Candy- 1

My story begins on a couch.

Yeah, a couch.

I was intoxicated. Wasted. Drunk. I just became a freshman. I was young. I was stupid. Can you really blame me for being enticed by that bottle? After all, everyone else was doing it. Didn't want to be a party pooper.

Besides, If I wasn't, I wouldn't have met Candy.

I was way to drunk to notice how those Seniors eyed me. Too drunk to be even the slightest bit suspicious when they led me downstairs. Too drunk to do anything when they threw me onto the couch and ripped off my clothes.

There were 3 of them. One of me. It was all so cliche. Classic rape scene. Except for one thing.

We were all male.

I was locked in a bruising kiss. His hot tongue exploring the cavern of my mouth. He grabbed my ankles and wrapped my legs around his waist. I whimpered while he sucked on my bottom lip. He pulled away, leaving my lips swollen and bruised. He smirked as he blew. His warm breath on m neck. His lips gently kissed my flesh.

Then he bit. Hard enough to draw blood. I shrieked in a very un-manly way. He repeated the action before pushing me down onto the couch.

His two friends flipped me onto my belly, forcing me onto my hands and knees. He spanked me, getting a good yelp from me. I couldn't see his face, but I was sure he was smirking as he grabbed my hips...

"No..." I begged.

...and positioned his cock right against my opening...

"Please..." God, I must've sounded pathetic.

I can imagine what the twisted smile on his face must've looked like as he pushed inside.

"Oh God, he's tight!" I heard him say.

I screamed in pain. He began to pull out then thrust back in. Out. In. Out. In. Faster. Faster. And faster.

I was crying and pleading for him to stop. Tears were streaming down my face. Oh god, that was torture. Felt like I was being ripped in half.

The ugly sound of flesh slapping against flesh echoed through the room. They must've closed the door behind them. No one could help. No one could hear my cry for help.

One of his friends decided he was sick of my screaming. He inserted his erection into my open mouth. I choked and gagged.

"No teeth or you'll get it." He hissed. I obeyed.

I continued to emit choked sobs and my eyes were still flooded with tears as they fucked me. Their moans of pleasure rung in my ears.

I heard a crash.

They pulled out of me and jumped away like I was diseased. I collapsed on the couch, my breath was ragged. Everything was fading to black. I was passing out.

In my few seconds of consciousness, I could make out a conversation. Scratch that, it was a fight.

"What did you DO to him?"

"Who the hell are you?"

"Answer my question!"

"Who do you think you are to talk to me like that?"

"I should be asking YOU that! Doing what you did!" I heard grunts of pain and blows being exchanged.

I felt myself being wrapped in strong arms.

The last words I heard before losing myself to the sanctuary of slumber.

"Are you okay, kid?"

To be continued...