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The next morning was a Monday. Back to school for Keira.
Her phone, of course, had accepted her Dare confirmation overnight, and had new dares for her.
“Dare successful! Good girl! You have earned 20 points. Your total balance is 95 points. You need 80 more points for Level 4. Take another dare.”
- Before first period at school, dare a group of at least three boys that they can’t pull your panties off you before the end of the school day. (30 points.)
- Tell your teacher Mr Bentham that you have sexual fantasies about him. (10 points.)
- Strip your friend Adriana naked from the waist down at school and leave with her clothes. (30 points.)
She groaned. It was once again asking her to betray other girls. But she was going to be good. She wouldn’t do it.
But what were her other options? She could basically invite her history teacher to rape her – or invite some schoolboys to rape her.
She’d have preferred Mr Bentham – but it was only worth 10 points. She was never going to pass the level that way.
The other dare – with the boys – was asking for trouble. But she could manage it, couldn’t she? They didn’t have to actually succeed. That’s why it was called a tease. She could make the bet, and then duck into class, and then stay in places where teachers could see her all day.
She selected the “group of boys” option.
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At breakfast, she had a matter to raise with her father.
“Uh, dad,” she said, “Do you know Mr Haines across the street?”
“Oh, yes,” said her father. “He’s a bit strange. But he has a nice wife and daughter. Why?”
“He’s – well, he’s offered me a job after school,” said Keira.
“Doing what?” asked her father.
Honestly, she didn’t know. It worried her.
“Oh, you know, cleaning, household chores,” said Keira.
Her dad snorted. “You know, there are plenty of chores around this house you could be doing.”
“Please, dad?” begged Keira. She didn’t know what would happen if she didn’t convince her father, but Mr Haines certainly had a lot of power to humiliate her and get her in trouble after last night’s slutty encounter.
Her father relented. “Fine,” he said. “It’s about time you had a job anyway.”
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After breakfast, as she was getting ready to leave for school, her father stopped her on the way out.
“Give your father a kiss goodbye,” he said.
She almost said no, and then remembered her persistent rule to not disagree with men.
“Yes, daddy,” she said, approaching him.
And, as she had feared, instead of a hug and a chaste kiss, her father gave her a passionate kiss on the lips. She squirmed awkwardly as his tongue pushed into her mouth.
When it was over – and Keira was blushing quite red – her father added, “You know, Keira, you’re quire an attractive young women these days. The boys might like it if you unbuttoned the top few buttons of your blouse.”
Her eyes widened – but once again, she couldn’t disagree.
“Yes, daddy,” she said, in a small voice, and unbuttoned the top of her blouse to show her father her cleavage and a hint of her bra.
“Good girl,” said her father. He was making no effort to not look at her tits. He was smiling.
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She found a suitable group of boys at school before first period. Trent Harper, who had filmed her kissing Lexie, and his dickhead friends Alex and Sam. They were sitting together and giggling at some meme on Trent’s phone.
“Hey boys,” she said as she approached them.
They looked up – doing a double-take at her unbuttoned blouse and cleavage.
“Hey, slut,” said Trent. “What’s up?”
“I was wondering if you boys were interested in a little bet?” she said.
“Fuck yeah,” said Trent. “I love bets.”
“I bet you boys are too pussy to pull my panties off my by the end of the school day,” said Keira. “If you succeed… I won’t tell anyone, and the view will be its own reward, right? But if you fail, you each owe me forty bucks.”
Alex looked stricken. “I don’t have forty bucks!” he protested.
Trent elbowed him. “Shut up, bro, I’ll cover you. And besides, we won’t lose.” He looked at Keira. “It’s a deal, bitch. When does it start?”
She looked around, and then said, “Right now.” And she immediately started running.
She was in her first classroom – maths – before the boys had even truly begun to chase. She sat in her seat and laughed.
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Her plan worked well. She went from class to class, and then the library for recess, and then class and class, and the library again, and then another two classes. She was never out of sight of teachers, and before she knew it the final bell was ringing.
She laughed to herself as she collected her things and set out to walk home. She would laugh at Trent and his friends tomorrow and demand her money. As she walked across the school oval, she got her phone out, and started uploading the audio recording she had made of herself offering her bet to the boys.
Then something hit her from behind, knocking her to the grass. Her phone flew out of her hand.
“Got you, bitch,” she heard Trent crow in triumph.
She struggled and kicked, and managed to roll over. It was Trent’s friend Sam who had tackled her. Alex and Trent were standing nearby.
“Get off me,” she said. “The school day’s over. You lost.”
“Nah,” said Trent. “My school day isn’t over, cunt. I’m supposed to be in detention, right? Till 5 pm. So you’re still fair game.”
“What the fuck…” began Keira.
“Get her legs, bro,” said Sam. He was still on top of her, his arms around her waist, holding her down to the ground.
Trent grabbed her ankles, pulling her legs up into the air. Her skirt fell to her waist, revealing her white panties.
Keira squealed and tried to kick, but Trent was stronger than her.
“Get her fucking panties, Alex,” said Trent.
“Fuck yeah,” said Alex. He went down on his knees and grabbed the waistband of her panties. He began to pull them down her legs.
Keira squealed, and looked around for help. But the oval was deserted. Everyone had already gone home for the day. The street was too far for passers-by to see what was happening.
Alex pulled on her panties, and her cunt came into view. Trent laughed.
“Fuckin’ sweet,” he said. “Look, she shaves her twat.”
“Get a photo, bro,” said Sam.
“Hold your horses,” said Trent. “Let’s finish the job.”
Alex pulled the panties along her leg to her ankles, and Trent briefly released each of her legs to allow them to be removed entirely. Keira tried to kick as she felt herself released, but Trent was agile, and managed to re-establish his hold.
Soon Alex had her panties in his hand. He lifted them to his nose and sniffed them.
“Smells like fucking slut,” he said, and the boys all laughed.
Trent grinned, and forced Keira’s legs apart so they could all get a better look at her cunt. Keira whimpered in humiliation.
Alex got out his phone now, and aimed it at Keira. He took picture after picture. Keira had no doubt that they would all show both her face and her twat, and that she would be fully identifiable. She also had no doubt that Alex would share these photos with his friends.
“Oi, spread her cunt lips open,” said Trent to Sam. “Let’s see her fuckhole.”
Sam, still pinning Keira, reached out with one hand. She felt his fingers touch her pussy lips, and she went wild, bucking and twisting. It had finally occurred to Keira that she might actually get raped today – raped by all three of these disgusting boys.
But try as she might, she couldn’t get free.
Sam parted her cunt lips with his fingers. Alex took more photos. These ones showed the nub of her clitoris, and the entrance to her vagina.
Then he slid his fingers into that entrance.
She moaned with humiliation and fear as she felt his fingers violating her cockhole. She was powerless, and being molested, and she couldn’t stop it. And it was all her fault for daring these boys to do exactly this.
“She’s wet!” laughed Sam.
And it was true, although Keira hadn’t realised until now. Being restrained and exposed like this was having an effect on her body. She didn’t like it, she didn’t want it – but her body had its own opinions. Her pussy, quite independently of her brain, was very eager for more violation.
And then she realised something else. She needed evidence this was happening.
“Alex,” she said. “Can you… can you send me copies of those photos? So I can remember… what a slut I was? And not to be such a cocktease in future?”
“You can tease all the cock you want, love,” said Alex, “as long as you accept the consequences.” But he did something, and from nearby on the grass she felt her phone ping.
“Let’s stuff something up her cunt,” said Sam. “Can any of youse see a stick or something?”
But at that point, there was the sudden barking of a dog, and a voice yelled, “Oi, what are you doing!”
Trent’s eyes widened. He dropped her legs instantly.
Sam was getting up, releasing her. “Go, go, go!” he said.
And just like that, the boys were running. Alex still had her panties, but otherwise she was free. She scrambled to find her phone.
A man was running over to her, with a dog on a lead.
“What was happening?” he said. “Are you okay? Were those boys assaulting you?”
She had promised if the boys won that she wouldn’t tell. And she was sure the app would have opinions too.
“No,” she said, trying to smile. “Just a bit of friendly fun. It’s all fine, sir.”
Even though she could still feel the after-touch of Sam’s fingers penetrating her cunt.
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Sure enough, Alex had sent her the photos of her lying on the oval with her cunt exposed. She uploaded one to Tease Dare.
She also sent Alex a message. “Thanks for that. Fair’s fair, you win. I won’t tell anyone. Thanks for the game.” She didn’t know what the boys might do if they thought she was going to squeal on them, but it might be something that would make things worse for her. It was best if they were able to relax.
But something was stuck in her mind. Sam had suggested shoving a stick up her cunt. It was crude, it was juvenile, and it was gross – but she couldn’t stop thinking about it. What would that have felt like? To have a dirty stick, found on the ground, broken off a tree, poked into her twat?
In the end, she had to know. She stopped in a small park, halfway home, and found a suitable looking stick on the ground, without too many spiky bits. She squatted behind some bushes, and raised her skirt, and spread her pussy lips with her fingers. And then she pushed the stick into her fuckhole.
As it turned out, it was disappointing. It was too thin to provide much stimulation. And it felt cold and poky and gross. She fucked herself with it a little, experimentally, and then, with regret, dropped it on the ground, stood, and continued her walk.
But a part of her mind was still thinking – yes, but what if Sam had done it? What if he had forced it into her cunt, in front of the other two boys, with Alex taking pictures, and her completely unable to do anything about it? What if she had felt it forced into her, while wondering what their next step was going to be, and where their humiliation of her would end?
Would that have felt better?
And part of her – a secret, humiliating part of her – knew that it would have.
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