Humiliation in School by Joey

[PhilMarlowe]

Humiliation in School by Joey

\ WARNING THIS GETS A LITTLE ROUGH

This is a true story of what happened to me when I was 14. I had just switched high-schools, and wound up in a mostly hispanic district. I was one of the few white students in attendance. To make a long story short, I had gotten involved with this girl named Petra, a gorgeous, buxom latino girl who was 17 and sort of had thug-girlish qualities. It hadn't gotten any further than just messing around a few times. After awhile, the fun of it wore off and I didn't really find anything about Petra personally that made me want to stick around. I passive-agressively broke up with her by just not calling her or being as intimate with her anymore.

About halfway through that semester, I wound up at a party with some friends I had made. Petra was there, and so was a large contigent of friends she always hung around with, and I had met briefly. They were all beautiful girls, wearing tight t-shirts, baggy pants that usually hung low enough to show a thong or underwear. Some were dressed more girlish, in tight, one-piece skirt outfits. Some of them had similar rose tattoos, or cursive writing spelling out someone's name. Things seemed to be on decent terms with all of us, we said hello to each other and I actually wound up talking with Petra for a bit. My friends wound up leaving, they weren't into the whole scene, but I chatted it up a little while longer. Petra kept on offering to bring me something to drink from the fridge, she was being awfully nice. I got pretty close to being smashed, and didn't really notice the party thinning out. I stood up, and went to the bathroom to piss, but it was occupied. I just ducked out the back and started to let loose in the grass.

Before I could even zip up, one of Petra's friends storms out the back, and starts shouting out of no where.

"Who the ... do you think you are, you white mother...er!" she screamed. I was pretty nervous, I usually hate confortations like this.

"Wh-What are you talking about?" I stammered.

"W-w-w-why are you stuttering, you white little bitch!" she mocked. I could see a group of girls gathering just inside the back door. I thought this was heading for trouble.

"I don't need this shit." I said in an odd moment of courage. I quickly turned to walk out through the back gate, but I almost bumped into Petra and two other girls. I couldn't figure out how the hell they got out there.

Petra let loose with a wicked slap across my face. It wasn't that hard, but it stunned me and blurred my vision for an instant. Quickly I got slammed to the ground and the wind was knocked out of me. The sound of more than a dozen girls came clamoring out of the back porch. I tried to get up but I got kicked in the ribs and fell back down. They started kicking and scratching me, yelling names, calling me a gringo bitch. I tried to cover up with my arms, but several hand pried them apart and pinned them to the grass, and I recieved a generous glob of spit from one of the girls, right in my eye.

I was hunched over, trying to catch my breathing, and sobbing a little bit, softly. From the beer and the beating, I threw up a little.

"Ah, listen to this faggot!" One of the girls teased.

"Hey, what the ...? What about those boys he was with?" another girl, short with a mid-riff baring shirt, and tight, daisy duke short.

"Nah, they left hours ago" Petra said, as she and three other girls pulled me off the ground and dragged me towards the house. I could see what was going on, but my body was in pain and the alcohol had weakened my reflexes, so I was more or less limp as a rag doll at that moment.

They dragged me across the hardwood floor and into the room of one of Petra's friends, who was living there. It was spacious and decorated only with a pink-covered bed, some hip-hop posters, a bean-bag and a computer.

"What...the .......... this. What the hell are you doing you ...ing ........." I stammered. I was beginning to get a second wind.

"Shut the ... up!" Petra said, and she grabbed my nipple through my shirt and dug her fingernail deep, deep into the skin of my arm. I yelled out. "Shut this mother...ing lying-ass mouth up!" she yelled again. They threw me down hard on the wood floor.

"Here" said Petra's friend, handing her a small foam Nerf ball that was on the floor. She jammed into my mouth. It hurt like hell, and I thought there wasn't any way they were going to stick that all the way in my mouth. Petra pushed until she proved me wrong. My jaws felt like they were in agony. I heard the sound of duct tape being ripped off the roll, and I started to MPPH! and try to push the ball out. She took a bandana from her back pocket, and cleave-gagged me, effectively pushing the ball in even further. I felt like I was going to suffocate. They took the duct tape and wound it around my head about six or seven times. The lower half of my head felt like it was in a vice. I screamed like hell, but hardly anything came out. The girls started laughing at me.

They grabbed me and flipped me over. Someone pushed my arms together painfull behind my back.

"No" Petra said. "We got make this white boy hurt." While the girls held me down she yanked my hand up until they were inbetween my shoulder-blades. I could feel tears welling up in my eyes. She covered my entire forearms with tape, from fingertip to the bend of my elbow.

I was flipped over again. Lying on my bound arms only made the pain worse. The girls were laughing and shouting "hell yeah!" and the like.

Petra looked at me. "You ain't shit now, is you? You gonna ... around with me and then just leave and diss me like that? Did you really think I'd forgive for some shit like that?" She turned around to the girls. "So whatch'all want to do with him?"

"Shit" the short girl said. "If he gonna treat girls like a slut, he's gonna find out what it's like to be a slut." She walked up and squeezed my balls. "How you like that, boy-toy?"

The girls roared with laughter. The girl who lived there said "Wait, he's gonna need something." And ran off. While she was gone, Petra threw me on the bed, face first with my legs hanging off. She brought her hand down on my ass with a loud crack, making the girls laugh again. I heard the door open, and even more laughter as the girl who lived there came back in the room. She stood in front of my face, which was lying on the bed, and I could see that she had a ratty, foul, soiled dog-leash that I had seen buried in the dirt outside. They forced it over my head and cinched it tight. Petra yanked me up and started leading me out of the bedroom. The girls walked behind me, kicking the back of my knees, spanking me, pinching my balls from behind. I couldn't believe all of this was happening. I thought we had been friends now. I always knew that Petra had come from street-gang influenced friends and an enviroment, but I never thought that they were actually so sadistic like this.

They brought me to the middle of the living room. Petra smashed her massive breasts into my face. "I'll bet you liked this, didn't you" she smiled. "Down bitch" and she yanked my leash to the floor. My arms and jaw had already long gone numb.

The girls were on me and they ripped my shirt open. Some of the left to the kitchen, and I could hear the sound of drawers and cabinets opening, and giggling and whispering. I still couldn't believe this was happening. I muffled apologies and begging to Petra, but how could she even understand what I was saying? She just smiled. "It just gets hotter when you struggle, white bitch." My pants and boxers were yanked off. Despite myself, and the sheer terror I felt, I had a massive hard-on. Female touching does that to me.

"Daay-amn" one girl said. "And I was always wondering why you was going out with a chicken-legged, skinny-ass gringo."

Beer was brought out, and a joint was lit up. For a little bit, the girls took turns spitting beer, pouring beer, and throwing full or empty cans at me. They played little drinking games, and wound wind up having to wail on my ass with the small metal scoop by the fireplace. I screamed, muffled, silenced protests.

Eventually the rest of the girls came out of the kitchen. I heard things being dumped on the hardwood floor. Throughout the night, I found out what they were. They bent my legs underneath me, taping each thigh to each calf. They put rubber bands around my nuts, and would tease me by touching my penis or rubbing their tits on me or licking my body, and not letting me cum. "Aww, how cute." one of the girls would say.

They'd put clothespins on my nipples, and up and down my neck and chin. They'd pull them out until the skin stretched or they snapped off. The pain was intense. Eventually, and much to my shock, they took the ones on my nipples off, and one of the girls brought in a small, ghetto-rigged home piecering kit, and they put small, girl rings into both of my nipples. This gave them something more substantional to yank on.

They would insult me and slap me across their face, and bring their asses down hard onto my gut. Eventually, they brought rancid leftovers from the kitchen. They dumped spaghetti, beef, milk and hot sauce all over me. The hot sauce was the worst.

Towards the end of the night they took sharpies and wrote all over my body. "Slut" "... Me" "Faggot" "Bitch" "... Slave", "Sissy" and, as I later found out, "Boy-Toy" on my forehead.

At this point, from sheer tiredness, alcohol, and the searing pain, I start to get faint and woozy. I had vague notion that were dragging me to the garage, and throwing me into a large dog cage. After that, I passed out.

I woke up and they were dragging me out of the cage and back into the living room. It looked like it was Saturday afternoon. My parents would think I had just stayed over somewhere. My friends would think I had gone home. This thought was interupted as Petra yanked me by the leash into the living room. There were probably 30 more girls in the house than last night, almost all of them I recogonize from school. A lot of them loathed me and hated my guts. Upon seeing my bound, gagged, leashed, written-on, filthy, naked and humilated body, the whole room roared with laughter.

For the rest of the afternoon, it was the same as the night before, only ten times worse. My ass become numb from the constant spanking and kicking. I was teased and abused and beaten mercilessly. Whipped with belts, sprayed with beer, spat on. They tied shoelaces to my nipple rings and lead me around by them. They put the neck of a bottle into my ass at one point. A black girl dragged her fingernails across my dick, and then straddled my abused penis and raped me. Several other girls followed suit. The only upside was that I finally had realease from the contanst cock-teasing. But it was of little relevance anyway.

I sobbed all the way into the evening, and by that point I tried becoming numb to it. But they would keep on finding new ways to degrade me. Finally, I was dragged into the kitchen, my legs frog tied, and my arm bound at the wrists and elbows. They wrapped even more tape around me, cocooning most of my torso and completely covering my legs.
Then the sat me down inside a garbage bag, and brought it up around my body up to my neck. They wrapped tape around it at my neck several times, so I was simply just a black bag with a head sticking out. They ripped the tape off my gagged face painfully, leaving me with just the cleave gag. There I sat for another few hours, with girls hanging out in the living room, and coming to the kitchen every now and then, holding a knife to me, ungagging me, and forcing me to eat them out. Eventually all of them got around to coming to the kitchen.

It was way after night fall, when Petra and most of the girls came in to the kitchen. She looked at me sweetly. "Alright, bitch. Just remember...you gonna regret the day you gave us this ass." She said, turning around and slapping herself on the cheek. The girls laughed again. The short girl took a pink roll of tape and starting cocooning my head, leaving the nose free to breathe. In my darkness, I felt them untape the opening of the bag from my neck, and bringing it up over my head. They then taped the opening shut, and taped the bag around my body at the neck, chest, guts, and underneath my bent, tied legs.

I was carried, dumped, heard car engines and talking. I was sweating like crazy inside that garbage bag. Finally, I felt myself being heaved and I hit the floor of something made of hard metal, with the force of my impact seriously hurting me, and making a loud sound which echoed. I knew it had to be a dumpster. It wasn't until later in the night that a nearby neighbor found me squirming and MMPHing.

I was taken to a hospital and had my injuries tended to. I thought it was really stupid of Petra to do what she did, because it was simply a matter of pointing her out in the school yearbook. She didn't get in as much trouble as she could have, because somehow, there didn't seem to be enough evidence to get a full sentence. But they were able to prove she was there at one point and knew about it. She was sent away and I never really saw her at school again. The other girls got suspended or expelled or jailed, depending on what part in they had. A lot of girl confessed to what they did.

I was just glad that night of sheer terror was over. A few years later, I heard that group of hoods, apparently angered about Petra's sentence, kidnapped her, tied her up, raped and beat her and left her tied to a bench in the park, with JUSTICE scrawled out in spray paint, up and down from her breasts to her her crotch. I guess someone was willing to some kind of twisted revenge for me. I tried not to think about it.