My life-time for the most region of it has been controlled. My parents were not the type to just sit back and watch while I played. No, they put a unharmed army between the cut set and me. My parents died when I was young. They weren't very nice people, did some awful thing, and in the meanwhile got into debt. To the wrong people. I hide in the W.C. while the said wrong people beat and killed my parents. I hid there for two years before I came out. I was put into the organisation and was adopted by the time I reached my 15th year.

When I started my first class of high school day, it seemed as if my luck was somewhat changing. This homely person named Fiona, who had two other kids of her own, adopted me. A daughter who was about my age named Sarah and a son who was a year older than I was named Nate. Both were popular in school and I was able-bodied to ‘ get in'with the ripe bunch. Nate was a Jock and Sarah was the captain of the cheerleading team. I made the volleyball team, co- chieftain of the basketball game team, and made it into FBLA or Future patronage Leaders of America.

Sarah treated me like I guess a sister would. We went shopping, we watched moving-picture show together while we did nervus facialis, we gossiped. On occasion, we would even coiffure the same. Nate on the former hand acted as if I didn't exist. He ignored me completely. Every sentence I would walk into a way his in he would plow the other way and walk out. Or at dinner every night, he didn't aspect at me, didn't even let the cat out of the bag to me. It was as if I never came into his life.

life story on the day-to-day front went on as common. Waking up, showering, eating breakfast, Nate running out and leaving me and since Sarah has cheerleading practice before school and is gone by the time I wake up, I have to walk by my self to schooling. In school I guess I was just an intermediate daughter. I mean like there is naught exceptional about me. I have an norm face. Storm Gray heart. My bottom lip slightly more cushioned then my top lip. Black hair that reaches the top of my ass. Which, by the way, I, personally say I do not have but everyone disagrees, saying I have an amazing as. I'm fair skinned. My bosom are a 38C and I don't have a apartment abdomen but I don't have pudge either. Its more like infant fat. I call myself chubby, but you can promise me what ever you want, I don't care.

Later on during the school year, at the end of spring break, the boy baseball squad had practice so Sarah and I decided to go and take in and of track to motivate them into actually practicing. When practice ended, Sarah and I waited outside of the boys locker room for Nate. Like a herd, the son started to get out the locker room. We looked for Nate in the gang but didn't find him. Two boys looked our way and stepped forward asking if we needed anything.

"Do you screw where Nate is ?"Sarah said. When nothing was said Sarah continued."We watched you rib practice. You're good."She smiled hesitantly. The boys shared a look then glint back at the storage locker room the backbone at us.

"fountainhead, he's in there. Since all of us are out here, I guess you girls can go in."He smiled a devilishly grinning while gesturing back toward the threshold."No one will bother you."

"Thanks, Bo."Sarah says. She opens the door and waiting for me to walk in first of all. I head on in and I'm immediately hit with the humidity from the shower bath and the smell of sweat.

"How Weird was that Sarah ? They acted so we -- -"A bridge player clamped over my sass. I tried to throw my head back to hit whoever was behind me. When that didn't piece of work, I started to kick. My heal made contact with something and the someone behind me cursed.

"tinker's dam, man. Grab her legs !"

I started to kick harder but a punch to the gut knocked the flatus out of me causing me to intermit. The other person grabbed my branch and together they carried me to one the work bench occupying the locker room. The mortal holding my sassing leg go and I screamed. I screamed unvoiced and loud, hoping that somebody on the exterior would find out me. Something, most likely a rag, was shoved in my sass causing me to gag.

I turn my head word to the English looking towards the threshold, when I see someone laying on the floor. I squint my eyes trying to get a proficient look. I can't see her face but I know its Sarah. Her body laying in the fantasm and the bracelet she always wore the only matter visible in the luminance. I cry harder knowing I can't possibly win.

After they finally managed to tie my hands and pes to the bench, they step into the brightness. I'm shocked to see the bus is one of the two men that were holding me. He's not an attractive man at all. Standing at only 5'5"tall, with a potbelly looking like a spare tyre. forefront shaved and a beard, table salt and white pepper colored. raging brownness heart gazing at my organic structure. What I'm not surprised to see is Bo. Being the infamous Corinthian of the schooltime, he thinks he can get anyone into his bed. And the ones he can't ? He forces them, and they can't tell anyone because who's going to think them ? He on the other hand can be a candidate for the screening of GQ. Short blond pilus in a war machine cut. Sky blue eyes, optic that look as bottomless as his heart. Standing at 6'2 ”, he towers over Coach and overshadow me who stands at 5 pes even. His lips look bee stung like that actress Angelina Jolie, only a footling wider. pelt as flawless as a neonate baby. Perfect.

I move my oral cavity, my jaw, side of meat to side trying in vain to spit out the rag in my mouth. charabanc moves out of my view while Bo moves closer.

"Aw, campana, Alexander Graham Bell, Bell."He shakes his school principal as he leans down to filch the tear from my cheeks."Why are you crying, child ? You know you want this. You've been askin'for it all year !"he laughs.

I feel hands at my thigh the something cold. I hear a snip disturbance then with sickening recognition I realize that they are cutting off my apparel. I try to turn. I tried to wriggle my body but there is very little I can do with both my hired hand and feet tied under the bench.

Bo, impatient as ever, take hold of my shirt at the pinch and rips it down the center exposing my lace-covered breast. I feel a draft down below so I know that Coach has already managed to cut off my short circuit and step-in. Lying totally naked in straw man of them, I tremble thinking about what is going to happen.

I feel autobus draw cheeseparing than pushing my legs as far apart as they will go. Then I feel something, no his tongue, wet and rough on my kitty-cat. Bo strips out of his clothes but leaves his boxer in place. I pull against the binds until my articulatio radiocarpea and mortise joint are raw. Bo comes forward and straddles my stomach. He puts all of his weight on me making it firmly to breathe. He leans down and whispers in my ear ‘ Remember this princess…Because I sure as hell will ’. He bites my neck intemperately and licks a path down to my chest.

rent roll down my case wishing I were at home. Bo bites my nipples and I yell around the rag. binge fall harder and harder. Bo turns around takes off his boxer and sits on my face.

"Eat my ass, Bell."He reaches under him and takes the rag out of my mouth. I gasp in a breath -- -"Yell and you wont live to regret it."To empisize Bo's power point, passenger car bites hard on the lips of my sex."Understand ?"Against my better judging, I nod. Bo puts his ass back in my face and sits on my nose and mouth."Eat."He growls. I stick out my lingua and slowly bat the brass of his ass. I feel the haircloth against my tongue and it makes me want to gag. I run my tongue up and down his crack carefully avoiding his crumple whole.

Down below Coach is no longer torturing my supersensitive pussy. I heard a warp and I know he's stepping out of his pants. Bo slaps my breast then my cunt."Eat my ass whole, toll. You'll love it. Taste delicious."He sits more forcefully on my boldness and wiggles. I cry as I touch my spit to his puckered whole. I hear coach step closer to fatigue my headland is the I see his pale second joint with the corner of my eye.

"Bo."He commands. He grabs the back of Bo's head and gives a throaty moan. I hear sucking noise then I see Bo's head bobbing."Yeah, suck my tool you greedy mother fucker."Coach throws his head back and Bo sucks harder. While he sucks, his hands move to my pussy and invade my entrance. Bo moans around coach-and-four's dick and Coach pulls out.

"Can I fuck her ?"he asks, out of breath. I hear no answer but Bo gets up and shoves the rag back into my back talk."You're a lousy ass eater."He moves between my thighs and tucks his dick in the fold of my sex."You're really going to enjoy this."Bo rams forward, pushing past the resistance of my virginity. He pulls back and thrust again. My sex spammed around the rigour invading me, sucking him deeper, unknowest to the peril. He bent forward causing us to come in chest to chest. I heard his breath gimmick on a muffled groan, then he was taking me. No, I realized. passenger vehicle was taking us. He had slipped in behind Bo and now was fucking him vigorously causing Bo to slip in and out of me.

I was thrashing and screaming as much as I could. pluck streaming down my face, Bo sank bass with each thrust over and over again. His hips lunged, his penis pumping while Coach stopped, lets Bo take the lead for a moment. Grabbing Bo's pelvic girdle, he pulled him out of me still staying in the Lapplander position. While thrusting into Bo, Coach reached around and pushed two fingers into me. He slid them lazily in and out. I was coated in perspiration, profligate, and saliva, barley able to breathe. His fingers pulled free and Bo was back, pushing into me. His breath was quick, thrusting rapidly. bus stilled at bottom Bo and came with a loud moan. Bo, on the edge, thrust hard pulled back, thrust hard again and then pulled out. Gripping his 9"member his hand flew up and down his lance. Then he came with a grunt. first base two special K splattered on my facial expression and pectus. The last-place distich ace pooled in my belly button and around my belly.

Coach had already cleaned up and was getting dressed. Bo leaned down and pressed a intemperate buss to my temple. ‘ wondrous'he muttered. He didn't bother to pick himself. bus walked out without a second coup d'oeil back. Bo cut the tie-in binding me and quickly sat me up. I swayed from being so fatigued.

Bo pulled his shirt over my capitulum and started to walk out. I look over to were I saw Sarah but she was no longer there."Whe…"I started, voice hoarse."Where's…Sarah… ?"Bo looked over his shoulder. He looked to the storey, back to me, then glanced away. Bo opened the door wider and Sarah walked into his arms. I wanted to cry but I was afraid I didn't have anything left in me.

"Oh, she's fine !"Bo laughed, then turned to Sarah and tongued her backtalk.

"W-why ?"I croaked.

"Don't say you didn't like it, ‘ Beýa Bella."She walked towards me and bent to my eye level."I must say though, It was fun to watch."She patted my brass and winked her green optic at me. She leaned in and said into my ear"breathing space a word of this to anyone, and you'll indirect request you would have died with your parents."She looked back and looked in my grimace."Sister's for life, right ?"She turned to Bo and left.

I stayed seated for what felt alike 60 minutes. Since I didn't drive yet, I walked home base in just the shirt all bloody and grimy. Two 60 minutes later, I made it the mansion. Fiona's car wasn't there but the lights were on in the mansion. I walked threw the strawman door as Nate came out of the kitchen.

"What the fuc…"he dropped the home base he was carrying and gripped my arms. He looked me up and down."What happened ? Who d-"I shrugged his hands off my blazonry and walked up the stairs."Damn it, Annabell,"he yelled and ran after me. I ran the rest of the way towards my elbow room. As I went to shut the door he put out his hand to stop the door."lecture to me."He looked frustrated and angry.

"public lecture to you ? You want to let the cat out of the bag now ?"I looked at him with what I hope to god was an emotionless typeface."After a year and a one-half, now ? ... No."I went up on my tip toes and in his side."nookie you, Nathan ! Leave me alone. For all I know you could make done this to me."What I said must have got shocked him giving me a opportunity to slam dance the doorway in his face. I walked into the bathroom that connected both our room and locked the threshold. I stripped of the shirt I wore and finally looked at myself in the mirror.

My gray eyes were tumesce and I had marks marring my consistence. My once pale skin was now flushed and bruised. I grabbed a dyad of scissors from the draftsman and raised the to my haircloth."Never again,"I said as I made my get-go cut.

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Now, that was two years ago. My plans have changed significantly since then but to understand you needed to know my past. Now here's the plan…

To be continued…