#Blackmail #Group #Rape
Lynda Forrester, a 32 year old music teacher is filmed being gang raped after a night out. Her assailants hold the video over her as a threat.
CHAPTER ONE – The Party
Lynda Forrester waved goodbye to Jenny Grace as she left the yoga studio. Jenny was a fellow teacher in her son’s High School. Her son, Mark, had just turned fourteen and was finally old enough to look after himself. She had gotten pregnant at eighteen in her last year of college after a drunken one-night stand with her, would you believe it, Ethic’s Professor.
She had taken her responsibilities seriously and spent the next fourteen years juggling being a single mother and a career driven woman. Not only had she made it work, but she had also crushed it. As a music teacher, a decent amount of her students had gone on to the likes of Julliard, Berklee and one had even gone to the Royal College of Music in London and was now performing with the Royal Philharmonic as a second violin.
Her private tuition was in such demand that she could name her own price and could afford a much nicer house than would otherwise have been achievable on just her teacher’s salary.
She was looking forward to going out for a few drinks with some of her colleagues St. Martin’s Academy to “celebrate” the new school year. In reality they were going to go and get drunk before facing into another year of hormonally challenged teenagers.
She drove home and started to get ready for the night out. It was the first time she felt comfortable going out and leaving Mark alone, but he was starting to develop into a responsible young man, and she thought he could be trusted..
Lynda meticulously selected her outfit, opting for a sleek black dress that complemented her figure and ended a few inches above her knees. She applied just enough makeup to enhance her natural beauty, finishing with a touch of red lipstick. Ready to go, she took one last glance in the mirror, satisfied with her appearance.
Before leaving, she peeked into Mark’s room. He was engrossed in a video game, headphones on, completely oblivious to the world around him. She knocked softly on the doorframe.
“Mark, I’m heading out now. Remember to lock the doors and don’t stay up too late,” she reminded him.
Mark glanced up, giving her a thumbs up.
“Got it, Mom. Have fun!”
She smiled and closed his door, feeling a sense of pride and relief. She grabbed her purse and keys, double-checked the locks on the windows and doors, and then headed out.
The night air was cool and crisp, a refreshing change from the stuffiness of the house. Lynda’ s Uber dropped her to the downtown bar where she was meeting her colleagues. As she stepped inside, she was greeted with a chorus of hellos and cheerful waves. The bar was buzzing with activity, filled with the chatter and laughter of patrons unwinding after a long week.
Lynda spotted her friends gathered around a table near the back. She made her way over, weaving through the crowded room. As she approached, she was enveloped in a hug by Sarah, her best friend and fellow music teacher.
“There she is, our superstar!” Sarah exclaimed, raising her glass in a toast.
Lynda laughed, feeling the warmth of their camaraderie. The evening promised to be filled with good conversation, hearty laughter, and a much-needed break from their demanding schedules. She settled into her seat, ordered a drink, and allowed herself to relax, savouring the feeling of being among friends. Tonight was about unwinding and enjoying the moment, a brief respite before diving into the challenges of the new school year.
The atmosphere was electric, and Lynda could feel the stresses of the past weeks melting away as she immersed herself in the lively conversations that surrounded her. Stories of summer adventures were shared, plans for the upcoming school year were discussed, and for a while, all worries seemed to dissolve into the background noise of the bustling bar.
As the night progressed, some people had left and some people had joined, in that fluid way of people getting drinks together. Three guys that looked kind of familiar hung around the edges of the groups, getting in their share of rounds. The group decided to participate in the bar’s karaoke session. Lynda, usually reserved about singing in such settings despite her profession, was gently persuaded by her friends to take the stage. Encouraged by their enthusiasm, she chose a classic hit and, with a mixture of nervousness and excitement, began to sing. Her voice, clear and melodious, soon captivated the audience, drawing applause and cheers from the crowd.
When she finished, Lynda returned to her seat, flushed with the exhilaration of performing and the supportive energy of her colleagues. The remainder of the evening passed in a blur of music, laughter, and camaraderie. She never noticed one of the three men dropping something into her drink
Finally, as the clock neared midnight, Lynda was quite drunk and tired and decided it was time to head home. She made her way outside and owlishly looked at her phone as she tried to order an Uber. She didn’t notice the three guys following her outside until they surrounded her and herded her towards a car.
“Don’t worry Lynda, we’ll get you home safe, eventually.”
They all laughed, and Lynda laughed along with them not sensing the dangerous undertones in the air. They got in the car. The roofie that had been slipped into her drink had lulled her suspicions and she didn’t think it weird when she was bundled into the back seat with a man on either side of her and the third slipped into the driver’s side.
She felt relaxed and leant her head back. The men on either side of her looked at each other and turned inwards to face her. One put his hand gently on her knee and started to rub her leg gently. Lynda barely noticed and started humming one of the songs she had sung earlier.
Emboldened by her docility, he started to slide his hand up under her dress and slipped his fingers between her legs to separate her legs. Unconsciously, her legs parted slightly, and he continued to move his hand upwards and forced her legs apart wider and wider until he was rubbing his fingers up and down her pantie covered cunt lips.
“Mmm! That feels nice.” Lynda murmured.
The second guy started rubbing her tits over her dress and watching her eyes for any hint of resistance. There was none, the roofie had done its job. They continued on to their destination, the home of the driver. It was secluded and perfect for their plan.
After a quick glance to ensure there was no prying eyes, they escorted her out of the car and into the bungalow, straight to the master bedroom before dumping her unceremoniously onto the bed. Several cameras were place around the perimeter of the room. One of the men switched them all on and started filming.
“What’s going on here?” mumbled Lynda, “This isn’t my house.”
“You spilled something on your dress, we need to take it off before it stains.”
“Oh! Okay, thanks.”
They pulled her up to a standing position and pulled her dress off over her head. They didn’t care if they tore it. She stood there unsteadily in her heels, and a matching set of black lace panties and bra.
The men stripped off their own clothes and surrounded her again.
“Why are you naked?” she asked. “Did I spill something on your clothes too, that was clumsy of me. Sorry.”
“You said you’d make it up to us, why don’t you start by giving each of us a kiss?”
“That seems fair.” She replied groggily.
The first guy stepped towards her and pulled her face towards him and started to kiss her deeply. Her drugged mind didn’t see anything wrong with this and she started kissing him back.
Each guy took his turn kissing her before they removed her bra and start fondling her breasts. This went on for several minutes and then they removed her panties, leaving her naked except for her heels.
The first guy moved around in front of her, placed his hands in her shoulders and pushed her down onto her knees.
“Open wide,” he sneered. “It’s time to show how sorry you really are.
When she opened her mouth to ask what he meant, he shoved her cock into her mouth and started to face fuck her. He grabbed a fistful of hair in each hand and used the extra leverage to force himself deeper in. She placed her hands on his waist to try and push him back.
She didn’t want to choke. But he just laughed and said, “Fucking hell, you’re not gonna get me off with that weak shit.”
Lynda gagged as he shoved himself deeper, her eyes watering. She could taste the precum leaking from his tip, salty and bitter. He held her head still, fucking her throat, his hips slapping against her face. She could barely breathe, but he didn’t give a shit.
“That’s it, you little whore,” he grunted. “Take it like a good girl.”
She tried to relax her throat, to let him in.
“Fuck yes, that’s it,” he panted. “You dirty little slut.”
He started to move faster, his hips pistoning against her face. She could feel his cock swell in her mouth, and then he was coming, his hot seed filling her throat.
She swallowed quickly, trying to keep up, but some of it leaked out, dripping down her chin. He groaned, a low, satisfied sound, and pulled out of her mouth.
“Fuck, that was good,” he said, looking down at her. “You’re a fucking pro, aren’t you?”
Lynda wiped her mouth, trying to catch her breath. The other two men were watching, their cocks hard and ready. The tall one, stepped forward.
“My turn,” he said, his voice a low growl. He grabbed her by the hair, lifting her to her feet, and then spun her around so her back was to him.
He pushed her forward, bending her over the edge of the bed. She could feel his cock, hot and hard, pressing against her ass.
“Spread your legs,” he ordered, his voice low and rough.
He kicked her legs wider apart, and he stepped between them, his fingers gripping her hips. Despite being drugged, Lynda was beginning to feel unsafe.
“You like that, don’t you?” he said, running his cock up and down the crack of her ass. “You like being used like a little slut.”
She didn’t answer, just let out a low moan, anticipating the pain to come as he positioned himself at her entrance and thrust in, hard and fast. She gasped, her body tensing at the sudden intrusion.
“Fuck,” he grunted, “You’re so tight.”
He pulled back and slammed into her again, his hips slapping against her ass. “You like that, don’t you? You like being fucked hard.”
Lynda couldn’t speak, her breath was coming in short spurts. He let out a low growl and grabbed her hips tighter, his fingers digging into her flesh.
“That’s right, you little slut,” he said. “Take my cock. Take it all.”
He fucked her hard and fast, each thrust hitting painfully. You fucking love it,” he grunted, his voice rough with desire.
The third man was watching, his hand stroking his cock as he took in the sight of Lynda being fucked.
“Look at me,” he said, his voice commanding.
Lynda complied, her breath coming in ragged gasps. She raised her head to face him, her chest heaving, her body slick with sweat. He grinned at her, his eyes dark with desire. He reached out and grabbed her by the hair, pulling her head back.
“Open your mouth,” he ordered.
She did, and he spat into her mouth. She tried to close her lips, but he held her head still.
“Swallow,” he said, and she did, the taste of him filling her mouth.
The guy fucking her withdrew and slammed back into her. She cried out, the shock of his violent entry sending a jolt of pain through her body. He was rough, brutal. She looked over her shoulder at him, her eyes filled with fear. Even through the drugs, she knew something was wrong
. “Please,” she whispered, “not so hard.”
He chuckled darkly and slapped her ass hard enough to leave a red handprint.
“You’re not telling me what to do, little whore,” he growled. “You’re here to take what I give you. Got it?”
She nodded, tears stinging her eyes. He thrust into her again, even harder this time. She cried out, her body tensing against the pain.
“Fuck, you feel so good,” he grunted. “So tight and hot.
“You’re a little fucking slut, aren’t you?” he laughed, his hips slamming into her with brutal force.
Lynda bit her lip to hold back a sob, her hands clawing at the sheets. She could feel her body tightening with the pain.
“That’s it,” He growled, “Take it like a good little whore. You know you want it.”
He increased his pace, his cock pounding into her with relentless force. She could feel every inch of him, filling her, stretching her.
Each thrust slammed her body against the edge of the bed, the wood biting into her skin. She looked over at the third man, who was now sitting in a chair nearby, his cock in his hand, stroking himself as he watched. His eyes were dark, intense, and she could see the hunger in them. She looked away, her gaze falling on the mirror opposite the bed. She saw her own reflection, her body flushed, her hair wild and tangled. She saw the guy behind her, his muscles flexing as he thrust into her, his face a mask of pleasure and hers one of pain.
His breath came in ragged gasps, his grip on her hips tightening.
“Fuck, I’m close,” he panted, his body tensing.
Lynda braced herself, her fingers clawing at the sheets as he thrust into her one last time, his body shuddering as he came, his release filling her with a warmth that made her whimper.
He stayed inside her for a moment, his body pressed against hers, before pulling out and stepping back. Lynda stayed where she was, her body trembling, her breath coming in short pants. She could feel the wetness between her legs, his cum dripping out of her ass and onto the bed. She felt used, dirty.
The third man stood up from his chair, his cock still in his hand. He walked over to the bed, a cruel smirk on his face.
“My turn cunt.” he said, his voice a low growl.
Lynda looked up at him, her eyes filled fear. She knew what was coming, and she wasn’t sure she could handle it. But she also knew she didn’t have a choice.
He pushed onto the bed, positioning her on her hands and knees, her ass in the air, her body still trembling from the last brutal fucking. Then, he climbed onto the bed behind her, his hands gripping her hips.
“You’re a cock tease,” he said, his voice low and rough. “You’re a fucking little cock tease. You know that, right?”
Lynda looked back at him; her eyes filled with fear.
“I-I’m sorry,” she stammered. She had never dressed provocatively or teased anyone.
He chuckled.
“Sorry doesn’t cut it, baby. You got to make it up to me.” His voice was dark, his eyes hungry as he gripped her hips tighter. “You ready to take this cock? Really take it?”
Lynda shook her head, pleading, her breath coming in short gasps. She felt his cock pressing against her entrance, slick with precum. He rubbed the head of his cock against her pussy lips, teasing her, before slowly pushing in. She moaned, her inner walls stretching to accommodate the unwanted intrusion.
“Fuck, you’re so tight,” He groaned, his hands digging into her flesh. “You feel amazing.”
He started to move, slowly at first, as if letting her adjust to his size. She pushed back against him, away from the rough wood that was digging agonizingly into her skin, meeting his thrusts involuntarily.
“Shit, you little tease,” He said, his voice a low growl. “You want it rough, don’t you?” he taunted, his voice dripping with malice. “You fucking love it when men use you, don’t you, Lynda?”
He slammed into her with a brutal force, making her cry out as he filled her completely. She was pulled back against him, her pussy clenching around his cock. He grabbed her hips harder, his fingers digging into her flesh, leaving bruises in their wake.
“Fuck, you’re a tight little cunt,” he groaned, his hips slapping against her ass with each thrust. “You’re made for this. Made to take a good fucking,”
He grunted, his grip on her hips tightening as he thrust in and out of her.
Lynda bit her lip drawing, the pain sending shivers down her spine. She could feel every inch of him, stretching her, filling her. The friction was intense, her body slick with sweat. She could hear the wet smacks of their bodies coming together, the rhythmic grunts of his satisfaction.
He chuckled, a dark, lustful sound.
“That’s it, you little slut. Take it all. Take every fucking inch of my cock.”
He increased his pace, his hips slamming against her ass with brutal force. Each impact drew a whimper from her. Finally, he came inside of her and dropped his full weight on top of her back, almost suffocating her.
He rolled off her and lay there panting.
“Much as we would love to fuck you all night, we need to get you home.”
He grabbed her by the hair, dragged her into the bathroom and threw her into the shower. He turned it on, turned down to the coldest to try and relieve the fogginess of the drugs. He hosed her down, taking care to wash the cum from her pussy and ass.
When he was finished he pulled her back into the bedroom and threw her dress at her.
“Put that on, I’m keeping your underwear as a souvenir.”
She put on the dress, shivering from both the pain of the assault and the cold water that still clung to her body. They grabbed her and frog marched her to the car. They assumed the same positions as when they brought her to the house and drove her home.
It had only been an hour or two, but it had felt like an eternity for the ravaged music teacher. Before they let her out of the car they had a final word of warning for her.
“Just in case you think of telling anyone what happened, we filmed everything. We’re going to edit it to make it looked like you were a willing participant. Say a fucking word to the cops and we’ll hear about it first and release the video all over the internet. How do you think little Mark will look at you when he sees how much of a whore you are? We own you. When we contact you, answer your phone. If you don’t, we release the video. We tell you to do something, do it without question or hesitation. If you don’t, we release the video. Understand?”
Lynda nodded fearfully, she just wanted to get into the shower and wash all traces of these men from her body. Even if people knew she was raped, neither her nor Mark would ever live it down. She had heard too many stories of rape victims going to the police and not being believed. She wouldn’t say a word.
“Then answer me cunt!” the leader growled.
“I understand” Lynda whispered.
“Say, I understand sir and say it fucking louder ‘cause I can’t hear you.”
“I understand sir.” She said a little louder.
“Good, now get the fuck out of my car. I’m exhausted from fucking you and I need to build up some energy for our next time.”
Lynda was scared to consider what would happen next time, but knew as long as they had that video, she would have no choice.
She got out of the car, walked to her front door and quietly unlocked it. She tiptoed inside, careful not to wake Mark. She peeked into his room to find him fast asleep, the video game controller still in his hand. Gently, she took it from him, turned off the console, and tucked him in. As she stood there, watching her son sleep, a deep sense of dread enveloped her.
She knew she could never let him find out about what had happened to her. She had to be strong for his sake. She went to her own room, into the bathroom, turned on the shower to the hottest setting she could stand and scrubbed herself until her skin was raw.
When she felt some bit cleaner, she sat on the floor of the shower, hugged her knees to her chest and quietly cried. She wondered when they would contact her, but she had an idea it would be soon.
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