Chapter 1
Jordan Richardson had been the envy of every class she'd been in practically since kindergarten. She was always the most beautiful, the most popular, the most fashionable and, of course, the richest.
She'd learned to exploit that beauty long before she hit puberty. When she did begin to develop, she found she could use and manipulate people in even more interesting ways, especially men. Of course, it helped that nature was so generous with her, turning her from a beautiful child, to a beautiful, and well-built young woman with hardly a twinge along the way.
She had luxuriously long, golden blonde hair that framed a child-like, wide-eyed, innocent little round face. Her eyes were big and blue and as deep as the ocean. Her nose was a tiny button, her mouth small, her lips full, her teeth perfect.
She was not tall, the only thing she could have wished for that nature hadn't granted her. Still, at five feet six she wasn't really short either. And the rest of her body was perfection. From the tips of her pretty little toes, up her long, smoothly tapered, perfectly contoured legs, along her hourglass body to her soft round shoulders, she was a walking wet dream.
Her backside was round and firm. In that way it was much like her full, firm breasts, which sat high atop her chest like two ivory melons. Some had accused her of plastic surgery, not believing that real breasts could be so utterly perfect in size and shape and firmness.
But they were real, especially her nipples, which, though small and pink got incredibly long and hard when she got aroused, and were so sensitive that, even if her boobs needed to be expanded, she would have refused to do it, lest she lessen the sensitivity of those pretty little pink buttons.
On the outside, at least, Jordan Richardson was perfect... Perfectly beautiful, perfectly lovely, perfect in every way.
But then again, there was the inside. Jordan Richardson, was an absolute bitch. She was selfish, shallow, haughty, snobbish, and could be very cruel.
She had broken a dozen hearts before she turned fourteen, and not all of them were male. Many girls, eager for friendship, had found themselves the victims of public ridicule and humiliation when Jordan revealed their most private confidences to her friends. And many girls had been sent running in tears from her caustic, sharp tongue.
Nobody who knew her was surprised that she took up Law in college. She seemed to have the perfect personality for a lawyer, after all.
Jordan never had a problem money couldn't solve. Not until her first year of college, that is, when she ran up against the school's mandatory rule that freshman stayed in a dorm. The idea of staying in some tiny room with the common masses was bad enough, but she would have to share with another girl, and that she simply could not tolerate.
She tried everything she could to get out of it, but nothing worked. She had to stay in the dorm, and she had to have a roommate.
To her disgust, the roommate forced upon her turned out to be Cheryl Connor, a plain faced, big breasted daughter of an Iowa farmer. The girl looked so... so utterly common, that Jordan could hardly stand to be in her presence.
She decided, however, in her typical fashion, to act nice to the buxom brunette. She fairly purred when she talked to the friendly young woman, and if Cheryl was impressed with her, and more than a little in awe of the sophisticated, self-assured blonde, well, who could blame her?
Jordan invited Cheryl out with her on several occasions, letting her associate with her own elite circle of wealthy friends and admirers. Of course, Cheryl was out of her league among them, and knew it. They were all just as nice to her as Jordan was, sympathizing so kindly with her about how fat her face was, and how ugly her skin was, and recommending plastic surgery to cut down the size of her far too heavy breasts.
No one failed to snigger and laugh when Cheryl revealed how ignorant she was, including Jordan of course. Soon Cheryl's self-confidence had been shot to pieces, and she was certain she must be the fattest, ugliest girl that had ever lived.
Jordan and her friends also tried to convince her she was stupid too, hoping to convince her to quit school, but Cheryl kept managing to pass all her tests and get higher marks than Jordan.
Still, they kept working on her, and soon Cheryl was so nervous and shy, so lacking in confidence, that she began to stutter sometimes when around people.
But she stayed on at school, in Jordan's room. She never seemed to suspect that Jordan and her friends were doing their level best to destroy her confidence in herself and get rid of her. She continued to trust Jordan and even thought of her as her best friend.
Jordan was furious, though of course she concealed it well. She already had plans for Cheryl's side of the room, and wanted the brunette out. Of course, Cheryl didn't really have half of the room, more like a quarter. Jordan had taken up far more than her fair share, bullying the other girl mercilessly.
Jordan's friends tried to introduce Cheryl to drugs in the hopes of wrecking her studies that way, but the girl wouldn't touch a thing, despite being ridiculed for her cowardice and lack of sophistication. Cheryl wanted nothing to do with drugs.
What she did want, what she craved, was acceptance, and, of course, a boyfriend. To help her in this Jordan invited her to a fraternity party one Saturday night. Jordan was a member of the most exclusive sorority on campus, but Cheryl, of course, was too simple and common to belong to any of them.
Jordan's friends were planning a big night for the girl, though she didn't know it. She had stars in her eyes when a tall, handsome Business student named Jarren spent time with her, complimenting her as her friends never had. And she certainly never noticed that anything might have been slipped into the drinks Jarren got for her.
When she felt fuzzy headed and a little dizzy, Jarren kindly helped her upstairs, where she could lie down.
"I just don't know what's wrong with me," Cheryl said, shaking her head weakly.
"Don't worry. I'm sure it'll pass," Jarren assured her, an arm around her to steady the weak-kneed girl.
He led her into a bedroom and sat down on the edge of a big double bed. He sat beside her, his arm around her as the brunette swayed slightly.
"Have I told you yet how beautiful you are, Cheryl?" he said. Cheryl blushed.
"You really are."
"I'm not," she gulped.
"Oh yes you are, and sexy too."
He laughed softly, then kissed her. She blushed even more. "Jarren," she protested again.
"Your skin is so soft," he said, sliding his hand over her neck and across her cheek. She sighed, her head falling to one side as her weakness increased.
"I... I feel... funny," she mumbled.
"You feel fine to me," he smiled, his hand sliding behind her head and pulling her face around towards him. Again he kissed her, his lips soft on hers, his tongue dipping lightly into her mouth. She moaned in confusion.
His hand slid down to cup her full round breast, his finger kneading gently through the thin material of her dress. She mumbled something, or tried to, but it was soft and inaudible. His tongue pushed deeper into her mouth as his hand squeezed her breasts.
His other hand deftly unclipped the strap behind her neck and the front of her dress slipped down, baring her large rounded breasts.
"You have such gorgeous breasts," he sighed, stroking her right titty with his hand, letting his fingers slide softly across the fullness of the meaty mammary.
Cheryl looked down and was surprised that her breasts were bared. She didn't remember how that had happened, and was uncertain what, if anything, to do about it. Jarren's hand felt good as it slid over her too hot skin, and her mind was dazed, unable to complete thoughts.
Jarren's fingers dug into the fleshy orbs, mashing and squeezing them as he lowered his lips and sucked on her left nipple. He gnawed on it, sucking a big chunk of tit flesh into his mouth as he sucked and tongued the brown nipple.
Cheryl moaned again, panting for breath, light-headed and confused. She knew she should be stopping him, but couldn't remember why, or how.
His hand slid down onto her knee, then stroked her leg, moving up the inside of her leg, up under her skirt, up the inside of her thigh to cup her pussy through her thin panties. He slid a finger into her panties and felt her hot flesh, searching for her joy button.
Again Cheryl moaned, confusion mounting within her as his finger began to slide up and down her pussy slit. He found her clitty and began to gently rub it, his finger moving in a circular pattern as he sucked her nipple.
Her body was getting all rubbery, and Jarren let her lie back on the bed, his tongue sliding over her big breasts as he stroked her clitty. Soon Cheryl was whimpering and gasping for breath as the heat mounted inside her body. Her ass began to grind into the bed and she humped up instinctively at his fingers.
He paused, getting to his feet beside the bed. Her dress was bunched around her waist. He gripped it and tugged it lower, forcing it under her ass, then jerking it, along with her panties, down her legs and off. He smiled as Cheryl blinked up at him, removing her shoes, then getting onto the bed again.
He pulled her further onto the bed, into the middle, then resumed his sucking of her breasts. His hands roamed her body with growing familiarity, squeezing, fondling, groping her wherever he desired. He parted her legs and slid a finger up into her tight vaginal sheath, letting out a whoop of pleasure when he found her cherry.
"She's a fuckin' cherry," he called out to his fraternity brothers, who had begun to file into the room.
"Won't be for long," one said.
"Look at the tits on that bitch, "another laughed.
"Real fuckin' udders, man," another guy sniggered.
They gathered around the bed, some sitting on the edge as Jarren jerked his pants down and drew out his thick, bulging fuck pole. Cheryl moaned in weak confusion, her head rolling slowly from side to side, eyes mere slits.
Then she let out a long, shuddering gasp as Jarren drove his cock into her. She whimpered, then gasped again as he rammed it through her cherry and on up into her belly.
"Give it to her, Jarren," someone called.
"Rip that cherry!"
He sighed in pleasure, burying his tool in the moaning girl's twat box. He settled atop her, mashing his lips onto hers to seal off her confused murmurings. His ass rose and fell with hard, quick movements as he thrust into her again and again.
Cheryl whimpered and grunted as her pussy was pumped by the thick, hot man meat. She didn't understand what was happening exactly, or why she felt both pleasure and pain. She heard the howls and yells and obscene comments from the other men in the room but they didn't quite register on her mind.
Jarren rode her wildly, jerking his pelvis from side to side to thrust into her from different directions. His thick pole rodded down into her with violent force, pounding into her as the others urged him on.
Hands darted in from the watchers, grabbing at her tits, squeezing them. The bed bounced below them, throwing them up and down and increasing the speed of his rutting movements. He jerked his face back and forth, sliding his tongue over her cheeks, her forehead, her throat, biting her, sucking on her flesh, kissing her. He bent and bit on her tit hard, making her cry out weakly.
The others laughed and shouted. Jarren rode into her harder, jerking his whole body up into her split crotch again and again, burying every last inch of cock-meat in her hot, sucking depths as he felt her quim squeezing down around it.
"Fuck her! Fuck her!" the others shouted.
Jarren gave a final flurry of wild savage thrusts, then groaned as his sperm shot down into her belly. He felt wad after wad blasting out of his cock tube and seeping down into her warm belly as his excitement began to fade.
He got off and another took his place. Mike Rollins, a big tackle on the football team. He knelt there at her crotch, chuckling, his eyes cruel as he watched the moaning girl's naked body wriggling and trembling.
His giant hands gripped her thighs and jerked them wide, then he took out his prick and jammed it into her slit. His hands slid around her hips and he began to fuck into her with hard, deep thrusts, jerking her body back against him to meet his driving prong.
In back of the crowd of fraternity brothers around the bed, several smaller figures moved. Jordan, and her friends Ashley and Taylor wiggled through to get a peek. They snickered and laughed as they saw the big breasted brunette being stabbed again and again by Mike's big prick.
Mike jerked her legs up and then pushed them back against her chest, crushing her in two as he leaned forward. His hands gripped her ankles and he jammed them back over her shoulders, pressing them against her ears as the watchers yelled in approval. The bed protested as his heavy weight began to rise up and down with enormous pressure.
His prong slicked back and forth inside Cheryl's pussy tunnel as his heavy weight smashed down on her upturned buttocks. She was bewildered and confused by the heavy pounding, the savage, furious beating her ass was taking. She didn't know why she was crushed together or what was going on, but her cunt burned as his pole pumped inside it.
She groaned and gurgled. Taylor imitated her and the other girls laughed and sneered.
Mike dumped his load inside her and got off. The next guy got aboard, and he began to fuck her. The girls left, returning to the party. A few hours later, just before leaving, they went back up to see what was going on.
Cheryl was still being fucked, though there were less guys in the room now. Much of the drug had worn off now, and she had, on regaining some control of her mind, tried to protest, to push the men away. They had ignored her, of course, and another guy dropped his load inside her.
They rolled her over, and she made no real struggle as they positioned her on all fours. It wasn't the first time that evening, not by far. Another guy got behind her and thrust his boner into her asshole. Again this wasn't the first time. She had already been sodomized more than a dozen times.
He fucked her ass while another guy knelt in front of her and gripped her hair, forcing his prick into her mouth. In a corner, a guy with a camera took pictures, being careful to get no one's face in them except Cheryl's.
Jordan smiled cruelly, then she and her girlfriends left.
"If this doesn't convince the stupid little cow to go home nothing will." She said to Taylor.
"We can paste up some of those pictures around the dorm," Taylor said.
"Send them to her mommy and daddy," Jordan sniggered. "Maybe they'll make her come home, cut off her money."
Behind them in the fraternity house, Cheryl continued to be fucked. Hour after hour the guys turned and twisted and positioned her body for their pumping cocks. Sperm shot into her asshole, her cunt and her mouth. They howled with laughter as they squeezed her big tits around their boners. They slapped and pinched her, pulling her hair and taunting her with cruel words.
Then, barely conscious, bruised and battered, she was carried down the street and thrown into a dumpster, where she lay moaning, naked body coated in sperm, too weak to move.
The next day when Jordan returned from classes she found all Cheryl's things missing. She laughed happily and called her friends to announce, very proudly, that the slut had gone home. They had a party, and in the middle of it Taylor showed up, waving an envelope over her head.
They all laughed as they went through the obscene pictures of Cheryl being gang banged.
"You know," Jordan said "These are really too good to be kept just to ourselves. They should be shared with the world.''
"What do you mean?" Taylor asked.
"I've still got her parents address. Why not send them to dear old dad?"
They laughed in delight, then put the pictures back in the envelope, addressed it, and found some stamps to put on it.
Jordan was still far from content in her room. It was after all, less than a quarter the size of her luxurious room at home. So she was glad when the mid-term break finally came and she could leave it and go home.
She got in her Porsche and headed down the highway, speeding, of course. She knew from experience that almost any cop that stopped her could be sweet talked into issuing just a warning.
Since she was driving at eighty, she was surprised when a motorcycle came up alongside her car. She looked over and saw a big, filthy looking guy leering at her. She sniffed and turned her head away. The guy passed her, then moved in front.
Another motorcycle came up beside her, driven by another scruffy looking guy in a leather jacket. He stuck his tongue out and wiggled it at her. She ignored him. Then he too pulled in front of her, riding alongside the first guy.
Another motorcycle pulled up beside her, and Jordan suddenly realized there were a lot of them there behind her, at least ten or so. They all had a sort of crest on their jackets too, and she realized they were a motorcycle gang.
She started to get worried then. They were on three sides of her and she couldn't turn away. When the two motorcycles in front slowed she began to get really worried. She honked her horn, but the guys alongside her jeered and laughed at her.
They slowed down even more, until they were hardly moving. Then they stopped altogether, halting their massive bikes right in front of her. She had no choice but to stop the car. She glared at the big, ape faced guy who sat on his bike beside her car.
"Just what do you think you're doing?" she demanded.
He leaned over and suddenly his hand shot forward and grabbed a thick chunk of her hair. She cried out in pain, grabbing at his hand as he pulled her towards him. He jerked her right out of the car and then grabbed her by the arm and pulled her right over his motorcycle so she was draped belly down across it.
He laughed, as did the others. Jordan screamed and kicked her feet wildly.
"Shut the fuck up, slut!" the guy said, slapping his hand down on her ass. She yelled in pain, only a thin, loose skirt and a G-string protecting her soft, sensitive flesh from his hard hand.
The motorcycles started forward again, and now Jordan held on for dear life, the pavement speeding by only a couple of feet from her face. Her short skirt was already hiked up by her position, but the wind blew it even further from her bare cheeks.
The motorcycle driver laughed and slid his hand between her thighs, squeezing her pussy mound through her thin G-string. She yelled, but could do nothing to oppose him as he stroked her bare buttocks, then gripped the G-string and tore it off.
He rubbed her pussy with the palm of his hand, chuckling and snickering.
"Nice pussy," he said "I hope it's ready for fun," he called down to her.
"Let me go! Let me go!" she screamed.
"Sure, baby, when we're all finished with you."
"Let me go now you stinking filthy bastard!"
"Watch your lip, slut." He slapped his hand down on her bare ass and she cried out in pain. His hand cracked down again, then again, then again, spanking her upturned ass cheeks as she yelled and cried out in pain and fury.
He drove slowly enough that one by one, the other bikers passed him. Each reached out a hand and grabbed her ass, squeezing or slapping it. They groped her pussy too, snickering and making obscene remarks. Jordan cringed in humiliation, but dared not take her hands off the bike for fear of falling over.
The motorcycles turned off the highway and went down a dirt road. Dirt and dust sprayed up around her face as the bike bounced and lurched along the road. The biker's hand continued to slap at her ass or finger her pussy, making free with her privates.
Finally the bikes stopped. The biker gripped her by the crotch and heaved, lifting her up and sending her flying upside down over the bike to land on her back beside it. She lay there stunned for a moment. Then he got off and reached down, grabbing her hair.
She cried out in pain again as he dragged her to her feet and flung her across a small clearing. Someone caught her, steadying her and she found herself in the midst of a dozen hairy, dirty bikers, all of them staring at her with lust in their eyes.
"You... You better leave me alone," she gulped, frightened.
"Get your clothes off, slut," one of them called
"I... I have money," she said
"We'll take it, after we fuck you," one of them laughed.
"If you let me go my father will pay you a lot of money," she cried.
"Get your dress off, whore," one of them said.
"Please, guys," she said, trying to act cool, "You don't want to touch me. Really, I can find you some other girls who'll be glad to..."
One of them came up to her and grabbed the front of her dress, ripping the whole thing open. She yelped, staggering forward. He tore the rest of the dress off her and shoved her back. She fell on her ass in the dirt, naked in the middle of the circle of leering bikers.
"Stand up," one of them said. He was the same one who'd grabbed her in the first place, and seemed to be the leader. He was big and broad shouldered, kind of dirty but good looking, and had shaggy blonde hair.
"Please," she whimpered, mortified and trying to cover her nudity with her hands. They formed a circle around her, leering and making crude remarks.
He grabbed her by the hair and dragged her to her feet again, ignoring her yell of pain He bent her over, holding her with one arm against the side of his body, then slapped her ass several times.. hard.
She yelled in pain, struggling wildly, but couldn't break free as his hand cracked down against her bare ass.
Then he jerked her upright again, holding her by the hair.
"Now, slut, you'd better remember what you are," he sneered. "Your a cunt, a piece of pussy meat. You do what you're told or else."
Tears trickled down her cheeks as she stood there, trying to cover herself with her hands and arms.
Take your hands away, whore," the leader snapped.
Frightened, and afraid of being hit again, the trembling woman pulled her arms back to her side, revealing her lush, naked flesh.
"Lookit that pussy," one of the bikers howled.
"Nice looking tits!"
"Bet she's a hot, tight fuck."
"Now, who do you want to fuck first?" the blonde guy asked nicely.
"Wha... what?" she whimpered.
"Pick the guy who's gonna fuck you first "
"I... I... I don't want to," she whined.
He swung his hand and slapped her face, throwing her backwards and knocking her right off her feet.
She lay in the dirt sobbing until he dragged her to her feet by the hair again.
"Now pick," he snapped.
She whimpered and sobbed even more, but when he raised his hand she pointed at one of the bikers.
"Okay. You want him to fuck you?"
"Ye... ye... yes," she whimpered.
"Crawl over there on your hands and knees and beg for it then."
"Wha... what?"
"You heard me. Get down on all fours. That's where a bitch slut like you belongs. Crawl over and beg him to fuck you."
"Plea... pleeeeeaasse," she wailed."
"Do what you're told whore," he snapped.
Sobbing heavily she lowered herself to her knees, then dropped forward onto her hands. She crawled slowly towards the guy she'd picked as everyone yelled and taunted her.
The blonde guy walked behind her, and suddenly put his boot against her ass and shoved hard. She was flung forward onto her face in the dirt, and sobbed even louder.
"Get moving, whore," he sneered.
She climbed to her hands and knees, shoulders and breasts stinging from where they'd scraped in the dirt. Again she started to crawl. Again the blonde put his boot against her ass and sent her sprawling forward in the dirt.
She picked herself up again, and again began to crawl. Again his foot sent her flying forward to lay on her belly in the dirt.
She picked herself up again, and this time managed to make it over to kneel in front of the guy.
She stopped in front of him, trembling and shaking and sobbing.
"Well, whore?" the blonde demanded.
"P... p... please... please fu... fu... fuck me?" she whispered.
"Louder, cunt pad," he sneered.
"Pleease fuck me," she sobbed.
"Turn around, slut," the guy grinned.
She shuffled around, presenting her ass to him.
"Spread your legs, slut."
She did so, sobbing more heavily as he dropped to his knees behind her. She heard the taunts and obscene comments from the circle of watching men as she waited for the one behind her to rape her.