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I don’t fucking know how it happened.

I don’t know how Craig Tucker got me pinned to the back of the school, less than twenty feet away from my boyfriend and Stan and Cartman, who are looking around wondering where I went. However, he did somehow, and he’s got his lips pressed to my ear and his hands around my wrists, pinning me against the wall. “I heard you fucked Tweek.”

Oh. Okay. This is what this is about? I can take this. Me and Craig are same height, same body type, and my advantage is that I can’t fucking die, but this asshole can. I loll my head back, resting the back of my bright orange parka on his shoulder and speaking through the bottom of the hood, my voice muffled as always. “I did. Sweet ass on that boy and he moans like a goddamn whore.”

Craig clenches his jaw and yanks my hood off, exposing my head to the elements. It’s really fucking cold and I glare at him, jerking my head to the side and biting him hard on the crux of the neck. He jerks away from me, making a noise of total disparagement and slamming my head against the brick wall of the school, leaving me dazed. My hands, which he let go of when I bit him, snap up to my now bloody forehead and I take a few stumbling steps to the side before keeling over into the snow, my blood dripping into the ice.

Craig wastes no time in grabbing me, starting to drag me backwards. I feel like it’s one of those fucking horror movies, my fingers clawing at the snow as he starts pulling me back towards the bleachers of the practice football field. I don’t want to scream because hell, if any of my three friends see this they’re never going to let me live it down, and I can suffer through being raped by Craig Tucker. I can’t suffer through the shit Cartman will put me through if I let them see me getting totally overpowered by Craig.

He gets me behind the bleachers and grabs my neck, tossing me onto my back like I’m a ragdoll or something. I try to do one of those ninja-ish moves, you know, the one where they just get right the fuck back up and break the assholes neck? Yeah. I failed, needless to say, and my face meets Craig’s fist before I even had a chance. I drop back down, pretty sure that Craig has snapped my nose or something, and put my hands over my face, looking up at him through the water in my eyes. I say water because it doesn’t sound as pussy as tears. “What the fuck is your problem?” God, now my voice is even more fucked up than it ever is with my hoodie on.

Craig rolls his eyes and nudges my stomach. “Roll over on your side, McCormick.”

“Fuck you, Craig.” I sound like I’m choking on fucking phlegm and it hurts… As much as I die my pain threshold is pretty much nil. It’s kind of sad, really.

“I’m going to; now roll on your side.”

I spare myself the trouble and roll onto my side as directed, moving my bloody hands and dripping all over the snow, leaving a lovely red puddle seeping into the snow. He gets down and grabs my pants, yanking the button open and unzipping them before pulling the denim off my body, leaving me exposed to the cold. I wriggle around and try to get away again before he does any real damage but leave it to fucking Craig Tucker to have a goddamn knife, which he promptly presses to my inner thigh. I go very, very still. Craig is not above cutting off my dick in some sort of bizarre ritual because if there is one person who hates me more than anything, it’s the man currently kneeling beside me.

He smirks and speaks, eyeing me. “You ever been fucked before?”

“I thought you liked this nice and boring, Craig.”

Craig shakes his head, fixated on his goddamn knife. “I do. Just not when a certain someone decides to slip my boyfriend roofies at a party and then takes him upstairs and totally fucks him while I’m sitting downstairs drinking, you know? I mean, I could have gone out of my way and raped your stupid dickhead boyfriend but I figured I’d leave the only innocent kid in South Park out of this because it isn’t his fucking fault, you know?” He’s been steadily digging the pocketknife into my skin and suddenly jerks it up, cutting the front of my boxers open abruptly.

A decidedly girly scream rips itself from my throat because holy shit that was way too close to my package. I claw into the snow with my hands and start yanking myself away when he grabs my thigh tightly and drags me back, hooking it over his shoulder and effectively spreading my legs before straddling my other leg, which is bleeding. He tears my boxers off the rest of the way and smacks my ass, making me glare at him and attempt, again, some bizarre ninja move. I don’t know what I’m attempting to do, but it’s like… something to do with his head and my leg, at least.

He retaliates by stabbing me in the stomach.

I double up and Craig rolls his eyes, ripping the knife out of my gut and undoing his own pants, pushing them down with little ado and pulling off his briefs. He smirks and shakes his head. “You didn’t answer my question. You ever been fucked up the ass before?”

I shake my head, looking up at him and sneering. “No, I haven’t, fucktard. Try me.”

Craig cocks an eyebrow and murmurs, “You’re seriously asking for it, you little slut.” He spits on his own hand and rubs it over his hard dick, straddling my thigh further up before pressing the tip of his cock to my entrance. He groans, barely getting the tip in. “Fuck, you’re fucking tight, you whore.”

“No shit, dickface! Rape me if you’re going to rape me; I don’t like sitting here waiting!”

He promptly flicks me off and slams in, leaving me to arch and roil around, my mouth shooting open in a silent scream as my ass is forced open. He doesn’t move, just buried to the hilt in my butt and taking his time. I finally choke out, “You fucking dickwad, what… what the fuck are you doing? I... Fuck, Craig!”

He shakes his head, just sitting there. “I’m letting you adjust,” he finally explains, eyeing me like I’m fucking stupid, which I am, but he doesn’t need to point it out. “Jeez, for the town whore, you don’t know shit about sex.”

“Because I figured you were raping me and not concerning yourself with how my fucking ass fared so just do it.”

Craig shrugs and pulls out nearly all the way, slim fingers digging into my thigh as he slams back in with a shitload of force and makes me cry out again. When I scream, he tears off his blue chullo hat and shoves it in my mouth, giving me a dirty look and brandishing the knife.

Despite the fact that I can’t really die, having to come back to life is totally inconvenient and Kyle always fucking worries. So I keep the hat in my mouth and let Craig slam into me a few more times until the burning goes away and it’s replaced by a dull throbbing pleasure, although it’s totally outweighed by the fact that he’s raping me. He continues moving, straddling my leg and groaning in the back of his throat, his dick pretty much throbbing in me.

He slams against me a couple more times and then pulls out, flipping me on my bleeding stomach and yanking his hat out of my mouth. Craig smacks my ass and commands, “Turn the fuck around, McCormick!”

I just kneel there, dazed; I’m losing blood fast and it’s making me kind of woozy. He grabs my hair and yanks me back roughly, forcing me eye level with his dick. I look up at him, unfocused, and he nods brusquely, gesturing with his knife. “Do it.”

I shudder and lick the tip; I’m too dizzy to come up with a witty response and can you really blame me at all? He pulls my hair roughly and I moan, taking the tip in my mouth and sucking, hollowing my cheeks; if I do say so myself, I’m fucking good at giving head. I slowly move deeper, putting a hand on the base of his cock and sucking slowly and deep, looking up at Craig for approval and hoping he doesn’t decide to kill me.

He’s got his eyes closed and god, he’s fucking gorgeous but he’s also a fucking rapist and I think this was a little bit of an overreaction. This is like… revenge rape and I don’t understand what the fuck he wants to rape me for. I just would have killed me by now. He runs a thumb through my hair and then pulls me closer, shoving me down on his cock to the point of me gagging. I rip back, dropping back on my hands and glaring at him. “Fuck, Craig, what’s your fucking problem?” I wipe my mouth and he kicks me straight in the chest, knocking me on my back.

He’s on me in a second, spreading my legs again and sliding on in like nobody’s business, starting to pound away. He’s got the knife to my stomach all of a sudden and I blink before a searing pain digs into my abs and I realize with horror he’s carving something into my stomach. He continues for a few moments and then finishes with an underline, smirking and apparently pleased with his ‘art’.

I tilt my head a little and read it upside down; he’s totally carved his name into my stomach. I should be angry but instead I’m just nauseous and I lay there, aching, as he keeps fucking me.

He continues moving inside me before starting to pump my cock, glaring at me because, well, I’m not the hardest diamond in the world at the moment, if you catch my drift. He slams in and out for a while more but I’m starting to black out and don’t pay much attention to what he’s doing. He palms my cock and pushes me over the edge; I arch off the ground listlessly as my seed shoots over my chest and stomach.

He cums seconds later and pulls out, pressing his knife to my neck and leaning down, whispering, “What did you learn here today, McCormick?”

I turn my head to the side and look at him. “I don’t fucking know. Pray tell me, Craig, what the fuck have you taught me today?”

Craig gives me this grin and then slits my throat before getting up and saying, “Watch who you fucking score with, bitch.” The last thing I see before my world goes black is him spitting on me, yanking up his pants, and striding off to grab Tweek, who just watched the whole thing go down.
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