Lara Catallina leaned back in her swivel chair and crossed her slender, toned ankles that she had elevated up on the desk in front of her, her arms folded beneath her meagre but beautifully perky bust.
She wore a thin, short sleeved summer dress in bold canary with tiny hot pink flowers and vines swirling about the sunshine-yellow cotton. With her legs crossed at the ankle Lara had to surreptitiously press the front of the not quite knee length skirt between her pressed together thighs to hide her lacy white thong underwear from the six students she was in charge of. Then she cast a bored gaze across the interior of the high school library.
Large windows let in the tired afternoon glow of the past-peak sun casting long bars of light across the room, in which dust motes hung and floated nonchalantly. Rows of books multicoloured spines and dimensions crowded in from all sides, all ordered perpendicularly, like a military parade.
Mock pine desks with uncomfortable moulded plastic chairs interspersed the book shelves, and formed their own angular patterns of disjointed squares and rectangles. Posters of books and movie adaptations plastered the walls in amongst the literary quotations and the subject charts and A-Z’s, all laminated and individually reflective.
The location and familiarity of the atmosphere took Lara back to her own time in college when she’d done her teacher training. Libraries always took her back to college and always took her back to a specific memory, a bitter sweet moment in her early adult life.
Had she been out of her teens by then? Looking back, she could never quite pin down the month. It had been a tumultuous time, for certain. The fun and frivolities outweighed the workload and pressures of revision and assignments and exams. Her memories of that time were always the same. The library, with Susan. And then the threesome with Susan and James.

Susan had been Lara’s best friend in college, they had practically been sisters. Susan being the the short dark haired, slender, leggy babe negative picture to the long blonde haired, slender, leggy babe that was Lara. They both flaunted their sexy toned figures in different ways. Lara had gone for skin tight jeans and tops, showing off her toned slender form while Susan had flashed more flesh with combinations of mini skirts and knee socks or hold up stockings with tank tops or cropped tops.
They had spent many an hour in the college library giggling and blushing while they arranged Susan’s boyfriend’s birthday present, an overnight threesome with Lara that coming weekend. They had even ended up getting thrown out after getting caught kissing each other as a silly way of preparing themselves for the weekend.
That had been a good week, fun and exciting and had in some ways brought Lara and Susan closer than ever, elevating the level of intimacy and honesty between them to new heights. And then James‘ birthday had ruined it all. Both girl’s had been brought up Catholics and had shared the same Catholic guilt and the same silly, innocent desire to remain virgins until they were married, but to have an active social life sexual contact had been required so it had been back door fucking and blow-jobs all the way for the both of them. None of their string of boyfriends had seemed to have a problem with it either.
The problem came with James using his birthday present as a way to fuck his girlfriends hot friend. He didn’t just focus on Lara, he all but ignored Susan’s presence completely. The girl’s had enjoyed kissing and feeling each other up for James’ voyeuristic pleasure to begin with and then rolled around in a sixty none for a while before the lad stepped in, held them in place with Lara on top and buggered her silly for an hour. With Susan essentially trapped underneath them. She didn’t appreciate that one bit and it only got worse afterwards as James ass fucked and got sucked by Lara another half dozen times, leaving Susan alone and decidedly chilly sat on the end of the bed.
They had broken up by morning but so had Lara and Susan’s friendship as the brunette seemed to blame her blonde doppelgänger as much as her ex-boyfriend over the incident. Susan had gone off the rails then, loosing her cherry and getting involved in the stoner crowd, pretty much all of them from what Lara had heard, before dropping out all together. Lara had met her first real long term boyfriend a month later and had given her virginity up to him and hadn’t looked back.
However, what had started out as a pleasant nostalgia trip over kinky fun in library’s had brought Lara down hard adding to her boredom with a layer of mild depression. Not only had she lost her best friend that year but that first boyfriend had cheated on her with the athletic and decade older sport science tutor and broke it off with her right before the holiday season break.

She slumped in her chair and looked around to get her mind off depressing memories. The initial nostalgia had made her a little horny and it was a nice feeling she wanted to maintain so she found herself looking over the five young students she had the job of monitoring on after class detention. She didn’t even know what they were in detention for. And she didn’t give a damn either, probably a mixture of different reasons. They were an odd mixed up group.of eighth graders - jocks, an artist, an emo, or whatever she called herself and one of the poor remedial group. The cool kids and the ostracised forced together. Kind of like a microcosm of the student body. This group certainly weren’t the kind that interacted as far as she was concerned.

The six of them formed a loose diamond shape in the row of desks, with Lara at the southern tip and Davey Payton at the Northern tip. In front of Lara sat Ted Mason-Jones who was busy sketching in a little spiral bound pad. He was turned sideways with Lara to his left and little Sadie Estaban and Tyler Jaden to his right. Isiah James sat on the other side of Tyler, as usual. Like a wingman forming a little three person core Davey took up the seat behind Sadie.
That little fuck, Tyler Jaden was a bully and a total little shit. And, of course, an arrogant jock to boot. Dark skinned, he was short in height, nowhere near six foot, but his muscle bulk matured him considerably, at least in appearance.
His buddy Isiah James, slightly paler complexion - more teak than mahogany, was past six foot already and almost as bulky, a little leaner maybe. With a kinder more handsome face. Lara suddenly found herself picturing him topless and oiled and had to suppress a giggle. Some of the staff referred to him as a gorilla but, compared to Davey Payton, sitting right at the back, he would barely make chimpanzee.
Pasty white, with a sandy brown mop of hair, Davey was undeniably a giant of a boy. But a soft one. He was staring at her as he almost always had. It had disturbed her to begin with but now she didn’t think anything of it. She saw the lust in his eyes too but she saw he same lust in all the boys his age and up. And in half of the faculty too. And not just the men.
It was just something she accepted. She was an awfully attractive young woman in her early thirties, looked great - fit and pretty and lush - and she knew it. She would be foolish and unrealistic to start taking people’s sexual desire for her as insulting or offensive. It was just natural for someone with her looks and tight, athletic figure to be constantly drooled over by people of all ages and both sexes.

Sadie was being hassled by Tyler. He typically went for the cheerleader squad and Lara wouldn’t have thought him interested in the emo type but he was no doubt bored and she was the only distraction he could think of.
She was a pretty girl even with the thick colourful rainbow-like make up over her lush, bronzed Latino skin, the crazy shortish spiked hair with the thick long fringe and bangs that hung over one eye and the goth style clothing, with military boots, fishnets, monochrome tartan miniskirt and the bodice under the open plain grey blouse that did impressive things to her young b-cup breasts.
As far as Lara had been able to make out Sadie had been blushing and giggling earlier, enjoying the attention, even from a weasel prick like Tyler, but now he was starting to pushing getting physical and aggressive.
Lara’s personal philosophy was to wait until it was requested before giving assistance to anyone, so she let Tyler hassle Sadie, keeping a half horny, half disgusted eye on the both of them. The other eye - or more accurately - ear, was on Isiah. He was listening to the local radio news broadcast via his cell phone. Another infraction and another one Lara for the time being was keeping a blind eye to. It was just detention duty, what was the point in making trouble for herself when she didn’t need to?
Isiah was passing out a running commentary to anyone who cared to listen. Not that any one apparently did.

“Hey guys, you really should listen to this. There’s some real weird shit happenin‘ in town.” He announced.
No one so much as batted an eyelid. Lara watched the others.
Ted was drawing what looked, with the angle Lara had, like a figure that could have been Sadie by the clothing and the drawing seemed to be of some kind of hardcore sexual shenanigans, with three large, naked, oiled black boys with elephant trucks bulging from the crotches. It reminded Lara of a website her last boyfriend used to enjoy looking at and an artist he had shown her... What was his name...? The PIT. That was it. From the angle Ted looked like a pretty good, though perverted, young artist.
Davey sat at the back in a world of his own as usual, picking his nose and staring at Lara. The lust in his eyes was palpable, however there was no intent there, no fantasy, like it was subconscious or something.
Sadie was struggling with Tyler and whining, trying to push him off but she didn’t seem too desperate yet and wasn’t looking around for help or anything.
Tyler was busy playing octopus hands on Sadie. One hand tight around her holding her against him while his other hand slid up her thigh quick as a hare and slipping under her skirt, she pulled her leg away and slapped at his hand but he was already pshing it elsewhere, down the back of her waist band for her ass. She wriggled away and slapped at him and then let out a little squeal as the quick hand pushed down her bodice and cupped one of her perky breasts. she slapped him away but this time he didn’t react to the slap, just squeezed harder on her breasts, then burrowed under her bra for bare succulent flesh.
Sadie drew her chest down to her lap to try and squeeze herself out of reach, squealing at him to “Gerrof” but of course Tyler was enjoying himself far too much.
And Isiah’s commentary carried on as if everyone was sitting around listening aptly.
“Guy’s sayin’ they got attacks on main... The church is swarming with cannibals or something... Cops are inundated... The road to the interstate is jammed solid and there’re reports of attacks there too. This place is fucked up, man!”
“At least it’s all on the far side of town!” Ted commented idly, apparently someone was paying Isiah a certain amount of attention.
He didn’t lift his gaze from his sketch book though, not even for a moment. He was using the flat of his pencil to cross hatch shading lines into the shadows that gave dimension to the saliva lubed black mamba erection that cartoon-Sadie was being made to deep throat in the latest of his mouth-wateringly horny drawings.
“Yeah but for how long!?” Isiah replied, but Ted was back into his sketch again and like before Isiah found himself back talking to the dust motes and the books.
Sadie was crying now, pulling at Tyler moaning for him to leave her alone but he was too fixated on her nubile tits. Lara watched intently, enjoying the erotic floor show, knowing she should step in, but until Sadie asked for her help she wasn’t about to do a thing. Tyler has her tits out scooped up out of her bodice and was cupping one and pulling at the soft pink nipple with fingers and thumb while he dipped to the other and sucked at it. Sadie slapped at his head and at first he just laughed and gave her nipple a firm retaliatory chew. Which hurt Sadie even more and she slapped him hard right against his ear. Tyler snapped up with a sudden rage and slapped her hard across the face, then took advantage of her momentary shock induced stupor and shoved a hand up her skirt and yanked her skimpy thong panties down to her knees.his hand was back under her skirt and thrusting forward and back before she let out the biggest scream yet and started to plead with Lara.
“Oh well...” She sighed. “Tyler, fun’s over. Let Sadie go. Come and sit up at the front here.” She instructed.
“Fuck off Miss, I’m busy.” He grunted without even a glance in Lara’s direction.
“Get this!” Isiah raised his voice, but only Davey and Ted turned to look at him.“The police station’s on fire. They’re sayin‘ there’re cops lyin’ dead in the street! This is fuckin‘ awesome man!”
The announcement didn’t really grab Lara’s attention she was working out how best to calm the situation with Tyler, Sadie and herself down. After a moment she snatched up a sheet of paper and scribbled down a quick note and then signed her name across the bottom.
“Sadie, take this. It’s a permission slip to leave detention early. You’re free to go home.” Lara announced.
“Bitch ain’t goin’ anywhere. We’re still getting acquainted.” Tyler spat, suddenly looking angry and dangerous. The aggression obvious in his voice.
He grabbed the back of Sadie’s squirming neck and pinched hard with one hand, with the other he tugged down the zipper of his jeans and levered out a thick and solid looking erection.
“You little shit!” Lara snapped and shoved her way forward, intending to pull Sadie physically to safety.
Before she got within reach, Tyler had firmly shoved the girl’s bawling, struggling face down into his crotch. She struggled and tried to pull herself free but Tyler had a tight hold of her and he used his free hand to manipulate Sadie, with manhandling and then physical assault, into opening her mouth and taking his erection past her bright pink lips.
By the time Lara was on the opposite side of the desk and leaning over to pull Sadie free, Tyler was lifting her head up and down his slick hard cock, fucking his cock with her face, gripping her pink, blue and black dyed hair in both hands and directing her motions.
Lara tried to grab Sadie by the shoulders but Tyler lashed out and back handed the lovely blonde teacher across the cheek.
“Bitch! Hands off!” His snarled.
“That’s it, I’m call the cops!” Lara threatened.
But Tyler just laughed and shoved Sadie’s face harder into his pulsing crotch. Making the poor girl gag and whimper around his hard meat, choking on the bloated crown now thrust firmly in her throat. Tears were streaming from her tightly clenched eyes.
“Haven’t you been listening, miss?”Tyler sneered, while he started jerking upwards with his hips. “Cops have their hands full. They’re way too busy to come all the way across town just to help out the likes’a you.”
“From the sounds of it, they couldn’t even get across town.” Isiah put in.
He was shoving his cell phone into a pocket, now fully interested in what his jock bully mate was up to and his own dawning realisation of the situation they had found themselves in.
“And just so you know...” Tyler continued. “...my parents are both in jail and I don’t give a shit about it or them or you. This little bitch is boring me. It’s about time you got on the end of my dick.”
And he shoved Sadie away from him and stood up.
Lara saw Sadie stumble back, glistening saliva splashing from her slack lips, momentarily throwing a magical tinkle, like starlight, across the afternoon sun rays.Then the magic was gone as the girl fell heavily into her seat on her perky young ass and let out a moan and a howling diatribe of machine-gun quick Spanish.
But Lara’s eyes were locked onto the large thick glistening mahogany truncheon of cock flesh sticking out of Tyler’s bulging jeans. His ubiquitous padded team colours jacket was hooked over the back of his seat for once leaving him powerful and intimidating, showing off his bulk in a blue and white t-shirt two sizes too small. It fit him like a second skin. But Lara was captivated like a cobra’s prey to that big hard shaft of drool lubed meat. It jutted there, almost at a forty five degree angle, like painted iron solid and unrepentant in it’s hardness, pulsing visibly with blood flow.
Tyler took advantage of Lara’s momentary captivation and grabbed at the v-neck collar of her thin cotton summer dress. It tore with hardly any effort from the boy’s initial jerking pull.
Lara gasped, feeling the fabric bite into her long neck and her slender, milky shoulders but then the bite gave away and a loud tearing noise filled her ears. And then it got worse still. The power went out.

The AC failed and the banks of fluorescent lights followed. Summer sun dimming visibly as the augmentation of the electric lights died a sudden and unexpected death, it was like clouds had come over and blocked out the sun.
The boys took it as a sign.
“That’s it!” Tyler snarled loudly, twisting his hand in her low cut cotton neckline, forcing the tear to expand long the weaker seams of the body of the dress. “Miss Catallina’s all ours boys! Get yer dicks out! She got a whole lot to get through!”
“No!” Lara yelped. It was all she could think of.
“Eyez, and you, Jones. You two up for this? I’ve no fuckin‘ doubt this bitch’s taken a triple before. She can handle all three of us, no fucking fear!”
“Sure! I’m up for a piece.” Isiah said, suddenly back in the here and now. “We can probably get away with just about anything now. This whole place is fallin’ apart man!”
Lara screamed, but even as the sound echoed around the room, punctuated by their responsive laughter, she knew there wouldn’t be anyone around. The janitors, if they were even here, would be working at the other end of the building. And with the day’s troubles and the number of parents that had been turning up to take their children out of class throughout the day, the day had essentially ended two hours ago.
Lara had volunteered for the detention duty to help pay for her planned trip to Vegas next month. She regretted it now.

Isiah stood up, still bristling about Tyler’s use of ‘Eyez’ but letting it slide. His step dad called him that. He hated that drunk fuck! He towered over Lara’s slender, five foot five frame and clamped both hands around her head. One gripped around the back of her skull just above her neck and held her head still, while the other closed vise-tight over her nose and mouth. She had already screamed out most of the air in her lungs and the sealing of her airway made her panic. She struggled and writhed, slapped, kicked out but all to no avail.
Isiah might as well have been a marble statue for all the movement she got out of him and Tyker just treated it like a game. He dodged her frenzied attacks, laughing all the while, then skipped repeated forward again, like a boxer, but instead of jabs he snatched at her clothes, tearing a little more, loosening the fitted summer dress a grab at a time.
Isiah put an end to it.
“You gonna cooperate Miss?” He said. “You gonna do what we want? Or should I just suffocate you, choke you out?”
Lara fell still, considering, deciding. Then her shoulders slumped, her head bowed, tears started to trickle down her beautiful, flushed face. She nodded, solemn, resigned, disappointed in herself for stumbling into this predicament, for not seeing the danger she had been in.
The boys grinned at each other, then Isiah let go of her and let her breathe again.

“Wait, what about that slut?” Isiah asked.
“Who Sadie? She can warm us up for the main course can’t she?” Tyler replied, like it was a no-brainer.
“No.” Ted Mason-Jones said, breaking his long silence. “No, I’m going and she’s coming with me. You two have a problem with that and we’re gonna have a problem.”
Sadie looked dumb struck between the three boys, tears in her eyes and her pretty Latino face bleached with fear and shock.
Tyler and Isiah looked at each other. Isiah just shrugged but the rage in Tyler’s face was stark, palpable. He struggled with the threat, bristled, wanted to beat the shot out of the little freak but he knew like everyone else that mason-Jones was into that Ju Jutsu shit And he was good at it too. He’d beat up the whole Karate club one time, last year. No one had forgotten that.
“Fine! You wanna take the little spic cunt for yourself you go ahead. We’ve more then enough with this piece a’meat here!” Tyler spat, annoyed, frustrated and decidedly dismissive of the quiet boy.

Ted Mason-Jones stood up and came around to Sadie, He silently stared down the other two black boys, is if willing either or both to try and stop him. They held tight to Lara but stood there staring at the other boy, mute statues of inaction.
The quiet boy, glanced down at the shaking and tearful Latino girl, her clothing as dishevelled as her tear-run make up. He took her hand firmly in his and drew her too her feet and then led her decisively straight out of the library.
Lara felt their departure like a cold shiver down her spine, like someone walking over her grave. The last vestige of hope for a saviour was gone. Literally walked out of the door. She was alone with two pervert boys, who she had no doubts intended to gang rape her. And one soft, slow witted and boy who, though powerful, had neither the impetus nor apparently any desire, or even interest, in protecting her from these two hard, muscular, intimidating eighth graders.
“Right let’s get down to it, miss.” Isiah laughed.
“Shame about the Spic. I kinda wanted t’stick it in her ass.” Tyler grunted, his eyes on the ghost of Sadie where he had last seen her being led out of the door.

But then his attention and his vision moved as one back to the young teacher. and while Isiah held her from behind by the upper arms, Tyler reached up and almost nonchalantly ripped the remainder of her dress wide up from already ruined neck line right down the front, past the slender belted wait to the skirt hem a good three inches above her knees.the garment fell open and between the two of them the boys excitedly pulled it from her and then the belt. It was almost as if they were opening the ultimate Christmas present.
Lara felt herself blushing, from cheeks right down to her collar bones as she stood there in front of the two eight graders, well three if you counted Davey sitting quietly beyond them. There they stood one in front and one behind ogling her in nothing but her lacy white underwear, the pretty balconette bra and pristine thong. Made to almost blaze like starlight against her Connecticut sun-kissed skin and long, sun-bleached blonde mane.

The silly, childish boys didn’t even take the time to admire the luscious view they had. Instead they went straight for the toned, perky goods beneath the alluring lace. Fast, excited hands snatched at the vestiges of clothing on the young woman, who was now theirs to play with. Their skin was soft on her’s, but chewed nails scratched her sensitive, blemishless flesh, making Lara wince and chew at her bottom lip in her discomfort. She stood there, still, though unable to hold back the continual shivers of fear that ran through her lush young body.
She felt numb, outside of herself, as if she was watching it happening to another beautiful blonde. It was her eyes that betrayed her, her eyes showing her, moment by moment, what was happening to her, what was being done to her. And her eyes forced her brain to process those images and assure her of her reality. And her reality was nothing more than utter shame and humiliation. She couldn’t look at Tyler, at the burning lust in his deep brown eyes, that slack mouth slick with drool, his tongue visible between his teeth, the predatory grin. So she looked away into the middle distance behind him and her gaze fell on Davey. She saw his eyes a mirror of Tyler’s, his mouth also dropped open, and wet, almost drooling, the flush to his cheeks and the aghast, bugged out pupils, fixed on her body in its tanned fresh splendour. Desire and lust smouldering in his big, expressive, prussian blue eyes.
She felt the shoulder straps and then the hook and eye fastening of her c-cup bra flicked away and before she knew it the garment was tumbling from her body, she made an involuntary grab at it to hold it to her chest and conceal herself but a flash of pure raging threat from Tyler stopped her in her tracks, her hands fell to their sides again, finger tips brushing against the arm tautness of her naked thighs as the bra slipped off and fell to the floor between them.
Tyler’s hands reached out quickly and cupped her breasts and he groaned, guttural but child-like at the same time, like man and boy both shared the same teenage body. Behind her Lara could feel Isiah’s breath on her shoulder, then his hands sliding down the small of her back, clamping down - fingers, thumbs, palms - onto her taut, athletic buttocks.
He gripped each perky cheek and squeezed and groaned and squeezed harder. Then his fingers and thumbs were burrowing underneath the minuscule lacy waistband of her thong, not wanting anything between his flesh and hers. his breathing turned to a fast panting, with little beathy groans intercutting the clock-tick pants.
And then before she knew it, even before his fingers had had begun to probe any more explicitly, he was pulling the thong down, smoothing it over her thighs in it’s easy descent, collecting in the concave dip at the backs of her knees and then momentarily snagging on the firm, athletic muscles of her calves, before the garment slipped down to her ankles. Lara found herself following muscle memory, automatically lifting one foot and then the other to slip the thong from her flesh while a kneeling Isiah guided it over her dainty, supple feet. And then it was gone. Perhaps forever, for all Lara knew.
Maybe she would never be allowed to wear underwear again. Maybe this was her lot in life from now on, to be a plaything for these boys, and maybe their friends. Three holes for teenage cocks, a vessel for spunk.
The thought electrified her, sent renewed shocks down her spine, into her limbs, into her breasts, making her pretty pink nipples stiffen, even as Tyler took hold of them between his fingers and thumbs.
And then the electric shivers were lost to the luscious blonde as her stiff nipples were pinched, twisted, flicked and pulled with a typically child-like lack of compassion, and Lara winced and let out little moans of discomfort that the boys probably mistook for horny reaction.
At the same time more fingers pressed in between her now naked buttocks and Lara was surprised at how much more degraded and exposed she felt at just having had her underwear removed. Even with the tiny sliver of fabric that her little lace thong had actually been, the simple lack of it made her cringe and crease up inside as fingers pressed inward between her pert, toned buttocks to caress the soft, delicate lips of her pussy from behind. Teenage digits stroking up and down the slice of soft, sexual warmth before the fingers spread the outer lips and slid between them to delve in deeper for a more intimate, damp heat.
Lara moaned despite herself, her body tensing as she was penetrated. Then she felt the pad of a thumb stroking and then putting pressure on the tiny hot-point star of her anal mouth. And she whimpered audibly.
While Tyler busied himself torturing her nipples, Isiah’s fingers pushed deeper past the boundaries of Lara’s intimacy. Isiah had already changed his tactics, the rear probing fingers pushed into her hot little anal mouth up to the first knuckle, pushing, teasing rotating. While his other hand came around her tanned hip to the sparse and neatly trimmed patch of pubic hair.Fingers slid through the soft curls, dipping beneath, over her her hooded clitoris until he splayed her lips apart and against penetrated the soft warmth of her tight pussy.

The boys moved the action on quickly then. The feeling of manual suffocation and its not-so-suggestive threat clear in her memory, silenced Lara’s protests and urge to struggle out of their intimate and impassioned molestation and flee. Their implied threat of violent consequences enforced her mute cooperation.
She knew without doubt what was about to happen to her, what they were about to do to her, these boys. But at the same time, she still couldn’t quite believe it. Something in the back of her head assured her they wouldn’t go through with it, or that some childhood-dream white-Knight would burst through the heavy wooden library doors to save her at the last second.

She found herself pushed over toward her desk, watched Isiah sweep the contents onto the floor and then hop up onto it while he shucked off his clothes in a frantic hurry. behind her Tyler, pressed her forward toward Isiah’s exposed lap. She felt a hand on the back of her head and another between her shoulders and then she was bent over at the waist, over the table and over Isiah who settled back across it. Her face found itself inches from his sweaty, musk scented crotch and her eyes focused for the first time on the tool she was going to have to entertain.
It was a monster, long, thick and black as night, almost making purple where the thick veins bulged against the silken surface flesh. she would need three hands to encircle it from root to stem. the bloated purple crown gleaming and throbbing as though alive stretched higher than his muscle enveloped navel.
“Jerk me off, miss.” He grunted.
Lara complied with hesitant and shaky hands. One encircling the girth of the shaft, the other cupping and lifting the heavy, pendulous sack of his testicles. It was like pumping on a super strength beer can though warm and pliant. A spongy surface covering a core of hot steel, corded with a knotted mass of thick veins and continually throbbing with the hot blooded passion of youth.
She worked at it with both hands, kneading his handful scrotum while her fist chafed up and down the foot long immensity, jerking him off as best she could finding it easier with an inverted grip, her thumb and index finger closest to the root of the shaft, her little finger caressing the under side ridge of his heavy crown with each fast pistoning tug.
She was only dimly aware of Tyler, he was standing behind her with his hands all over her perky ass, squeezing and fondling the fine, toned, peachy heart shaped orbs with relish.
“Tongue my ass hole, miss.”
“What!?”
“Ha! That’s cool bud! Make that bitch yours!” Tyler interrupted, spitting out coarse laugher.
“You heard, miss. Tongue. My. Ass...” He spelled it out for her. “And suck on my balls while you’re down there.”
Lara sighed, shivering with equal amounts of disgust and degradation but bent lower, pushing her face between his wide spread thighs and pushing her tongue out, looking for the puckered star of his ass hole with the tip. And hearing his pleasurable grunt as she found it.

While she was busy between Isiah’s spread thighs, Lara was acutely aware of Tyler’s fingers, and soon afterwards his mouth, cold slobber on slack lips, hot breath, and then the too stiff tip of his quick, agile tongue across and then inside her tingling, sensitive pussy.
With all the impatience of youth Tyler’s oral probing barely stretched out beyond a minute. It felt to Lara more like a creepy and stomach churning exercise in drooling and tonguing lubrication into her. Before she knew it the tight gripping pinch of his fingers and thumbs, relinquished their tight grip on her taut, succulent ass cheeks and then the searing hot, hard flesh of his cock head was pressing her labia apart.
“No!” Lara moaned, pointlessly, throwing a despairing look back over her shoulder.
“Shut up, miss.” Tyler grunted and then thrust forward abruptly with his hips.

And that was it. No saving interruption. No white-Knight. Just a momentary flash of surging heat and profound discomfort and abrupt and extreme stretching of her most intimate orifice. Lara was being raped. By a boy half her age.

“Fuck! She’s tight for an older lady!” Tyler groaned, digging his hands into her ass cheeks and driving his hips against her prone buttocks with all the hammering pace of a fully loaded machine gun.
Physically, she could handle it. She knew her way around big dicks. Ben her high school boyfriend and a couple of college one night stands had given her a thorough education on that score. And these boys would never have much stamina so it was going to be over quickly enough. But the gut-wrenching shame and the humiliation she felt brought up the beginnings of a full blown panic attack. Her eyes refused to focus and she found it hard to catch her breath. The strong, fast, ass-pummelling thrusts from that little shit Tyler winded her and kept her off balance. It brought back momentary flashbacks to her High School Sophamore year when she had been having a fling with her Chemistry teacher.
Althoogh she hadn’t been a virgin, it had been only the third time she had seen or handled an erect penis. She remembered it clearly, the pounding rain outside, Mister Melucci ( he had always made her call him by his formal ‘teacher’ name, never by his Christian name Douglas), had parked his ten year old ‘classic’, a 1990 Buick LaSabre in the far corner of the Mall’s huge car park well out of the way of prying eyes and ushered Lara with him into the back seat.She remembered how her heart had pounded, the shakes and the lightheadedness as he fondled her under her skirt, and kissed her, the tickling scratch of that bushy beard, that uncontrolled tongue, the smell of mints on his breath.
Most of all she remembered the mixture of excitement and unadulterated terror as he unzipped his slacks, grabbed her wrist and pushed her hand into the opening at the front of his boxers. And then the shock of the hot, hard immensity that she found inside. The sweaty heat, the soft bulginess of it, the living throb of it and the hardness.
She didn’t remember much else about that time. Levering it out into the open shocked at the sheer sight of it. The arrogant pride in his laughter at her reaction and then the feel of his hand on the top of her head as he insistently pulled her face first down onto it. And, later, on her back with it plundering her. Him groaning at how tight she was and complaining that he had to work hard to get her wet enough to take his size without ripping her a new one.
She remembered hating the taste of his spunk when he’d finally exploded all over her small, slobber coated breasts and then made her scoop it up with her fingers and suck it all down. she remembered how noisy he had been all the way through it. It had all been terrifying and exciting at the same time, she shivered all the way through it, her mind numbed by shock and uncertainty, having nothing inside her head except to know she had to follow his instructions and how she believed they were in love, that he would leave his wife for her. She had been so stupid back then and hadn’t seen the manipulation for what it was until much later.

It was Isiah’s large ebony truncheon that inexplicably calmed her. The big shaft of gleaming meat twitching and pulsing in her pumping grip focussed her attention and somehow eased her panic. She clung to it, figuratively as well as literally, working the circumcised monster in her tight grip, jerking him off as vigorously as she could, speeding up as he started to groan and writhe around under her on the desk, moments from climax. Lara was actually surprised he had lasted this long. He sat up abruptly and grabbed Lara’s head in both hands, pulling her over and down onto his cock.
“Suck it! And when I shoot my wad, you better swallow it all down miss.”
“I don’t swallow! I can’t swallow it, I’ll just have to spit it out! Please, you’re hurting me!”
“Fuck that, you’re not spitting out anything, snooty bitch! You’ll swallow my stuff and you’ll swallow it all or I’ll choke you out and we’ll drop you off somewhere in west Hamlet!”
The bad side of town, drugs, gangs crime rate. Rapes and lots of them.
“Okay! okay!” She squealed as he yanked on her lush blonde hair, emphasising his control.
She took the thick, hot crown, now weeping pre-cum in all directions and slid her lips downward under the firm pressure of Isiah’s controlling hands until it was pressuring the entrance to her throat. And at that instant, shoving hard on her head and writhing on the desk, he came.
She was expecting a half dozen projectile blasts but it kind of oozed out, coating the entrance to her throat and still making her gag but she was allowed to pull back a few inches and got control of the reflex. She felt the second deposit as hot, thick, fluid pumping in slow seeping splurges over her tongue. It was bitter and sour to the taste and she felt the need to spit. but the thought of West Hamlet and the stories she’d heard about, the reports on local TV and radio of things that happened to women over there compelled her compliance to Isiah’s command to swallow and with great difficulty and distaste, she gulped down the slimy mouthful and then used her tongue and full sucking lips to draw the rest out, while the boy whimpered and panted and moaned out his orgasm, gripping her head and kind of stroking her hair as she sucked the ecstasy from his glistening, pleasure-throbbing shaft.
With the cooling down of Isiah, him letting go of her head and relaxing back on the desk with a contented post orgasmic sigh, Lara’s attention was dragged to her rear.She was still pushed over the desk at the waist, her legs spread apart, her knees bent slightly to accommodate Tyler’s stature. She could feel his hands on her pert ass, kneading and pulling on the perfect orbs of her buttock muscles his thumbs pressing into her ass cleavage the pad of one thumb teasing her ass hole, pressing against the tight ring of puckered muscle that fought constantly to keep invaders out.
She had managed to avoid giving into all the constant requests and at times demands for anal play. It disgusted her. She had always felt it was nothing more than a way for a man to dominate a woman, that anal was him giving pain and taking pleasure, sadistic pleasure and erotic pleasure rolled into one. And all the woman was meant to do was take it and make the best of it. She had seen it in lots of her friend’s relationships and her cousin Nancy had told her a number of horror stories when she had been in her teenage years of bad anal experiences and still every man she had been with had insisted on it and she had felt she’d had no choice but to give it up, suffer through it and hope he would cum quick. It had created a strong distaste in Lara and a suspicion of any man who suggested it to her. In her eighteen year dating history it had been the quickest way of getting dumped by her and probably two thirds of her relationships had ended the moment her man had used the ‘A’ word on her.
And now, she was acutely, painfully aware that she was at the mercy of these two horny, well hung teenage boys and she had little doubt they would be demanding to stick it up her ass any minute now. And for the first time in her life there was nothing she could do to stop it, no way out. No way of blocking access or talking them out of it, or resisting and escaping it.

“Hey!” The snapped growl came with a hot heavy thump across Lara’s flushed face as Isiah bashed her with his cock. It was till hard. “You can see my dick’s still hard, why ain’t you suckin‘?”
Using her left arm across Isiah’s thick meaty thighs to support her bent at the waist position, Lara obediently grasped his shaft and drew it to her lips again. Isiah’s hands once again locked onto her head.
“This time you can take it down yer throat. I wanna see what that’s like.”
Lara baulked but she knew there was nothing she could do. If it came down to it the two of them would use their combined strength to literally push her mouth down his shaft until it was all the way down her throat and she was choking on his balls.
She filled her mouth with saliva, collecting it as she slipped the cock head into her mouth and then tried to open her throat to ease his entry. At the same time Tyler shove his probing thumb deep into Lara’s rectum and left it in there, digging his fingers into her ass while he drove his hips against her, hammering his fat erection in and out of her pussy.
Isiah’s hands on her head started to press down, impatient to feel her throat bulging around his titanic shaft. So Lara obediently took it deeper, feeling the hot, bulbous crown plugging into the entrance to her throat and mashing her uvula, making her gag again. She tried harder to relax but the anxiety and apprehension of coming pain made it impossible. Isiah’s hands pressed harder still.
Tyler was groaning then, hands clawing at her delectable ass, thumb trying to corkscrew her anal tunnel. His other hand abruptly let go and then a second later there was a resounding slap echoing around the room, closely followed by a stinging heat across her bottom and then another and another.
“Yeah! Take my dick , miss! I knew you were a slut! Take this and this and this!”
He punctuated his thrusts with his words. Riding his burgeoning orgasm that at that point resembled a ballistic missile. All Lara could do was let out a muffled moan which stuck in her plugged throat but her vocalisation momentarily relaxed her oesophagus and the pressure of Isiah’s pulling grip plunged his cock right into her throat. Immediately, with a jubilant groan he shoved down harder, enjoying the slick, warm rasping of throat on cock. He kept up the pressure until Lara’s full wanton lips were mashed tight around the root of his shaft, his wiry pubic hair tickling her flared nostrils.
A second later Tyler’s spunk jetted deep into Lara’s suctioning pussy.
“Oh! Fuck...! Yeah bitch! Fuck!”
He railed pounding on her groaning and gasping and he pounded erratically, his thick, solid helmet bloating outwards, the orifice mouth bulging as he first searing hot watery streamer of his spunk shot up the length of his rutting erection and burst into the lovely blonde’s plundered pussy.
Lara couldn’t hold back another long moan that described the depth of her degradation and defeat, and it reverberated all along Isiah’s huge and deeply embedded erection. But the sound, unlike the pleasure-giving vibration, was lost within the dampening cock flesh that stretched her jaw and filled her mouth and clogged up her throat.
Tyler deposited another three of those long, pressurised streamers before his balls were emptied and all he had left was a half second deposit of seeping cock drool, a cooling, seeping fluid, that her tight suctioning tunnel cajoled out of him, his slowing thrusts maintaining enough friction to force his cock muscles to pump the last of his spunk into her tight clutching tunnel.

Isiah seemed to feed off Tyler’s climax as he soon hauled his shaft from the depths of Lara’s tortured throat, leaving her coughing drool all over his crotch and thighs and rattling and wheezing air into her desperate lungs.
“I wanna fuck her now. You wanna take her mouth, dude?”
“Maybe later. Right now I’m gonna tap her ass. How ‘bout we swap places, get her riding on me and you can get up on top and sandwich her.” Tyler said, gesturing at the desk.
Isiah shrugged and nodded.
“Sure, why not. But I want her ass after you.”
“’Course.”
“No please, I’ve never taken it up there!" LAra fibbed. "I couldn’t take you, you’ll rip me up!”
“Shut up, miss and relax your ass, you’re getting a dick up it.” Isiah laughed.

Isiah pulled her bodily upright and then away from the desk as Tyler climbed up and lay himself down on his back. His slimy cock was still rock hard and sticking up like a pillar from his muscular groin. Isiah’s was just the same.
Lara glanced over at Davey who was still sat there, numb and dumb, quiet as a mouse, though with the horny eyes of a sexual deviant. She could see it right there a smouldering hunger, simultaneously glazed and aflame. His eyes drank in Lara’s nakedness, her tanned blemishless flesh, her slender perky curves, the fiercely stiff nipples, lush and pink in the afternoon sun, her cheeks rosy, her lips glossy with saliva and spunk. Spunk snail-trailed from her pretty pussy down her luscious inner thighs glistening in the warm light.
He caught her look and smiled, but interestingly it was not the smile she expected, instead of an anticipated malevolent and wanton grin of horny desire it seemed a little sad and a little apologetic, like he felt sorry for her or something. But still he was just sitting there. Apparently perfectly happy to watch his favourite teacher getting doubly raped in front of his eyes and practically within touching distance.
Lara could see by his excitement, by the look on his face, that fire in his eyes and the way he squirmed in his seat that asking, even begging for help would be pointless, he was probably enjoying watching almost as much as the black boys were enjoying raping her. She started to wonder what it would take. When the boys interrupted her train of thought completely.
She was turned around so her back was to the desk, grabbed under the arms, physically lifted and then hauled up onto the desk on top of Tyler, who shoved her thighs apart, grabbed her ass cheeks and spread them. Isiah climbed up too, towering over her, his size and bulk frightening and intimidating, prohibiting any possibility of her escaping from the sandwich. It was already hot and sweaty and Lara was again finding it hard to catch her breath. She was trapped between their two big, powerful bulky bodies, like walls of flesh, like she was imprisoned in a room too small to even turn around in. And she about to suffer another painful sexual torture, this time a never before tried double penetration. And there was nothing she could do to stop it.
She leaned back her arms reaching back to the corners of the desk, on either side of Tyler’s broad shoulders, her view of the ceiling partially blocked by Isiah’s bulk, and his excited, malevolent and lust etched face right there filling her world. her thighs spread by Isiah’s hips and her feet splayed on the outside of Tyler’s bulging thighs, all she could do was dig her bare feet into the surface of the desk and wait, with quickly building apprehension and panic, to be used by them.
“Hurry up man, you need to get up her before I can, an‘ shoving it up her ass ain’t gonna be easy.”
“Relax dude, I got this!” Tyler grunted.
And then she felt it starting. She felt one hand pulling at one of her pert, tense buttocks while his other hand gripped and positioned his slick cock against her anus. There was no chance he could see where he was aiming and he did it by touch, fingertips following the inner curves of her buttocks until he found her sphincter, then he pressed his cock head over his fingers, grabbed her hips and started to pull her downwards.
“Relax it, bitch! Let me up there!” He growled as it proved more difficult that he had anticipated.
Lara’s response was a whimpering, weeping cry of humiliation and exertion as her body naturally fought the invasion of her anus. She didn’t know about this, didn’t know how to make it easier for him, didn’t know what she should be doing. She could feel Tyler’s hand, jerking on his shaft, pumping extra hardness into it before lifting his hips and trying to push it upward and pull her downward at the same time.
Lara’s anal ring was screaming under the tension, trying to stop the invasion but she could feel the blunt heat of the fleshy crown pressing inexorably against her sphincter and that her own body, throbbing in white hot pain, was starting to give way, despite its railing against the attempted insertion.
She could feel beads of sweat, probably combined sweat from the both of them, trickling down the curves of her ass cheeks, her own sweat running in rivulets along the arch of her spine. And all the while above her Isiah was jerking off his own cock, to keep himself interested while he lowered his head to feast on her succulent tits and nipples.
Her anus gave in with a sharp, shocking abruptness that surprised Lara. She felt her anus stretching around the hot bulbous helmet and then all of a sudden, almost like a punch in the stomach, it was inside her ass and the burning, throbbing in her sphincter and the hot slick walls beyond intensified a hundred-fold. She winced, screwed her eyes shut against the searing pain and blew out hard between pursed lips, but she couldn’t hold back another long whimpering moan of degradation and pain.
“Ohhh! Yeah! There ya go!” Tyler groaned jubilantly.
His cock head firmly embedded up Lara’s hot and tightly cinching ass, Tyler grabbed her by the hips and pulled her firmly down until her lovely ass met his hips and his cock was embedded all the way inside her rectum.
Lara let go, throwing her head back, her lush blonde tresses flashing about like lightning in a thunderstorm, and crying out loudly as her searing, burning anus was filled and stretched by Tyler’s thick girth, the invasion and forced stretching sent a combination of stabbing sharp jolts and waves of dull throbbing pain right through her core her guts churned around the thick club of flesh that was now filling her entirely and pushing alien-like at her insides.
Bored of waiting isiah wasted no more time, he grabbed his solid foot of hard meat and pressed that monster cock to her swollen, already plundered pussy lips and then drove it home. No hesitation, no preamble. And in an instant Lara was introduced to the reality of being stuffed to the brim, to being completely over-filled. And in an instant her cry doubled up into a full blown squeal.
The boys just laughed and started to thrust at once, and in earnest, hard and fast, driving as deep as they could with their positions.
Lara was completely overwhelmed and unable to focus her mind filled with a mash up of horrifying, skull splitting sensations, the boys hard, hot bodies crushing her above and below, the forced, non-consent of the situation, the pure complete humiliation of her under the control of eighth graders, of her pinned by their sexual dominance, of knowing she had to do whatever they liked, whatever they thought of and that there was no one to help or come to her rescue. That this moment was going to change her life for ever.
However, even through all of that was the physical sensation that they were drilling into her, pushing through her mental torture and fixing themselves into the centre of her attention, like a cold caller with his foot jammed in the door. Those two fat dick’s shoving over and over into her body, ripping into her and depositing pain and bloatedness and completely overwhelming her. Humiliating her. The tiny tissue-paper sliver of flesh separating her anal and vaginal tunnels was savaged with hot slick friction, rolled and pulled as the cocks stabbed forward and back, no synchrony or order, different paces and speeds and depths but both as devastating as the other.
Lara found a moment of clarity, enough to give ironic gratitude for the lubrication that her body had anointed those brutalising erections with.
Vocally she moaned and whimpered and cried and begged and cringed. But it was all mindless as uncontrolled and uncoordinated and unconsidered as the actions of the rapists assaulting her.
She was dimly aware of a rasping rawness in her throat,that her mouth was agape, her lips flecked with spittle, her jaw aching and tension tingles and quaking through her limbs, but the physical sensations the boys dual rape was inflicting on her body and the pure, searing, soul destroying, degradation. But the outright humiliation of it took over every other sensation she was experiencing. Burying them all under its icy, mind numbing, implacable weight.
And then she realised what the two boys were saying to her, like a delayed reaction, like a YouTube video when the audio is out of sync. As if the sound waves had bounced around the room before reaching her ears. And she absolutely panicked.
“Hey dude, let’s double up in her butt!”
“Is that even possible?”
“’Course it is man, I saw it on the web, big two fuck off dick’s like mine in this tiny Korean bitch, and she took ‘em easy. If she can take them, miss ’ere’ll have no fuckin‘ problem!”
“Fuck it man let’s give it a go!”

Lara freaked out. She couldn’t take what they were doing to her. She couldn’t take anything worse, especially not what they were intending. She had to do something, anything to stop them putting both their cock’s up her bottom. And the only thnig she could think of was young Davey. But would have even care? What could she promise him to convince him to help?
Then it hit her. It had been obvious, but her heart sank all the same. Even as she knew with certainty that it was the only way. She felt sick and depraved at the mere thought of it. But it was the only way. Of that she had no doubts. She steeled herself, managed to turn her head and saw him staring, saw his hungry face, his eyes aflame with lust, his hands underneath his desk. And she knew she was right.

“Davey...! Davey, please.... Help me! For God’s sake I’m your teacher! Please, do something.” I can’t take this! I know you don’t want to see me suffering like this! Please I’m begging you! Help me...“
”Shut yer trap bitch!“
”Let her talk, who gives a fuck? What d’you think he’s gonna do anyway?“
”You’re right man! Davey-boy ain’t gonna do shit! Ain’t-cha Davey-boy!?
“Davey please! I know you’ve always liked me. I could always tell! And I know want me. Pleeeasse Save me from these two bastards and you can have what you want!"
Davey’s eyes bulged at that. she was getting through to him. All she had to do was paint the picture. She felt sure of it. Or she was so desperate that she convinced herself. She pressed on regardless.
”I’ll give you what you want Davey. I promise.“

”Oh please, bitch!" Tyler grunted, digging his fingers into her buttocks and ramming his shaft harder than ever up her ass. ”Seeing what we’re doing’s the closest he’s gonna get to your tight little pussy and you know it. You wouldn’t look twice at a lowlife mong like Davey-boy and he knows it!.“
”Damn right dude, he’s a fuckin‘ bad joke!“ Isiah added, laughing, high pitched and maniacal.
Tyler’s laughter mixed in with Isiah’s and Lara saw the flush wash over Davey’s plump face, the lust in his eyes turning to anger.
”Don’t listen to them Davey. I like you too and if you save me and protect from from them, you can have me. any time, any hole. I promise. I’ll give you whatever you want. I’ll do whatever you want. All you have to do is get them off me and we’ll leave together. And then I’m all yours. I promise Davey, whatever you want. I’ll suck your balls dry. You can stick it in my butt any time you like. You can cum on my tits, you can fuck my throat, empty your balls in my pussy as often as you like. I’ll be your toy. I promise. Just save me from these two animals Davey, please!“
”You’re so full a’shit miss.“ Isiah snapped, loosing patience and not liking being called an animal. ”He’s a no good fuckin’ retard shit-eating sister-fucking cracker and you’ll drop him like a bitch with the clap before he can get within three feet of your pussy, and he fuckin‘ knows it!“
”That retard drooler’s mom’s his fuckin’ sister. He probably takes it up the butt from his red-neck paw too!“ Tyler laughed.

That was the last straw for Davey. with his plump face turning beetroot red and his expression close to homicidal, he let out a low rumbling roar of rage stood up the backs of his knees ending his seat flying. And in what to Lara resembled, almost comically, a Popeye the Sailorman moment, he grabbed the edge of his desk and then send it flying, tumbling across the space and taking out other chair and desks with it, like a set of bowling pins and clearing a space between him and Lara and the boys. With eyes blank and staring like a sharks and his teeth gritted, fat drool flecked lips drawn back, he stormed across the space toward them.

end of part 1.

 

part 2


Davey stormed across the short expanse between his him and the teacher's desk, but the noise following his decision to intervene had already alerted the boys to his approach and Lara found her flesh sandwich come apart, Lara tossed aside as the two big well muscled and athletic lads drew themselves off the desk to take on the lumbering butterball that was Davey Payton.

Davey came at them head on, like a freight train, but it was like a freight train coming at a mountain and the two well muscled and powerful black boys didn't seem to care that they were both stark naked. Davey took a swing for Tyler who was obviously the dominant one out of the three, but Tyler swung left narrowly avoiding the thrown fist and the big flapping bulk that was behind it. He snarled and shoved at Davey, who though stumbled off balance kept his footing.
Unfortunately he stumbled right into range of Isiah's fist and took a hard bullish punch in the gut.
It was an unfortunate choice of target as they white boy's layer of fat absorbed most of the energy, however his grunt and slowed momentum was enough for Tyler to get around behind him and grab him in a head lock. enabling Isiah to pull himself up for another flurry of punches. Davey was quicker to react than the other boys expected though and before Isiah's first punch connected, Davey had reached up and back and stabbed his thumb hard into the orb of Tyler's left eye.
The young black boy screamed out, letting go of the white butterball in order to defend his face, an automatic reactionary move, that allowed Davey to pull free and avoid the on coming Isiah, who pulled his punch at the last second and almost fell into his friend. In the next few seconds of pain and confusion, Davey fumbled across the library, picked up a wall mounted regulation fire extinguisher and came back over the the other two boys.
He held the crimson metal cylinder by its plunger handle and swung it hard from over his shoulder and smashed it hard across Isiah's face before the lad even knew the attack was coming. The tall, broad, muscular teenager fell hard and cracked his head on the edge of a desk as he did. He didn't get up again.
Without hesitation, Davey took a step and swung the extinguisher a second time, at Tyler, who was kneeling on the floor with his head in his hands cradling his damaged eye socket with trickles of blood visible between his cupping fingers.
The sound was a dull clunk with a hint of a metallic clang beneath it. The other boy fell onto his face with a little wheezing grunt and lay still, bleeding from two different areas now.

Davey didn't even stop for breath. He dropped the fire extinguisher on the floor by the teacher's desk, then glanced around for a moment before his eyes settled on the large, free-standing flag pole near the door suspending the ubiquitous Stars and Stripes from its length.
He silently went over to the flag and tugged it free of its ropes and then bundling it in his arms. He came over to the naked and trembling, shocked and dismayed Miss Catallina and draped it around her, knotting and tucking here and there until it resembled some kind of patriotic cross between a Roman toga and a mini-dress. knotted at one shoulder and then spiralling down her slender tanned body in thin rolled strips, leaving a long of flesh bare, hiding her breasts except the under curve of the right succulent orb and barely managing to cover her buttocks and pubic mound. It seemed to satisfy the boy and finally he caught her eye with his.
"We should go, Miss. Is your car in the lot as usual?"
Lara nodded, still a little shell shocked and aching all over.
Without another word he wandered over to Lara's purse, which was on the floor at the side of the desk, tipped over but the contents were still safely inside. He rummaged through and found her car keys, pulled them into his fist.
"We'll go to my place. It's closer and I have things ready. Good things, things that will help protect us."
"No, my place is closer. And I'll need clothes and money for gas."
"You live on the south side don't you, Miss? I think it's worse down there. I heard him talking about cannibals in the church and the police station was on fire."
He nodded down at the still form of Isiah James.
"Oh." Lara pouted, glum and feeling defeated, out voted by fate.
"My parents house is to the east, out of the way."
"Okay... I guess you're right." She said hesitantly.
"And... I want to drive."
"Oh, I really don't think that's a very good idea, Davey."
"Why not?"
"Well, for one you don't have your licence yet."
Davey just shrugged. He was obviously having a hard time keeping his eyes on his teachers, they kept wavering, lowering, eyeing up her body, naked beneath the flag dress and all the more alluring for it.
"Thing is Miss, I want you to... suck. Y'know... Me." He stammered, nodding down at his obviously bulging crotch.
"What d'you mean?"
"What they did, with your mouth. Sucking their... But mine, y'know... While I'm driving..."
"What?" She asked incredulous.
"I want... You have to... Prove it... What you said. What you promised... you know... The things you said you'd let me... Do to you... If I helped you."
"Now wait a second, I know what I said and I meant it Davey, but when we get to safety. Not right now, please."
"But, you have to prove it miss." He said. Sullen, but stubborn. "Everyone lies to get what they want... All the time."
"You're actually serious, aren't you?!"
"I could... Go..." He muttered hesitantly, almost embarrassed to say it out loud. "Leave you here..."
He looked over at the two unconscious black boys, deliberately elucidating the obvious consequence of his threat.
"Please, don't, Davey, please... I..."
Davey just looked at her, equally embarrassed, sheepish and stubborn.
"How about if I let you look at my naked tits while I drive?"
"But I've... I've seen them already, Miss." It was half whine and half dismissive.
Lara stared back, the fear of loosing her saviour battling with the shock and mild outrage of his request. Well, demand really. It couldn't be more humiliating as far as she was concerned. She felt so ashamed that those little thugs had fucked her and that Davey, the shy nerdy boy with obvious crush on her had seen every detail. That now he knew every inch of his teacher's naked body. He shouldn't know what her naked tits look like or that she trimmed her pussy. At the same time, if he hadn't been there and seen her getting degraded and abused then she'd no doubt still be crushed between those boys, pinned over her desk and still taking their cocks up her ass.
If nothing else Davey had been so courageous, that she owed him a lot for saving her, and even if it had been desperate and in the heat of the moment. She had promised him her body. Promised him she'd do whatever he wanted. Was she really the sort of person to go back on a deal? After what he had done for her? She knew outside of the school the world was going to Hell and if she had to stick with a student, at least Davey was one who's big and can protect her. Even if he is a dorky goof. Her process made up her mind. And she, with great difficulty and feeling her cheeks warming with the humiliating blush, held his gaze and nodded.
"Okay. Davey. Okay. You can drive." She said, her heart hammering. "And I'll suck your dick and I'll swallow everything you give me."

The blow job lasted all of two minutes. Davey took his seat and had his jeans opened and shucked down to his knees before he'd even switched the the ignition. His cock had been already erect, in fact it probably had been since detention had started, Lara had noticed the bulge in his jeans countless times in class - It was almost as obvious as the way he stared dumbly at her for the full duration of each and every one of his classes that she taught.
It was small, only just long enough to be contained in her grasping fist, but she had to admit it was nicely thick. Not to the extent of the cocks those two boy's had used on her in detention, but it filled her palm nicely.
Davey drove smoothly enough, and once Lara was assured both she and her 4Runner were safe under his control, she got down to business. There was no need to use her hands. He was hard as a rock and already drooling pre-cum, the solid shaft jutting like a lump of concrete from his crotch. So she just lowered herself down face first into his lap, closed her lips over the shaft and coating him with her warm saliva and slid her lubricated lips down the length of the shaft until her nose pushed into the soft fleshy skin of his hip. He groaned deeply and she felt the car shudder and rumble as it suddenly picked up speed, as though his foot had stomped down on the accelerator.
Once she had given him a sample of her ability she drew back, holding the shaft gently in her palm while she leaned close and lathed her tongue, in long lolly-pop licks, up and down from crown to stem. coating his shaft while tasting both his hot throbbing flesh and the free flowing pre-cum the was oozing in seeping trickled from the mouth of his swollen, ruddy crown.
She could hear him panting and groaning above her, and could feel his heart fluttering against the side of her face that was pressed against his soft, sweaty stomach. Lara pressed on with her sucking technique.
She parted her slick, full lips and spread them around the tip of his bulbous crown, pinching the root of his shaft between forefinger and thumb and then, keeping her lips tight to the hot throbbing shaft, she slid her mouth down the shaft from the tip all the way down, during the smooth descent she flicked and washed with her quick agile tongue sweeping and stroking at the sides, and upper and lower surfaces, until she was all the way down and kissing her own fingers. She took a minute, swapping between engulfing the whole shaft in her mouth, sucking at the hot pulsing flesh and taking her lips off t and licking at it, long slow lick using as much of her tongue as she could and anointing the hard erection from crown to tip up and down working on as much of the desire swollen flesh as she could get to and then before the minute was up young Davey was trembling and moaning and panting. Lara took him all the way into her mouth again and twisted herself around, pushing her tongue out past her bottom lip to tickle his tense scrotum and that was it for Davey. His moans lifted into a little hoarse squeal, one hand came off the steering wheel to grasp the back of Lara's head, though she couldn't have taken him any deeper than she already was and after another second of fierce vacuum sucking, he exploded hugely into her sucking mouth in a great wet torrent of silky hot and surprisingly sweet spunk.
"OHHH MISS!!" He wailed loud and desperate, nearly in tears.
His balls jetted their entire contents up his shaft to be spurted explosively and under pressure, right up into the back of her mouth. Lara gagged as the first eruption geysered straight into her throat and she swallowed hurriedly gulping down the sweet and salty cream, before her mouth was filled again. She drew back, pinching with her finger and thumb, encouraging the pressurised spurts and sucking hard as she withdrew until only the the tip of the pulsing crown was between her succulent lips, then she played her tongue over and into the mouth which was still spraying its pearlescent fluid into her mouth, showering in it, dancing and enjoying the lad's orgasm. She had to swallow another couple of mouthfuls before he was done. She stayed down there using her saliva and her talented tongue to clean him and suck his shaft of as much of his spunk and her saliva as she could, before she came up, wiping her mouth on a lucky tissue from the passenger door slot and panting to get her breath back.

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The rest of the drive was short and eventful and terrifying. They were in a steel and plastic bubble of safety in a world gone to a visceral hell, but they felt far from safe, as obstacles and dangers constantly threatened to burst their bubble and deposit them squarely right through hell's gates and into the mouth of the inferno.

Lara, with the slightly bitter taste and slimy texture of cum in her mouth, fiddled around under her seat for a few seconds and pulled out a pair of pretty red on white sneakers and pulled them on her bare feet. Then she sat silently in the passenger seat, wishing for a bottle of water and watching the world fall apart around them. There were fights and looting and fender benders all around them.
An electrical goods store was being looted and Lara got a god look as Davey had to slow right down to navigate a pile up that partially blocked the way through. a gang of hispanic men were snatching anything they could get their hands on and running out to a large pick up truck pulled over outside. Two of them were standing guard with submachine guns. Davey would no doubt have known the make and model of the black and cruel looking weapons. Inside, through the open door and lit up interior, Lara could see two young women, one was hispanic and one white. Possibly, by the scraps of uniform that remained on them, they were employees caught at work when everything had fallen apart.
The hispanic girl was flat on the tiled floor on her face pinned by one man who was sitting on her back while one humped vigorously between her buttocks that he had gripped tight in both hands. A third man held her head up while he hurriedly slammed his hips into her face, obviously forcing an oral assault on her. The man on her back seemed to have his fingers hooked in her jaws to keep her mouth open and stop her from biting.
The white women was bent over the glass display counter. her blouse pulled over her head and trapped inside the re-locked cash drawer, she was held secure there and probably half suffocated as she was doubly raped by two men. A fat bloke who was dressed like a biker was up on top of the counter riding her like a tortoise shell, pounding into her anally from above while another younger thinner man was raping her doggie style, standing behind her. He was trying to time his thrusts with the fat bikers. It was almost laughable. Almost.
Lara could hear her screams from as far away as she was with the car window shut, she felt sick and the blood drained from her pretty face. She was glad she was safe in the car, and glad of Davey's promised protection, though what he could do to save her from a big gang of hoodlums like those she didn't know.
Davey finally managed to negotiate the pile up of two cars with a bus half mounting them and started to accelerate. As they passed by Lara spotted the buss driver, having been thrown through the windshield, and impaled on the shattered glass, was still twitching, trying to move.
And inside one of the two cars pinned beneath it, she caught a glimpse of a single mother trapped and bleeding in the driver's seat, crying and moaning in despair as her toddler aged daughter leaned forward from the back seat and tore a huge chunk out of her mother's exposed collar and neck. The girl, though obviously animated, moved strangely, with an awkward twitchy movement and her head was at an unnatural angle compared to the rest of her body.
Lara missed the implication at that particular moment. It occurred to her later.

The road ahead was blocked by a crashed fire truck that was itself on fire. Lara saw the crew inside ablaze and yet still somehow moving. She bit back the rising bile and turned her head from the scene. Davey had to turn down a side street and take a parallel road to get back on track. However the parallel road proved almost as impassable and dangerous. There was a shoot out between a half dozen SWAT officers and a host of organised gang-bangers from who knew where, bullets from automatic weapons sprayed in all directions wildly, it was as if no one cared about collateral damage or the innocent anymore. Maybe those concepts were already outdated.
Davey cursed, ducked down and swung the car around onto the wrong side of the road to avoid the worst of the shootout. It was as they slid past the danger down another side street that Lara realised Davey had put himself on the dangerous side and kept the bullets as far away from her as he could have. It made her heart skip a bit and the butterflies in her stomach danced all over again, with pride and gratitude.
There was a weird moment when they passed by a lone woman, with torn clothing and covered in blood and tears, sitting on the roof of a crashed car. Singing a song about a woman called 'Rhinnanon'. She sounded like a professional singer because though Lara didn't know the song, it sounded amazing to her ethereal and sad and beautiful all at once. They passed her by in silence.

The looters had outweighed the rapists to begin with but the further they travelled the more often it seemed to be that women were the object the men's desires more and more. And the men were no longer interested in gaining consent to get their hands on their bodies.
Lara witnessed multiple examples of car collisions where one car would deliberately hit another head on, and then in seconds the males from one car would burst out from the crash to smash their way into the other car and drag out any women or girl of 'reasonable' age and either rape them in their own cars or drag them away. Any men accompanying the women would be killed or beaten into submission.
Lara found herself subconsciously shifting herself lower into her seat but she couldn't keep herself from watching the women's fates as they past them by. Clothes torn open to reveal gelatinous breasts and pale buttocks and thighs and pubic hair. Terrorised, tear-streaked faces pressed hard against door glass. Lips stretched and throats bulging around erections pushed deep into mouths. Threats of violence to ensure there was no attempt at biting. Of course some of the captives would do it anyway and would pay the price. But on occasion so would the men they bit.
Feeling like she was witnessing the mass assault on the female population of Connecticut, Lara realised that if she had been alone, if Davey had been come along with her, young as he was, she would be completely, and literally, screwed on her own. Without him she wouldn't have even made it into the centre of town. He had already saved her life, probably more than once. The realisation made it easier to get her head around doing with him what she knew she would have to from now on.

They had to slow to couple of miles per hour to navigate another pile up, part of which had skidded into a store front. This time the store was a savings and loan and there were a number of people about looting and pillaging whatever they could get their hands on.
She saw someone fighting to free a screaming punk girl from a five or six strong gang of men who looked like they were trying to strip her and throw her into the open back of their precariously parked and probably stolen postal service van at the same time, and not quite managing either. As Lara watched, one of the men swung a large pump action shotgun from his shoulder, levelled it, point blank, at the youth fighting to free the girl and practically blasted him in two.
His upper body whipped around, the pile driving impact tearing his torso from his pelvis and spinning him horizontally through the air throwing eviscerated guts across the ground before his body splattered down beside them. Lara recognised him, in that moment, as Ted Mason-Jones. And that meant the punk girl had be Sadie Esteban. She looked at the girl again who having witnessed the bisected demise of her own protector seemed to give up. All the fight went out of her, all the screaming and struggling. Men ripped the damaged material from her young tanned flesh, feeling her up, penetrating her with fingers,licking and sucking at her naked skin while she was lifted off her feet and hauled into the back of the postal van.
Lara couldn't see clearly but she did get the distinctive impression that Sadie wasn't the only female in the back of that van.

Around another couple of corners and back onto the original northerly route along main street, they nearly ran down a girl who emerged from a bar, sprinting like a pale blur down the stone steps to the side walk and then straight into their path. Lara recognised the girl as twenty year old Jordana Caprall who was a neighbour of hers and was employed part time as a Demi Lovato impersonator. As far as Lara was concerned the girl was great at her job, she was the spitting image of the gorgeous singer and actress and had a pretty good singing voice too. Not that Lara was an expert.
Jordana slapped her palms down hard onto the 4Runner's hood as Davey slammed on the brakes. Her pretty, though tear-filled brown eyes were wide with terror and Lara noticed her full lips were smeared with blood and lipstick and one eye was bruising and swelling. Her cropped military style jacket was damaged and open she didn't seem to be wearing anything underneath it and what she could see of the inner curves of her probably D-cup breasts were marked by cruel red welts. She stared at the windshield, not seeming to see who was within and screamed incoherently. Then her head whipped around back to the bar as five partly dressed but all heavily armed men erupted from the thick wood and glass doors and burst onto the street after her. They had obviously claimed her as theirs and weren't about to let her escape.
Her scream became a terrified whimper and she ran on.
The men chasing her down didn't so much as spare the 4Runner a glance, much to Lara's relief and they waited, the engine idling quietly, until the gang and their quarry were out of sight, before setting off again along their chosen path.

Lara spent a couple of minutes feeling a mixture of horror, sympathy and guilt over Jordana, which she soon found was spiced with guilt ridden but pussy dampening images of what those men were no doubt doing to her right this second. They had bound to have caught her, encircled her and dragged her to the floor, and then set upon her with mouths and erections one or more for each one of her tight little holes, throwing her down onto all fours and raping her pussy ass and mouth all day and night. Thinking about it picturing it threw into her consciousness as much excitement as guilt and self-loathing but she allowed the images to play out all the same.

They saw a news helicopter on the roof or a two storey local news station. The pilot on the edge of the roof and was waving and shouting at something or someone down on the ground on the far side of the street.
As they got closer they saw an attractive looking slender brunette, who Lara thought looked vaguely familiar. She was trying to sprint in stiletto heels across the black top and, like so many others, she was being chased by a gang of horny men.
They were making a game of it. It was obvious that they could catch up to her whenever the wanted to but they ran up close and snatched at a piece of clothing, tugging on the belt of her knee length trench coat or ripping the purse from the crook of her elbow, grabbing a handful of her hair and giving it a playful tug before letting her squeal in panic and speed up ahead of them. Halfway across one of them got a bit over excited and grabbed at the loose collar of her white silk blouse. And pulled it hard, the buttons ripped and the blouse flew open, the soft bra beneath couldn't contain her small breasts and they bounced around to her running pace as though unfettered. That was it for the men, their horny fun turned suddenly serious and they leapt on her en masse and pulled her to the hard ground by sheer weight of numbers ripping the clothing from her screaming, crying body.
Davey kept the 4Runner wide and sped past. Lara looked over at the gang and the woman who was now choking on a big hard erection, her pretty face gripped tight in two hands and twisted awkwardly while other hands lifted her and pulled her thighs wide apart, splaying her like a wish one, while multiple hands fingered her between the legs.
"That was Alycia Lane." Davey muttered. "I remember her from TV."
Lara nodded as she glimpsed the woman's breasts bared and mouths locking to her fear hardened nipples in the wing mirror.
"I thought I recognised her. From Phily, I remember the guys all had the hots for her."
"They weren't the only ones by the looks of it, Miss." Davey commented.
"Yeah. She's making the news now." Lara replied.

Their car journey ended at a rock block. It was a police assembled thing with angle-parked squad cars blocking both lanes and bollards blocking up any gaps but there were no officers in view. Just blood, unidentified offal from the missing bodies and brass casings littering the black top.
The cops had chosen a good spot for their road block, there were no side roads to take and no way around. And though not voiced, neither Lara nor Davey wanted to backtrack not for a second and they both knew it.
"What do we do, Davey?" Lara asked.
Immediately she was shocked that, though she was the adult, the mature one, the responsible one, she had found herself deferring to Davey's leadership. What was happening to her?
"We'll have to go the rest of the way on foot. It's only about a mile."
He pulled the car up at the side of the road knocked it out of gear and switched off the ignition and then nodded his head toward a chain-link fence to the left side of the street.
"Through there, follow the alley between the lock ups over there. It leads to an industrial complex. Cut across that and you'll find a little wooded area with a track. that leads to my street. It's easy enough."
"I think I got it." Lara said, a little uncertainly.
"Just keep straight, you won't get lost."
"You'll stay with me though?"
"Of course I will. It's just in case we get separated some how."
Lara nodded. But the uncertainty was turning back into fear and she felt shivers starting in her extremities.
"Let's get going, Miss. Before anyone sees us."
They got out of the car. Lara felt cold and naked, and creeped out. As if a thousand evil men were staring at her from the shadows and darkened store fronts, windows, and behind her. Always behind her.
"You go ahead. I'll watch your back. I should find a weapon too."
"Okay, but Davey. You'll stay close won't you?"
"Of course, Miss. Your my girlfriend now, aren't you?"
"Yes, Davey. I'm your girlfriend. As long as you protect me. I'll do anything you want me to..."

It went swimmingly for all of five minutes. Then Davey spotted a shaft of old iron railing, partially rusted with black paint peeling and he stopped to pull it up from the ground.
"It's okay, miss. You go on ahead. I'll only be a minute. I'll catch you up in no time. I'd just feel better with a weapon is all."
"Okay Davey, if you think it's safe."
And she left him there at the end of the chain link fence pulling at a four foot shaft of iron railing and turned up onto the little open air corridor lined by white washed and graffiti scarred lock ups.

She made it to the far end of the lock ups before she ran into trouble. Someone stepped out from the side of the last lock up and grabbed her, throwing one arm around her waist and the other tight over her mouth, stifling a scream. She was hoisted up off the ground and muscled forwards around the corner into the open area of the industrial complex Davey had mentioned. She could even see the wooded area opposite and a loose gap in the pretty looking copse of trees the must be the track me mentioned. But between all of that and Lara was the postal van from earlier, and right outside of it an orgy was taking place.
There were seven of them all young men, most black and hispanic and three girls. Other girls were also there locked up with chains and pad locks or with cable ties and stuffed into wheeled metal cages you found in warehouses and post offices and the like. Lara saw one of them was Sadie. She was naked and battered and bruised. As Lara watched her, the girl suddenly heaved and then vomited curdled spunk all over herself.
There were two big mattresses laid out on the cold concrete where the seven men were busy assaulting three girls. Lara recognised two of the girls. One of them was Jordana, the Demi Lovato impersonator, and the other was a young teaching assistant from Lara's school, called Cassie. A California blonde with a gym toned body to match. Four of the men, some of who were wearing orange convict jumpsuits, had her already stripped and were crowding around her and the one who was standing behind her, threw his arms up under her arms and pulled her into a fast double arm lock, while another two grabbed her under the knees to lift and spread her legs apart. Lara noticed then that she was no natural blonde at all, a neat but full bush of almost black pubic hair glistened above saliva wet pussy lips. But then the biggest black convict stepped into between her trembling thighs with a giant, almighty anaconda of an erect shaft. jutting like a concrete lance from the unbuttoned front of his jump suit. Cassie, shook her head, pleading, looking absolutely terrified as he stepped between her spread thighs and a moment later the air was filled with a wailing, crying scream, as he stuffed her with that monster ebony dick.
Jordana looked like she had been raped for hours already, like she had been abused into oblivion, although it was impossible. Her face and hair and breasts were matted with gouts of sticky spunk even though she was sandwiched between two rapists who were still busy taking their pleasure from two of her three holes. She looked dazed, drunk or stoned or something. And then, just like Sadie had a second or two earlier, she heaved horribly and retched and a flurry of spunk came up, vomited noisily from the depths of her guts. It spewed and splattered down right next to the head of the convict who was underneath her, splashing half of his face. In a sudden reactionary rage, he slammed an angry fist into her cheek practically knocking the last of the consciousness out of her. Then he corrected his mistake by slapping her across the other cheek two or three times to bring her back around again. Lara couldn't see much of a difference herself.
The third girl hadn't been started on yet. Two other men were pulling and shoving her over toward the mattresses. While behind her, a small crown of young boys followed her, crying and protective at the same time, trying to protect the girl but at the same not wanting to attract the wrath of the gang of men.
That was when Lara recognised a few of the boys and put two and two together. One of the boys was Christopher Guest, and she also recognised Paul and Ricky Thompson too, as boys from the sixth grade. She could see Christopher was the most upset, blubbing and reaching out for the girl. Lara knew the little lad had an older sister, Rachel. The girl must be her. She was only wearing a one piece dark blue bathing suit with a yellow diaphanous sarong around her waist. And at one glance anyone could see she was another teenage beauty, auburn haired, drawn into a loose plait, tall and lean with toned, tanned limbs, small taut breasts and a lovely wide eyed and full lipped face. As Lara was shuffled forwards Rachel Guest was hoisted up off the ground by the two convicts by her wrists and ankles and then lowered onto the mattress. She looked more annoyed than frightened as the men lowered themselves along side her and started to peel off her meagre clothing, she struggled and slapped at them, neither too aggressively or at all successfully.
Then Lara was distracted again, four more men appeared from the back of the postal van. They had made a makeshift ramp out of a set of doors and were wheeling the girl-cages into the back of the vehicle one at a time. three of them grabbed the next closest cage, which was Sadie's and started to transport the crying despairing girl into the van. The forth man had spotted Lara and her captor and was making his way across.
"You guys get finished in a hurry. I wanna be gone from here in five minutes tops." He threw across to the rest of the rape-gang.
Lara could see the two with Jordana were done with her and she was lifted bodily dumped into a cage and then secured inside it with chains and a padlock. Cassie was still in the midst of her own ordeal and was still wailing and cursing uselessly as the huge convict hammered into her with his prehistoric beast of an erection. Lara knew that discomfort. She had dated a couple of well hung guys a few years ago and it had taken a few months of getting fucked by those big dicks before she had been stretched enough to accept them with pleasure. She had managed both of them in all three holes eventually, oral had been easiest as she had gained control of her gag reflex. Anal had been hardest though, and the first guy had been relentless evert time. It was why she'd broken up with him really, he never seemed to respect her much, had wanted to be fucking her all the time, like sex addict or something. So she dumped him, even though he'd been gorgeous and so damned sexy. She still got herself off over thoughts about him from time to time. The second guy had been a little nicer and easier in bed after her experiences with the first guy had trained her up somewhat, but he hadn't been as good looking and had turned out to have a gambling problem so she had dumped him too. And then spent a few months doing yoga to tighten up her ass and pussy again.
Rachel was crying now, naked, lying on her side being spooned front and back by the two men who, without preamble or anything more than some spit were pinning her between them and pounding away in her pussy and ass. Lara wondered if she had been a virgin.
But then her view was blocked by the forth man from the back of the postal van, who stood before her and looked her up and down.
"Hey Micky!" Someone shouted from the postal van. "We're gonna pack up these last bitches and get going, we'll come back fer you an' the others in a half hour. Dat okay wiv you?"
"Sure!" The man looking Lara up and down shouted back over his shoulder. "Hose 'em all down when you get to the depot, clean 'em up. Then get your asses back here. There's still plenty more stock to collect before nightfall."
"Okay Mick, gotcha."
"Good find Benny, looks like someone's already gift-wrapped this one for us!" Micky said, turning his attention back to Lara.
His eyes went wide as he looked Lara's ripe, toned body up and down without distraction for the first time.
"Nice piece!"
"Yeah, she's hot ain't she, Mick." The guy holding her commented, as Mick started to unwind the Stars And Stripes dress.
The other man behind, let go or Lara and helped Micky strip her of her makeshift dress. Lara though still and silent, except for an uncontrolled shivering, was aware of the sounds beyond her. The crying of Rachel Guest was still going on but the other woman had fallen silent. There was the clatter of more cages, the slam of van doors. The rumble of an engine starting up, more slamming of doors. And then, beyond the large, tall frame of Micky she saw the van pull away and rumble off out of sight around the far side of a loading bay.

Lara could hear Rachel being raped still, her crying and moaning and the grunts of two men, and beneath it all, further away the subdued weeping of the boys witnessing their friend's sister being abused in both holes at once. The boys no doubt had probably all wanted to see the older girl naked, and were secretly enjoying the site of her naked body being fucked hard, but were scared too… Other than that all was quiet.
The flag dress fell away, caught by a breeze that engorged her nipples even as it took her clothing into the warm afternoon air. Micky's eyes widened at Lara's lush nakedness, even though the flag dress had been pretty revealing, seeing her in all her glory, the creamy slender muscle tone of her abdomen, the way her pubis, with its little neat patch of pubic hair, slipped gracefully inwards toward pouting pink pussy lips, the subtle though strong curves of her inner thighs, made him actually lick his lips with wanton desire.
"She's a ripe one." Micky said gutturally, lust colouring his voice. "Shift back some, gimme a little room." He added to Benny.
But even before Benny could comply, Lara started to struggle. Now that there were only four of them she had a better chance. Or at least Davey would. And maybe the boys would help out, too. She pulled away from the guy holding her from behind and he automatically released the hand that covered her mouth.
"Davey!" Lara screamed.
But Micky slapped her smartly across the face, not even taking in what she had shouted.
"The mouth's for sucking dick, not making noises. You only get one warning girl and that was it."
He grabbed her by the throat with one hand and leaned in close, Lara froze, shivering in fear as his grip tightened. She felt Benny's hands reaching around to cup her c-cup breasts and flick her stiff nipples with the pads of his fingertips.
Micky meanwhile reached around to her rear cupping her and squeezing her tightly rounded little buttocks one at a time before sliding his fingers between them spreading the lips of her pussy and pushing two fingers up inside her.
Lara whimpered and squirmed at the intense and uncomfortable invasion, but it was quickly eclipsed when Micky pulled out and shoved the same two fingers up her ass. Deep, all the way, as far as he reach. and then added a third. Lara winced and then wailed, her legs buckling.
"Davey!!"
"Hold her Benny." Micky snapped letting go of her throat.
"Who's this Davey? There was no body with her..."
"Who gives a fuck?!"
She thought of Davey, wondered where he was but then she imagined what he would see when he came sprinting around the corner with his chosen weapon. and she felt a strong flush of humiliation again at the thought of how he would find her. She would be so utterly degraded, held and stripped and felt up and maybe raped by these men. And Davey having to come and rescue her all over again. She started to see more and more of just how much she not only needed him, but how much effort she would have to put in to keep him with her, protecting her, keeping her safe.
She felt herself flushing with embarrassment but also felt her pussy priming at the thought of pleasing Davey, of bouncing on his cock while her perfect breasts bouncing in his face. His teacher's breasts, that he should never have the chance to see naked, let alone cup and squeeze and suck and nibble. She was momentarily glad that this animal abuser Micky had already switched from her pussy to her ass so he would feel her getting juiced up and take it the wrong way.

Leaving the fingers stuffed up her succulent ass, Micky came around to the side of her while Benny put her in a head lock pinning her arms out in a cruciform stopping her from being able to bat Micky's probing fingers away from her.
Micky took full advantage of it. He withdrew one of his fingers from her ass but added two from his other hand so he had too from each up her, creating a tight hooking grip inside her rectum.
"Hold her tight, I'm gonna give her a bit of a stretch." Micky growled at Benny, who obediently tightened his grip on the luscious blonde.
Then Lara screamed as she felt the fingers pulling in opposite directions and her anal ring screamed white fire in protest at being forced open by Micky's forceful pulling.
"NO! DAVEY!!"
And there he was. She saw movement out of the corner of her eye and knew instinctively that it was him.
"No!" He snarled.

Davey came sprinting around the corner from the row of lock ups with the iron railing in hand, four feet of heavy inch thick spike. The two men didn't know whether to laugh or run. He was snarling, coming at them full pelt with a look intense violence etched onto his soft pudgy features.
The soft pudginess supplied the comedy and it was extreme. Seeing the large, soft, fat boy running so hard with the rolls of fat and flesh bouncing and reverberating smacking off each other, the double chins wobbling, her chicken wings flapping, the bouncing excess weight throwing his clothes this way and that was all simply hilarious. But that look of animalistic viciousness that burned in his eyes like a sickness gave them pause and caught the laughter in the back of their throats.
He was on them with a roar and swinging the heavy club from way behind him putting all of his strength and momentum into it. He was like a juggernaut.
Micky and Benny had actually helped Davey by positioning Lara as she was, bent over at the waist with her head down. It gave Davey a clean angle for his first swing which struck Micky in the side of the head. His ear burst under the pressure and the impact split his cheek, shattered his ocular radial bone and knocked his eye out of it's socket. He went down screaming.
Benny made the mistake of shoving Lara toward Davey while he skipped back and picked up his machete. Davey skipped around the side of his naked teacher, trying to keep his attention off her lush and distracting nudity and on the other man.
Benny grinned as he lifted his machete to cut Davey down and then preceded to hack him to pieces, but he didn't bank on Davey's extended reach or the fact that Davey wasn't bothering to go for his head or torso.
Davey got up some momentum again and this time swung his metal spike into Benny's knee. The leg shattered on impact, blood and bone piercing flesh and denim fabric, the knee buckling and twisting the wrong way Benny went down. He lay there yelling and trying to ward the boy off with his machete, but Davey still had then length and he smashed Benny's arms as he had his leg, grinning malevolently as the machete skittered away and then he drove the sharp broken end of his spike straight down through Benny's throat, yanked it back out and left the rapist to drown on his own blood.
The other two who had been raping Rachel Guest were finally on their feet pulling their trouser back up and looking around for their weapons.
The boys including Rachel's brother were standing there aghast and frozen. They'd be no help but Davey didn't look like he needed it anyway. One of the rapists snatched up Benny's machete while the other one picked up a pistol.
Davey knew well enough to take down the gun carrier first, and he ran in a curving arc swinging the spike around behind him cutting down the distance while the man cocked and the tried to aim the pistol. He was surprised and panicked and of course the shots went wide. Lara ran around the side of the last lock up to protect herself but Davey just ran in screaming and cursing closing the distance while the panicked man wasted bullet after bullet.
One shot bounced up off the ground and hit Micky in the ribs and silenced his weakening moans. Another slug hit one of the kids, though not the Guest boy or either of the Thompson brothers. And that was the last shot the man managed because Davey was on him then. He didn't hit him with the spike at first, instead he just bulldozed him, ran straight into him and knocked him over, a juggernaut against a bowling pin.
They both hit the floor but Davey was prepared for it, he threw himself into a forward roll and somehow came back onto his feet and then stood over the man and brought the spike down onto his head and torso in a fast flurry of a half dozen blows. the third was fatal, the sixth made him impossible to identify.

Lara came out from behind the lock up as Davey grabbed the Star and Stripes and brought it back to her with a flush faced, embarrassed grin.
"Thank me later." Was all he said to her in a breathless mumble.
Lara wondered if the deeper, more explicit meaning had even occurred to him. It didn't matter. She would be doing just that. On her back. She started to tie it around her again. While out of the corner of her eyes she saw Davey gathering up the machete and the pistol while the boys went over to help Rachel Guest. Lara found herself momentarily lost in an illicit idea of Rachel's fate with the boys being much the same as it would have been with these men. That they would all go back to one of their houses for safety and it wouldn't be long before Rachel found herself, like Lara buying their protection with her body. Maybe even her brother's. Spending the night being gang banged by her little brother and his friends.
Once she was dressed she looked over at Davey and with a certain degree of shock and surprise watched him hacking off the wounded men's and boys heads with his acquired machete. She didn't try to stop him or ask him why he had done it she just stood there, feeling like a lost lamb, waiting for her literal boyfriend to collect her and lead her on to his house and the fate that awaited her.

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They hadn't spoken at all between leaving the industrial area and reaching Davey's parents house. Lara had been thinking to herself, not quite in shock but certainly numbed by what had just happened and everything else she had witnessed and experienced since she had taken the detention duty at school.
Davey's strength and determination to protect Lara had impressed her as much as his brutality and bloodthirstiness had shocked her and to a degree made her a little afraid of him. It was a new side to him and she wondered how he would react if she tried to get out of doing what she had said she would do with him. It had crossed her mind to find a way to get out of it. What she had said had been desperate and spur of the moment pleading to get him to help her from being gang raped. She never really thought he would hold her to it. To agreeing to do anything sexually that he wanted to her? That was too much for anyone to offer.
And yet seeing not only what he was capable of but more importantly what he was willing to do for her. Go up against older men and four at a time and men armed with guns and knives? He had certainly proved his worth to her.
She walked and thought to herself and slowly started to come to terms with her new reality. He was obviously dedicated and determined to protect his favourite teacher and being landed in the care of someone like Davey was infinitely better for her than to be stuck with some nasty abusive prick like Tyler Jaden, or that bastard Gym teacher Dougie Carson who'd taken her out laced her white wine with Gin or something, got her so drunk he'd not only got her to pay the bill but talked her into taking it up the ass in the back of his tiny little car on the first date in the school car park and in clear view of half the tenth grade football team and then tried to blackmail her into being his 'regular saturday night thing' as he had put it. She had gone to the principle of course, severely humiliated and at risk of getting herself into trouble, but with a bit of coaxing and a one off blowjob in the office with her on her knees under his desk, she had convinced him to step in and deal with the matter.
Davey was infinitely a better choice of protector than those kind of people.
She knew now from what she had witnessed and experienced that she needed him and she was not only prepared to do whatever he wanted in exchange, a part of her wanted to do it. to do him proud, to show him how grateful she was to keep him protecting her, And somewhere in the back of her mind she knew that on some subconscious level the humiliation of him of having to give herself to him of being degraded by the act of giving herself to him, actually turned her on. However she stuffed that down deep and kept it hidden. She didn't want this. She had no choice,to survive in this world she needed Davey and to keep him she had to give him her body and do whatever he wanted. to give him all her holes whenever he wanted them. She had no other choice. It was that or die. Or worse. to become the property of men like the people she'd seen today or men like coach Carson or boys like Tyler and Isiah. No Davey was the only one she could trust to protect her and treat her kindly and if she had to take it up the ass half a dozen times a day or get her throat fucked on the hour every hour she'd do what she had to.

The house, a low one storey wooden ranch style building, almost growing out of a clearing in the woods with just a gravel track leading to the closest blacktop road, was deserted. There was an old rusted pick up truck up on bricks in the front yard. Davey had a key on a length of cord around his throat and he unlocked the door and let them both inside then relocked the door and started finding planks, nails and heavy pieces of furniture to barricade the door with.
"So, Davey. Where are you parents?" Lara asked.
"Dad's in jail. Though mum keeps saying he's out of state working. I hear what my uncle Evan says to my mom. He's around here most nights. gives her money and then fucks her. She's probably around at his now. I don't care I don't need them. I look after myself."
"And now me too," Lara muttered to herself.
"Yep." He agreed matter of factly. "I got plenty of supplies here but I need to get them together. We can stay here tonight and leave in the morning. We'll go somewhere in the country. We can plant vegetables and I can hunt. We'll be fine."
"Erm, okay, Davey." Lara said, taken aback at his planning. "Where will we go?"
"Do you know of anywhere?"
"My father has a cabin in upstate New York. There's a good size vegetable garden, a few pigs and chickens. Wild rabbits."
"Sounds perfect, Miss."

There was a moment of silence while Davey hammered nails. Lara sat on the old couch. Tapping her feet and drumming her fingers nervously. She knew she'd have to let him fuck her soon. He'd start making his demands. She forced herself to go back over the afternoon's activities, to remind herself what he had done for her, how he had saved her and how she now depended on him, She hoped it would help her to psyche herself up to becoming his personal sex object. His girlfriend. But he surprised her.
"The bathroom's through there." He said, pointing at one of the two doors in the back wall. "Why don't you take a shower. If you want you can look through my mums clothes if you want, they might fit you."
"Thank you Davey. That sound's great. I'd actually kill for a shower."

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She half expected him to follow her in so she left the door open and stripped off her Star and Stripes dress. He didn't show. She got the water running and got it nice and hot. there was only a hand towel and a small body towl but they were both clean and relatively fluffy. He still didn't show. she got under the steaming hot water and washed her hair, lathered up her body letting the hot water and shower gel massage her aches and welts. She washed between her legs and buttocks carefully, slowly warming to the idea of Davey inside her and she wanted smell nice for him and feel nice for him and look great for him. So she took her time, washed and lathered herself twice over, tried to settle her nerves and get herself into the mood.
Eventually she realised he wasn't coming after her and she switched the water off and wrapped herself in the towels. She went into the main bedroom which she found at once, the door was wide open. She found a hair dryer and dried her hair but something told her to keep it just to the towel. She went back into the living room where Davey waited for her with a couple of glasses of vodka and a mug of freshly brewed coffee.
She was acutely aware of how erotic she must look the towel was tucked into her cleavage and she had purposefully arranged it to lift and bulge out her decolletage, giving her a bustier look. the length of the towel covered her pubic mound by two inches at the most. It made her toned, supple legs look super long, even without heels on. Her flesh was scrubbed and clean and glowed a vibrant pink, her cheeks too, it made her luscious blue eyes gleam brightly. Her hair was dry and smooth and gleaming and she had ran her fingers through it giving it volume and a neat centre parting.
"I didn't know which one you'd prefer. I made both." He said staring at her with wide eyes and a bulge in his trousers.
"Thank you, Davey."
"You look beautiful." He added, but it was practically under his breath.
Lara just smiled coquettishly and picked up the mug of coffee.
She took a seat on the sofa, acutely aware of the towel riding up around her hips and wondering if her pussy was on display or in shadow. Of course, it wouldn't matter to Davey, his eyes would be on stalks either way. She had no doubt of that. He sat down beside her. His eyes glued to her.
There was an awkward silence that reminded Lara for a moment just how young and inexperienced Davey was and it gave her heart an awkward leap. But she bit that down and settled herself and then went straight into it.
"Davey..." She said.
And then hesitated. Her throat dry, feeling the butterflies and the shivers again. She was nervous, intimately aware how close he was to her and how naked she was under the towel and what she was about to give him. That she was about to give herself to a student that only hours ago she was in charge of. And now he would be in charge of her. Or protecting her and of her body as well. She drank more coffee. Wishing she had picked up the vodka first and then held his gaze with hers.

"...I want you to protect me from now on Davey. I'm begging you to protect me. There are all kinds of monsters out there. Rapists. Men that will happily do horrible things to me and keep doing them to me for the rest of my life. So I'm begging you to keep me safe, to protect me from them, protect my pussy and ass from being gang raped over and over again."
She was playing on his own lusts a little and she knew it, but she didn't care. she had already decided to give her body to him. He looked up at her with wide eyes but didn't say anything. So she carried on.
"I want you to know how thankful I am that you've rescued me twice already. That you put yourself in harms way to protect your teacher. But I also want you to understand that the fact that you have seen me so naked is so humiliating for me. As an adult, and as your teacher. And worse still you've seen my naked body being so viciously raped already. It's degrading and I feel utterly humiliated by that. But. If you can keep my me safe, from the men. From the monsters. Then you'll get my holes in return. My holes will be for you and you only. All three of them.
"Part of me knows you're so young, maybe too young. And that it's so wrong for me to give my pussy and my ass over to you to protect and to fuck when ever you want. But I've come to realise that there's no more society to judge me and there's no one else I can trust who can protect me."
She saw him blushing a little and his pupils were dilating, but he stayed silent still. So she carried on.
"I know you and all the boys at school have always had a crush on me. So I'm making you a promise Davey. So as long as you protect me, you'll have exactly what you have always fantasised about. Everything. Your teacher's tight little pussy. And ass. And mouth, any time you want. Right now Davey, if you want.
"Thank you, Miss."
"I'm your girlfriend now Davey. You should call me Lara."
"Lara." He murmured as if trying it on for size.
"So do you agree?"
"Yes, Lara. I agree."
"So what do you want to do to me? My body's yours. You can do anything you want. you just tell me and I'll do it gladly."
"Stand up, Miss... Lara."
She did so and for a long moment he neither moved nor spoke, just stared for a moment at the bulging tops of her c-cup breasts and the tucked in corner of the little white towel and then with shaking hands he grasped the corner and yanked it out of her cleavage. Then using his grip of the corner he ripped the towel down and off and then stared, taking the priceless beauty of her nakedness.
Instinctively she felt the desire, the need to cover herself, that Davey couldn't be allowed to see her like this, that it was wrong. Her head filling her minds eye with flashy memories of them in class, Lara teaching Davey staring at her from the back, eyes always looked on her, the slack mouth always glistening with a little drool as his eyes undressed her over and over again. And now he had done it for real.
She deliberately forced her thoughts to today, replaying what he had done and why. Why she had to stand there and display herself, why he had to be allowed. Because she was his and she had to allow him to take in her naked body that grown men would kill to see, but this boy gets to enjoy. Whenever he wants. Starting now.
She watched him for a drawn out second, his eyes locked on her proud and perky breasts with the sweetly pink strawberry nipples and areloae. His hands came up and cupped her breasts, thumbs stroking her areolae, circling around her nipples without touching. then his fingers and thumbs caught her nipples, gently pinching and tugging and stroking the little erect buds. Lara let out a throaty moan.
"That's nice Davey." She breathed.
He didn't reply, seemed almost embarrassed by her vocalisation. But it didn't stop him from leaning forward to suck at her nipples. At first he suckled at them much like an infant would but he soon grew more adventurous and started to use his tongue teasing and tasting, rolling and encircling, flicking before getting back to the suction of sucking.
Lara ran her hands through his hair gently, letting out little sweet sounding moans as he sucked her nipples and squeezed and fondled her breasts for a long time. She could see his little cock stretching out the crotch of his trousers with his blatant excitement.
Ordinarily, with previous boyfriends, she would have had it out in the open by now, either tossing him off or sucking him off. Or getting her face fucked. But Davey seemed to be content with taking his time and sucking on her nipples. And then she was proved wrong.
He stood up abruptly, his broad flabby chest brushing her engorged nipples, then his bloated, soft belly pressing against her taut, flat one, until he seemed to tower over her. With a grunt of obvious adolescent lust he grabbed her by one slender creamy shoulder and spun her around and down, shoving her, bending her over the couch, with her face against the arm rest and her ass up in the air.
She let out a gasping moan at his sudden gust of dominance. But reminded herself that she was his and he had control, he could do whatever he wanted.
She felt both of his big soft youthful hands cupping her taut little buttocks flesh smoothing over flesh, then squeezing. He let out a little throaty groan.
"That's all for you Davey, that tight ass, that sexy little pussy."
Davey responded by spanking her ass hard with three or four stinging open palmed slaps that had Lara gasping and moaning loudly.
"Ohhhh! Anything you want Davey! Anything!" She groaned.
And in her head she was realising how much things had changed, in the course of a few short hours. How her life had flipped over. In the more recent past, fighting the embarrassing memories of her teens and college years, she had dumped boyfriends for getting dominant on her. But now she was as subservient as anyone could be. She was giving herself freely to a boy, enslaving herself to his e=sexual whim. She looked at her own position, drawing an image of herself in her mind's eye, and out of body experience, looking over at the couch from the fireplace. Seeing herself, face down on her hands and knees, completely naked, bent over the couch, my pussy and asshole exposed to young Davey, kneeling behind her spanking and squeezing her delectable ass, while her perfect little breasts shook and danced underneath her. And Davey staring at her, examining her, exploring her. Both of them knowing he's just moments away from pounding her gorgeous, tight little pussy, his teacher's tight little pussy. Now she was his girlfriend. She was a wiling vessel for his for his desire, for his lust, for his spunk. Things have changed so much.
He spanked her again that hardest one yet, bringing her abruptly back into her body and then she tensed, her face flushing as she felt the pad of one digit stroke experimentally across the cinched, puckered star of her hot little anus. Lara gasped at the touch, afraid and anticipating. But he didn't probe any further. Not then

Still squeezing one taut buttock, he reached underneath her with the other hand, between her spread thighs. Running the fingers of one hand along her smooth creamy flesh, tracing a gentle almost ticklish path across her flat stomach, over the miniscule bulge of her pubis and into the pretty patch of her neatly trimmed pubic hair. She started to pant in anticipation.
She felt his chubby fingertips slide through her pubic mound over her clitoris, which made her thighs tremble involuntarily and then he found the dampness and heat beneath and found his way inside her primed vagina with first one thick finger and then two.
"Ohhh Davey... Yessss." She groaned.


A moment later, Davey abruptly pulled away and got off the couch. In surprise Lara lifted her upper body to see what he was up to. He was stripping of f his clothing, in one hell of a hurry.
She saw his cock short and stubby, less than five inches but it was throbbing and looked super hard, thick veins etched over the surface. And seeing it reminded her how thick it was. Thick as that, it wouldn't matter that it was only short.
Plus he had the stamina of an adolescent behind him too. He could probably go all night. She'd heard some of the locker room boasts from the boys and more importantly some of the complaints from the girlfriends of insatiable lads who climaxed eight or ten times in a night and wouldn't let up on their dates until they were fully satisfied. And Lara had that ahead of her right now.
Nervousness and degradation and self loathing of how turned on she was starting to feel in this situation started to make Lara's mouth run away with her.
"You going to fuck your teacher's pussy, Davey?" She groaned, letting the words come unbidden, not caring what she came out with. Her subconscious coming to the fore.
Davey was back at her again, kneeling behind her, his big hands on her ass again, claiming it as his property. Then she felt the solid head of his erection against her ass. The length of the shaft touching her pussy lips, warming them.
"Yes! Fuck me good, big man. You're the man of the house, Davey! You're in charge."
"I am." Davey grunted, he sounded dull, grunting, distracted. Horny.
"Fuck me good, Davey." She moaned, humiliating herself, as much with how the words sounded to her, pleading, begging. As much as with who she was saying it too.
The mindless groaning commentary went on, rolling aimlessly across her tongue as she felt Davey fiddling around behind her, lining his cock up with her pouting pussy lips.
She knew she was horny, knew she was wet but her nervousness was playing on her mind. She'd been nervous before when having sex with a date for the first time and she had ended up not lubed enough. Of course, that hadn't bothered the date in the slightest. He had fucked her anyway. Fucked her raw. And then fucked her again. An alleyway once, a restaurant toilets, quite a few back seats of cars, occasionally even bedrooms. But with Davey it was different, part of her hoped she was lubed up enough to make it good. But the rest of her realized it was irrelevant. She existed now for Davey's pleasure not her own. It was enough that she survive. But she could still hope.
"You know Davey," She panted. "So many people would have loved to have ripped off that towel, see what I look like so naked, most of the teachers and students at school, parents, neighbors, the mail man the newspaper boy. But only the boy who protects my holes gets to see my body and fuck me hard. So give it to me, Davey, I'm yours! You deserve it! You're so brave, the way you beat those guys up who stripped me naked and were finger fucking my little ass, you came and rescued me like a real brave hero! You! Now you take charge Davey and fuck me good, make me cum!"
"I will, Miss." He grunted.
Aware of him using her title and not her name, Lara wondered if it was more of a turn on for him to think of her as his teacher rather than his girlfriend.
"Did you ever think you'd get to see your favorite teacher naked, Davey and hear me tell you to fuck me hard?"
Davey responded with a loud low groan, his thumbs hooked into her swollen labia and pulled her open and a split second later he drove his erection into Lara's pussy for the first time ever, drive it in deep until his broad flabby belly, slapped noisily against her ass. Lara moaned loudly as her pussy was stretched around the fat stumpy cock and Davey let out a reverberating maon of his own and started to pound her like a rampant rabbit, the way a dog fucks it's bitch. very fast and very hard.
It overwhelmed Lara and she felt herself cumming on his dick almost at once.
"Oh God Davey! Fuck! You're making me cum! Ohh harder! Davey, harder! Fuck me like the big man of the house! Ohhh Davey! Ohhh! Yes Davey! Yes! Yess! YESS!"

He didn't last much longer.But it didn't seem to bother the boy. He groaned loud, digging his hands into Lara's delectable ass and emptied his balls into her tight, clutching pussy. She felt the hot and heavy streaming gouts of spunk spraying into her, a half dozen of them While Davey groaned and wheezed grinding against her. And it brought her off again. A mini eruption that made her swoon, she whimpered breathily as she felt hot flushes suffusing her from head to toe.
Davey didn't let up, his cock didn't soften and he carried on fucking her, picking up his previous rhythm and pace, his spunk drooling out of her with each squelching thrust.
This time the fuck lasted ten minutes, but Lara didn't climax, she got close, especially when she felt Davey's hot cum filling her again, spooging across the trembling, quivering walls of her pussy tunnel. but being on her hands and knees, with her face pressed into the admittedly soft arms of the couch and not being able to see Davey kept bringing back feelings of Tyler and Isiah, and associating memories of girl's faces pressed up against the glass in the passenger side doors of their cars as they were brutally raped. She focussed on Davey's cock. It was still hard and he was getting up to speed with his third back to back doggie style fuck.
"Let me ride you Davey, Please. I want to see you and I want you to bounce me on you. I want you too see my tits bouncing in your face. I want you sucking on them, chewing on them, like before. Please Davey. I know you'll love it."
"Okay, Miss. Sorry... Lara."
"Call me whatever you want Davey. Call me Lara or Miss or slave if you want."
Davey didn't reply. He withdrew his cock and shifted back to the other end of the couch to allow Lara to get up. She grabbed a throw cushion to soak up some of the drooling spunk and cum from her pussy while she stood up and stretched a little.
Davey was watching her, flushed and panting slightly, but still energised. His cock still rock solid and visibly pulsing with his desire for her.
"Hurry, Miss."
"Yes Davey."

She hurried over, gave him a second to get comfortable in the middle of the couch and then settled herself onto his lap. his hands enclosed her breasts at once as she grasped his erection and slid it into her tight but well lubricated pussy. A little more position so she could use her leg muscles to move herself up and down on that stretching shaft and then they were straight back to it.
Davey feasted on her nipples, sucking and lcking and chewing. his hands cupping and squeezing her taut, bouncing buttocks as she rode him fast. The slapping of her buttocks on his flabby bells and thighs filled the room.
Lara caressed his flesh, his fat. His skin was surprisingly soft and his touch caused an involuntary shiver that cascaded down her spine and surprised her. Fat had never been a turn on, she had always liked athletic, muscular men but there was something about Davey, the doughy-ness that was a counterpoint to his determination to protect her and his strength and power that turned her on. She reached between them and teased his nipples with her fingertips and clutched at his cock shaft with her pussy muscles.
eventually he released her nipples, leaned back to watch them shudder and bounce in time to her riding his cock. He held her narrow hips while she fucked him, panting along with her, his eyes drinking her in.

Eventually he broke the silence between them. Up until then, only their bodies had been speaking.
"Tell me, I'm the man of the house, Lara." He grunted.
"Ohhh... Davey, you're the man of the house now. You're the master. Ohhh God... You feel so good inside me."
"I'm the man of the house now." He grunted, sounding more dominant, as if beginning to occupy the role now that she had given him permission. "...Ask me to fuck you like the man of the house should."
"Davey, Ohhh Jesus... Ohhh ohhh... Fuck me Davey! You the man of the house, fuck me like the man of the house should! Oh fuck me! Yes!!"
He showed off. Grabbed a tight grip of her smooth, shapely ass cheeks, digging his fingers into her taut muscles and then leaned in and stood up, taking her with him, lifting her off the floor. Lara moaned loudly, turned on and shocked by his show of strength. He used his strength and his hold on her ass to lift and drop her vertically in the air up and down his fat cock. And Lara felt orgasmic flushes travelling in waves washing over her body. She was going to cum again.
"Tell me I'm your hero and that your pussy is all mine, Miss. That it belongs to me. That it's my property. Tell me your body belongs to me. Oh God, Miss, tell me your pussy is all mine."
"Yes Davey, yessss.... It's all yours. My tight, hot little pussy is all yours and you can fuck it any time you like." She came then, his show of strength and her words adding to the mixture of erotic and degrading sensations that brought her off, again, powerfully.
"My ass too!!" She wailed, throwing her head back and tossing his long blonde hair. "...Oh Godddd Yesss!.. And my mouth! I'll, oh Fuck! I promise I'll suck your cock any time you want, Davey! Take my ass whenever you feel like! You can do whatever you want to any part of my body, any time you want. As long as you protect me from everyone else."

He sat back down, taking her with him and not once sliding out of her delectable, hot, pulsing pussy. Lara's moaned, riding him still, even as she rode the wave of her latest orgasm, basking in its afterglow.
"I'm yours now Davey! Please just protect this pussy that you're fucking." She panted, the words almost a whisper, almost a chant. A prayer. "Protect me from the rapists and the monsters. Don't let them gang rape you teacher's holes again, they're only for you from now on. For as long as you keep me safe."
Davey, his hands cupping her ass, as her perfect tits, that he never thought he'd ever get to see bounced vigorously right in front of his face, heard it all and took over it.
"Tell me how scared you were when those boys were raping you, Lara. When Isiah and that prick Tyler were raping you and raping your ass in the library. And if it wasn't for me being so brave and grown up, you'd still be getting brutally gang raped right now. Tell me that Lara."
"It's true Davey. Ohhhh Jesus! Yes! You're so good... I was so scared when those black boys were raping me. They were choking me with their cocks. I thought I was going to die. And when they had my ass I just couldn't take it. It was like I was loosing my mind! If you hadn't saved me. If you hadn't been there to save me... So grown up and so strong and powerful... I'd be their slave now, being passed around between their friends and families, being gang raped over and over again. Right this minute I would have three or four cocks inside me at a time, ripping me up. Making me scream. All day and all night, never letting up.... Over and over again... You saved me Davey. That's why I'm yours from now on.That's why you can do anything you want to me. Ohhhh DAVEY! YES!"
Lara came again and this time Davey came with her, with a hoarse roar and another blasting hot spray off his spunk.

And still he didn't pause. But he did switch position. Rolling her onto her back and fucking her in the missionary position. Lara came twice more as his flab pressed her down pinning her beneath him making her sweat adding to her orgasmic heat and his pubic area rolled forward and back against her clitoris. She lay back enjoying it, giving into her new reality, coming around to like the feel of her brave boy pounding her pussy.
After another fifteen minutes, he grabbed her long luscious legs and pushed them up so her knees framed her face and she was bent double and pounded her harder than ever. But then something about the position put new thoughts in to his head and he pulled out.
"I'm doing your ass, Lara." He said.
Lara was taken aback, but she just nodded. He was already starting to be dominant. He wasn't asking her permission, just informing her of his intent. Of where he was going to push his cock into her next. His attention was already diverted down to her tiny star shaped anal mouth, up lifted by her doubled over position. Easy access. He pressed his slick shaft into position and used his weight. Lara fought to relax, bringing back all the other times she'd consensually taken cocks up her ass, trying to remember the rules about easing entry. But her body was so hot and horny and relaxed and Davey's shaft well lubed that her ass opened for him pretty quickly, though not especially easily. Lara winced and blew and hissed as her anus was made to stretch around the fat invader.the thick bloated crown slipped in and made Lara wail. Davey grunted, gritted his teeth and pushed again and then he was in her all the way. He started pumping her rectum for all he was worth, faster and harder then he had done her pussy already. The sweat dripped off him and he grunted and groaned and he sodomised her.
For Lara it was a new level of horny degradation and she knew she was going to cum again. And it was be a big one. She reached for Davey pulling him to her and panting and whimpering as he buggered her hard.
"Oh Davey! Fuck! OHHH! My big strong manly boyfriend... Keep my holes safe, Davey... OHHH YEAH!... You feel so great inside me. So big and hard... Better than anyone I've had... I've never thought one of my students would be man enough to protect me and be my hero. I should have known better, Davey. I should have been with you from the start... Ohhh... DAVEY! FUCK MY ASS HARD! MY DAVEY! YESSS!!"

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It was well into the early hours before Davey was satisfied and they stopped for food. Lara could hardly remember anything after the first time she had been sodomised.Davey had done her up the ass twice more in succession then they had shared a shower and she had sucked him off twice. Then he had taken her into his bed and they had fucked for an hour, changing positions, some time she had sucked him and he had taken to blasting his spunk onto her flesh, over her breasts and ass cheeks in her face and hair.
Eventually they had fallen asleep.

Davey had woken her at one point by pushing yet another resurgent erection deep into her mouth and she had sucked him, taken the face fucking and then swallowed yet another load. He had allowed her a few hours sleep then.
She had awaken to the smell of bacon and eggs and coffee. And had taken a quick shower, while Davey had cooked. After breakfast he had bent her over the table and taken her from behind, finished off up her ass and emptied his balls in her rectum. And then they had gone back to bed.

The late morning sun had woken them and Lara and Davey had taken an hour to pack the 4Runner with all of Davey's supplies and as many cans of gasoline from the shed as they could fit. clothing, weapons and ammunition. Davey had a battery operated satnav that would help them find their way. Lara wanted to drive, thinking Davey would need to be alert if he was going to be able to protect her from men chasing them down on the way. But Davey just shrugged.
"Lara, if I'm driving you'll be able to suck my cock. You can't do that if you're behind the wheel."
"I won't be able to do anything if we're caught by bad men and I'm dragged off and gang raped until I'm dead."
"We'll take it in turns then. A couple of hours each."
"Okay, Davey."
"I'll drive first, Miss. You get your mouth busy on my cock."
"Whatever you want, Davey."

Davey started the 4Runner and turned onto the black top, They had decided they would use back roads as far as they could, avoid the freeways at all costs and not stop for anyone. They exchanged smiles of excitement.It was like going on vacation, like starting a new life in another city. Davey looked at Lara with wide desire filled eyes stroked her cheek affectionately and then put his hand onto the top of her head and pull her down into his bulging lap.
With a wry smile, Lara unzipped his jeans, levered out his erection and slid her mouth all the way down it.
"Ahhh. This is the life..." Davey groaned and the 4Runner accelerated away, heading South

The end.