WARNING! You must be 18 or over to read these stories of rape and non-consensual sex. This particular story features a character under the age of 18. If you do not like such stories, please stop reading. This story is fiction and any resemblance to real people, places or events is purely coincidental. If you do not understand the difference between reality and fantasy, read no more. Rape is a heinous crime and the penalty is many years in prison. The people who commit rape are despised everywhere. No one is being hurt, and this is pure fantasy.gangrape; oral; anal; non-con; minor; mild violence; bondage
The Rave Girl: Another Adventure with the Predators Club
An original story by Vile8r based on an idea by dman
“Probably lots of cunt at that rave tonight,” Val remarked to Clay, as they drove in their van down the street past the Hartwood Community Centre.
“We shoulda went to it,” Dwight, one of the teen boys sitting in the back of the van, said.
“Could have found us a nice hottie for the night,” Reid added.
“Nahhhh,” Clay said, with a dismissive wave of his hand. “I don’t do raves. If we keep driving around, we’ll be sure to find us a straggler or two.”
There was six boys in the van. Along with Clay, who was driving, and Val, sitting on the passenger side, there was Dwight, Reid, Ty, and Chad. The young men were all between the ages of 18 and 19, with the exception of Val, who was 20.
They attended the very prestigious Hartwood Academy, a private college for families of the rich and elite. The boys all came from extremely wealthy and influential families, with fathers that were judges, politicians, corporate tycoons and Wall Street investment bankers.
The Hartwood Academy sat on a parcel of land just on the outskirts of the small picturesque town of Hartwood. Originally built in the late 1800s, some of the people of the town were very proud of the school and its prestigious heritage. But many others were not. The spoiled, entitled rich kids who attended there, made life around the little tourist town miserable at times.
They were rude and obnoxious to the local residents, and in their free time, hung out in the town, acting like they owned the place. They believed their money made them above the law.
Clay and his friends were among some of the worst. They were fit and athletic, and their good looks made them very popular with the girls. But when it came to having fun with the girls, these boys didn’t like to take ‘no’ for an answer.
With their social standing and wealth, they felt no girl had the right to refuse their advances.
So they had formed their own secret group, The Predators Club. Their purpose: to pick up girls and basically, well, have their way with them. And tonight, that was exactly what they were doing. Clay and Val, the two leaders of the group, knew the annual Spring Rave would likely provide them with a “target-rich” environment.
They knew there would be a lot of girls from other towns attending. The Spring Rave often attracted up to five hundred people, filling the large Hartwood Community Centre.
The boys knew the real fun would begin when the rave ended at midnight. When dozens of young people would leave the community centre, and head out to one of the many after-parties.
Many of those parties were held out at nearby Timber Lake, a very popular summer resort area.
The Predators cruised around Hartwood for a while, making loops past the community centre, but not seeing too much to pique their interest. They left town for about an hour, driving out around the countryside, stopping at a popular party place called The Clearing. There wasn’t a lot happening there either.
They saw a couple cars parked in the trees, no doubt guys who had brought their girlfriends there to make out. But the Hartwood boys left them alone, and drove on.
Clay decided to head back into town. They drove down the street past the community centre, and that was when they saw her!
“Hey!” Val said, pointing out the young girl sitting on a bench outside the hall. “What do we have here?”
She looked to be around at least 14 or 15 years old. They couldn’t get a really good view of her, as it was getting dark outside. But they could see she was wearing a very short, very form-fitting dress with high heels.
The dress showed off a pair of slender legs and what looked to be a curvy, tight body.
“All I can say is, she’s definitely worth a second look,” Clay grinned, as he turned a corner to come back around the block.
“We got a good one?” Chad piped up, from the back of the van.
“Don’t know,” Val said. “But we’ll find out soon.”
It took him only a couple minutes to drive around the block and pull up along the curb, near the bench where the girl was sitting. They were happy to see she was still there. Val rolled down the passenger side window.
“Hey, honey! What’s up?”
The young girl looked up. They could see her better now, under the streetlights. Val and Clay’s cocks twitched in their pants, as they realized she was indeed a hottie.
“Are you talking to me?” she asked.
“Of course, I am, silly!” Val laughed. “I’m not talking to the streetlight. Come on over here.”
She stood up slowly and seemed a bit unsteady on her feet, indicating to the boys she had likely been drinking. But talk about a cutie! They could now see her standing up in her dress. Her pert breasts pushed into the stretchy fabric and looked so delightful on her slim body.
The dress was very short, the hem of it coming down to a few inches above her mid-thigh. It really helped to show off her long legs. It had straps on the shoulders and a low neckline that allowed them to see bit of cleavage.
She was probably about 5’ 5” in height, but her high heels made her appear taller. She had straight brunette hair that hung down just past her shoulders, and for some reason was wearing a baseball cap sideways on her head.
She cautiously approached the van. The boys were impressed at how the dress hugged her body so tightly, the material pressing into her curves, accentuating her figure. Her cute little bubble butt was causing the back of the dress to rise and fall from side to side as she walked.
“Why are you out here?” Val asked. “The rave’s inside!”
“Well, I, um, kinda got kicked out,” the girl said sheepishly.
She was close enough now for them to see how her hair framed an adorable teenage face. Clay’s cock grew harder as he gazed at her sparkling blue eyes. She had a pretty smile with cute dimples. He thought about how nice it would feel to have her soft, red lips wrapped around his stiff rod.
He liked the natural look of the young girl’s face, and hers was exceptionally smooth and clean. The small bit of makeup she wore helped to make her look even sexier.
“You got kicked out?” Clay said.
“Yeah….I got caught with booze and they kicked me out,” she sighed, wiping a tear away from her cheek. “And I lost my phone and now I can’t find my friends I came with. I don’t even know where I’m at.”
“You’re in a bit of a pickle, ain’t you?” Val smirked.
“Yeah, this whole rave sucks!” the girl said angrily. “The security guys were dicks. I didn’t even have that much to drink.”
She wobbled on her high heels and slurred her words. The boys knew she’d likely had way more to drink than she thought. And knowing that, they knew their job would be made a lot easier.
“What’s your name?” Clay asked.
“It’s, um, it’s….Morgan,” she answered, like she had to stop and think about it for a second or two.
“Well, tell you what, Morgan,” Clay said. “There’s gonna be a big party out at the lake after the rave gets out. That’s where we’re going. Why don’t you hop in the van and come with us? It’s gonna be a blast! Everyone’s gonna be there!”
“But…..my friends….they’ll be looking for me,” Morgan said, hesitantly, looking over her shoulder back towards the hall.
“Tell you what,” Val said, pulling out his phone. “You text your friends and tell them you’re going to the party with us. Tell them to come out to the party too and they can pick you up.”
“Okay……I guess, I can do that,” Morgan said, giving Val a weak smile.
He handed her his phone and within a few minutes, she had texted a message to her friends. In the meantime, Clay jumped out of the driver’s seat and Dwight took the wheel. Clay went into the back of the van and opened the side door.
Morgan finished her texting and passed the phone back to Val. Clay reached out the door and took Morgan by the hand.
“Come on, hop in the back,” he said.
As Morgan stepped up into the van, she had a look of surprise on her face. She didn’t realize there was more people riding in the back. Clay was sitting on one of the bench seats that ran along either side of the van. He patted the seat beside him.
“You can sit beside me, sweetie.”
Morgan settled herself down on the seat, her short dress sliding up and barely covering her crotch as she sat down. She quickly tugged at it, trying to pull it down on her thighs as far as she could, consciously aware of the leering stares the other boys were giving her.
“Ahhhh, don’t worry about those guys,” Clay said, with a grin. “They’re pretty harmless.”
“Yeah, we’re just a bunch of teddy bears,” Ty laughed.
Morgan gave a nervous giggle, but she was a little concerned to see that she had just climbed into a van full of boys who all appeared older than she was. Clay seemed like a pretty nice guy though. He had a nice voice and he was very good-looking.
She felt herself blushing a bit, looking at his handsome features. Curly blonde hair, boyish grin and fit body. Clay prided himself on looking good and knew it made it all that much easier to put on the charm with the cute girls. But no girls ever suspected such a sweet-looking guy to have the depraved mind that Clay possessed.
None of them knew of how much he loved to forcefully pound his cock into a tight cunt and how he loved to hurt girls as he fucked them. None of them, that is, until it was too late!
As Morgan was to find out very soon, as well.
To Be Continued
