Assaulted

You jump up the last steps to the next floor, breath already rattling a little from the exertion. One more to go. You are usually a fit guy, but you already ran all the way to school through the crackling rain, wetness soaking your jeans and hanging at your sides like cold hands trying to pull you down into the numerous puddles. Jeans warming up from your pulsing legs, you make your way to the second staircase to meet your sister, but a sudden noise from the darkness on your left lets you freeze.

Maybe from two or three classroom down the corridor, you hear a chair or desk crashing to the ground followed by silent voices hissing and mumbling. You feel a slight peak in your interest, not sure if it came from concern or just curiosity. The voices came from a dark classroom, the shapes of three formless shadows were moving inside, outer features and gender hidden by the darkness. Quiet slurping was filling the room, its origin somewhere in between the figures. Trying to get a better image of the situation, you take a careful step inside the room and your wet shoes make a light squeaking noise but the shadows didn't seem to hear. Concealed by the darkness you step into a puddle of an unrecognizeable fluid and when you shift your weight, you legs slip from under your body. Everything seems to happen in slow motion, as you hit the ground, an cry of pain escaping your mouth as lighting bolts shoot through your head and back, and all three figures turn their heads towards you.

Then silence, no slurping.

You lay there, in the doorway of the classroom, trying to progress what just happened while the three figures do the same, a tense silence over the whole room. "Get him!" the shout rings through the room and the moment two of them start sprinting and jumping towards you, you push yourself backwards, the shout reanimating you. You roll onto your fours, the wet and slippery ground keeping you from standing up, kidneys pumping adrenalin into your body, letting you forget your slightly sore muscles and the cold numbness in your bones. Scrambling out of the puddle you make a move to stand up, but brutal hands claw your ankles and pull you back onto all fours. You try to kick them away, but another pull sends you face first onto the ground, making stars dance before your eyes as your head rams the building.

You are being pulled into the classroom, straight through the puddle. 'Just plain water' you recognize, while still kicking and grabbing anything you can find with your hands. As a second pair of hands joins, you soon find the three shadows towering around you, faces still unrecognizable and your legs still elevated giving you no chance to stand up.

"Look at what the wind brought to us, girls." Acted suprise in the voice, a voice that harboured no good intentions. "Hello there, little boy. What are you doing so late and all alone in this dark and dangerous place? Especially little boys should know what evil and ruthless people, just wait for someone like you to arrive at their doorstep." If you just weren't pulled into the room against your will, you would actually believe the concern in her voice. But so you try to roll around and get your legs free. "You are very lucky that fine women like us found you before anything bad could happen to you, naive little boy. Now stop struggling so we can teach you what happens to reckless boys, all in favour of you of course."

As your legs come free and fall to the ground, adrenalin swallowing the pain, you see a fourth shape cowering behind one of the women in the darkness. The musky smell of sex already infiltrated your nostrils and you didn't have to guess what they have been doing here.

A hand grabs your hair, and roughly pulls you into a kneeling position, while the woman nearest to the cowering shape turns around and with a short command slurping noises fill the room again. The woman who spoke to you, steps in front of you and you hear the silent noise of a zipper opening, well audible in the almost silent classroom. The the wave of her sex hits you in the face, makes your, just from the head bump recovered head dizzy again from the strong smell. You feel a whiff of her stinky air wash over your face as her cock springs out of its prison into freedom, waving in the darkness in front of your face.

"Now open up wide, and let these concerned ladies teach you a free lesson why boys don't run around alone in the darkness." You remember this situation, just a few days ago when Zoe tried to **** her dick down your throat. But this time you won't be that stupid again, and start clenching your teeth from the beginning. "The little boy is a bit ****, huh? Refusing his services to his gracious saviors." Her warm and smelling cock head probes your still closed lips, coaxes itself between them just to meet your clenshed teeth, drawing a irritated sigh from the woman.

"Listen you naive little shit!" Her voice was now fierce and cold, one of her hands gripping you on both cheeks and forcing you to look upwards at her face shrouded by darkness. "We could just kidnap you and use you as our little fuck toy for the rest of your life. You would gag on our fat cocks day and night every day of the week, shackled in my house. We would teach you to service your cocks whenever they only start to twitch. We will put you on a cum diet, and sometimes, when we are in a good temper, you get to drink our piss for a change of taste. You would have no freedom, no rights the only two states your life will be in is sucking on cock and being shackled and gagged in my cellar. So if you don't open your petty little mouth immidiately and take my cock and the ones of my friends gratefully without complaining we will knock you out and welcome you into a new life." Showers of fear flow down your back, unused adrenalin only strengthening the effect. "Don't dare me, I broke my current cock **** already making using him only half as fun anymore. So I'm in dire need of someone fresh, who still cries while he has to suck my cock all night when I'm sleeping.

What will it be, little boy?"