The rise and fall of a boy called Rave part 19

Like mother like daughter.

I waited by the school gates, wasting time smoking, it was my second cigarette of the morning. I was smoking more and more, I was starting to think that I would have to quit, it wasn’t really the money it was costing me or the health risk it was the simple fact that I was becoming dependent. Dependency, any dependency, worried me, it was a weakness and I would not be weak. I would have to quit but for now I took a deep drag enjoying the sensation of the smoke and let it out through me nose. I really didn’t like waiting, I really didn’t like wasting my time, but I was still under orders to help Helen and she was enjoying the power trip. When this was over I was going to have to do something bad to Helen just to hold my reputation, not that I wouldn’t enjoy it.

I stop waiting as saw Alyssa walking towards the gate, I stubbed the cigarette out on the wall I was leaning on. She hadn’t shown up for school yesterday, I don’t really blame her after what had been done to her, but Helen had made me send Lexi around to ensure she understood that hiding was not an option and would be very bad of her health. I half expected police involvement but Alyssa had clearly learnt enough about the estate to know there would be no help there, she was ours. Her hips swayed in quite an attractive way as she walked towards me and I stepped out from the wall. Her eyes wide with fear but to her credit she kept walk forwards.

I took her in, really took her in, for the first time. I had never really paid attention to her before she was a posh, annoying outsider to be bully or ignored, of course it didn’t help her much that she dressed like a geek leaving pretty much everything to the imagination. But while Helen’s claim to her was supposed to hurt the girl it did make her in a very small way part of the gang, we had a claim on her and that meant we had to look after her, even if she didn’t know it her stock had risen. The other gangs wouldn’t go near her without our say and I was looking at her, she may have been the very bottom rung but she at least had a place now.

With the way she looked I doubted that Helen would hold on to her for long before someone of rank decided to take her for their own fun, I was sure that Bex would love to play with her. Her skin was pale, near white, but this morning there was an ugly redness on her cheeks and around her eyes of someone who has been crying a lot. Her face was more pretty than beautiful, child like cuteness not a woman’s sexuality, lightly covered in freckles, but I knew plenty of lads who would love to destroy a face like that by forcing their cock passed those pouting lips and down her throat. Long pale blond hair running down her back and the baby blue eyes helped add to her appeal. I tried to imagine what her body looked like underneath the baggy clothes, the vision of pale, toned legs and a firm peach of an arse bent over a table being abused flashed through my mind. I wondered how long it would be before I got to see her properly naked, I really wanted to know what her breasts look like.

She was shaking slightly as I closed with her, and she had every reason to be. The back had slap I gave her wasn’t hard, if it had been she would have gone down and not gotten up, but it still rocked her head back. I took a handful of her hair and dragged her after me too shocked to even scream. I pulled her around a corner, the only people that hung out round here where the pot heads and not one of them would be in this time in the morning. I pushed her up against the wall pressing her face into the brickwork.

“You were told to come in yesterday to be told the rules, why didn’t you come in?” I hissed into her ear.

“I just couldn’t… I am sorry… I am so sorry… Please don’t hurt me.” she cried. I couldn’t stop myself from laughing at that.

“You are going to have to learn that when you do something wrong you get punished, believe me it is better that I slap you around a bit than the Harpy punishes you” I ran my hand along her arse feeling her flinch as I applied pressure to the batted flesh as a reminder of what punishment could be. I backed off and let her step away from the wall.

“I have been told to tell you rule one here, you are no longer allowed to wear panties, ever, so take them off and give them to me” I said in an almost friendly fashion. She looked at me dumbly for I few seconds so I began to move forwards. Her eyes flashed a look of panic and she began moving very fast, the was a rustle of her long skirt as her carves became visible followed by a tantalising glimpse of the white skin of her toned thigh as she pulled down her panties and help the white cotton out for my. I took them from her quivering hands, I let a slow smile spread across my face as I lifted them to my nose and inhaled deeply. It was for show, more the scare her than because I liked it but at that moment there was no sent better and I felt so turned on. I would have do bad thing to her against that wall if we did have places to be.

“Follow me” I ordered. I did look to see if she did, she was hooked now and would do as I said, I walked across the yard slowly spinning her panties around my finger for all to see. The steady stream of arrivals though the gate had grown, I nodded to the few that I should show respect to, a number that got smaller and smaller as I rose in the ranks of my own gang, now the where maybe a handful of lads still at school from any gang who held a higher rank than me and most of those I acknowledged where young thugs that I knew where good in a scrap, it did no harm of them to think we had a bond and a code of our own.

Dee was guarding the bathroom door, I made a mental note to slip him a little more next pay day, that was another reason I was going to do something to Helen she acted as if my crew didn’t need ‘over time’. I pushed open the door and let Alyssa walk in front into the room. Helen stood in the middle of the tiled floor looking perfect as always, that is until you realised that the smile on her faces wasn’t one of warmth or happiness but pure sadistic pleasure, it was far nicer to know Helen before you knew Helen. Sam hung around as always, she wasn’t as nice to look at but at least I knew when she smiled at me it was vaguely in a nice way. Helen gave me a look that said what kept me but she knew better than to talk to me that way now. I threw Alyssa panties at her and she snatched them out of the air. She held them at arm’s length with a look of distain on her face.

“If I ever let you wear underwear again slut you are going to have to learn a new word, it is call thong” she sneered at Alyssa.

“I don’t know” said Sam “I have some like that, I know a few lads that like white cotton, makes them feel as if they are taking something innocent. But after what we did I don’t think you can pass yourself of as innocent anymore.” If Helen had said it I would have been sure she was having a go but it wasn’t like that with Sam. She said it as if the assault on Alyssa had been nothing more than a normal sexual encounter maybe to Sam there wasn’t a difference anymore. She walked over and kissed Alyssa gently on the lips like it was nothing, Alyssa’s whole body was shaking, Sam stroked her face tenderly making soothing noises in the back of her throat.

“Let’s get this over with” Helen said breaking up the moment “take of your skirt slut, Now!” Alyssa was too far gone to question the order she just started to unzip her skirt. It slipped from her hips billowing out around her legs as it fell into a crumpled heap at her feet. Her school shirt was just long enough to cover most of her arse but that lovely little curve as her arse met her thigh was clearly visible along with those great legs. The vivid browns and purples of the fresh brushing stripped the back of her thighs, a memento of the last time she was Helen’s play thing.

“Pull up your shirt and show me your cunt” Alyssa moved slowly to Helen’s barked orders. “No this simply won’t do” Helen stepped forwards and pinched hold of the thin covering of blonde hair around Alyssa’s slit pulling it painfully “Rule two, no slut of mine can walk around with fuzz like this, it has to go.” She pulled out a shaver and passed it to Sam “clean up this girl would you.”

I know this makes me sound strange but watching Sam gently manipulate the buzzing shaver around Alyssa’s delicate slit at the time I was more interested in the practical application of how a girl shaves herself than the deep sexual tension it provoked in the room.