Note to readers: The story below is based on actual events. Nothing You are about to read is fake. If you cannot handle true stories and only prefer fiction please do not continue reading, If not enjoy.
The auditorium smelled of must and moth balls, I hated it. School was the worst part of each day and now with my new breasts high school was filled with awkward stares and rude gestures from steroid filled boys. I was short and thick showing off my athletic body and curves thanks to my Puerto Rkcan and Nigerian heritage. With jet black hair to the small of my back it was no denying I was an exoctic beauty, but a band kid who was the star chess club member was not what the boys liked.
I went to school on the "ghetto" side of my small town and was an English Teacher's dream; Not one ounce of slang in my vocabulary. High honors and a great future ahead of me.
Being a school on the poor side, the school often took kids who were in there late teens or early adult hood for extra help to get their GEDs; they were known as "Alternate" and were kept in the back of the school where they couldn't interfere with the others. The only class near them was band and chorus rooms.
It was right after my most recent spring concert and I was assigned to clean the whole auditorium stage by myself. I closed off about 20 stands before some one walked in. He was tall and muscular, I never saw him around but his school I.D was a clear sign he went to school with me and I was at ease. He had a dark complexion and was handsome with an almost animated smile.
He approached me and grinned, "You need help?" I was to shy to even imagine a boy was speaking to me so kindly.
"I'd love some" I said in an almost faint whisper. He leaned forward to hear me and I could see his newly trimmed facial hair and smell after shave. I turned away from the smell in disgust.
"Do I smell?" He laughed loudly breaking the silence of the room.
"No!" I said nervously afraid to insult my first male encounter.
"You have a boyfriend? Or a crush? Someone who has your heart?" He smirked as the question brought my cheeks to a slight red. I grabbed some chairs hurriedly,
"No I only worry about school. None of the men in this school are even worth me glancing at." I heard the conceded tone leave as it was too late to take it back. Curse the Hispanic in me!
"Ouch! Am I not good enough for you?!" I could tell he was joking but he couldn't hide the seriousness in his tone.
It put fear into me for reasons I couldn't explain. I stopped in my tracks to face him, determined to see how far I could push I turned on my heels to face him. With my eye closed and my head up high I smiled and said a playfully serious no.
I didn't hear him and squinted one eye open to see if I taken it to far. He wasn't there though, and I was positive I never heard the door. Shaking it from my thoughts I went back to cleaning and turned around to run directly into his chest. I fell over myself and the chairs and laughed at my clumsy self, but he found no humor in it. He reached his hand out to help me never breaking eye contact. I refused, still being stubborn.
With a quick movement I felt wind blow my hair as he landed his right leg into my bicep. I fell back and cradled my new bruise. I wound up a kick but he caught my leg before I could land the blow to his lower thigh. I stilled not knowing what to do or say.
I was only 18 with the weight of 125. Athletic and strong yes, but nothing compared to him. He saw the submission in my eyes and held out his hand.
"Stand." He ordered me and I grabbed his hand and let him pull me into him. He knotted my hair around his fist and led me into the wings of the stage away from light or doors.
I glanced at the clock and saw I had about an hour and five minutes till anyone realized I was missing. Damn those extended double periods.
He led me to the wall corner
" You ever put a man in your mouth?" I felt tears roll down my face in anger and fear I knew what was coming and I had to find a way out.
"Get on your knees and ill be nice."
I looked at him as if I was searching for a human left inside this monster that had me. I spit in his face with everything I had smiling as I mimicked the scene from Titanic. He pulled my hair forward and brought his knee up 3 times until my body fell to my knees.
"Say ahh my little slut." I looked at him and opened my mouth before pushing my forehead against his Dick hard and fast. He pulled my hair down and to his right in one quick motion catching me off balance and having me tumble down the 5 steps to the auditorium seating.
"You filthy bitch you'll pay." I started to get up and run down the isle when he yanked my hair back causing me to fall on my ass he dragged me to the wall
"Open your mouth"
"No!" He banged my head against the cement walls.
" Open your fucking mouth!"He banged my head against the wall 4 more times. I threw up and felt a warm stream of blood trail down my neck. He pinned me to the ground and sat on me right above my groin and used one hand to hold my tiny wrists together while he wailed on my ribs.
" I'm going to make you wish you listened baby doll. Now you're mine." He wrapped his hands around my throat
" Beg for me to fuck you and I'll stop" I held my ground for about a minute before I could no longer take the burning in my lungs. He loosened his grip and gave a smile,
" I'm waiting."
