Kevin's Torment

"Hey, y'all!" Tracy shouted, waving her hands to get the other girls' attention. "Hey, hey, y'all got to see this!"

There were hoots and screams of laughter as she produced a six-inch strap-on dildo from her purse. Kevin was drunkenly staggering around, still trying to dance to the blaring music.

"Who you going to fuck with that thing?" Megan shrieked, already knowing the answer.

"That stupid little bitch," Tracy giggled and looked around for Kevin. "Right. There."

Kevin smiled as Tracy grabbed him and shoved her tongue into his mouth.

"I want to fuck, you ready to fuck, Baby?" she whispered in his ear and guided him to the couch.

She dropped her shorts and panties to the floor and cinched the dildo's harness around her waist and thighs. Kevin groaned happily as she flipped his dress up and yanked his panties off over his throbbing erection.

"Damn, he's got a nice package!" Vanessa noted as the girls crowded around to watch.

"Hey Tracy, you might want to lube that thing up," Cynthia said.

"Yeah? Tracy sneered. "You want to suck it for me?"

"Here," Cynthia said and produced some hand lotion.

Kevin lolled his head happily as Tracy roughly yanked on his erection. He briefly wondered why she was putting his legs up over her shoulders. Waves of pain streaked through his body as she roughly jammed the tip of her dildo into his tightly clinched anus. She thrashed his head from side to side and howled as she brutally forced all six inches into his bowels. A gut-wrenching scream burst forth and Tracy likewise screamed in orgasm as the ease of the dildo was shoved against her hypersensitive clitoris.

"He's bleeding!" Megan shrieked and laughed.

"You always bleed the first time," Rosalita laughed as she held Kevin's hands above his head. "You were a virgin, huh, fucking bitch?"

Kevin sobbed and struggled as Tracy roughly, forcefully shoved the dildo in and out of his raw rectum.

"God damn it, stop your fucking crying, or I'll give you something to cry about," Tracy screamed and slapped Kevin's face hard.

She tensed up in orgasm again, then slumped over, satiated for now.

"Let me have him," Megan demanded, applying lubricant to her own strap-on dildo.

Tracy wiped the blood from her dildo and unsnapped it. Heather held out her hand for it and Tracy smiled in understanding. Heather's parents were ultra-wealthy and bought their only child whatever she wanted, so long as they didn't have to inconvenience themselves or pay her any attention, which was the one thing she wanted most of all. Tracy knew that Kevin's rectum would pay the price for Heather's unhappiness.

"Someone shut this fucking piece of shit up!" Megan screamed over Kevin's howls of anguish.

She was struggling to keep his thrashing legs apart and to keep them from kicking her. Rosalita still had a firm grip on his hands.

"How's he at eating bush?" Vanessa demanded at Tracy as she dropped her panties to the floor.

"You tell me," Tracy laughed and went back to toying with Heather's nipples.

"Aw, fuck yeah!" Vanessa laughed and rubbed her drooling pussy all around on Kevin's struggling, thrashing face.

"Come on Megan, you're going to stretch him all out," Heather complained and gave Tracy one more kiss before standing behind Megan, waiting her turn.

Vanessa slumped over in orgasmic bliss; she'd rubbed herself to two orgasms, muffling Kevin's moans and groans. Megan caught her breath, and then roughly pulled her dildo from Kevin's anus. Heather smirked as she ran a finger through Kevin's trail of semen.

He'd ejaculated from both Tracy's and Megan's brutal fucking. He sobbed in shame as Heather smeared his come onto his lips.

"Let me." Rosalita demanded and Heather removed her hand from his lips and let Rosalita squat over his mouth.

"How's his cock?" Cynthia asked and Tracy shrugged her shoulders.

"Actually, it's pretty good," she admitted. Technically, she'd been a virgin when she had mounted Kevin's erection; his was the first male cock to enter her pussy.

She grabbed Vanessa as the girl grabbed a drink.

"So, how is he at eating bush?" Tracy asked and ran a finger along Vanessa's slit. "Better than you?"

"Fuck no!" Vanessa laughed.

Rosalita was smothering the hapless youth and ignored his fists as he drummed them on her back, trying to dislodge her from his face. Cynthia screamed as Kevin's cock was fully imbedded in her hairless pussy. Heather roughly jammed the dildo in and out of his rectum, using his legs for leverage.

"I want to fuck," Megan ordered and shoved Tracy backward.

Tracy staggered; her legs had been spread wide to straddle a kneeling Vanessa's face. Megan yanked the off-balance girl to the small couch and roughly mounted her, her 'cock' at the ready.

Cynthia also took a turn shoving the dildo into Kevin's bowels while Heather mounted Kevin's cock. Because of the dildo's pressure on his prostate gland, Kevin did not lose his erection, even after the intense ejaculation Cynthia had coaxed from him. Heather couldn't help but reflect that if she got pregnant, her parents couldn't help but pay attention to her then.

His shameful sobbing did not affect the girls at all as they continued to drink and make love with each other. They were used to sobbing. Megan had found out that she'd been diagnosed with Multiple Sclerosis and was prone to severe crying jags. She did not want anyone outside of her circle of friends knowing, not even the teachers of Baylor Lake High School knew. Heather often sobbed to herself, or to anyone who would listen, about how lonely she felt in her home. Tracy would cry every now and then about her mother's death. Cynthia was ashamed of her drug addict mother and the filthy trailer they called home. Vanessa and Rosalita didn't cry. Vanessa just didn't care, and Rosalita was determined to show them how tough she was.

From time to time, one of them would break off and either mount his cock or shove their strap-on dildo into him.

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Kevin awoke, or came to. His rectum was raw, his cock was raw, and his tongue was raw. The girls were all asleep and he stared mournfully at them. All he had wanted to do was to be with Tracy, to fit in, to be one of them. And they had brutalized him for that.

Setting his jaw, he slowly began to move around the small cabin. Tracy's purse had her cell phone and he smiled; it had a camera built in. He took several pictures of the girls. Megan and Tracy lay together on the couch, Megan's strap-on dildo nestled in Tracy's blonde muff. Heather and Cynthia lay together on the rug in front of the fireplace, Heather's arm curled around Cynthia. Vanessa lay in the recliner, Kevin's dried semen still visible in her dark pubic hair and pussy lips. Rosalita slept on the loveseat, sucking her thumb in her sleep. Kevin made sure to get her pudgy thighs in the frame as well, knowing that she hated her flabby thighs.

After forwarding the pictures to his own cell phone, he deleted Tracy's phone's memory completely. He then took her car keys from her purse. Each girl's purse was rifled. He erased the memory from their cell phones, and removed their car keys.

The night air was dank and full of bloodthirsty mosquitoes, but he paid them little mind as he went to the shore of the small lake. He hurled the sets of keys as far as his scrawny arm would let him, and then slapped his forehead.

"Duh, dummy, your clothes are in Tracy's car," he groaned.

"Oh well, tough shit," he said and found a large rock. It took two swings, but he managed to smash the passenger's window of the Corvette. He retrieved his clothing and dropped Stacy's sundress to the ground and shrugged his own clothing on. Finding a large stick to lash out at any predatory wildlife, he began the five-mile walk to Highway 19 and home.

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John Mouton blearily regarded his son, but returned the boy's smile.

"Hey sport," he whispered, not wanting to awaken Michelle. "How was it?"

"It was all right," Kevin shrugged.

"So, think we'll be seeing a lot of Miss Baxter around here?" John teased his son.

"Probably not," Kevin shook his head. "I think she just wanted one date, just to make her friends jealous, you know?"

He was bone-tired; it had been a long day, but he still had work to do. He pulled his cell phone out of his jeans and retrieved the several photographs and loaded them onto his computer. He then went to the Internet and found the web site for Baylor Lake High School. Each of the faculty members were e-mailed copies of the photographs as well as every student that had put their e-mail addresses on the school's bulletin board.

He found a photograph that Tracy had taken two years ago in the midst of the obscene photographs; it was of herself and her mother and her younger sister, taken the Christmas morning she'd first received the camera phone. At first he thought of deleting it, but even with her betrayal and cruelty, he couldn't do that and forwarded it back to her phone.

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Tracy's head was throbbing unmercifully as she pawed through her purse looking for her keys. Sighing, she retrieved her cell phone and flipped it open. She saw the photograph of herself, her sister, and their mother and felt a sting of tears. Wiping her eyes, she pressed '1' and waited. Nothing. She pressed '1' again but still nothing happened.

"Hey, where the fuck my keys go?" Vanessa demanded as she looked through her purse.

"Anyone seen my keys?" Heather asked as she felt through her jeans pockets.

"Where's Kevin?" Cynthia asked, looking around.

"I will fucking kill that little sawed of leprechaun," Tracy thought bitterly as she checked her cell phone memory and saw that it had been erased.

She knew that she would kill him when she saw the smashed window of her Corvette. Sighing, she started the five-mile walk toward Highway 19 and home. She did not wait for any of her friends, knowing that none of them would have waited for her.

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Monday morning, Tracy entered Biology class and sat down next to Kevin. Her left eye was swollen shut, hideously purple. Her lip was split and her right cheek still bore traces of a very forceful slap. Coach Baxter, the news had spread very quickly, had been arrested when Stacy called 911, screaming frantically for help.

"You'll fuck God damned dykes, you'll fuck me, you little fucking slut!" he was still screaming when the police pulled him off of his daughter.

Rosalita had already left school, unable to face the taunts of her peers.

"Hey, Rosie, I give you something to suck besides your thumb," seemed to be the favorite comment.

Megan was actually relieved that it was out; she was a lesbian. The boys that normally tried to impress her, tried to get her attention, gave her wide berth as she sullenly walked down the halls.

Vanessa took it all in stride. She really didn't care what any of these people thought about her; they just weren't that important to her.

Heather and Cynthia tried to bluff their way through the school day, tried to act as if the taunts and jeers and leers rolled off like water rolls off of a duck's back.

Heather finally had her parents' attention; she was grounded for a month. Hopefully one or the other parent would be at home during her confinement.

Cynthia had to grudgingly admire Kevin's retaliation; she didn't think he'd had it in him. Since the lock didn't work on the trailer anyway, the loss of her keys wasn't that big of a deal. In the screaming match that she'd gotten into with her mother, she finally told her mother what she thought of her and her drug abuse.

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Mrs. New launched into her boring lecture.

"Sorry about your dad, um, attacking you," Kevin hissed to Tracy.

"You should be, sending him those fucking pictures," Tracy hissed back.

Mrs. New looked sharply at them and they scribbled in silence.

"Any idea where my fucking keys went?" Tracy hissed.

"Bottom of the lake," Kevin shrugged and again Mrs. New looked over at them.

"Just fucking great," Tracy spat.

"Am I going to have to separate you two?" Mrs. New asked, which brought on a few titters from the other bored students.

"No ma'am," both Tracy and Kevin said, both blushing.

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Kevin tensed up; Tracy was waiting for him by his locker. The smile she wore wasn't her usual haughty, mocking smile; it was self-conscious, unsure. None of her friends were around; they all blamed her for their troubles since she was the one that brought Kevin out to the lake.

"My car's in the shop, someone broke the window," she said.

"Gee, that's a shame," he said and put his Calculus book away and grabbed his lunch bag.

"Yeah, Stacy had to give me a ride to school today," Tracy went on. "Got any idea what that Jeep is like? Bouncing all over the place and she hit every fucking pothole on Highway 19. Think she does that shit on purpose."

Kevin slammed his locker shut, causing Tracy to jump.

"What do you want, Tracy?" he barked.

"I, I," she stammered, her stomach plummeting. "I don't know, Kevin, I guess, I want, I don't know."

She burst into heart wrenching sobs that had several students looking at the two of them.

----

"Well, yes, we have plenty," Michelle Mouton agreed when Kevin called her at her office. "Sure your girlfriend can come over for dinner tonight."

"Mom, she's not my girlfriend," Kevin protested, blushing a hundred shades of red.

"I'm not?" Tracy demanded, peering at him through her one good eye. "Then what am I?"

The End of Kevin's torment.

Epilogue: Heather was pregnant, forcing her parents to pay attention to her, and to each other. They separated two months after Heather dropped the bombshell on them and divorced two days after Kelly St. Martin was born.

Cynthia's mother did not kick the met amphetamines; guilt seemed to spur her even deeper into addiction. Cynthia went to college on grants for underprivileged students, thanks to the efforts of Mrs. New.

Rosalita moved to Houston, to be with her father, unable to face the taunting of her peers. Her mother stayed on in Baylor Lake; she was paid well as the maid for the St. Martins. She became DR. St. Martin's lover after he and Heather's mother separated.

Vanessa moved to New Orleans immediately after graduation; no one knows where she is or how to get in touch with her.

Megan's multiple sclerosis took a dramatic turn for the worse before the end of the school year and the secret about her illness was out. Unable to take the pity of her peers, she dropped out of school.

Coach Baxter denied any wrong doing in raping his daughter, still seeing it as his right to fuck her. Because of his lack of remorse, the presiding judge sentenced him to fifteen years hard labor. Angola State Prison is where Louisiana sends its worst offenders; it is not a nice place.

Aunt Stella, their mother's sister, took guardianship of Stacy and brought the girl to Lafayette, Louisiana.

Tracy insisted on staying in Baylor Lake; this was her last year of high school. Their house had been sold to pay for their father's lawyer, though, so she did not have anywhere to live. Again, it was Mrs. New that stepped up to help a student. Tracy lived with the teacher and her husband for the remainder of the school year.

It was Mr. New that walked the beaming twenty one year old Tracy Baxter up the aisle when she and Kevin Mouton married.