Victim: Let him rape you; you deserve it

From Create Your Own Story

Your face falls into a look of despair. Your arms drop to your sides, and your head droops. Jake's grabbed your arms, but his face breaks now into a leer of comprehension. He looks at his cousin, and silent communication passes between them.

"That's right, bitch," he says. "You do exactly what I say, and you just get fucked. You try something else, you get hurt. Comprende, bitch?"

You give the tiniest of nods. He pushes your back against the wall. "Get naked. Now. Every stitch."

The nerdy cousin looks triumphant as you slowly, shyly strip. Jake glowers. You undress faster. Your clothes lie in a pile near you, and nerd girl grabs them up, leaving you one step further in their power. Jake's pants bulge fiercely. "Enough of this silent act. Start talking. Tell me you're a slut."

You mumble the words. "I'm...a...slut."

His voice is full of menace. "Louder than that!"

"I'm a slut!"

"Louder!"

"I'm a slut!"

"Now, I'm a slut - fuck me!"

"I'm a slut! Fuck me!" The tears are streaming down your cheeks.

Grabbing you by the waist, he whirls you to face the wall and commands you to bend over. Licking his thumb, he presses it above your buttocks, and moves it down into your crack. When he reaches your hole, without ceremony, he thrusts his thumb in. You gasp.

"Keep talking, bitch," he says. "You beg me to fuck you, and keep it up 'til I'm through!"

You start the words, unable to think of many. "Fuck me...fuck me....please fuck me...please fuck me now...fuck me..." You can hear his zipper, and in a moment you feel the head of his cock. With his meaty hands, he hoists your waist and forces his massive, painful erection right into you. And yet is it all forced? Your natural juices responded and he gets in quite easily...

Fearfully you keep up the dialogue - "Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me! Please fuck me!" He obeys, pumping away - you have to brace your arms to avoid your face hitting the wall of the alleyway. You beg and beg and he fucks and fucks - not giving a thought to your pleasure, and yet - you feel the tingle of approaching orgasm. Pleasure or pain? No matter, you have to talk the same: "Fuck - me - fuck - me - fuck - me - fuck - me..." You cry out as Jake's uncovered orgasm bursts to fill your womb. He pulls back, his cum running down your legs, and slaps his softening dick on and above your butt, spattering you and chuckling.

Resting on your arms, sweating with fear and shame and lust, you look over to the cousin. She's just pressed a button on her digital camera. Jake laughs. "Didja get sound, too?"

"You bet!" she says. She picks up your bundle of clothes, at her feet. Panic grips your guts.

"Leave her the shoes," says Jake. "She earned 'em. Good whore." He slaps your butt. Your face is hot with shame.

"Please," you whisper. "I have to wear something."

"We took care of that!" laughs the nerd girl. She throws your heels at your feet, reaches into her bookbag, and pulls out a large, baggy T-shirt. She throws it on the shoes and spits on it, once. "That'll do." Jake's already zipped up his pants, and he leaves the alley with his cousin. As they reach the street, she casually shoves your clothes into a storm sewer. In moments they are out of sight.

You pick up the shirt, rubbing the spit-spot against the wall to try to clean it a little. It's large enough to hang halfway down your thighs. And it's custom - with writing:

SLUTTY DOG WHORE

You turn to the back. CHEAP SLAG BITCH - FUCK ME!!!

You turn it inside-out, but it's thick, and the same words are printed both sides.

But you can't go naked. You pull on the shame. You haren't walk barefoot in this alley. You put on the heels. That's all you have. You're still alive, and have to face the future.

• Continue to school, dressed in the "slut" shirt.
• Go back home, dressed in the "slut" shirt.
• Give up on your past, and go downtown.

Status
Gender	Female	<- Equipment ->
Age	14	Humiliating T-Shirt