**Ruining Roxy**
Story by All These Roadworks (2022).
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It was Roxy’s fault the boys had been expelled, so it was only fair she pay the price.
It had happened in English class. Everyone had been asked to write an essay on the meaning of “love”, and of course Roxy, 18 years old, top of the class, little miss prim and proper and perfect, had been asked to read hers in front of the class.
“Love means saving myself,” she had begun haughtily, back ramrod-stiff, perfect hair in her perfect ponytail. “Love means that my first time will not be thrown away casually, but cherished, and reflect my worth. Love means that I will wait for a man who sees my true beauty, not lure him in with exposed skin and silicone udders like some plastic cow.”
Up the back of the class, one of the boys – none of them would admit which, even later – made a loud “mooo”.
No one could help it. It was so perfectly timed, and with her fussy look, and her black and white uniform, and particularly with those big natural tits that she was pushing out against her smooth school shirt, she really did look a little like a cow. All at once, there were smothered giggles throughout the class.
Roxy blushed and tried to ignore it. “Love means keeping myself pure, so the world knows my chastity, not teasing men into arousal.”
“MOOOO,” said someone else, loudly, and now the class did laugh.
Roxy pushed on. “Love means one baby, with the father I choose, at the time that I choose…”
“MOOOO,” yelled someone. And “MOOOOOO” yelled someone else, and all at once Roxy was drowned out in a wave of mooing and laughter. “Make the cow stop talking and starting making milk,” someone unidentifiable cried.
In the end, Roxy fled from the room in tears, and, being Roxy, went straight to the headmaster’s office to complain about the sexual harassment and violation she had just experienced in English class.
Every boy in the class was expelled the next day.
And so now, they were gathered, deciding what to do about the problem of Roxy.
“We could beat her up,” said one boy.
“We could break into her house and steal her stuff,” said another.
“No,” said David, the most vicious of the group. “She’s told us exactly how to hurt her, remember? That is, if you could hear her over the sound of her being an enormous cow.”
“What do you mean?” asked one of the others.
“Love,” said David. “She’s got all these bitchy notions about not putting out until she finds the perfect man, and meanwhile she’s going around with E-cup fuckmelons and pretending she’s not cattle. Let’s just go and take all those dreams away from her. Don’t tell me it wouldn’t be fun.”
It would be fun, they agreed.
That night, after school, Roxy was working back in the library, as usual, studying like the cockblocking little teacher’s pet she was. She stayed back later than the librarian, and was enough of a goody two-shoes that the librarian trusted her to stay there alone, and lock up after herself. Which meant she had no one at all to protect her when the boys entered.
Engrossed in her studies, she didn’t even hear them until David had his hand over her mouth and was dragging her backwards out of her seat. Immediately a boy was flipping up her skirt, grabbing her panties, and dragging them down her legs. She screamed, muffled, into David’s hand, and kicked her legs futilely, but the panties were gone and her cunt was exposed. Other hands ripped open her shirt, popping the buttons, and pulled up her bra to expose her large tits.
David whispered in her ear. “Quiet now, and I’ll take my hand off. Do you understand?”
Tears were forming in her eyes, but she nodded, and David removed his hand from her mouth.
“Please,” she said, quietly. “Please let me go.”
David slapped her. “That’s not the sound cows make,” he told her.
She bit her lip, not believing this was happening. “Please…” she said again.
David slapped her again. “Last chance, Roxy,” he told her.
She was silent for a long moment, then, in desperation that capitulating might improve her situation, she said, “Moooo…”
David smiled. “Good girl,” he said. “That’s the only sound I want to hear from you. Try again.”
“Mooooo,” she said again, pleading.
The boys had their phones out now, and were filming her.
“Tell you what, Roxy,” said David. “How about you play with your cunt, and look into my phone camera here, and mooo, and make it look like you *really* want me to fuck you. If you do it well enough, I’ll just ejaculate on your face, and we’ll let you go, rather than every boy here having a turn with you.”
Roxy took a deep, jittery breath. She had to do what David wanted. She couldn’t believe she was here, in the library of her own school, with her tits and pussy exposed and boys threatening to rape her. It was unreal. And because it was unreal, it didn’t really matter what she did here, did it? It was all just a horrible nightmare, and it would go away in the morning.
They let her down into a kneeling position, and she stared into David’s camera, and began to rub her pussy. She’d rarely masturbated before – it was a whorish thing to do, not for nice girls at all, and although she’d frequently been desperately wet, she’d only allowed herself to touch her cunt at her weakest and most vulnerable moments.
After such denial, it felt undeniably good, she realised, to slide her fingers in and out of her fuckhole and gently stroke her clitoris. *So* good.
She stared at the camera as she played with herself, and tried to look like the girls she had seen in her brother’s online porn. She used her free hand to lift one of her tits and tweak her nipple. *That* felt good as well.
“Mooooo,” she said, in what she hoped was a come-hither voice. She allowed herself to part her lips, to breathe heavily, feeling a flush in her cheeks as her body responded to her masturbation. “Mooooo…. mooooooo…. moooooo….” The last moo was little more than a sluttish moan.
David laughed. “Good girl,” he said. “That should convince people that you wanted it. And be a good source of comedy. But I was lying, of course. We’re definitely all going to rape you.”
“What? No!” Roxy objected, as she was lifted from her knees and bent over the study desk, ass presented. One of the boys slapped her across the face, hard, and she corrected herself. “Moooo!” she protested. “Moooooo!”
Another of the boys had been looking through Roxy’s schoolbag. “No birth control, pills,” he called out triumphantly. “And I know her brother, and he’s pretty sure she doesn’t have any at home.”
“Good,” said David, and sunk his stiff cock into Roxy’s masturbation-primed pussy. Roxy squealed with shock and violation and shame and pain, and then – always a quick learner – converted her squeal into a humiliated moo.
The moo was quickly silenced as another boy stood in front of her and plugged her mouth with his cock. Roxy had never sucked a cock before, but she knew better than to let her teeth anywhere near it, and when she hesitated, the cock’s owner slapped her again until she started to obediently fellate him.
Her hands were pulled away from her body and guided to another pair of warm, hard cocks – she didn’t even know whose – and she was shown how to gently pump them to masturbate their owners.
“This is your first time, Roxy,” laughed David. “We want you to remember it forever. It reflects your worth, after all.” He bucked hard against her, and she felt something wet in her pussy. He had just ejaculated! Ejaculated into her unprotected womb! She panicked and began to thrash, but the boys held her down. The cock in her left hand pulled away, and a moment later she felt it push into her cunt and quickly cum, delivering another load of ejaculate, and then it was replaced by the cock she had been working on the right, which likewise spurted its seed into her. The boy in her mouth, at least, didn’t feel like changing holes, and a moment later her tastebuds were overwhelmed by a salty flood of his semen.
“We’re going to knock you up, Roxy,” said David. “And you’re not even going to know whose baby it is. And because you’re such a prim and proper little bitch, we know you’re going to carry it to term because you don’t believe in abortion, which means you’re going to be walking around school like the pregnant little teen trailer trash you are with a big belly and milk leaking from your cow udders.”
“Moooo!” Roxy wept. “Moooo!” And then her mouth was plugged again by a fresh cock, and someone new was fucking her pussy.
After a while, they moved her into a new position, held upright by one guy with her legs around his waist and his cock sunk into her rapehole. She squealed in horror as she felt another boy come up behind her, and a moment later his cock pushed into her virgin anus. It hurt, and she thought this was her lowest depth – but a moment later, when she felt the two cocks *pushing against each other* inside her, through her vagina wall, she suddenly orgasmed uncontrollably, and that was even more humiliating still.
They kept her all night. At one point she fell asleep, and they kept fucking her. She woke up again to the sensation of orgasming from being raped. Every boy there – and there were at least a dozen of them – ejaculated at least three times: once for her pussy, once in her mouth, and once all over her pretty face to show her what a whore she was.
When they were done, and the sun was dawning, David dumped a pile of notes in front of her. She gaped. It was thousands of dollars.
“What is this?” she said, and then, quickly, before they could slap her, “Moooo.”
“Money,” he told her. “We did a collection. You’re not a whore unless you get paid, and you’re definitely a whore. We’re willing to do you a deal, see.”
“Mooo?” she said, suspiciously.
“This is what you need to do for us to not share the videos we made. This is what you need so that people don’t see you mooing like a slut, and see that your baby is a gangbang rape baby and you have no idea who the father is.”
He looked at her, waiting to see the horror and shame in her eyes. “You’re going to use this money to go get fake plastic tits,” he told her. “So we can be sure that no one will ever be tricked into thinking you have inner beauty, rather than just enjoying your silicone udders.”
“Moooo…” she moaned, horrified.
“And I know you’re going to want to marry a boy, so that your child isn’t born out of wedlock,” said David. “And we’ll let you, without exposing you, but only if you find the right man.”
She had a sudden bloom of hope. Maybe a man would still love her, and be her husband, despite all this…
“All you have to do,” said David, “is to work at my uncle’s brothel as a prostitute. You can do it every night after school. You can offer blowjobs, titjobs and anal, but your cunt is off limits. You’ll get paid, so it will be a little something to tide you over when you’re a mummy. And if any man ever *rapes* you – fucks your cunt despite you saying no – well, it’s okay for you to marry him. He might be quite surprised when you respond to being raped by proposing, so I imagine you’ll have to be very convincing.”
“Moooooo…” she sobbed, bawling and crying. She couldn’t believe this was happening.
“And remember, this is all you,” said David. “You don’t have to keep the baby. We’re not making you. And you don’t have to marry anyone. If you decide to be a pregnant teen whore, that’s all on you and your values, and if you decided to marry a man who rapes you, that’s all about you as well.”
“Mooooooo…” she cried. Because she knew she would. She would do all those things. She would do them, and try to pretend she hadn’t orgasmed last night more times than she could count, and would try to pretend that her cunt wasn’t wet right now thinking about it.
“There’s a good little moo cow,” said David fondly, and ruffled her hair. And then he stuck his cock back in her mouth, because there was still an hour until class, and after all, what else was she good for?
(END)
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