Revenge of the nerds - May/June Community Contest

[LaLia]

Teaser:Britney screamed aloud as the first cock penetrated her hard and without mercy. The pain was sharp and deep. Her body tensed; her hands clawed helplessly against the iron door. The boy behind her let out an animalistic groan and immediately began to fuck her with hard, deep thrusts. Each thrust pressed her body even tighter against the cold door. Her cheek rubbed painfully against the metal.
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The author of this story has read and accepted the rules for posting stories. They guarantee that the following story depicts none of the themes listed in the Forbidden Content section of the rules.

The following story is a work of fiction meant for entertainment purposes only. It depicts nonconsensual sexual acts between adults. It is in no way meant to be understood as an endorsement of nonconsensual sex in real life. Any similarities of the characters in the story to real people are purely coincidental.
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Title: Revenge of the nerds
Author: LaLia
Chapter Tags: lackout, revenge, college
Content Warnings: ---
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A popular cheerleader girl is captured by college nerds and subjected to a gang rape as an act of revenge.

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Revenge of the nerds

Britney could barely contain her excitement. The college prom night had finally arrived—the last big evening, marking the start of graduation week. In just a few days, she would hold her diploma in her hands, get the official commencement ceremony behind her, and leave school forever. The thought made her feel both sad and excited at the same time.

She had always been a good student, popular and respected. As captain of the cheerleading squad, she held one of the most coveted positions in the entire school. The boys adored her; the girls either envied her or wanted to be her friend. She would especially miss the free afternoons spent with her girlfriends and the harmless flirting with the cool guys.

She had spent nearly two hours in the bathroom, standing in front of the mirror. Now, finally ready, she took one last critical look at herself. Her long blonde hair was pinned up in an elaborate, elegant hairstyle, interwoven with delicate braids. Her makeup was seductive but not overdone—smoky eyes that accentuated her blue gaze, paired with a subtle, sweet, and fresh fragrance that suited her perfectly.

The highlight was the dress: a deep blue, sinfully expensive evening gown that clung tightly to her athletic, cheerleader physique. The neckline was plunging, revealing a seductive décolletage, while the back remained almost entirely bare, showcasing her tanned skin. She turned slowly before the mirror and smiled with satisfaction.

At that very moment, the doorbell rang. Chris, her current boyfriend, had arrived.

The drive to the school building took only a few minutes. From a distance, they could already see the lights and hear the muffled thumping of the bass. Several beer trucks were parked in front of the large building, and the first students were already milling about on the forecourt, laughing and drinking. Britney stepped out and immediately greeted Sara and Hanna, her two best friends. The three of them threw themselves into each other’s arms, squealing with delight—just as they always did. They had been inseparable since middle school: the famous "Golden Trio" of the graduating class.

The evening began in a relaxed mood, growing wilder with every passing hour.

At first, the atmosphere was still relatively tame. People greeted one another, took photos, laughed over old stories, and downed their first cups of drinks. But as the night wore on, the large auditorium grew increasingly crowded. Hundreds of students poured in; the air grew warmer, and the noise level rose. The dance floor filled up rapidly, and soon dozens of couples and groups were moving to the rhythm of the music.

The alcohol flowed ever more freely. Beer, shots, homemade cocktails—no one was holding back anymore. The mood grew more exuberant, louder, and bolder. Girls danced provocatively, while guys grew bolder with their hands. Britney danced wildly with her friends, and then intimately with Chris, who kept pulling her close to him and kissing her.

Around midnight, the live band took the stage. Their first cover songs—ranging from current hits to timeless classics—ignited a frenzy of pure ecstasy. Several hundred teenagers sang, jumped, and partied as if there were no tomorrow. The scents of sweat, perfume, and alcohol—mingled with the raw energy of youth—combined to create an intoxicating atmosphere. Britney felt more alive than she had in a long time. She laughed, danced, drank, and savored every single moment of this final, grand evening.

Yet, as she danced to a particularly rousing song—eyes closed, arms raised high—she had no inkling that this night would end in a way she could never have possibly imagined. While Britney danced with her friends—laughing and uninhibited, admired by the entire school—six boys stood slightly apart, lingering in the shadows of the assembly hall. Andy, David, Ethan, Lance, Simon, and Trevor—scornfully dubbed "The Nerd 6" by the cool kids.

They were the perennial outsiders. The guys who sat in front of their computers all day long, ate alone during lunch break, and were regularly humiliated, shoved, and mocked by the baseball team. None of them had ever had a girlfriend. Instead, for years, they had been forced to silently endure being either ignored or openly ridiculed by Britney, Sara, Hanna, and the other popular girls.

But tonight, something was different. The more the alcohol flowed, the more their years-long bitter joke transformed into a serious, dangerous plan. They had been secretly preparing for this for weeks. Each of them kept a list of names—and at the very top, time and again, appeared the same three girls: Britney, Sara, and Hanna. Those three arrogant, stuck-up bitches would never forget this night.

Now, the six of them sat together in the old, forgotten storeroom in the school basement. Empty beer bottles lay scattered amidst dusty tables and stacked chairs. The air was stifling.

Simon, by far the best hacker among them, snapped his laptop shut and grinned coldly. "I’m in. The entire security system belongs to me. Cameras, alarms, door locks—everything. I’m ready."

The other five nodded slowly. In their eyes lay a mixture of nervousness, excitement, and years of pent-up, dark rage.

Andy and Trevor left the basement for the time being and blended back into the partying crowd. The music boomed loudly; lights flickered across the sweating bodies. Andy spotted his first target in the crowd.

"There he is," Andy murmured, subtly tilting his chin to the left.

Chris—Britney’s boyfriend—stood slightly apart from the dance floor, a beer in his hand, laughing and chatting with two buddies.

Andy and Trevor exchanged a brief glance. A curt, cold nod—their prearranged signal.

The plan was in motion.

While Britney continued dancing, unsuspecting—her blue dress swirling around her legs with every turn as she basked in the admiring gazes of the guys—Andy and Trevor made their move. Trevor unobtrusively pulled a small vial from his jacket pocket. A clear, odorless liquid sloshed inside.

They approached Chris from behind. Trevor smiled amiably, almost subserviently—exactly the way the nerds always did when speaking to the "cool kids."

"Hey Chris, got a light?" he asked innocently.

The moment Chris turned to face him, Andy stepped in close behind him. With a quick, practiced motion, Trevor tipped the contents of the vial into Chris’s half-full beer glass, which he had briefly set down on a high-top table.

Just a few minutes later, the drug began to take effect. Chris suddenly felt dizzy. He mumbled something about having "drunk too much" and staggered toward the restrooms. Andy and Trevor followed him unobtrusively.

No one noticed as they dragged the groggy Chris into one of the back stalls.

Upstairs in the auditorium, Britney still had no idea what was happening. She was just laughing at a joke Samantha had made when she suddenly felt her phone vibrate inside her handbag. An unknown number had sent her a message.

She opened the message—and froze for a moment.

It was a photo.

It showed Chris. Unconscious. Clad only in his shorts. Bound. With duct tape over his mouth.

Beneath it lay a single sentence: "Your boyfriend is going to bed early tonight. You’re next, cheerleader bitch."

Britney decided not to tell her friends. It was probably just another one of Chris’s stupid, macabre jokes. He and his buddies had pulled dumb stunts like this plenty of times before. She didn’t want to embarrass herself in front of Hanna and Sara by panicking over a photo. So, she gave them a quick smile, mumbled something about "looking for Chris," and slipped away unobtrusively toward the basement stairs.

Judging by the photo, he had to be somewhere down here. The deeper she descended into the basement, the quieter it became. The loud music from the auditorium reached her only as dull, distant thumping. The hallways were deserted. Her heels echoed unnaturally loudly against the old, tiled floor. Soon, she was completely alone.

What she didn’t know was that cameras were mounted all over the basement—cameras that Simon had long since hacked. Inside the old storeroom, the six nerds sat hunched over a laptop, monitoring her every move. As Britney ventured deeper down the hallway, they grinned triumphantly. Their plan was going even better than expected.

"Now the lights in the basement!" Simon hissed, pressing a button.

Instantly, all the lighting on the lower level went out. Absolute darkness engulfed Britney.

"What the..." she murmured in alarm, coming to a halt. The music could no longer be heard at all. "Power outage?"

She listened tensely into the gloom. Then she thought she heard footsteps—soft, creeping footsteps. Her pulse quickened.

"Hello?" she called softly into the darkness.

Her fingers fumbled nervously for her phone inside her small silver handbag. Just as she pulled it out, she felt a cool draft on the back of her neck.

Suddenly, a hand grazed roughly against her bottom. A second hand reached around from the front, cupped her breasts, and squeezed tight.

Britney flinched violently. "Hey! What do you think you're doing?!"

She spun around, finally managing to activate her phone. The bright screen light flared up—and for a split second, she saw them.

Six distorted faces staring out at her from the darkness. Faces she recognized... yet in that moment, couldn't immediately place.

She froze in terror.

Then she let out a piercing scream.

Hands grabbed at her brutally. Strong fingers clamped around her arms, tugged at her dress, and groped greedily at her body. Britney fought back with all her might. She thrashed wildly, kicked out at the shadows, tried to twist free from their grip, and screamed again at the top of her lungs for help.

Her heart pounded like crazy. A thousand thoughts raced through her mind all at once. Who were these guys? What did they want from her?

Once more, she tried desperately to hoist her phone up high—to get more light and identify the faces. But a hand brutally knocked it from her grasp. The device went clattering into the darkness and went out.

For a brief moment, Britney managed to break free. She stumbled backward, spun around, and ran blindly back in the direction she had come from.

"The door!" she thought in panic. That was her only chance.

But when she reached the heavy metal door and, with trembling hands, pressed down on the handle, it didn't budge an inch. The door was locked. Just two minutes ago, it had been open. Now she was trapped.

Behind her, she heard the footsteps of the figures approaching once again—this time slower, more confident, more predatory.

Britney backed away until her back pressed against the cold door. Her breathing came in ragged gasps. She felt the six dark silhouettes closing in around her. This time, their grip was even tighter. Fingers dug painfully into her upper arms, her waist, her hips.

A deep, hateful voice whispered right next to her ear:

"Finally, we have you all to ourselves, you cheerleader bitch."

Britney recognized the voice. She knew it. She had heard it hundreds of times before—in the school hallways, in class, somewhere else entirely. Yet in this darkness—distorted by hatred and fear—she simply couldn't place it.

Her body was brutally pinned against the heavy iron door. The boys' hands were no longer tentative; now they were firm, possessive, and purposeful. In the absolute blackness, she couldn't even see her own hand in front of her face. Strangers' hands slid greedily over her buttocks, kneaded her breasts through the thin fabric of her dress, and pressed between her legs. Fingers shoved roughly between her thighs, rubbing against her panties. Then she heard the tearing of fabric.

Strong hands held her unyielding against the cold steel door; her face was pressed hard against the cool metal. Other hands tugged brutally at her expensive blue dress. The delicate fabric ripped open with a harsh sound along her back and across her hips. At the same moment, fingers seized her thong, yanked it down, and left it dangling around her ankles.

"Oh God, no... please, don't!" Britney panted in panic. Her voice trembled. "Please... let me go..."

She received no answer.

Instead, she suddenly felt a hard, hot cock pressing between her legs from behind. The tip pushed roughly against her unprepared slit, rubbing up and down a few times—and then he thrust in brutally.

Britney screamed aloud as the first cock penetrated her hard and without mercy. The pain was sharp and deep. Her body tensed; her hands clawed helplessly against the iron door. The boy behind her let out an animalistic groan and immediately began to fuck her with hard, deep thrusts. Each thrust pressed her body even tighter against the cold door. Her cheek rubbed painfully against the metal.

She screamed again, as loud as she could—but the thick basement walls and the locked door swallowed every cry for help. No one upstairs in the celebrating auditorium would hear her.

The first one needed only a few brutal thrusts. After barely twenty seconds, he tensed up, pressed himself deep inside her, and came with a hoarse groan. Britney felt his hot semen spurting deep into her pussy in several pulses. She sobbed aloud.

No sooner had he withdrawn from her than the next one stepped up behind her. Britney immediately sensed that this one was somewhat thicker. Without pause, he pressed his cock against her now-wet, semen-filled opening and, with a single hard thrust, drove fully inside her.

"No... please..." she whimpered, but her voice broke.

Her knees went weak. Tears streamed down her cheeks, mixing with her smeared makeup. While the second one took her hard from behind, hands reached in from the side, grabbing her breasts and tearing her bra apart with a single violent yank. Her full breasts spilled out freely and were immediately kneaded and squeezed roughly.

The second guy fucked her even more brutally than the first. Longer, deeper thrusts that shook her entire body. He, too, didn’t take long. With a triumphant growl, he pressed himself deep inside her and unloaded his load within her as well—the second time in just a few minutes.

Britney stood trembling and sobbing, leaning against the door; semen was already running down the insides of her thighs. She could barely stand.

And she knew: This was only the beginning.

Britney’s whole body shook. Her expensive blue dress hung in tatters around her waist; the fabric covering her breasts was completely ripped away. The cold metal of the door pressed against her naked, sweat-slicked breasts, while the warm semen of the first two boys was already running down her trembling thighs in thick, heavy drops.

“Please… no more…” she whispered in a broken voice. Her cheek stuck to the steel door; tears and smeared mascara streamed down her once-perfect face.

But the only answer was a low, hateful laugh.

The third guy—it was Lance, the scrawny, pimply guy with the thick glasses whom she used to call “Lance the Loser”—grabbed her roughly by the hips and spun her around with surprising strength. Her back slammed against the door. In the faint glow of a cellphone held aloft by one of the others, she could finally make out their faces.

Six pairs of eyes stared at her. Filled with lust. Filled with years of pent-up hatred. "Watch us while we fuck you, you cheerleader slut," Lance hissed, forcing her thighs apart. He was smaller than the others, yet his cock was shockingly thick and short. Without warning, he thrust it into her already well-used, slick pussy. Britney gasped aloud. The thick shaft stretched her painfully as he immediately began hammering into her like a wild animal.

"Oh God... you're so tight... even after two loads," he groaned, staring directly into her tear-filled eyes. His hips slapped loudly against hers. With every thrust, her full breasts bounced. Simon reached in from the side and kneaded them roughly, twisting her nipples between his fingers until Britney whimpered in pain and humiliation.

Lance took his time. He savored every single thrust, as if determined to exact revenge for years of humiliation. "Remember how you and your slutty friends laughed at me in the cafeteria? When I got that milkshake dumped all over me?" He thrust especially hard. "This is my revenge."

Britney sobbed aloud as she felt her body—despite everything—begin to respond to the brutal stimulation. Her legs trembled harder. An unwelcome, traitorous tingling spread through her lower abdomen.

“No… please, no…” she whispered desperately, but her body no longer obeyed her. Lance noticed it and grinned triumphantly. He picked up the pace, ramming his thick cock into her faster and faster, until Britney came with a strangled cry—a forced, humiliating orgasm that sent tremors through her entire body.

That seemed to be the final straw for Lance. With an animalistic grunt, he pressed himself deep inside her and shot his load into her already overflowing pussy.

No sooner was he finished than the others roughly dragged her to the floor. On the cold, dusty basement ground, Britney was forced onto all fours. Ethan knelt behind her and immediately thrust into her dripping opening, while Simon knelt in front of her and pressed his long, thin cock against her lips.

“Open your mouth, Princess,” he commanded coldly. When she hesitated, Trevor grabbed her elegant updo and brutally yanked her head back.

Sobbing, Britney parted her lips. Simon shoved his cock deep into her warm mouth and began to fuck her throat without mercy. At the same time, Ethan hammered into her pussy from behind. The two found a brutal rhythm—front and back, simultaneously.

The remaining boys stood around them, filming with their phones, snapping photos, and muttering insults at her.

“High-and-mighty Britney… now just a cheap fuck-hole for nerds.”

“Look at her. Crying and drooling but still coming.”

Britney could barely think anymore. Her body was battered and shaken; her makeup was completely ruined, and semen dripped from the corners of her mouth and from her overflowing pussy. One after another, they used her—sometimes in her mouth, sometimes in her tight cunt; at other times, they hoisted her up and fucked her standing against the wall.

When Trevor finally took his turn as the last one and pumped his cum deep inside her, Britney collapsed, utterly exhausted. Her body was covered in red marks, and her dress was nothing more than a tattered blue rag clinging to her hips.

The six boys stood around her, breathing heavily. Andy crouched down, reached into her ruined hair, and lifted her head so that she was forced to look at him.

“The night has only just begun, Britney,” he whispered with a smile. “They’re still partying upstairs. And you… you belong to us now. All night long.”

[Grimnir]

Clearly today's lesson is this. Ye reap as ye have sown. I look foreward to the next part of the story.

[Shocker]

Visceral and evocative, all the hallmarks of a great LaLia story, glad to have you and your creative mind back. This is going to be a very exciting contest.

[RapeU]

Excellent work as always. I especially liked how the story showed the nerds planning and preparing rather than simply acting on impulse. It made them feel more threatening and gave the story a sense of momentum. This will be a fun contest to watch.

[Interception]

Somehow you always know what to expect when reading your stories. I like your style and here too you take your time to get started, while the actual act isn't that long, but still gives you scope. The ending is also pleasing because you can continue the story in your mind.

This contest could be really exciting because I see 2-3 really strong stories. This one is definitely one of the favorites

[sinfulwords]

wow! I think this is the first story of yours I’ve read on Ravishment and on my mama what a great first impression!

This was an excellent piece from the writing (which was A+) to the story structure, this was such an enjoyable read

I LOVED how u began with the cheerleader getting ready for prom, all the joy and excitement, it made for such a happy vibe….which made the introduction of our villains (anti-hero’s maybe?)SOOO effing gooood it was like switching off a light! The story just went dark in a snap….and I was all for it!!

The ravishment was sooo fun to read too!The pent up rage of the nerds was absolute perfection! Ugh! I’m so stoked on the rape scene! The group of them were just so aggressive and apathetic! the depraved satisfaction was all so visceral wonderful writing there!

This line in particular was really did it for me:

High-and-mighty Britney… now just a cheap fuck-hole for nerds

Suuuper hot dialogue and super DUPER hot story! A gazillion kudos! I loved every minute of it!