J Watson: Kidnapped and raped schoolgirls

"I don't want you, mother fucker," the young man said. "I came for your girlfriend."

The young man reached down and grabbed Sherry by one arm. He was dragging her up off the bench and Jim jumped up to help. The young man moved very quickly. He caught Jim with a brutal punch in the stomach.

Sherry clawed the young man's face and broke free. Immediately she was confronted by another man. Jim was trying to regain his breath. The other man took a knife out and placed it at Jim's throat.

"Be still, cunt," he said. "Or your boyfriend gets his throat cut."

"Put your arms in back of you!" the young man said.

She put her arms behind her and her hands were roughly tied. She was pushed ahead of the young man and she began walking toward the back entrance to the senior court.

Sherry could not believe it was happening. Her hands were being roughly tied behind her, there was some sort of rope around her waist, and she was being led away like an animal. She looked around for Jim but she could not see him in the darkness.

"Don't worry about your boyfriend, sweetlips," a man's rough voice said. "We didn't hurt him bad. You'd better save your worry for yourself."

Sherry wasn't sure what he meant but she knew she wasn't going to like it. She heard someone crying as she was led through the dark parking lot. She kept wondering how this could be happening? There were teachers at the prom, and plenty of big boys. She couldn't be just kidnapped in front of all of them.

"In the back of the van, big tits," the man said. "Move your ass, bitch!"

A hand touched her ass and she was pushed up into the back of a crowded van. Another pair of rough hands grabbed her and she was forced down on her hands and knees. Her hands were loosened and then tied again. She realized her arms were being tied across some kind of board in the center of the van. Then the world went dark as the van doors closed. She heard crying near her and she called out softly but there was no answer.

"Please, who are you?" Sherry asked. "I'm Sherry. Is there anyone else here?"

"Sherry?" Ginger asked.

"Oh, is that you, Ginger?"

"Yeah. I'm here. So is Leslie Smith. We were all out in the garden. Leslie keeps crying."

Sherry wanted to cry herself. Poor Leslie Smith. She was a small, dark-headed girl who was from a rich family. She was the homecoming queen and one of the most popular girls in school. Sherry and Leslie had never been friends but now Sherry felt as sorry for her as she did for herself.

"Stop crying, Leslie," Sherry said. "It's not going to do any good."

"You didn't hear the awful things they said," Leslie said.

"I heard some pretty awful things," Sherry said. "We've just got to be brave. They can't get away with this."

"What are they going to do with us?" Leslie asked. "Are they going to ask for ransom or something?"

"I don't know," Sherry answered.

But Sherry had a feeling that she did know. She had seen the way that the youngster had looked at her. He had practically stripped her naked. It made her shudder to think that he had seen her hand on Jim's cock.

Sherry didn't like thinking about Jim's cock because it made her feel strange all over. She was almost glad that it had ended when it had because things might have really gotten out of hand.

"Do you think they're going to rape us or anything?" Leslie asked.

"There's no sense worrying about that until it happens," Ginger answered. Sherry wished she could see their faces. The sounds of their voices seemed even more frightening.

The van was moving, moving slowly as if the kidnappers had all the time in the world. Sherry kept wondering how they had gotten away with this. She realized that they had entered through the other entrance to the senior court and she knew they had blocked the entrance to the gym off while they had smuggled them out. The entire operation couldn't have taken more than a few minutes.

Only the boys would know what had happened to them. There wasn't much anybody could do. She knew that the police would have a hard time locating the van if it went into the wooded areas around town.

"I wonder where they are taking us," Leslie said.

"Stop being such a crybaby," Ginger said. "We'll find out when we get there."

Sherry started to say something to Ginger about the sharpness in her voice but then she realized that the young dark-haired girl was also frightened. It was her way of fighting back.

Sherry swallowed nervously. She didn't know how she was going to respond when the time came. She hoped she would be brave. She hoped they wouldn't do anything terrible to her. She had never been able to stand pain.

"I'm so scared," Leslie said.

"We're all scared," Ginger said.

The van gained speed and it seemed like a couple of hours before it pulled off the road and stopped. They hadn't talked in a while but they could all smell the fear in the back of the van.

The doors opened. Sherry could see a grinning face underneath an old hat. The man was bigger than some of the others and there was a younger boy standing behind him.

"Out of the van, bitch," he said.

He reached up and undid something and then he dragged Sherry from the back of the van. He fastened a silver chain around her neck and made sure that her hands were firmly tied behind her.

"All right, Bobby," he said. "This one is yours."

The young man named Bobby stepped up to her. She was watching with wide open eyes as he took the end of the chain and started tugging. She didn't move. She didn't want to leave her friends. She knew something terrible would happen to her if she left.

"What are you doing to do?" Sherry asked.

"We're just going to have a good time, baby," Bobby said. "Something I've been wanting to do since I first put my eyes on you. Did you and your boyfriend have a good time? Your tits were really hanging out."

Bobby was licking his lips and she knew that what he was thinking about was turning him on. He moved close to her and she backed away.

"Don't run away from me, bitch," he said.

She was aware that Leslie and Ginger were watching closely. They both gasped as Bobby stepped up and suddenly rammed his fist into Sherry's stomach. She gasped and bent over. Bobby slid both his hands into the front of her gown and lifted her titties out.

"Fucking beautiful," Bobby said.

Bobby's hands were cruel and strong. He twisted her titties and forced her down on her knees. She had never known such pain. It was so different from the gentle way Jim had been playing with her tits only moments before.

"Kiss my boots, bitch," Bobby said.

Sherry would have done anything to escape the pain. She was aware of her blond hair falling around her face as she started kissing the young man's boots. She felt sick with shame but she kept kissing his boots until he moved away.

"You learn fast, bitch," he said. "And I don't think you like pain very much. That's good. You won't fight too much!"

Bobby jerked her to her feet. He kissed her mouth hard and pushed his tongue between her lips. She wasn't going to fight him. She knew that fighting him would only get her hurt and she didn't like pain. She opened her mouth and his fat tongue slid inside her lips. He started moving it around inside her mouth and she fought the urge to bite it.

"You are really learning fast," Bobby said.

"Are you going to rape me?" she asked.

"Not tonight, baby," Bobby said. "We've got other plans for you tonight. But that doesn't mean I can't have a little fun with you. You don't mind a little fun, do you babe? You didn't mind a little fun with your boyfriend. You had his cum all over your fingers!"

She breathed a sigh of relief. Perhaps all he would want was for her to play with his cock a little. She could do that, at least she thought she could. Anything, so long as he didn't rape her.