Fiona

Fiona hummed. She tiptoed across the room to lock the wooden door and removed her clothes into a heap on her untidy desk. She jumped onto her bed, and slid underneath the covers, pulling the duvet up to her shoulders and sinking into the mattress.

She sighed contentedly and allowed her hands to roam over her body. She reached into her drawer by the side of her bed and pulled out her toiletries bag, removing a vibrator from the side pocket and switched it on. It softly purred as she twisted the base, and she slid it over her body, sighing as it swept over her milky white teenage skin.

She reached for her breasts and stroked her hands over the erect nipples, tweaking the points gently as her vibrating wand glided between her thighs. She sighed and groaned as it touched her clit. She pressed it into her slit, and cried out as it send a series of waves through her body.

She groaned and sighed, gyrating her hips and running her vibrator up and down her aroused crack. Fiona whimpered and bit her lip, groaning nasally as her sex toy caused her nipples to tingle and her toes to curl. She squealed as she panted before screwing up her face and mewing.

"Oh God," she squealed loudly into the room and pushed her hips into the mattress as she held her breath. Fiona shuddered as she climaxed; she squealed and gripped the base of her vibrator tightly as she pushed it against the engorged button. She let out a passionate groan and sighed, breathing deeply. Her body tingled.

Fiona used her vibrator to bring her to two more orgasms, before wiping it down and stashing the sex toy away in her drawer. Fiona finished some Maths problems that she had been set, before cleaning her teeth and climbing into bed.

Jenny had been absent all evening, but it was not unusual for Fiona to go sleep before Jenny had returned, and Fiona turned off the lights and settled down to sleep.

* * * * *

Fiona was awoken sharply as the pillow came over her face and she struggled, but her hands were being pinned down. Muffled cries came from the cotton pillow and she raised her legs to kick, but as she moved them up, strong hands pushed them back down.

The grip on her struggling hands got stronger, her biceps were beginning to hurt, and she could hear voices, hushed voices, smothered and dulled. She screeched, her sound repressed and then cried as someone punched her stomach.

What was happening to her?

Her heart was beating furiously and her right hand was forced up to the headboard before something fastened it to the bed. She struggled, causing the hard metal to tighten around her bony wrist. Fiona yelled into the pillow, the firm ridge of the handcuff digging into her skin, before her left hand was yanked unceremoniously to the edge of the bed as well, a restraint snapping shut over it.

The pillow was ripped from her face, and she squinted into the eyes of her tormentors. Michelle, Angelina, Sophia and her room mate Jenny gazed back, each of them in their dressing gowns with determined looks.

Jenny pulled out a pair of her old panties and stuffed them into Fiona's mouth, the victim's eyes filled with fear and desperation. "We don't like you keep playing with yourself, or bringing strange guys back," Jenny said as an explanation. "Or getting me into trouble. We are going to teach you a lesson you won't forget."

The girls cackled and Fiona screamed into the gag. The tall, black statuesque figure of Michelle slapped her on the cheek. "If you scream we will get Bruno," she threatened and the thought of the Caretaker's Alsatian made Fiona wide-eyed. "Bet he would love to fuck a bitch permanently on heat like you. And we would love to see him tear you apart."

The covers to her bed were ripped back and the girls giggled at her milky white skin, flawless and smooth, writhing on the bed. She clamped her legs shut and the girls grinned, looking at each other.

"She's a fuckin' whore," Michelle replied. "Completely shaved."

Fiona squealed and shook her head. These girls couldn't be doing this, could they? Sure, Michelle, Angelina and Sophia didn't like her -- they were too staid and conservative to like her free-love and tolerant mindset but what about Jenny? Jenny was her friend, of sorts, and room mate and along with Kathryn was her only real friends at the school.

Jenny was a friend of everyone in the school, popular girl from a wealthy family who had made their money from Gentleman's clubs. Fiona stared at her room-mate who glanced over at the door. "I'll check no ones around," she said conspiratorially.

"Teachers aren't around," Michelle replied curtly and spat in the restrained girl's face. "We don't like sluts in this school," she replied with a firm, threatening voice. "We are going to fuck you up."

Fiona cried into the makeshift gag but it made no difference and Michelle swung her pillow case, containing a few bars of soap, around her wrist. She looked into the eyes of Fiona and brought it down hard on her thighs with a dull thud.

Fiona screamed into the gag and clenched her fists, but Michelle wielded the weapon angrily and brought it down several more times on the restrained girl's thighs, breasts and cunt.

Tears streamed down Fiona's face as she fought the bindings holding her to the bed. Agony coursed through her veins as Michelle passed the pillow case to Jenny. "Hit her." Jenny hesitated and looked at the wide-eyed Fiona. She gulped. "Hit her," Michelle ordered with a menacing tone. "Smack her, she's yours. She's your bitch."

Jenny gripped the pillow case and took a couple of deep breaths, standing statuesque at the end of the bed. Sophia sighed. "What're you doing, Jen. Take the bitch out."

Jenny stood motionless for a few seconds, staring at Fiona's panic-struck eyes. Fiona pleaded into the gag, begging her room-mate to ignore the malicious intentions in the room. Jenny gulped and with a grunt, lurched her hands forward and smashed the soap-filled pillow into Fiona's stomach.

Fiona screeched in excruciating pain, curling up as Jenny hurled more and more hits of the pillow into her room-mate's midriff. "That. Is. For. Getting. Me. Grounded. You. Fucking. Slut!"

Fiona coughed and choked as several blows rains down on her, before Jenny dropped the pillow on the floor. The four girls looked at each other; Fiona's cries and sobs filling the room.

"Done now," Jenny muttered but Michelle snorted.

"No fucking chance." The dark-skinned teenager slipped off her dressing gown to reveal a strap-on dildo between her legs. "You want it, don't you?"

Fiona shook her head and Michelle slapped her. The black protrusion between her thighs was two inches wide and seven inches long and Michelle knelt on the bed. The frightened girl instinctively closed her legs, protecting her sex from the invader and Michelle prised them apart before slapping Fiona again. Angelina and Sophia moved to either side of the bed and held her legs apart, bringing her knees closer to her hips to present both of her holes to the rapist.

Michelle eased the dildo along Fiona's slit. She scrambled up the bed as best she could, pulling at the bounds and restraints holding her in place but Michelle leaned forward and lined it up at her entrance, pushing so it made contact.

The tear-stained squealed into the gag, she was desperate for the girl to leave her alone. The dildo was too big and she was not ready. She would be in agony if the girl raped her with that thing, but Michelle knew the pain she would cause the dry student and simply pushed forward a bit more.

Fiona cried out as her hole stretched painfully to accommodate the first inch of the fake phallus and Sophia took to slapping her again. This didn't stop Fiona and she yelled "no, please no," into the knickers but it was no good and Sophia pinched her nose.

With her mouth blocked and her nose pinched, Fiona could not breathe and she thrashed at her arms. She desperately tried to suck in some air through the knickers and tasted the foul, ripe taste of her friend. Sophia released her grip and warned her that next time she wouldn't show her the same mercy.

Michelle cackled and drove the dildo into the crying girl, restrained on her own bed and pushed back. Fiona screamed into the gag, she was in agony, the friction of the unlubricated dildo thrusting into her was excruciating. Fiona's loins were moistening slightly, only out of protectionism and not because of the utter humiliation of the power exchange.

She liked dominating men, enforcing her wants and wills onto them but had never been on the receiving end, until now. Michelle looked down at the strap-on cock between her legs and looked over at the student. The turgid member slid out and Jenny whooped. "She taken all of it."

"Of course, fucking whore like her would."

Jenny bit her lip, she felt a strand of guilt as she watched Michelle ram the thick cock back into her room mate.

Michelle enjoyed the nodules on the end of the strap-on grinding against her clitoris and sighed as she established a rhythm, hammering the rigid toy into the unprotected pussy of the vivacious girl.

Fiona squealed, the fake, black member was hurting and tears streamed down her face as the rigid cock tore into her sensitive pussy. The girls laughed at this, Fiona was "even enjoying her rape" and was a "dirty, fucking slut," Sophia called out as Michelle's pounding drove Fiona into painful howls.

Michelle enjoyed the shrieking and agonising sounds and sight of Fiona and could feel herself nearing her own climax, snatching breaths and gasping as the strap-on touched her in her own sensitive places. She squealed and grunted, as a powerful eruption tore through her and she slowed her movements, watching the sobbing victim sniffing back her tears.

Michelle withdrew the cock and unhooked it from her waist, passing it to Jenny. Jenny hesitated and Angelina barked at her. She looked pleadingly into the eyes of Fiona who implored her to stop the attack. "She's had enough," Jenny muttered.

"Fuck off!" Sophia cried. "She fucked Hayden and I ..."

"She's had enough," Jenny interrupted and stared at the dishevelled girl on the bed. "We'll kill her if we don't stop."

"I want to kill that fucked up little ..."

"I said STOP!" Jenny yelled. Sophia looked at Michelle who just shrugged; they had only been able to attack Fiona because of Jenny's help and glanced down at the distraught girl, bawling into their makeshift gag.

Michelle nodded towards Jenny and put her hand on the door knob -- they had done what they had set out to achieve and she checked to make sure the coast was clear.

Angelina and Michelle filed out with Sophia turning to see Fiona. "Next time it's the dog," she warned her. "Just fuck off out of this school. No-one wants you here."

Fiona stared at her room-mate standing over her. "It's your fault," Jenny told her matter-of-factly. "You need to stop it." Jenny unfastened Fiona's hands, who scrambled away from her abuser, spitting out the used panties and coughing.

"It's your fault," Fiona yelled. "You did it! It's not my fault at all." She backed away from Jenny walking towards her.

"You leave, we'll say we had nothing to do with it," she promised.

Fiona took a deep breath and launched herself towards the smug girl, pushing her backwards and smashing her head against the brick wall. There was a crack and Jenny cried out, her hand going immediately to the back of her head. "You fucking bitch," Fiona called out ignoring the red mark on the wall. "I fucking hate you."

Jenny struggled to her feet and Fiona smashed a fist into Jenny's face breaking her nose before throwing her against the wall again.

Jenny was slumped on her bed, her head and face bleeding and Fiona smashed her hand deep into the stomach of the unconscious girl. The victim picked up her personal affects, and walked out of the room, in the opposite direction to the injured room-mate.

There was no shouting or calling out of her name as she walked boldly out of the school, and instead the sobbing girl painfully walked to the village in a drizzle. She knew where she was going and knocked on the door of a terraced house, which was answered by a tall middle-aged man, in just his dressing gown. Fiona recognised a lot of the facial features immediately and bit her lip. "Hello?"

He could tell the girl had been crying; her blonde hair was still wet from the rain, but there was a desperate vulnerability to her, and his annoyance at being woken up at midnight disappeared. "Is Greg here?"

"Greg? Are you OK?"

Fiona nodded and then burst into tears. "No," she cried and started sobbing.

He beckoned her into the house and she looked up the stairs to see the familiar face of her casual boyfriend peering down at her. "Fiona?"

"Ah, so this is Fiona," Greg's father asked and his son bounded down the stairs, wrapping his arm around his wet girlfriend.

"What happened?" Greg asked and Fiona just cuddled him. She desperately needed someone who understood her, and Greg was the closest person she knew.

"I've been raped," she told him and buried her face into his chest.

Chapter VI

Fiona swirled the whisky in the glass and looked up at her boyfriend in the doorway of the lounge. "Go to the Police," Greg repeated and Fiona crossed her arms.

"If you say that again I shall go h—," the awkward girl started and scowled. "I shall go somewhere else."

"Dad thinks I should just call them and get them to take a statement."

"I can't prove any of it," Fiona replied. "I know them. They will all get together and say that I put on a little show for them. I bet they have put ten pounds in my desk drawer or something like that and they will have got their stories straight. Plus, they will say that I attacked that nasty little conniving two-faced, vicious ... cunt, and it will just be hell."

Greg gulped and Fiona crossed her arms. "I'm sorry but I think you are wrong."

"I am not wrong," the tearful young lady snapped. "And if you ..."

"Greg," the voice of his father boomed and he entered the kitchen. "Greg. Your mother and I have been talking. We think we need to tell the school and the Police and ..."

"Please," Fiona cried and wiped her eyes. "Just please don't. I don't want to involve them. I just want to get away from that place and just have a day or two without ... those despicable bastards." Greg gulped and glanced over at his Dad.

"I'll sort," Greg replied and ushered his father from the small room. He returned with a laptop and microphone and Fiona looked up from her glass of Scottish whisky mistrustfully.

"What are you doing?"

"You are going to make a statement," he told her and she shook her head. "You are Fiona Holmes," he said manfully and looked over her as he pressed the power button. "And I am going to record it."

"I don't want to think about it," the young lady snapped and Fiona took another sip of a big tumbler full of Greg's father's best spirit. "I don't want to and ..."

"You need to think about it while it is still fresh." Fiona shook her head and Greg looked at her. "For me Fiona. Everything we do is what you want to do. Do this for me, and then I will take you to bed and we can cuddle up together 'cause I know that's what you want." Fiona snorted, but Greg loaded the software he needed and plugged the microphone into the audio jack. He pressed a button and sat down. "Interview of Gregory Hollands with victim, Miss Fiona Holmes. Friday November the ..."

"What are you doing?" Fiona snapped.

"Interview. In case we need it. I've seen it on A Touch of Frost. And The Bill," Greg responded and licked his lips.

"Well don't. I am not in the mood."

"We need to do this properly. Interview with Gregory Hollands and the victim ..." He trailed off as Fiona sighed and cleared his throat. "Yeah, and after this I will get the main computer up and use the webcam to take a picture of those wrists and bruises," he replied and cleared his throat. "So, in your own words, tell me what happened?"

"I was in my room asleep and they put a pillow over my head," Fiona started as her shaking hands held onto the whisky. "And then it all went black."

* * * * *

"It's only four pages," Greg chastised his girlfriend and she looked at her boyfriend's father with a pleading glint in her eyes. "All day you've been up!"

"I've been helping your dad," Fiona cried. "And it's fine. I've got all the main points and you have the recording saved. I can't believe you made me do all that."

"Yes, but I said you needed to get it down. And I have saved it onto the ZIP drive just in case as your notes are really short and ..."

"I have no idea what any of this means, and I have a lot to get through. So I would love a cup of coffee." She held out her empty cup to her partner and he sighed as he left the small office where his girlfriend was working through the ledger of the family firm.

"You should have called the Police, you know," Toby added as Greg left. "He was right you know."

Fiona bit her lip. "I couldn't have coped with it," she admitted. "And Greg took loads of pictures on that webcam of everything. All the marks, and bruises. But I just know it doesn't prove anything and ..." She shrugged and wiped her eyes. "I'm sort of glad he made me do the recording but I can't tell him that."

"Why?"

"Because then he will get sanctimonious." Toby chortled and Fiona rubbed her nose. "I can't have him getting complacent, can I?" The middle-aged man smiled at her as she looked down at the papers in front of her. "Talking of getting complacent, what the hell's been going on here?"

"You don't have time to do little things when you are running a business," he said guardedly and Fiona sighed.

"You need to make time," she demanded and coughed. "If you can't then get my boyfriend to do it," she snapped and picked up her red pen.

"Then you'll never see him," the balding man said with a grin and Fiona shrugged. "Between his job at the café and homework and ..."

"Doesn't his responsibilities to the family come before the café?" Fiona asked with smile. She began crossing off entries on the copy of the ledger. She had already identified dozens of duplicate entries and had even helped him draft letters to some of his suppliers requesting credit or refunds for duplicate payment of their invoices. Toby watched as she pored over a document. "Last year, did you really use two deliveries of gravel in Winchester Close?"

He shrugged. "I dunno."

"Well check," she snapped and watched as he pulled up a lever arch folder bursting at the seams. "And is that sorted by date or surname?" It was a rhetorical question and she knew it, and started leafing through the paperwork. She passed the dog-eared piece of paper to Toby and looked at the door as Greg entered the small office with two hot drinks. "You need to help your Dad get on top of this," she spat as he put the coffee on the desk.

Greg recoiled from her harsh words and the teenager mumbled. "He's OK," Toby answered for his son. "He's got a lot on and ..."

"Rubbish!" Fiona snapped. "Absolute rubbish. You are always talking about that bloody games console you've got. A bit less time on that and you could spare the time." He snorted and Fiona glared at him. "Laziness is a very unattractive trait."

"So is nagging," Greg replied. "And ..." He trailed off as Fiona crossed her arms. "OK when do I have the time, between your demands, working two evenings a week, homework and ..."

"I am low maintenance!"

Greg grunted. "You are very high maintenance," he replied instantly. "OK not with money, but with time and sex." His father coughed and Greg blushed. "Yeah, and ..."

"We'll finish this later," the ferocious girl snapped and smirked as her boyfriend left the room. "I'll sort him out," she promised.

"Well, just go easy on him," Toby begged. "He's been a bit lost this weekend." His eyes narrowed and he looked at Fiona. "I don't think he knows what to think or do!"