Missy’s Nightmare

“Going somewhere?” Indy asked with her little clique behind her.

Missy’s heart sank as she prepared for another evening of abuse.  “Nowhere.  I was looking for you.”

“Bullshit, you were running away.  Haven’t you learned who’s in charge yet, slut?”

For months now, the game of cat and mouse had been their routine.  It started in the locker room after a late lecture when Missy had been slow to change.  This left her alone with Indy’s group.  They decided Missy hadn’t done a good enough job of washing herself.  They dragged her back under the water in her underwear and took turns scrubbing her clean.  Indy and her group remained dressed while Missy’s sodden undergarments were slowly discarded.  She walked home, bra and panties stolen, with the feeling of their hands still groping and penetrating her body.

Two days later, they found her in a toilet during lunch and took turns using her tongue to elicit quick little yelps and an orgasm each.  Sometimes they liked to strip her naked and each toy with either a clit or nipple.  They’d work her up without allowing a release, calling her a slut or a fuck toy.  They would force her to speak about being their property and that they could do what they wanted with her body.  They made her admit she liked being molested, stripped, and humiliated.

Then they would eventually make her climax while defiling her, pissing on her hair or chest, dunking her in the toilet, or tipping the contents of a bin over her.  Other times, they would simply humiliate her in front of others, like stripping her and throwing her into the boy’s locker room or toilets.  The second time she got tied to the urinal and covered in twelve loads of cum.  The guys wanking over her helpless nude body.

This was the routine they played out every few days: trap her, use her, and disappear.

“I’m really sorry, Indy.  I didn’t think…”

“Shut up, slut, and address me properly!”

“Sorry, miss, I didn’t mean to.”

“Enough.  Apologize with your tongue.”

Indy’s eyes pointed down to where she held her skirt up, revealing a sheer pair of black panties.  Missy slumped down to her hands and knees, slid the briefs off, and revealed the all-too-familiar pair of pussy lips.  She leaned in, licked up the length of Indy’s opening, and parted its top.

“That’s it, slut, nice and slow.”

Her hands grabbed Missy’s hair to give direction and instruction.  Missy’s will had been broken long ago, so she relaxed into the job, painting her face with a mix of saliva and Indy’s musky dew.  By the time Indy climaxed, a torrent was flowing across Missy’s mouth and nose, over her chin, down her neck, and between her budding breasts.  Indy wiped her pussy off with the brownish-red hair she held in her hand.

“Thanks, Slut, that was just what I needed.”

Missy knew better than to get up.  Indy’s henchwomen hadn’t had their turns yet, but no one else had moved.  Indy could see the wet-eyed face of puzzlement looking up.

“No, they’ll get a go later.  First, I intend to punish you for forgetting your place,” Indy said.

Jesse and Kelly grabbed an arm each and pre-empted any notion of running.  The trio made its way down the corridor, with Indy following.

“Back to where it all started,” Indy informed them.

The journey to the locker room showers was short and, with only the custodial staff left in the college, without interruption.  Picking up a plastic chair along the way, Indy was able to block the only exit from the communal shower.  She sat with Jesse and Kelly on either side, and Missy slumped upon her butt before them.  Her clothes, ruffled and unfurled by the manhandling, displayed her white flower print panties, which she was no longer inclined to fix.

“Strip off the skirt,” barked Jesse.

A smile spread across Kelly’s face as Missy unzipped her skirt and slipped it off her legs.

“Panties, too.”

Kelly collected each garment and handed it to Indy.  She took the childish panties, holding the waistband with her fingers and thumb, and inspected the gusset.

“Slut-juice soaked again,” Indy declared.  “You love being my slave, don’t ya?”

Still splayed on her rump, Missy looked up, her face hidden by hair.  She displayed her pussy which was shaved bare as ordered.

“Yes, miss.  This slut’s pussy drips for her mistress,” Missy said.

Giggles escape Jesse and Kelly.

“Show us those tiny titties of yours.”

This time, Kelly directed Missy’s self-exposure.  Sitting forward, Missy undid her college tie and unbuttoned the shirt.  A similar but unmatched bra hid her last areas of modesty, her pale skin goose-pimpled from her socks to her cheeks.  Socks, shoes, and bra relinquished, Missy was then taken to be drenched in freezing water.  They then tied her to the chair.  Her wrists and ankles secured to its legs, her butt cheeks mooning the room and pussy peeking out below.

“You’ll remember from now on, this belongs to me,” Indy commanded, slapping her hand onto Missy’s upper thigh and groping into her mound.  “When you’re not in class, you come find me.  After lectures, you come here.” Another slap, this time onto the wet lips of Missy’s helpless pussy.  It produced a yelping cry from her other lips.  “OK, girls, have fun, but don’t mark her permanently.”

Looking back, as Indy walked out of the locker room, she saw Kelly lifting a ruler and begin swatting Missy’s ass.  Behind, Jesse was already stuffing her pussy over Missy’s face.  Grinding up and down, Jesse squeaked in delight over her captive’s face.  Yelps and shouts, partially cut off by the suction of a wet snatch, escaped Missy’s mouth as Kelly slapped the ruler down on each buttock’s cheek.  A long moan from Missy took Jesse’s attention away from her building orgasm.  See watched a bored Kelly try to penetrate Missy with one of her shoes.  The tight entrance refused to allow any more than a few inches of the round toe.  Kelly returned to slapping the ruler on her buttocks as the shoe was expelled slowly.

“Bad pussy, naughty pussy, tight pussy!” she yelled until it popped out and allowed the slaps to rain down upon the swollen pussy opening.

The vibrations of each spank seemed to work through Missy and into Jesse as it tipped her into a climatic spasm.  Quickly swapping with Kelly, Jesse’s gentle stroking and probing soon had Missy on the verge of beating Kelly to it.  Sadistically, though, she was never allowed to get off.  Soon, Kelly had her fill.  Both girls rearranged themselves and headed home.  They left Missy there red-assed and obviously aroused, with only her college tie and regulation socks for any lucky janitor to find.

The note left in permanent marker on her exposed ass read: ‘Please fuck this slut before you untie it!’

*****

When Rico, the janitor, found her an hour later, he decided not to risk it but felt as if she was blindfolded with a college tie he could afford a little feel.  Her soft round ass was perfect and demanded a few slaps.  Rubbing around her folds, he could feel it moist and open.  A probing thumb was encouraged further when she groaned and clamped upon his digit.  It all became too much for him.  Missy’s bald pussy was dripping down her legs and demanded a little taste.

Two fingers pumped her while he lapped the engorged clit and produced a new flood.  He was aching now to be in her tight hole and decided fuck it.  Zipping open, his dick sprung free from his trousers.  Twitching with eagerness, he plunged straight in.

“You like that little one, don’t you?” Rico moaned.

Missy could only mumble muffled cries through her sock gag, pleading for the rape to stop.  She prayed that this wouldn’t be how she’d lost her virginity and that someone would come and save her.

“Oh fuck yeah, ya little bitch, you’re fucking loving it.  You tramp!”

He could feel himself getting close already.  He gripped Missy’s butt tight as the fucking stopped with three slow hard pumps.  Then she felt him empty inside her.  Slipping out, he quickly zipped up and looked about the room.  Still empty and silent apart from her moans, he looked back to her abused behind.  His seed was seeping from her puffy red pussy; he wiped it away with his cloth duster.

“So you need a hand, honey, or is someone coming back later?” he asked, leaning over to pull out the damp sock in Missy’s mouth.

Gasping for air at first and relieving a cramped jaw, Missy took a moment to speak.  “Yes, please, can you untie me?”

“OK, honey,” Rico said while cutting the binds with his knife.  “I gotta say you’re one great lay.  Thanks for that.”

Missy’s eyes flitted from the knife in his hand up to her rapist’s eyes and then down, avoiding further contact.

“Umm, thanks, I guess.”

“So you and your boyfriend are into some kinky S&M thing, then?”

“Something like that, yeah,” Missy said, red-faced.

“Well, anytime you want more, just let me know.”

With that, the boiler-suited man left her, unaware he had taken her innocence by force and left her deflowered and without clothes.  A quick search of the room was successful but disappointing.  She found a thin white vest top and grey mini skirt so she wouldn’t have to streak home but would likely flash most of the town.  No luck with shoes or underwear, and with only one wet sock, she would be barefooting it home.

*****

It was a mild June evening, but in so few clothes, Missy felt a bite of the cold.  The thin material of her vest top displayed the result immediately as her nipples stood out hard.  The sky was beginning to darken, so it was only going to get colder; Missy had to think this out.  Too far and sore to walk home, no money for a bus or taxi, and no phone for help.  An idea emerged but immediately caused her stomach to twirl.  Indy lived near the college.

“Fuck that, I’ll limp home.”

Missy defiantly marched on.  The flashes of cold on her neck signaled a new low for Missy as the sky began to drip on her.  At first light, then into proper rain, Missy was left with no other options.  She turned and dashed across the road.  As she approached, Missy could see her reflection in the shop window.  The rain had quickly saturated her top, making it all but invisible, and her pink nipples were plain to see.  Her skirt was not too bad, clinging skin tight about her groin and butt.

Coupled with her sodded hair, soaked legs, and feet, Missy was quite the drenched mess.  Passers-by, focused on their umbrellas and dashing through the rain, only noticed her state as they got close.  One or two whistles and gasps were expressed.  Pausing in a doorway out of the rain, Missy hugged her chest to retain some dignity.  A stranger passed slowly, looking her long legs up and down, then reappeared moments later for a second look.  After a pause, and joined her under the shelter.

“Weren’t expecting rain, then?” he asked, now focusing on her skirt.

Missy gave a half-hearted nod and smiled in answer while tugging her skirt down a bit.  He stepped closer as if to whisper something.  Missy backed toward the door.

“I see you forgot your shoes.”

“Um,” she replied.

“And no bra strap, so…” His body, less than an inch away, pinned Missy against the door with a feeling of warmth against her backside.  “What about panties?  You going full commando in this weather?”

Missy felt the warmth squeeze her cheek and realized the pervert was grabbing her ass.

“Jesus.  Get off me!” she squealed, trying to barge him away and failing.

His other hand worked its way between her arms, under her top, and between her breasts.

“I like little tits.  More than a hand full is a waste,” the stranger stated, emphasizing the word handful by roughly squeezing her tit.

The other hand made its way down her backside and up to explore her abused pussy from behind.

“Stop, please.  Somebody help!” Missy pleaded with the passing world as her skirt was sent sliding down her bare legs and onto her feet.  Missy’s Prayers were answered as someone approached.  “Help get him off me,” she called, looking and pleading with the newcomer to quickly stop her attack.

The stranger closed in, and Missy saw he had his penis out.  “Hurry up, Frank.  I wanna go.”

The newcomer raised her top as far as her arms would allow, exposing each pointed nipple.

“Fuck no, please stop this,” she pleaded.

Frank, now probing front and back, fingered both her holes.  He followed up with a switch over from digit to rigid member.  Being easily lifted up and onto the cock, Missy felt her skirt fall away.  At the same time, the newcomer finished wrestling her soaked vest over her head.  Frank forced his sickly tongue into her mouth.  Now with a cock buried in her cunt and one of their fingers jammed in her ass, all her precious holes were stuffed.

Moving around her, Mr.  Newcomer now positioned himself to bugger her virgin ass.  Missy’s muffled pleading to leave her ass alone was ignored.  A pressure built upon her sphincter and then released.  Some moistened fingers worked to loosen the area.  Frank was getting hot and heavy, breaking the lip lock and allowing her to plead for her ass.

“Please, I’m too tight.  You’ll rip my bum apart,” Missy begged.

“Take my jizz, ya filthy fucking bitch!” commanded Frank.  “There you go cumslut, take my load.”

Frank’s load splashed Missy’s insides while she franticly tried to stop her imminent buggery.

“It’s no good, bitch is too tight,” came the conclusion from behind

She was tipped forward as the flaccid cock slipping out of her pussy was replaced with the rigid one from behind.  Some panic now relieved, Missy assessed the situation.  She was being kissed and fondled by Frank and getting doggy-styled by the failed buggerer.  Whispering in her ear signaled the end in sight: “So, you’re a cum dump?  Then here’s some more baby juice to swell your belly.”

Missy shuddered as a third man emptied into her in as many hours.  Missy paused a second or two before she opened her eyes.  The doorway is clear.  Hatefully, Missy had to pull the soaked vest on again after ringing it out.  She then slipped on her skirt, easing it back up and over the slimy seed leaking out of her body.

“Are you OK?” someone asked.

Fearing the men were back, Missy ran, without hesitation, into the rain again.

Soaked, Missy streaked off down the road.  Her butt cheeks hung out the top of her skirt, her breasts visible through her vest, and her bare feet splashed the puddles as they slapped into the wet pavement.  All thought to cover up gone as passer-by after passer-by was treated to glimpses of her nipples and played peekaboo with her pussy.  Her feet, now numbed by the cold, allowed for a quick dash toward Indy’s house, a flat just off the high street.