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The students arrived at school on the Monday morning after the carnival to find television crews stationed outside. As Joanna walked past she heard the TV presenter recording her segment for the news programme.
"I stand now outside the school attended by all three of the girls that were attacked and raped over the weekend at the popular town carnival..."
Scarcely believing what she had heard, Joanna hurried up the steps into the school, where the whole place was buzzing with the news. So far the victims were officially anonymous but everyone had their own guess. However, the accepted set of guesses for the three victims contained at least twenty girls, all of whom attended the carnival. Everyone was after all the details they could find, the more sordid the better, and the rumour-mill was working full-time to keep up with demand. Random strangers, date-rapes, gang-rapes, lesbian rapes and lesbian gang-date-rapes by strangers were all put forward as possible scenarios.
By the end of the day, no-one knew any more hard facts than they had at the start of the day. There were three victims, all raped on Saturday night, supposedly separate incidents. Police were making enquiries around the school and the rest of the town as a whole, and were appealing for witnesses to come forward.
"The carnival thing was pretty terrible," Lisa said as she and Matt walked home from school together.
"Yeah," Matt agreed.
"It got me thinking, about what we did the other night and what we've been doing recently."
"You don't think of that as rape do you?" Matt asked, concerned.
"No, I don't. I wanted you to do it, or at least the most recent time I was generally ok for you do it. But I don't think I want to do things like that again."
"I would never do anything if you told me to stop," Matt said, still worried about what Lisa was thinking of him.
"No, I know you wouldn't. But it's just, it's made me not want to do it, ok?"
"Ok, I understand," Matt said, trying hard not to show his disappointment.
"It makes me sick," Joanna ranted to Oliver as they sat in her room. "Those evil guys - I hope they get caught and I hope they get punished! It could have been anyone, it could have been me even."
"It could have," Oliver agreed. In truth, he was not paying much attention; instead his thoughts had turned to Ruby. After their first session a week or two earlier, they had exchanged a few emails. Ruby had very sweetly apologised for refusing to give him a blow-job and had said that she would try to make sure it did not happen again. Oliver had made a point of assuring her that she did not need to feel like that. What he had not added was that he was actually very pleased by her attitude. He already had an ambitious plan for their second session, which had been arranged for next week when Ruby's parents would be out again. Oliver's philosophy was to try as much as he could as soon as he could. Ruby may decide to stop seeing him at any time so he wanted to make sure that he tried everything he wanted at least once, within the confines of Ruby's list.
"It puts me off sex a bit, to be honest," Joanna said as Oliver started listening to her again. Good job I have Ruby then, Oliver thought to himself and made a note to check that Ruby did not feel the same way as Joanna.
She watched a lot of porn with women being forced to give head. It never occurred to her that what she was watching resembled in any way the attacks at the carnival; for her they were two totally separate things. One was an horrific real-life attack, the other was play-acting between consenting adults. She abhorred the former but enjoyed the latter, and was looking forward to copying it with Oliver. She watched enough women being made to give head that the prospect was not as intimidating and began to seem totally normal.
She also spent time with a variety of vegetables, stolen from her mother's fridge. First she tried sliding a carrot (large end first) into her mouth, getting used to the feeling of keeping her mouth open around something phallic that she was not allowed to press her teeth into. After the carrot she tried a slim cucumber, which was more even in diameter, and got herself used to taking that in her mouth. After that felt okay, she experimented with thrusting the cucumber in and out, slowly and quickly, imagining that it was Oliver's dick.
This process turned out to be quite arousing, and she ended up lying on her bed, using one hand to thrust the cucumber in and out of her mouth, picturing it as Oliver's dick, while she played with her clitoris using her finger, thinking of it to be Oliver's tongue, while imagining that she was tied down during this fantasy 69.
For a few moments during her masturbation, Ruby wondered if she dared insert the cucumber into her vagina. Despite all that she had now done, that felt like a step too far, but not as far as it would have a few months earlier before she had becoming involved with Oliver. Maybe one day, she would let Oliver penetrate her cunt, but not just yet.
"Did you hear?" Leah said breathlessly as she sat down next to Paula. "Another girl has come forward to say she was attacked. That's four now, in the one weekend. Can you believe it?"
"Do we know who any of them are?" Paula asked. She had been quite troubled by the series of attacks - it was quite possible that the attacker (or attackers) came from their school, a prospect which worried Paula greatly.
"No, loads of rumours but still no-one really knows who the girls are. The police seem to think that it was four separate guys though!" Leah leaned forwards conspiratorially and added: "I also heard that two of the girls had been drinking."
"So they were too drunk to stop the guys?" Paula suggested.
"Maybe. Or maybe they were date-raped," Leah said. "Either way, it's all pretty scary stuff."
"Yeah," Paula replied, looking worried. She hoped that the guys who did it were caught soon.
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