I normally don’t try my hand at creative-type writing, not longer than a few sentences for

I was the nerdy girl at my Catholic high school. The popular girls always bullied and bothered me. One day, I finally tried to put a stop to it. Instead of leaving me alone, two of them held me down, and started reaching under my shirt, taking off their clothes, and kissing each other and, although I struggled, kissing me, as well. One tried to reach between my legs, and I tried not to let her, but she pushed them apart and felt my soaking cunt through my panties.

She told the other, and they both laughed at me. “I bet I know what she’d like,” said one of my tormentors, and the other grinned and pulled my shirt off. Then, despite my protests, off came the bra, the skirt, the panties. They pushed me back onto the table, leaving me exposed and vulnerable. I felt panicked and humiliated as one of them slipped two fingers easily into my unused hole, making me gasp. “No, please. Don’t. Stop.” I said, entirely unconvincingly. The other started sucking on my nipples, alternating that with pinching them hard. As I felt a tongue teasing my clit, I started to moan.

I couldn’t think. The feeling of that warm mouth on my cunt, the tongue flicking and stroking and circling my clit, the fingers inside me, and the pain and pleasure being inflicted on my tits was too much. I felt something rising inside me, pressure building until waves of pleasure crashed through my entire body. I cried out, but was muffled by a kiss from one of the girls.

When I finally opened my eyes and sat up, still shuddering from the intense orgasm, they were both looking at me. “Look at that. What a dyke.” said one. The other smirked and responded, “I know, right? She came so quickly.” I tried to deny it, to say that I wasn’t into women, but it was pointless. I hung my head and started to cry. The one who had been eating my pussy looked me up and down and said, “How about this? You make us cum, let us fuck you, let us use you, just do exactly what we say, and we won’t tell everyone you’re a dyke slut.”

I shook my head, “I’m not a lesbian. I don’t want to do that. I don’t know what happened…It was just all too much.” The girl stepped closer, looking right into my eyes. “On your knees, bitch. Now. Or we will tell everyone.” The other one leaned over me and said, “Come on, dyke, you know you want to.” I found myself getting on knees. One girl lay down on the table, and the other grabbed my hair and pulled me to her friend’s cunt. “Start licking. Make her cum.” I wasn’t sure what to do, but I buried my face in her, licking and sucking, trying to listen to the noises she made. I felt a hand between my legs and then heard derisive laughed, “This little lesbo is getting wet just from eating your pussy. She’s fucking soaking again.”

The girl I was servicing laughed and reached down, pushing my face against her, until I could barely breathe. I felt fingers playing with my clit again, and moaned into her pussy. She told me to keep licking, and I did, feeling embarrassed at how turned on I was. Then she made me use my mouth on her ass, ordering me to push my tongue into her tight hole while playing with her clit. She moaned with pleasure as I obeyed, which made me shudder in response. She laughed at me, “Look at you. You’re so turned on from eating my ass, What a disgusting, eager little dyke whore. I came again when she said that, my tongue buried deep in her ass, her friend’s fingers on my clit. They both were calling me names, teasing me, telling me about the plans they had for me. I felt humiliated and, to my shame, that only made me hotter and wetter.

That first day, I got each of them off twice. Then the next day, they brought friends, and all of them used me. The third day, they came to my house, uninvited, and brought strap-ons, and fucked my tight virgin holes. My cunt and my ass. They tortured me with vibrators while they did, and I came over and over again, well past when it was pleasurable. They used me whenever they wanted, let me be used by whoever they wanted, in whatever way they wanted. I became their little fucktoy, and stayed their little fucktoy.