Kidnapped

*** So, this is a story that I wrote a long time ago. It gets pretty graphic, so it's not for the squeamish. It deals with rape and kidnapping and murder... Yes, I know some stuff doesn't quite make sense... I think I was in seventh grade when I wrote this, so my writing wasn't very good back then. I am transferring it over from student.com, and it is under the exact same username. I promise, this is my work, and I hope you guys like it!

The morning air was crisp and bright as I headed out the door. Everything had a cheery feel, seeming to say, today will be a great day. Too bad they were completely and utterly wrong.

I stepped inside the massive building that was my school, Westover Preparatory Academy. The hallways were buzzing with gossip about how Mackie and Ryan had broken up over the summer and how Jazimina and TJ had gotten together. It was my senior year and I was unstoppable.

Danny was the first to spot me and came over immediately.

“Wow,” he said astonished, “you look amazing!”

“Are you implying that I didn't look good before?”

“N-no. I just...”

“Just what?”

“Its just you look good. Can't you just take the compliment and be grateful?”

“No, I can't,” I said playfully. I leaned on him and he put his arm around me. No, we are not going out. At all. I like him as a friend. But ever since 4th grade, he has always wanted more. Before I became pretty. I looked more than pretty though; I was Aphrodite: the goddess of love, combined with Athena: the goddess of wisdom. Both beautiful, both successful.

Summer Holidays are over and this is it. My best year. Everyone stopped and greeted me. I had gotten taller and a new wardrobe to accompany it. I had lost the flab around my stomach, and my breasts were now more defined. Everyone stared as I walked down the hallway, just how I always wanted it to be.

Every guy wanted me, and every girl was green with envy. They glared and stalked, but they were jealous. I got showered with “hello”s and “oh my God, I haven't seen you in forever”s from every girl; they were so desperate to be my friend. I had officially started my new rein of the “it” girl. The only thing I had ever wanted.

Being her meant everything. To everyone. There was no privacy if you were her, but if you were, you didn't care. It was stressful, scary, and full of scandals, sandals, and superheros. The “it” girl being the biggest and strongest one. You had to be perfect in all aspects: strait A's in all honors courses, long silky hair, perfect proportions, you can't eat to much or to little, smile all the time, preferably blonde hair, money, perfect clothes, be everywhere on the party scene, know everything, everyone, everywhere, every time, have face symmetry, big eyes, long eyelashes, where the perfect amount of makeup, and be... perfect. That was the price, and I was gladly willing to pay. The rewards were endless. Everyone wanted to be your friend. You could have anything you ever wanted. Anything. Popularity is all that matters anymore, in anything. And, finally, I had it.

Too bad it was gone in an instant.

“Rachel Hemmingway!” Mr. Phlat called out to the class. My head instantly shot up. “Stay after class. We need to talk.” A simultaneous whispered “oo” chorused out from the rest of the class. The bell rang, and while the other students leaped up and rushed out the door, I stayed sitting, lazily gathering my things.

“You wanted to speak to me about something?” He issued me to come forward. He was young and strongly built. He had big green eyes, long lashes, and a strong nose. His lips were full and red and glossy. His shaggy, ash brown hair dipped into his eyes and covered the tips of his ears. He was extremely handsome and I had often had sexual fantasies about him. His voice was velvet as he spoke.

“Will you take a walk with me? We need to talk about your score on the pre-test that we just took. You didn't do so well,” he said, motioning for me to grab my things and leave the classroom.

We left the school from the back entrance and started heading towards the woods.

“So... My score on the test? What about it,” I asked quizzically.

“Most of my pupils get an %86 or higher, showing me that this is the correct class for them. You received a %37. That shows me that you should really be in regular, or even retake your junior history course. You really shouldn't be in this class. I have reviewed your recommendations from your other history teacher from last year, and she had said that you would need to take regular this year. I am afraid I will have to transfer you to a different class, or you will have to spend all of your time learning this stuff. This is a hard class, and I can't make exceptions for one student.”

“Please? Isn't there anything you can do for me? Anything at all?” We neared the woods and the shadows slowly crept over us. The grass was getting taller, inch by inch, for they seldom groomed the  plants back here. I could tell he was moving closer to me. His hand gently sweeping mine. We kept walking in silence until we got farther into the woods.

Looking back on it, this was a really stupid idea. I just wish I had seen it then. But I hadn't, and I got screwed. Literally.

We were in the middle of the woods now. Mr. Phlat was still deep in thought about my situation, and I was just walking for the sake of walking. Then he stopped short. So did I. He looked at me, about to speak, when I did the stupidest thing I could have ever done.

I kissed him, and he didn't fight back. He opened his mouth, and used his tongue to force open mine. I had wanted it to go slow, and to let the moment resonate with both of us, but his hands were on me. Holding my head to his with one hand, and caressing my cheek with the other. I immediately gave in, and stopped pulling away. Then, everything changed for the worse. One hand was still holding my head, while his other hand was tracing every bit of my body. My hands just went to his waist and stayed there. He was not happy about that. He roughly grabbed my hand and rubbed it against his growing hard. His hand guided my reluctant one and then let go. When I stopped, he grabbed it again. Led it more fiercely, and kissed me roughly. His hand let go and I stopped again. He stopped kissing me and slapped me hard against the cheek. It was red and stinging, but he just kissed me harder. I rubbed is hard now, letting his hands trace up and around me. First, he cupped my breast, then he raised my shirt and undid my bra. He removed my mouth from his and inhaled my nipple. I couldn't help but release a small groan of pleasure. He moved to the other breast, and sucked harder.

He pushed me to the ground, and started to grind against me. I knew I was getting wet, but I didn't want to be. I stopped rubbing his hard and tried to push him away.

“Stop! Stop! STOP!” He didn't even listen. My screams were dismissed and he slid off my pants and his. He stuck his penis into my mouth and told me to suck and move it in and out of my mouth. I did, but only because he held my head down. After I was finished, he jabbed his dick into me, and I immediately felt the burning bitter-sweetness. My cherry had just been popped, and I could never get it back. He rapidly moved in and out, and the pleasure outdid the pain.

But I still screamed. I cried for him to stop, but he wouldn't listen. He kept going and going. And he never stopped. I passed out eventually, but I never stopped screaming. Never.