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Subject: {ASSM} "Social Strata" part 02 (f, solo)
Date: Tue, 17 Dec 2002 07:10:07 -0500
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Copyright (C) 2002 Norm DePloom.  ALL Rights Reserved
This story may not be reproduced in any form for profit
without the written permission of the author.  This story
may be freely distributed with this notice attached.  The
author may be contacted at 'MyStores at normdeploom dot
com'

All the characters and events in this story are fictional;
any resemblance to real people or events is entirely
coincidental.

The Influence of Social Strata on the Rape of a High School
Student's Virginity

PART 02
By
Norm DePloom

For many long minutes after Dave removed his foot from her
just raped cunt and left her laying on the stage, Linda
stared into the dark above her and softly sobbed while the
tears rolled down her cheeks.  Confused thoughts swirled
around in her mind, chasing each other like leaves in a
whirlwind.  She could feel her attacker's cum flowing back
out of her still quivering pussy, down over her ass, to
form a sticky puddle between her butt and the pad she was
laying on.  Linda reached down with her hand and moved her
fingertip gently over the wet, open folds of her cunt lips.
Her body shivered from the touch and additional surges of
pleasure ran through her when her moistened finger moved
across her enlarged, sensitive clitoris.

Realizing that the basketball players were abandoning
their practice and heading for the showers, Linda, with
some reluctance, removed her finger from her pussy.
Climbing stiffly to her feet Linda looked around the stage
floor then leaned over, picked up her panties, then
straightened, as best she could, her bra and blouse.  Her
abused breasts were already tender to the touch.  As she
walked back down the steps to the hallway, carrying her
panties in her hand, Linda wondered if she'd just been made
pregnant by the most popular boy in school.  Linda had spent
hours of class time day dreaming about being one of the
popular girls, one of the girls a boy like Dave would take
out to dinner and to school dances.  Never had she imagined
him throwing her onto the floor and forcing his hard cock
inside her virgin body.

Linda's helplessness weighed heavily on her as she walked
back down the hallway toward the girl's restroom she had
left just a few minutes before.  Dave's last statement,
as he left the scene of his crime, echoed through Linda's
mind.  It was obvious that he intended to use and abuse
her again, probably on a daily basis.  Entering the
restroom, Linda headed for the nearest stall and locked
the door behind her.  Tears began to flow once again as
she hung her panties on the hook on the inside of the stall
door then sat on the toilet and, pulling squares of paper
from the dispenser, began to wipe the cum and cunt
lubricant off her inner thighs and the folds of her pussy
lips.

Shivers of pleasure once again ran through Linda's body
every time she wiped the paper across her clitoris.
Without giving it any conscious thought Linda dropped the
paper into the toilet and continued to rub gentle circles
around her aroused clitoris with her fingers.  Spreading
her legs wide, Linda felt both shame and pleasure as she
applied more pressure, and moved her hand in little circles
while she recalled the feel of Dave's cock stretching her
open for her first fuck.  Her orgasm brought both release,
and more shame.

Perhaps, Linda thought as she pulled her panties back on
before leaving the restroom, I am a slut after all.  Why
else would I get such pleasure from being raped?  Or from
reliving it while I touch myself down there?  The shame
of not being able to stop her attacker was dwarfed by the
humiliation she felt from the pleasure she received.  Linda
knew that no matter how intense the feelings of shame and
humiliation were, she'd be touching herself again, while
imagining Dave's cock pushing into her for the first time,
as soon as she got home.  The crotch of her panties was
already damp with anticipation by the time she got down
to the other end of the main hallway where her locker was
located.

Linda picked up her history book and headed for the library
on the second floor.  She told Mr. Huddleston that she had
been feeling ill and was in the restroom, then made her
way to the empty end of one of the library tables.  As she
sat down Linda heard Dave and the other 'popular' students
talking softly and laughing at 'their' table on the other
side of the room.  Were they talking about me?  Linda
wondered, her face turning red as she imagined Dave telling
the other boys and girls how Linda the 'slut' had let him
fuck her.  Linda tried to study, but the image of Dave's
face looming over her as his cock forced its way into her
body kept interrupting.  Linda squirmed in her seat, trying
to rub her thighs together in an attempt to satisfy the
demands of her over stimulated clitoris.

Finally, the last bell of the day rang.  Linda picked up
her book and headed for the door.  Standing at her locker
sorting through her books, picking out the ones she needed
to take home with her, Linda became aware of Dave standing
beside her.

"See you tomorrow."  Dave said grabbing his crotch with
one hand as Linda turned to face him.  Linda could feel
her face burning as fresh tears rolled from her eyes.
Riding home on the bus, doing her chores, eating dinner
with her parents and younger brother, through all that
Linda could not stop thinking about what it had felt like
to have Dave's hard cock pushing inside her for the first
time.  Nor could she top imagining what it was going to
feel like to have it happen again the next day.

As soon as she could Linda excused herself and went
upstairs to her room to 'study'.  Linda's bedroom door did
not have a lock, she usually waited until she went to bed
to touch herself both for her own modesty and for the
modicum of privacy a dark room and covers gave her. Linda
shut the door and moved a chair in front of it.  The chair
would not stop anyone from coming in, but it would make
noise and slow them down.  Even though she was alone Linda's
face burned with shame and excitement.  In the past
'touching herself' had always been a spontaneous act.
Something she did late at night, just before falling
asleep, with as little thought as possible to minimize the
guilt and shame that accompanied the activity.  Linda knew
that from now on 'touching herself' would not be something
that 'just happened'.  She would no longer be able to fool
herself into thinking that she had no control over it.

Linda changed into her nightgown.  Normally she wore
panties under her gown but tonight she got a thrill of
shame, the delicious feeling of being naughty by leaving
herself naked under her nightie.  Next Linda looked over
the items on the old dressing table she had gotten from
her grandmother.  Tonight just rubbing her crotch with her
open hand wasn't going to be enough.  Tonight she needed
the feel of something inside her.  As she picked up and
examined the different items around her, Linda's mind
shied away from the thought that what she really wanted
was the feel of Dave's cock inside her again.

The round handle of her hair brush seemed to be a logical
choice.  Linda held the brush experimentally.  The handle
was smooth and not too big around.  Linda turned out the
light then moved to her bed and laid down on her back.
Feeling very self-conscious Linda laid the brush beside
her on the bed then pulled her gown up to her waist and
spread her legs.  Gently running her hands up and down her
warm, smooth inner thighs, carefully not touching herself
'there' yet, Linda imagined the whole thing happening over
again.

As she touched herself Linda remembered the words, the
actions and her feelings.  Slipping her hands up under her
nightgown Linda roughly massaged her breasts, just like
Dave had.  She pinched her nipples until they hurt and felt
her pussy getting wet.  She pictured Dave standing over
her stroking his hard cock as her hands moved back down
over her naked belly to her wet cunt.  Picking up the hair
brush Linda imagined the leering, cruel, mocking, superior
look on Dave's face as she pushed the handle inside her
pussy.  Just like she had when she was raped on the stage
at school, Linda covered her mouth with one hand to keep
her moans from attracting the attention of family members
as she worked the brush handle out and more deeply into
herself over and over, just as Dave had done with his cock.

As she approached the first wave of her orgasm Linda's mind
played a little trick on her.  In her imagination the stage
curtain was opened and Dave continued to fuck her while
the basketball team, cheerleaders, band members and the
rest of the student body looked on.  As her body clinched
with orgasmic pleasure Linda pulled a pillow to her face
to better muffle the screams and moans.  In her mind, her
fellow students were all staring at her, calling her slut,
whore, and tramp.  The boys began to cheer Dave on, telling
him to 'pound the whore harder' and to 'ride the slut'.
Linda's pussy clutched at the hairbrush handle as she
forced it in and our of herself, her muscles tensed to the
point of cramping pulling her almost up to a sitting
position before relaxing and leaving her exhausted on her
bed.

Linda plunged immediately from the hights of orgasmic
ecstasy to the depths of self loathing shame and
humiliation.  How could I enjoy imagining such things she
asked herself over and over as she lay weeping on the bed
clutching the hairbrush she had just pulled out of her
body.  How could I have enjoyed being fucked like that?
Being fucked almost in public.  Being fucked like an
animal, like a bitch in heat letting herself be fucked by
every male who climbs on top of me.  Linda sobbed in
confusion and despair, realizing that the shame and
humiliation she was feeling seemed to increase her growing
obsession to get fucked by Dave again.


--
Norm DePloom
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Read my stories at: http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/normdeploom/
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