Beg the boys to release you

From Create Your Own Story

Maybe they can help! You think to yourself. Oh, how foolish of you. You call out to the boys, asking them to help untie you. They smile gleefully amongst themselves, pushing and shoving each other, all rollick and shout as they approach you steadily, bulges evident in their pants. You look at their uniforms. They're all seniors. They reach you, surrounding you on all sides.

One of the boys, a fat, short and ugly ogre of a man laughs loudly, before grabbing your right breast, handling it roughly, causing a small purple bruise to form right below your nipple. You let out a small yelp, cowering in pain. This excites the boys further, and they undress, eager to pounce on their newfound prey.

You're pushed down, forced to lie on your back on the dewy grass. The aforementioned boy straddles himself on your stomach, his hard, 6 inch cock nestled between your soft breasts. "Looks like its our lucky day; its that stuck-up bitch from school, and we have her all to ourselves!" The boys cheer, and you begin to beg with them. "Wait, please, stop! Let me go, I'm begging you!" You're cut off by a dick ruthlessly shoved in your mouth. The boys don't hesitate to ravage your frail little body, using all your holes as they please. One boy stuffs his cock down your throat. Smegma has built up around the head of his penis. Unfortunate for you. Have fun sucking that down. Another ravages your pussy, taking away your virginity and causing you to bleed profusely as he thrusts into you vigorously. Another boy lies beneath you, hands on your breasts as he strips you of your anal virginity, his fat cock tearing your butt apart, all while a dozen other boys fondle your body, not hesitating to be rough. Your ass is covered in red marks, and your nipples are mercilessly teased, played with and suckled on. You cry and beg and plead, but it all falls on deaf ears. Other than the occasional slap and jeer, no other response is given to your pleas. Eventually you stop begging, closing your eyes and sobbing as you wait for the ordeal to end. There was no pleasure to be had here.


"Alright boys, that's enough now."

Dad? Dad!

For once, you're glad to hear his voice. You turn excitedly, forgetting completely he was the one who got you raped in the first place. Your eyes meet his, and you silently plead with him to be released.

The boy straddling you sighs. Your dad stands to the side, tapping his feet. "Well, boys?" The schoolkids begin discussing amongst themselves. After a few minutes, they all take out their wallets, shelling out whatever money they have.

Seriously? They're trying to buy me off? Fucking asshats, I'm not property! You think to yourself, shaking with rage. You know better than to lash out though.

They approach your dad, cash in hand.

You smirk a bit. They're just a year or so older than me. How much money could they possibly have? Your mind reassures you.

"Damn, alright, that's a load of cash." Your sleezebag dad mumbles.

Your body goes numb. Your dad is a scumbag, but the thought of being sold off to some idiots from your school... its too humiliating to bear.

He can't... possibly consider that, right? You reassure yourself again. Lets hope he doesn't.

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