School’s out…But I’m Trapped in. by FutureErotic

((((OK quick note before anyone reads this it’s a first for me. Not the writing erotic, well sort of, I generally stick to erotic romance. Hence the slight romantic element, sorry if you don’t enjoy it or if for a first part it isn’t sexy enough for you. But i write what i want to, but do accept helpful criticism. And yeah I realize I sound like an idiot, but I’m nervous about this a tend to jabber on so sorry about that. Oh and enjoy my first proper try at erotic writing))))

Anya stared into the mirror at what her class mates in school called the geek, freak, ugly and other colorful names. While this was partly true, Anya truly didn’t understand why they called her ugly. While nothing truly special looked back at her in the mirror, she felt she had potential if people could only ignore the glasses and freckles. Wiping the tears from her eyes she reached for her back pocket and pulled out the photo she always kept there, James Vincent her ex best friend and current tormenter. With deep green eyes, ebony hair and more muscles than any man, popular or otherwise should have. He is the wet dream for every girl and a few guys in the school, Anya knew she would always regret what happened between them. Two years before on her sixteenth birthday things had gotten pretty well…heated between them. They had their first drinks together and one thing had led to another and they had started making out, while at first nice, Anya had a sneaking suspicion that something was wrong. James had kept on trying to force her to lie down, almost like he wanted her to resist. Scared and confused at her excitement at being forced, Anya remembered calling him a few horrible things in her humiliation, and then she ran away and he stopped being her friend. But she never stopped wanting him, even when he started becoming popular and dating all the “hot” girls. Pulling off her glasses Anya let them drop onto the counter, only to have them fall off and hit the ground somewhere.
“Crap” bending down Anya felt around, without her glasses everything was blurry kind of like being drunk.
“Well, well what do we have here boys” at the deep and instantly recognized voice Anya tried to get up, only to hit her head on the sink and fall flat on her back. Everything spinning she cried out when three blurry shapes came into her vision, three big blurry shapes.

“Ughhh’ holding her head in pain Anya placed the voice instantly ‘James is that you” asked Anya as she once again tried to get up, only to be stopped by a foot resting on her stomach.
“Mmm, doesn’t she look delicious all spread out under us boys? Like a feast just for us” scared at what he was implying Anya shoved the foot of her stomach, only to have it come down hard. Coughing and curled up Anya listened to the boys fight,
“Jack. How many times did I tell you, this one we don’t hurt? She is mine’ a slap accompanied James’s words, followed by a muffled yes from Jack. Anya knew instantly who the other two boys were, Jack Bogg and James’s other follower Connor Libon. Idiots the both of them but they were typical strong, tall jocks, ones who she had no hope of overpowering even with her glasses.
“You know the rules guys; now help me get her up.” Anya felt several hands grab her arms and pull her up, furious she kicked out. A muffled grunt gave her small satisfaction before she felt a very real knife on her neck, swallowing Anya tried not to move least it cut her.
“James please don’t do this, I promise I won’t tell anyone” begged Anya.
“You’re supposed to be smart Anya, smarter than all the girls at this school right? Because for someone so ‘smart’ you sure don’t catch on quick do you, think about why you came into this bathroom” chuckled James as he ran the knife slowly over her neck. Compelled by his words Anya though back to the day and realized how well planned this was, everything was timed perfect. Down to the very day when he knew only she and a few other band members would be practicing, ones who he must have paid to insult her to the point of running away. Right into the bathroom where he and his sadistic friends where hiding, no way he could have done the glasses thing though.

“You bastard” hissed Anya ‘don’t think for a second you will get away with this. By the time I’m done you won’t be able to clean the toilets of your precious University, you will be too busy playing bitch boy in jail to a lovely rapist named Bob.”Screaming the last bit Anya was un-prepared for what happened next. James began laughing, how dare he laugh at a time like this.
“Oh Anya I honestly missed your sharp mouth, I can’t wait to see what else you can do with It.” Still laughing James removed the knife and obviously motioned for his pet idiots to make her walk; un-able to concentrate on anything other than not tripping over her feet Anya let them propel her through the school. The dreaded smell of sweat and male deodorant seeped through her nose, and a familiar feeling of horror crept over her.
“The gym’ stated Anya in disgust and she walked over the hauntingly annoying squeaky floors. ‘Damn it James I am going to kill you” promised Anya.
“Ahh James she is kind of crazy. She won’t actually kill us will she? I mean she is really smart, and I read or saw somewhere that smart people can make your brains blow up or something.” Conner’s idiotic comment was followed by an exasperated sigh from James.
“Yes Conner by the time I am through with you, they will be scraping your brains out of your arse.” Connors scared whimper was followed by a wack to her head, not hard enough to hurt, just a warning so wisely Anya kept her mouth shut. In front of her she could vaguely see a door open and knew she was in the gym supply closet, a place many a girl had christened the new equipment. Thrown roughly down onto a mat, Anya immediately tried to get up. Once again the knife went to her throat,
“No, no Anya. This time you won’t get away from me with insults and struggles, this time I will have you” Anya supposed it hadn’t really sunk in what they were going to do until she actually heard it from James’s lips. Almost all of her bravado left her, and in its place was a terrified 17 year old girl who was at the mercy of three older guys.

“Do you really hate me this much James, what did I ever do to you?” whispered Anya against the knife, nearby she could hear something tearing. Suddenly James’s body was on top of her, gasping as every hard inch of him touched her Anya hardly dared breathe as she felt his cheek touch hers.
“No honey I don’t hate you, now don’t make this any harder than it has to be. I really do not want to hurt you but I will if it means I’m free of your memory” murmured James into her ear. Whimpering Anya felt something tie around her arms before they were lifted above her head and secured, similar was done to her legs. Only they were tied separately so she was completely defenceless, James body lifted off her and she could vaguely hear what he was saying to Conner and Jack.
“Go leave us alone now, I’ve got it from here” said James.
“Awh come on man can’t we have a go now? Seems un-fair to go to all this trouble only to have to leave you the prize” whined Conner, supported by Jack. Already terrified of James, Anya dreaded the thought of both Connor and Jack being there to witness or participate in her humiliation.
“No, once I’m done you can have a go. Just not today” growled James before Anya heard the unmistakable noise of a door slamming and locking, leaving her trapped with James alone.