EroticReverie

Dear Diary , 

 Today was not much better than yesterday. In fact. It was worse. 

Today I had worn a  pale yellow sundress. 

I walked fast on my way to the FFA building. But not fast enough. 

As I got to the main road a car of boys my age honked and whistled. 

“Nice bracelet” one hanging out the back passenger side said. The other boys laughing as the car came a to a crawl. 

“Don’t I know you?” The boy said making me lift my head and turn to look at him. 

Ronnie Masters. He was the star quarterback at school. He was also in my art class and English class. 

He laughs.  

“Yeah I do. Stuck up little bitch that sits in the back” he says with a grin. 

“How the mighty have fallen. Just a little slut now arent ya?” He taunts me as I walk faster. 

“Why don’t we give you a ride?” He says. 

I cringe. “No thank you. I’m fine walking.” I say. 

“Not what I meant girly” him and his friends laugh. 

The car jerks to a stop and the door flies open. Ronnie getting out. 

There’s no flight or fight with being an FFA. No matter what your instincts tell you. You must submit. If a man wants you.  You are theirs. No argument is had. No being able to deny “customers”. 

His hand is rough as it grabs me and I try not to cry.  I don’t want to. But the tears pour instantly as he pulls me into the back seat , shoving me over the laps of the two in the back seat of the car with him. 

Their laughter fills the car as Ronnie gets back in. Throwing my legs over him as I try to sit up somehow. I yelp when a hand grabs my hair and pulls me back down. 

“When did they cuff ya?” Another boy asks. One vaguely familiar but I don’t know his name. 

“She’s brand new. Wasn’t wearing this shit in school” Ronnie says referring to the identifying bracelet on my wrist. 

I squirm.  Wanting to kick. Wanting to scream.  And I can’t.  So I just cry as their hands all move over me. 

Ronnies hands are on my bare legs , rubbing his calloused hands all over them. The one in the middle pulling up my dress as I cry. 

They just laugh.  All of them. The two in the front looking over their shoulders as The middle guy and Ronnie pull at my panties. 

“Show us what we got here” Ronnie laughs. 

“Show us our free pussy” the other one says and Ronnie gives a hum with a little growl as my panties are pulled off. My shoes falling off as he removes my panties. 

“Look at that. All shaved up for us…spread your legs for us sweet heart” he laughs. 

“It’s your job now. Show us how good you are at it” he taunts and the one fisting my hair still , pulls it harder and I cry out and his hand goes down the top of my dress. His hands are hard and rough as he grabs at my breast while Ronnie and the guy in the middle spread my legs. 

“Shit. That’s some nice pussy” the guy in the passenger seat up front says as I feel multiple hands reach for me. All off them moving over me. Rubbing me hard and spreading me.  Their fingers all prodding and poking at my most sensitive area. 

One of their fingers slides into me. 

“Let me feel it too” one of them says as a second finger pushes into me. 

“You’re not even fuckin wet.” Ronnie growls. 

“Why the fuck arent you wet?” He says and and I can tell which finger is his as he angrily thrusts it inside of me and I cry. 

“Pull over behind the dispensary” Ronnie says to his friend driving. 

“This bitch needs to get fucked” he groans as he shoves a second finger in as someone else still works their finger inside me. My tits are out. My one shoulder strap ripped as they grope me and finger me and pinch my nipples and clit. I squirm as the car makes a turn and cry as it’s put into park behind the dispensary’s building. 

Fingers leave me, and I cry because they’ve only awoken the soreness from yesterday. My vagina still tender and aching from the man that used me yesterday. 

Ronnie pulls me out by my feet and I wince and  grab my head as I’m dragged from the car my body sliding off the seat as my head thumps against the bottom of the car before hitting the ground. 

Feet scramble across gravel as they all pile out of the car and I lay on the ground. 

“Get her up. Bend her over for me” Ronnie says as I hear him unzip himself and then two of them grab me and throw me over the hood of the car. My bare feet barely touching the harsh rock of the parking lot. 

I scream as my dress is ripped down and pushed off my hips. Leaving me naked and exposed. 

“Decent ass you got there” one says laughing. 

I feel Ronnie push his cock against me. His cock searching for my cunt and then pushing in making me cry. 

“Found it” he groans. 

The guys laughs as they hold me down. Hands at my back, my breasts pushed hard against the metal. My cheek squished to it as well ,as one of them pushes down hard on the side of my face. 

Ronnie thrusts into me. The only positive thing.  Is that his size isn’t unbearable. 

I feel the tiny pieces of rock that are embedded in my skin from the fall come loose and fall as he thrusts. 

The slap of his hips against my ass. His balls slapping against my cunt and it would almost be enjoyable I think to myself. If it weren’t for the fact I didn’t want this.  Almost enjoyable if I wasn’t being held down by two other guys. And all of them watching as their friend raped me. 

Was it rape though? No. At least not now. I was free to use. This was my purpose. The law said that what they were doing wasn’t rape at all. 

Ronnie laughs. 

“You’re getting wet” he says. 

“You’re enjoying it” he laughs. 

“Never knew what a slut you were” he groans and his hands grip my hips. My toes leaving the ground as he fucks me faster.  Harder. Giving me powerful thrusts that drive his length even deeper. 

“Fuck she’s getting so wet” he tells his friends and they all encourage him with their laughter. 

“I think I might find you in school tomorrow.  Fuck you again.” He groans. 

“Fuck you everyday” he says and his friends give a round of “yeah”. “Yeah she’d like that” “I think you should. She obviously likes it” along with more laughs. Deafening laughs that would taunt me all day. 

It was only a few minutes before Ronnie finished.  Cumming all over my ass. 

“Fucking whore” he says and I hear him spit. The saliva hitting my back. 

I whimper and feel my body start to slide form the car. 

“My turn” one says and I cry and shake my head. But it doesn’t matter. Because then another cock is filling me. Thrusting and claiming use of me. 

“Hell yeah” he groans. 

“Fuck yeah” he says as he fucks me. My cunt sore but still. His size isn’t too much to handle. The embarrassment hurts more than anything. The feeling of being helpless. The fear that this could happen everyday until I’m twenty five. And there was nothing I could do to stop it. 

The second guy pulls out. More cum covers my ass and lower back.  

“Ready for more?” One of their voices say and I cry. 

“No” I cry as I feel him push his cock to my ass. Spitting on it. 

“Please” I cry. 

He laughs. 

“Yeah fuck her ass.  Make the bitch scream” Ronnie says and then. With one painful thrust. The guys cock impales me. The burn so hot and painful that my body breaks. I lose all of my strength. The pain taking over. Making my vision go black.  I almost pass out. 

“Fuck” he groans and spits and spits. Lubing my ass with his saliva. 

“These whores should come with lube” he says. 

They all laugh as I get my ass raped harder and harder. I feel myself slip away. My mind trying to go anywhere else but here. Trying to erase what’s happening as I disassociate. 

The laughs from him and his friends are muffled background noise as I let my mind go to yesterday. With Marcus. Marcus and me in his backyard on the swings.  Sweet Marcus who would never hurt a female. Never touch a female without her consent. Marcus who bought me pizza. Marcus’s mother who hugged me and made me feel so welcome. I picture his smile.  His nervousness when he stopped me after leaving the FFA building. Sweet innocent Marcus is what I think of as my body goes numb to the pain. 

I’m not sure how long it takes. But I come crashing back to reality as my body slumps to the gravel and I lay naked on my side. The sounds of car doors slamming shut. My panties hitting the ground as they’re thrown from the window. Along with one of my shoes. The other hitting me in the head as they laugh and peel out of the lot. 

I look around with fresh tears coming as I spot a woman a few buildings down. Smoking a cigarette , just looking at me. I look away.  

Why was I the one that was ashamed? I didn’t choose this. I wasn’t the one who’d gang raped a girl in a parking lot. 

I grab my dress and pull it on. Wincing as I move. Feeling the ache in my ass. I pull on my shoes and don’t bother with my panties as I hobble in pain behind the buildings of business towards the FFA building. 

I sob knowing that I have to be there. That I have to log another four hours today before I can go home. 

“Lela?” I hear a voice and look up. 

Marcus is carrying a trash bag to the dumpster as I stop and his eyes go wide. 

He drops the bag and runs over. 

“Lela what happened?” He asks. But he already knows. 

“Lela” he reaches out and I flinch back. He pauses. Pulling his hand back. 

“I’m sorry” he says. 

I knew I didn’t need to flinch. But it was just a reaction. A reaction I’d never have had up until a week ago. 

“Let me get you cleaned up” he says softly. 

“I’ll sneak you in the back.” He says and I nod. 

I follow him into the back of the building and wince at the echoes of moans and grunts. The smell of sex flooding my nose and I swipe my tears.  A scream echoes through the hall and I flinch. 

Opening a door Marcus pulls me into a laundry room. Washers and dryers rumbling with sheets. Plastic sheets lay in a tub of disinfectant. The room smelling of chemicals. But anything is better than the smell of sex in the hall. 

He grabs a chair and moves it out from the small table at the wall and I sit as he walks over. Grabbing a few wash cloths. Then grabs a small tub and fills it with warm water and carries it over. 

He doesn’t say anything and neither do I as he gently washes the dirt and pebbles from my legs. Only going as far as my knees. 

He dips the other cloth into the warm water and rings it out and hands it to me. 

I nod silently and take it as he turns. 

I spread my legs slowly and cry silently as I wash my inner thighs. Moving it over my pussy and cleaning the cum and dirt from me. 

I stand and lift the back off my dress. Sniffling as I wipe my ass cheeks. Feeling the crusted flakes of dried cum soften and wipe away. 

“Are you….are you okay?” Marcus asks softly still with his back turned. 

“No” I answer with a cry. 

He turns and I lower the back of my dress. Hand shaking as he reaches out and takes it. His eyes going to the broken strap of my dress. 

“You can stay back here.” He says and I look at him. 

I knew the rules of disobeying the FFA laws. 

The tracker would place me here. But if an inspector came and found me hiding.  It’d go on my record as a first offense. And I wasn’t sure what happened to Marcus if he was caught. 

“I can’t” I say. 

“I won’t tell anyone.” He says. 

I shake my head. “You could get in a lot of trouble” I tell him. 

“Then just for today.” He says. 

But part of me knew Marcus would let me stay here whenever I wanted. But I couldn’t take advantage of him. 

“What happens if they find you hiding me?” I ask. 

He shrugs. “I don’t know honestly” 

I shake my head. “I can’t ask you to do that” 

“You didn’t ask. I offered. “ he says. 

I’m silent as I consider. The ache in between my legs.  The searing pain in my ass from having been fucked in it makes me selfishly nod. 

“Ok. Just this one time. I promise” I say and nod. 

He nods as well and steps forward. 

“I know it’s not my fault.  But I’m sorry Lela. I’m so sorry” he says quietly and then his hands reach for my arms and I don’t flinch as he steps closer and pulls me into him.  

His arms wrap around me gently and hold me. 

I break down. My arms going around him. My face buried in his chest as I sob as softly as I can manage. 

How could humans be so different from one another. How could Ronnie and other guys like him believe what they did was okay, while there were guys like Marcus who knew better. 

“Thank you” I choke out a sob. 

“You don’t need to thank me Lela” he says softly and hugs me to him tighter. 

But I did. Because knowing there was at least one good guy in this fucked up mess of a world. Let me hold onto the hope that things could go back to how they were before things got so messed up. Back to when women had the right to say no.  

“I’ll be done in a few hours, then we can go” he says. 

I nod. “Okay”