick, perverted, sexual monster. Horror struck, I bend over as fast as I can, which isn't fast as all from everything they put in me. Right as I grab them, I hear Amy's shrill laugh, and then I feel the back of my shirt pulled. My shirt goes sailing over my head and off, with me barely able to catch it before it hits the ground. Bent over, I'm naked again, my shorts around my feet and shirt in one hand. As fast as I can, I stand up while I jerk one hand up to pull up my shorts. But now everyone sees my large bare breasts, squeezed out of a basketball net. They see the way my breasts jiggle and bounce without a bra, not to mention the drawings all over them. I see everyone's look at my breasts at once, then everyone laugh, giggle, point and whisper. A stunned silence grows as I try hard to put the shirt on, one handed. This proves hard because the hold is so wide, it slips down to catch the end of one of the clamps. Unable to stand it, I move down the wall, trying to adjust the shirt while people laugh or stare at me like a freak. I want to run as fast as I can, but with everything inside my poor pussy, I walk bow-legged and slow, which adds to my torment. This can't be happening. It can't. This has to be a bad dream. And oh god, what's going to happen when I get home?!