The gentle smile on Hugh was suspicious, but at least the blackout halted the overheated crowd. Moments later, a flashlight beam appeared on the stairs leading up from the second floor. A matron climbed up, carrying an electric lantern in one hand and a flashlight in the other. With a curt expression, she called out sharply to the whispering boys:“Quiet, please!”Their murmurs died down. When calm returned, she announced, “It’s a power outage. Please watch your step and stay where you are. I’ll escort five of you down the stairs at a time. Those remaining… let me repeat: please stay in place, and, from the front, five students come down slowly. Thank you. I’ll leave the lantern here—please wait a moment.”She led five boys down the stairs. The lantern was passed back and set in the middle of the group, leaving the stairwell in darkness. The boys stood or sat on the floor, whispering among themselves, still unsettled by the gloom.This was my chance. I shook Hugh’s arm off my shoulder. He lunged to grab me but only brushed my sleeve. Someone grumbled behind me, “What? Who was that?”“Hey, Hugh? Is that you? What’s up?”Hugh replied casually, “Nothing—standing was uncomfortable. Come on, sit.”Hugh was effectively detained by the others. Relief surged—I could slip away. I wove through the crowd toward the far edge. With the lantern now centered, the stairwell grew darker. As soon as I cleared the circle, I slipped off my shoes and, on tiptoe, crept up the stairs into the darkness.My body was stiff with tension, but desperation drove my feet upward. I nearly stumbled when I reached the third floor—several boys were there. They weren’t from the dining hall crowd but residents of these rooms; they were busy searching for the lantern and didn’t notice me. I left them and pressed on to the fourth floor.The fourth floor lay in complete silence. Cautiously, I edged down the left corridor. I grasped a doorknob and turned it gently. The door was unlocked.Someone was inside.What should I do? What next?“What are you looking for, Raymond?”A dry voice spoke from the darkness behind me—ominous in my ear. Before I could turn, a hand yanked me by the back of the head and drove me face-first into the door. It was George’s voice. A cut from Jérôme’s crop reopened against the wood, but there was no time to hesitate! I had to fight back—or flee! This was their territory, a perfectly laid trap. Hugh’s idle comment had led me straight into it…With my head slammed against the door, I swung my legs backward in a desperate kick. Something brushed against my foot. I lifted my leg again and found George hooking it, knocking me to the floor. I flipped over and swung a punch into the darkness—only to be met by a boot smashing into my exposed side. My breath caught in my throat, but I forced myself up and grabbed at the next boot that swung at me. I clutched his calf and yanked, toppling him backward. I scrambled up his body.“Heh, heh, you bastard…” I panted, swinging a fist at George’s face—but it missed. Another boot struck my unprotected abdomen. I fell off him, writhing on the floor, feeling my insides lurch—but I rose again. If I hesitated, I’d be caught again. And then… they would…Hands groped in the darkness, binding my limbs. A cloth was shoved into my mouth. I heard the door opening, then felt myself lifted off the floor. The air shifted. The door slammed behind me—I was trapped in a room. I writhed and thrashed, my head jerking and limbs twisting, knees buckling as I tried to pull free—but to no avail.I was utterly powerless. They forced me face-down, began tearing off my clothes. My heart pounded: they were going to rape me. They didn’t speak; everything happened in silence. Only I made muffled noises around the gag. Their meticulous trap left no opening, no escape. The silence pressed on me like a sentence. Fear began to poison my mind.Just last night in the library, I lost my senses—that terror returned, threatening to overwhelm me. No matter how I resisted, it was useless. Like struggling in Kelly Bog’s murky depths, their grip on my limbs dragged me downward, leaving me helpless.My uniform’s tie was loosened, shirt buttons torn away. My bare chest hit the carpet. Pants unbuckled and zipper lowered—pants, socks, then underwear were stripped away. In the darkness, naked and bound, I knew only that unseen hands held me.“Did you bring it?”George’s voice.“Yeah. Should we turn on the lantern? Or finish…”Simon’s voice trailed off. What were they talking about—what had they brought? My panic mounted.“Finish it, finish it! I like finishing! It’s better that way!”Jerome’s excited voice.Their intent had been exactly that: to sow confusion and catch me unawares. Jerome was here too—my enemy, the one they’d threatened to kill.Was it all a trap? A ruse to make me believe they were divided? Or simply a net to confuse me? If that was their plan, it had succeeded.I was lost in confusion. Everything happening to me was a lie, a trap that sank its teeth at every step. Why this cruelty? What did they gain?“What should we do? Flip him over or leave him prone? Prone is easier to insert…”George asked. Simon answered:“Leave him prone. I’ll do it— you all hold him tight.”Simon? Was Simon going to rape me? But if not unconscious…Hands seized my ankles again. I gasped as my calves were gripped. Ah—again. They were going to rape me again. I made no attempt to spit out the gag. I stared at the dark ceiling, too exhausted to resist. My strength failed me—but then I felt something unexpected against my body.A soft cloth slid between my legs up over my thighs. It wasn’t until it wrapped snugly around my pelvis, the elastic snapping in place, that I realized: it was underwear. Odd, unfamiliar underwear—like women’s panties.The flash of insight struck like lightning, but took a moment to sink in. My breathing quickened. The gag felt stifling. The moment I understood their plan, adrenaline flooded back.I twisted wildly, tried to force my legs apart—but someone climbed onto my hips and held my knees tightly together.No—please, no! It felt like a smooth petticoat, passing over my ankles and calves up toward my thighs… No… stop…! I tried to scream, {N•o•v•e•l•i•g•h•t} but only muffled cries escaped. Tears ran down my cheeks.The skirt reached my thigh. Though slightly tight, it slid over my hips to my waist. My struggles were useless— they dressed me in Judy’s stolen skirt and panties. I felt the bra press against my bare chest. They pulled on a blouse. I was utterly helpless. Hands tied me tight and completed their work, then hoisted me into the air.“Turn on the lantern.”Simon’s voice.Light flooded in, blinding me. I blinked against it, shaking my head—but a hand clamped over my chin, fixing my gaze. Slowly, my eyes adjusted to the electric lantern. I hung in their arms. Jerome held my right ankle wide; George held my left. I realized they’d spread me before a mirror.I stared, stunned. Through the open blouse, a pink bra stretched across my flat chest—absurd and humiliating. Tears welled as I saw my reflection.Judy’s skirt, meant to cover her knees, hardly reached my thighs—my legs were so long. In my forced pose, it flipped backward, revealing lace-trimmed pink panties that left my genitals shocking exposed. I felt tears well up again but could only whimper through the gag.“How cute.”George murmured, staring at me.“Adorable, Raymond… pink suits you.”Jerome spoke cheerfully, “Are you crying, Raymond? Crying? Embarrassed?”“We need photos, for keepsake. Look this way.”Simon said.A camera clicked in the lantern’s glow. I hung limp, utterly defeated.When they dropped me before the mirror, the dorm door opened behind them.“Ah, already dressed? We said hurry up!”Hugh’s voice.“They said they couldn’t change her clothes, so I get to be first.”My vision blurred. When I tried to turn my head, Hugh clamped my jaw, forcing me to face the mirror. I watched as Hugh slid inside my panties, spreading me wide. He slipped his hand beneath my bra, pinching my nipple. I felt nothing but the obscene intrusion. His thrusts made me moan—but not from pleasure, only from pressure. My anus burned as he pushed deeper, the stretch painfully vivid.But I felt like it was not my body—just borrowing flesh for someone else’s gratification. Hugh seemed pleased. He rubbed my nipple through the blade of his fingertip.“Your nipple’s hard, Raymond. Your dick’s soft.”Hugh teased.“Nice chest, but you don’t know how to enjoy it. So cute. You’ll be fun to train.”“It’s not training—he just learns so slowly.”George murmured from beside Hugh. Hugh looked lovingly at George.“Don’t rush it, George. He doesn’t even know how to fuck back yet. Take your time.”Hugh kissed George tenderly, tongues entwining, even as he plunged into me. Through the mirror, I watched their sloppy kiss. They weren’t alone—Simon, seated at the bedside stool, gazed at them with a soft expression.Suddenly Simon caught my eye. He stared at me a moment, then nodded.“That’s right—Raymond still doesn’t understand.”He propped his elbow on his knee, chin in hand, watching me in the mirror.“Albert, Peter, Alex, James… right? I can barely remember.”“I remember them all.”George, fondling Hugh’s ear, murmured,“Albert. Peter. Daniel. Joseph. Christopher. Nicholas.”“Yeah, those guys.”Jerome replied nonchalantly,“The adorable pets of Hugh and George. Raymond, you’ll be the next pet for this sweet couple.”Jerome suddenly grinned and spoke kindly,“Hugh and George are an incorrigible sadist couple—they need a cute little pet.”“Ah…”I hung there, gagged and naked, tears streaming, trapped in that mirror’s gaze as they spoke.

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