All characters are 18, and this story is about a gang rape fantasy. It may be graphic. Do not continue if you cannot handle rape fantasies or nonconsent stories. This story came from a dream I had about three guys that I hate in my class. All names and places are fictional. This work was created by me, so I do own the rights to it.
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I wake up sweating, gasping for air, and hearing my heart pulsating. Sitting up, I put my head into my hands and start some breathing exercises. My dream felt so real and scared me. My anxiety was not going down, but I need it to. I grabbed the orange bottle that was rattling due to my shaking. Shakily opening the bottle, I took two white pills out and drank them down with water praying that they will calm my nerves.
I laid there for ten more minutes as my anxiety finally dwindled down. Looking at the clock, it reads 7:30 a.m. in blocky numbers. I get out of ned as the sunlight lands on my bare stomach. Running to the shower, I set it on the hottest setting to relax my clenched muscles. Taking the time to relinquish in the hot water, I hummed a tune feeling the heat radiating off the shower. My hands slightly touched my pussy teasing it.
I wanted to make myself cum just one time, but I knew that I needed to get ready. I hopped out of the shower and wiped the foggy mirror. Grabbing my school uniform, I ran into the bedroom to get ready. I picked out a black lacy thong and ran it up my legs until it settled between my cheeks and covered my pussy barely. The skirt I was required to wear would have fit me two years ago, but now, it barely covers my ass.
When I finished dressing, I looked in the mirror at the purple streaks in my brown hair. They weren't prominent, but if the sun hit them at a perfect angle, it illuminated the dyed locks. My medicine was definitely working because I was very calm. I could feel the fogginess coming on in my brain but decided to ignore it.
Running down the stairs, I locked the front door and jumped into my car. I drove to Pinewood Academy, my death sentence known as school. Parking my car, I grabbed my stuff and walked to class. As I entered the corridor, the tardy bell rung scaring me out of my trance. I huffed and walked towards the deans office to get a tardy pass.
Adam, DeAndre, and Trey were walking towards me. They were always snickering and mocking me. I hated them with a passion. They made all twelve years of my schooling hell. I had to make a choice: to hide in the corridor to my right or continue straight. They were laughing and walking faster. I turned fast into the right corridor and held myself up against the corner created by two sets of perpendicular lockers.
They walked by and didn't see me. Exhaling loudly, I was glad that I managed to escape their sight. I turned back onto the main hall and walked calmly towards the office. Before I could enter the dean's office, someone pulled me back against a wall. I looked up and saw the trio. The guys were standing there looking at me.
With a snicker, Trey spoke up first, "Awhh is Ms. Emmie late for class? Don't wanna ruin your reputation as a goody two shoes now do we?"
My lip trembled as Trey's fingers danced around my neck. He grasped my hand and pulled me towards the end of the hall. Adam opened a door to the janitor's closet as Trey shoved me into the small space. I looked around and my vision blurred as I stood in the dark small space. Sliding down the wall, my heart pulsated, my breathing accelerated, my vision went dark, and I felt like I was dying. I cried as the guys taunted me through the door.
I could hear the door open as the three guys huddled inside. They stood above me and stared at my exposed thighs. I pulled my knees up and into my chest. My black thong was exposed and the guys licked their lips. Trey whispered to DeAndre as he sat next to me. His hand was caressing my pale thigh as I started to calm down.
DeAndre came back with a spool of red wire and electrical scissors as Trey's cold hand rubbed the front of my thong. I screeched at the intrusion He held my arms together as I struggled to break free; DeAndre tied each leg to my thighs so that I was forced into a permanent kneeling position.
Adam brought forward a cloth that was shoved into my mouth muffling my cries and pleas. Trey moved my thong aside showing my natural bush and pink lips. His cold finger rubbed up and down my warm pussy as Adam tore my blouse open. He cut the front of my black bra allowing my pale tits to set free from their cage. The guys bit their lips at my heavy breasts. My nipples hardened at the sudden air blowing on them, and the dark pink areoles contrasted against my white breasts. My mascara started to run as I cried at the situation I was in. I was going to be raped by the three people I hated the most; I was helpless and stuck in a situation I could not get out of easily.
