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Dinae
was a 15-year-old virgin. She never knew why they chose her to terrorize. She
didn’t wear makeup, kept her long wavy hair pulled back into a clip at the base
of her neck and wore baggy clothes that weren’t particularly fashionable. In the
classrooms, she didn’t participate except when the teacher called on her, and
then she kept her answers brief. She kept to herself and didn’t attempt to make
friends…friendliness could be dangerous.
All
Dinae wanted was to obtain a diploma from the loathsome high school she was
forced to attend without getting caught up in one of the gangs or resort to
drugs in order to get by the way her mother had not that many years ago. Dinae
wanted a future far away from the disgusting neighborhood and dreadful people.
So, she tried very hard to not stand out, tried to simply fade into the
background.
Still,
the scariest gang leader chose her. He bumped into her one morning on the way
to class, and with the help of a couple of his members, pushed her against the
lockers. He stank of cigarette and dope smoke, sweat and something sweet Dinea
couldn’t identify. She wanted to gag as he rubbed his erection against her, squeezed
one of her breasts and whispered in her ear, “Hey bitch, know you’s a virgin. Gonna
pop that sweet cherry of yours. Oh, yes’m I shorely am. Bitch you gonna be our
train ride.”
For the rest of the week, every time
the leader or one of the gang members saw her, they would grab their crotch
with one hand, try to touch her with the other and tell her what they planned
to do and how much they’d enjoy it just as soon as they got a chance. After the
first couple of days, her breasts and nipples were so bruised and sore, Dinae
took to carrying her backpack in her arms in front of her chest so they were
protected.
There was nothing she could really do about
what was happening to her. The gangs, especially the one that was terrifying
her, pretty much ran the school. Most of the staff weren’t very good and were justly
afraid of the students they had to face each day. Dinae was sure they’d all
stop working in that school if they had an actual choice. Her mother wouldn’t be any help either because
she’d given up years ago. She’d probably advise Dinae to just lay back and let
it happen. Her only respite was to attempt to stay in crowded places as much as
possible. Still, she knew that sooner or later, they’d find a way to get to
her.
After more than a week of
intimidating, bullying, and terrifying her, the leader managed to cause a ruckus
in the school hallway. He did it fairly close to a teacher, and in such a way that
it appeared as though it was Dinae’s fault. As the teacher talked to her about
her behavior and handed her a detention slip, he and his gang stood behind the
teacher, silently laughing, grabbing their crotches, blowing kisses and
sticking out their tongues.
It was almost dusk when Dinae’s
detention was completed. She hesitated at the exit doors. She looked around as
carefully as was possible before she left the school and began to walk quickly toward
home. She hadn’t gotten far before she was surrounded by five gang members. Her
arms were grabbed and they hustled her down the street and across the asphalt
playground toward an old empty portable. Halfway there, the leader said loud
enough for everyone to hear, “Can’t wait to throw you down, rip them panties
off and stuff my cock up your cunt. When
I’m done, you’re gonna pull train for the rest. Ya know what that is don’t ya? Getting’
fucked by each a us.” The other four laughed and made nasty comments about who
would fuck her when.
There was nothing she could do except go
along and keep a tight hold on her backpack. At least that protected her breasts from the
hands that seemed to be all over the rest of her body. Once inside, and the
door was closed, Dinae was released and she moved backwards until she felt the
wall. The five boys formed a semi-circle around her.
“Drop the backpack and git on the
floor.” The leader ordered as he began to undo his pants. His erection popped
free and he moved toward her with it in his hand. The others laughed, grabbed
their own crotches, and encouraged him to hurry and take care of bidness.
Dinae stood up straight, the hard wall
against her back a comfort. “I said git down on the fuckin’ floor bitch. Do it
or I’ll throw you down.”
He
reached out to grab her backpack but halted mid-stride. There was a look of
incredulity on his face. A red stain blossomed on his chest. As he fell to the
floor, Dinae allowed her backpack to fall as well. In her hand was the gun it
had concealed and with which she’d just shot her chief tormentor.
The gunshot was followed by silence until
Dinae’s quiet voice said, “Okay, who’s next?”