The Bleachers

The following very dark story has themes of non-consent sex, humiliation, abuse, misogyny and other dark themes. If such content offends you, please do not read. This is an erotic FICTION story not meant as any sort of gender, political or societal protest. This is purely for entertainment and never meant to happen in reality. If you have issues with such kinks, please do not read.

"Alright, put your hands behind you so this can move quickly," the man tells nineteen year old Jessica upon walking up to her. Jessica, who is sitting on the bleachers dressed in the "gym" outfit required for the class looks around, thinking the guy must be talking to someone else. She's never seen him before, nor does she know what he's talking about.

"I'm sorry, what?" Jessica asks confused, looking up at the man from her seated position. Jessica is currently in her gym class, which she feels is stupid for a college to require. They don't even do anything in this class, just show up, get changed and sit around trying not to be bored. Sure, if she wanted she could play volleyball like the others, but it's not required. So instead she sits on the bleachers for the hour and a half that is required trying hard to find something to do since you aren't allowed to have your cell.

"You heard me, put your hands behind your back, now," the man tells Jessica, saying it a little louder as if the issue was that she couldn't hear.

"You deaf, bitch?" Another man asks, sounding upset. Jessica jerks at this as she hadn't even noticed this new man that was standing behind the first guy. The two of them have walked up to her as she was dozing off as she sits on the bleachers in the college's gym.

Now looking the two men over as they stand in front of her, Jessica sees that both look to be around her age and are rather tall as compared to her. Not just tall but full. They aren't muscular per say, but they look big. And both also have a strange, mean look to them. Like they are mad at the world and want a reason to fight. They also look like they came from a movie where they played the parts of "school thug number one and two."

Jessica looks around to see if anyone else notices what is happening. To see if anyone has seen the two men walk up to her. Two men that clearly aren't in this class as they are the only ones that aren't in the required gym clothes but normal street clothes.

A tingle of fear does move over Jessica as no one seems to notice. She actually is in an area where there's no one around. Jessica choose this section of the bleachers for this very reason. She wanted to be alone as she hates this class and doesn't want to talk with anyone. Her plan most days is to sit here, take a nap or do whatever else to make the time pass faster.

Only now does Jessica see how stupid it was to go off on her own. Even if there are plenty of people inside the gym, she feels rather secluded and alone. This "gym" as she calls it is actually a basketball court that the college uses for gym class. The sides are filled with retractable bleachers, with most of the class in the first section while Jessica sits in the second, where there's no one else sitting.

Feeling rather scared and uncomfortable as the two men tower over her, Jessica puts her arms behind her back. This move makes her feel rather cowardly as she doesn't know why they want her to do this. The cowardly feeling she feels gets amplified as doing this small move makes her feel as if her bust is jutted out to comical levels.

"Why...am I doing this?" Jessica asks the two men, trying to keep her voice cool and calm to not show her fear.

Somehow Jessica knows that the two men are very aware of the danger she is in. That there is no one around to overhear them as most everyone else is on the other sections of bleachers, most watching the class in their volleyball game.

"Shut up," the second guy tells Jessica, making her stomach sink a little. The way he says this is like an insult, as if he doesn't think Jessica should even get to speak in his presence.

"Get up, keep your arms behind you," the first guy tells her in what is a clear order. The way he says this scares Jessica as it's so confident. It lets her know that this probably isn't the first time he's ordered someone around like this. That he's used to his orders being followed.

"L-L-Look, guys, I don't know what's happening here or what prank this is, but I don't want-" Jessica starts to tell the two guys. She says it as calmly as she can, wanting them to realize how much trouble they are in. After all, it will just take a single scream for the entire gym to know she is in danger.

"Didn't I tell you to shut up bitch?" the second guy growls as he steps towards Jessica. He moves to the bleacher right in front of her, his right hand moving up where it is clear he intends to hit her.

The first guy holds his arm out, stopping the guy before anything happens. But it is enough to terrify Jessica. She understands that the second guy has no qualms about hitting her, even if it is in public. The sheer boldness of that is enough to make her go pale.

"Move bitch. We going under the bleachers," the first man says, motioning for her to get moving while keeping his other arm out so the second man doesn't make a move towards her.

Jessica looks at the first man, then around the gym, trying to find anyone that could help. She is hit with a weird daze, where she doesn't understand how this could be happening. Where are the coaches? Shouldn't they be keeping an eye out for stuff like this? After all, these two guys aren't in the class as they would be wearing the gym clothes. Shouldn't they be asked to leave? Why didn't anyone stop them when they first entered?

But Jessica doesn't even see the coaches. Knowing how useless the coaches are, they are probably in their office, sleeping off a hangover or something. They barely even take attendance, so how would they think to keep their class safe?

Jessica then tries to make eye contact with any of the other women in the gym. She knows if she is able to do this, she will be able to non-verbally let them know she is in trouble. Then they can go and get help, or maybe even get a small group to save her.

It's at this point Jessica wishes she had been more sociable in this class as no one looks in her direction. Her hatred of the class has prevented her from making any friends here, mainly because most of the other women actually enjoy this class, which she would no doubt make fun of them for it. Now, everyone else sits in small groups far away from her, either talking to each other or watching the rest of the class play their game. No one looks in her direction, not even when she hard stares at a few of them.

"Move it!" the second man barks, leaning over to try and grab her.

"Ok! Chill," Jessica states, leaning back so she is out of reach briefly. This statement does make him back off, mainly because he knows she's about to do as she has been told. Again, the boldness and anger of the man really does terrify her as he doesn't seem to care that they are in public. Either the man is extremely confident in order to do this, or crazy. Or worse...both.

"A-Alright, just relax, ok?" Jessica says in a soft, scared voice, hoping to try and keep both of them calm. She says this in such a manner to reassure them that she's going to do it. That they don't need to do anything to hurt her.

To her shock and dismay, Jessica stands up while keeping her arms behind her. The cowardly feeling in her gut hits hard now as she can't figure out why she doesn't just scream. One scream and everyone would turn to look. One scream and she would be saved.

But as Jessica thinks of screaming, she also thinks of what they may do to her if she does. Or more importantly, what the second guy would do. She would for sure get a punch to the face at the very least, but who knows what the crazy asshole might do. Jessica isn't even sure the guy doesn't have any weapons. What if he has a knife? It would be so easy for him to whip it out and stab her before running off, cutting off her scream so to speak.

Not believing this is happening, Jessica starts to move down the bleachers, treating them as steps as she keeps her hands behind her back. On purpose the first man walks along side of Jessica as she moves down the bleachers. Doing this basically hides her from the view of the others as he's so much larger than she is. He keeps pace with her as she moves, even slowing down when she does.

When they reach the gym floor, the two guys continue to block her off, making sure she moves to the right and not left, as going left would take them towards the bleachers where the rest of the class is. As she walks, the first guy walks behind her and the other walks to her side, again blocking any of the class from seeing her. If they looked, they would just see the two assholes walking away. Since they aren't running or anything, no one would care.

"W-What are you meaning to do? What is this about?" Jessica asks the two of them as she keeps walking, her heart pounding hard. The fear she feels has increased to the point that she can't really form any good thoughts. If she could only stay calm she knew she would be able to figure a way out of this, but at the moment all she can think about is how the two of them could hurt her if they attacked.

Despite asking several times, neither of the guys answer. They just walk along with her, leading her to walk to the end of the bleachers, which only takes a few seconds. She tries to look behind her to make eye contact with anyone, but the two guys have moved directly behind her, still blocking anyone from seeing her. They then move a bit faster, making it appear that they will mow her over if she doesn't move faster.

"L-Look, I don't have any money," Jessica says as she is made to walk underneath the retractable bleachers. The bleachers here are the type that pull out but have very little space between the joints to prevent people from dropping stuff and having it fall underneath. This makes it quite easy for the two men to move Jessica underneath from the side.

Of all the times she has gone under bleachers like this, it never was this creepy or private. For no one else is down here, nor can anyone know they are down here. There's not even that much light as only the light from the sides and from the small cracks light up the area.

The two men walk Jessica about a fourth of the way underneath the bleachers. It's enough that they can't be seen from the side doors, but still close enough to the exits that they can run out if caught. It's also in a spot where all of Jessica can be seen, even if it is rather dim.

"Let's see what we got," the first man says, grabbing Jessica by her upper arms from behind and turning her so she faces him. To this the two men stand side by side and look at her.

The next part happens so fast that Jessica finds she doesn't have time to react. The first man reaches down and grabs the bottom of her thing, gym t-shirt. Moving extremely fast, he grabs a fistful of it and hoists it upward bunching it up right over her chest to expose her white lacy bra.

Jessica's eyes widen as her chest can clearly be seen. She feels the shirt being pulled and stretched as it is placed close to her chin, letting the two men see what very few guys have gotten to see, which is her in her 42 DD bra. Where they can see all of her cleavage as she stands like a deer stuck in the headlights with her arms still behind her back.

As she stands there, Jessica feels a weird feeling grow inside of her. It's a confusing feeling, born of feeling violated, yet wanted. Where the feeling of humiliation mixes with her shame at letting herself being exposed like this, causing her womanhood to tingle in a light and prickly manner. It's the first time ever that anyone has done anything so outwardly sexual and violating to her.

"These work. Big and fat," the first man says to the other as both look at her bra-covered breasts. The feeling of humiliation builds in Jessica as they act as if she can't hear them, or maybe that she's too stupid to understand what the grunts are saying.

"N-N-No, wait!" Jessica tries to beg as the first man shoves his fingers under both of her bra cups where he yanks the bra down. Again he does it so fast that Jessica finds she has no time to react. It just happens and there's nothing she can do to stop it.

With her head pounding from her heart beating so fast, Jessica looks down to see her exposed breasts. Her bra is underneath both of them where it seems to help push them up, causing them to look even larger in her opinion.

Transfixed by the sight of herself exposed like this under the bleachers, Jessica mentally remarks on how both of her breasts jiggle ever so softly due to her heaving breaths. She's been top heavy for quite a while, but only now does she really reflect on how large her breasts truly are as they seem to jiggle and sway non-stop. It fills her with that strange feeling again, where she feels not like a person that is desired, but a sex toy to be used and not cared about.

Jessica had wondered what the two men were intending on doing, but now it is clear. She had no clue if they were going to rob her, or maybe kidnap her, but she knows now they are going to sexually assault her. Or in other words, rape her.

Being raped has always been one of Jessica's greatest fears, as it is for most women. She always felt like a perfect target for a professional rapist as she is rather quiet and timid by nature. Not that she dresses too flashy or sexily, but her bust and ass are things that she can't really hide.

Jessica always felt she would be a perfect victim for some stronger, bigger person. But she figured that being smart and observant had made it that she never got herself in such a situation. It's now she understands that to be bullshit. The fact it hadn't happened until now seems more like luck than anything else.

"Oh gosh," Jessica gasps as the second man reaches over, puts his fingers into the waistband of her gym shorts and panties...and yanks them down. Both her shorts and panties fly down to her ankles with force, revealing her bare womanhood for both of them to see. And in her stunned state, she just stands there, exposed to these strangers, her hands pulled behind her as if tied there.

"Nice pussy, whore," the second man comments as he stays leaning over to examine it. He then does something that finally knocks Jessica out of her stunned stance. He cups her womanhood. Reaches over he cups it, his fingers sliding over her slit in a crude manner several times. It is much like the physical way of saying, "I own this now."

"You...you can't do this," Jessica finally says now that she's been jump started out of her shock. Upon saying this she attempts to take a step back. Her foot moves backward, but when she does this, she feels her own shorts or panties stretching some, preventing her from moving her foot more. It makes her feel trapped, like she can't even walk or move away. That's she stuck like this.

"You can't do this to me," Jessica tells them, looking at the first guy in the eyes, and then the second. Her eyes hold a great deal of begging as none of this seems real to her at the moment. It seem too farfetched to really be happening. Stuff like this just doesn't happen, at least not to her.

"Shut up bitch. Say another damn word and see what happens," the second guy threatens, reaching back over to cup her pussy again. With his large hand grabbing between her legs, he repeatedly moves his fingers over her sex as if testing it. For some reason Jessica is made to think of someone at the grocery store picking up a watermelon and tapping at it to see if it is ready.

"This is happening whether you like it or not. Best to just go with it as it'll go faster," the first man tells Jessica, then moves behind her. He says this smoothly and calmly, not showing any sort of stress about being caught, nor worry about her screaming for help.

"But..." Jessica stammer out as if the situation could be handled by a good debate. The second man now starts to insert two of his fingers inside of her to which Jessica whimpers and grabs at his hands. She pushes on them, trying to get him to stop before he actually penetrates her.

"Nooooooooo," Jessica groans in a low, soft groan as the first man grabs her left arm and pulls it behind her, and then her right. He's not forceful with it, but he is firm. Thanks to the situation, Jessica lets him do this without any real struggling as she knows she will be overpowered anyway.

Both of Jessica's arms are held behind her back now, with the first man holding both of her wrists in a single hand. As he holds her, the second man does indeed insert two of his fingers inside of her, making Jessica winch and jerk.

"Nice and tight. Can't wait to ruin it," the second man jokes to the first who merely chuckles.

"Noooooo," Jessica begs softly as the first man starts to make her bend. He pushes between her shoulder blades while holding her hands behind her. He holds her in this move, as if it was a wrestling move, forcing Jessica to bend over more and more.

Still in a stunned state as none of this seems real, Jessica bends. She bends more and more without struggling as she can feel the second guy starting to rub her clit. He does this not to create any sort of pleasure for her, but because he knows it'll be torture for her.

Jessica is made to bend all the way, her breasts dangling under her. In this position she feels her sex opening up, where she knows the first guy is seeing quite the lewd show. In what feels like a very practiced move, the second man who is still in front of her, grabs and holds her by the shoulders. This allows Jessica to put at least some of her weight on him instead of having to keep herself up while bending. But this quickly changes when the second man grabs her on either side of her face and grips her.

"W-W-Wait, please," Jessica begs with tears in her eyes as she feels and hears the man behind her undo his pants. At nearly the same time, the man in front of her starts to do the same. But with him, he still holds her hair so he goes at his pants with just one hand.

"This can't be happening!" Jessica screams at herself in her mind as she stares forward, her eyes watching the crotch that is in front of her. With a sick fascination, she watches as he undoes his pants, wanting to see the manhood of this...rapist. She wants to see what it looks like. Will it be sick looking? Will it be huge? What will it look like? What will it feel like?

A small gasp comes out of Jessica as the man finally pulls his pants and boxers down enough that his hard cock pops out. The man is very erect to the point that his cock damn near springs out of his pants. In a near humiliating move, Jessica has to move her head to the side when he pulls it out or else she would have been hit right in the face with it.

The man's cock looks normal, average even. Jessica isn't sure why, but this deflates her for some reason. She isn't sure what else she was expecting, maybe for it to be super huge or super small. That it was supposed to be different in some way, as all of this makes her feel different than a normal sexual experience. It sort of makes her feel that this isn't a dream at all.

"Oh," Jessica gasps again, but this time it is from the unmistakable feeling of the man behind her aligning his cock with her opening. He positions his cock between her cheeks where he places it right against her womanhood. It's such a surprising feeling to feel his cock move between her lips that Jessica still doesn't struggle or protest. All she can do is look forward with wide eyes, overwhelmed by all these feelings.

Not wasting time, the man behind her begins to slide his hard cock inside of her sex. As Jessica feels it sliding inside of her, she gasps softly and her eyes go unfocused. For in her entire life, she's never been put in this sort of position of being bent over, nor had a man insert himself like this. Once she did have a lover bend her over a table, but she moved to her elbows and was far more upright.