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This is about a 14 year old girl who gets black mailed into doing embarrassing things in school.
Twitching in my seat, I raised my hand.
“Mrs. Gaddi? Can I go to the bathroom?”
“Sure Miles.”
Thank god! I stuck my hand in the pocket and got up to leave. This should have happened last period but Mr. Hugh didn’t let me go. The stupid bastard thought algebra was held higher than my natural calls, And natures call today was from Jessy. She leaned over in front of me and, since she was wearing that short pretty skirt, I saw right up them.
I moved down the hall and into the janitors “office”. All that was ever there were boxes. The janitor left after lunch. This made it a perfect spot for my afternoon masturbation exercise.
Moving to the back of the room was hard because I kept tripping on boxes. I knew it was worth it though, I really needed to beat off today. I think I bombed the History quiz.
Finally, I had arrived. My dick was growing and it actually hurt to have my pants on. I sat down and began to remember the sight of Jessy’s blue panties. They were just hanging there in front of me, and I think I saw some hair coming out of the sides.
It was going to be really easy to cum since I had been getting worked up about it for 45 minutes.
As I came close to reaching my peak, the door opened. My body lay still and my dick basically fell limp. Whoever was there closed the door slowly and turned the light on.
I peeked over the edge of the box to see Clare, a goody-two-shoes, standing before me with a needle. It took me a moment to realize. She was on heroin! I couldn’t believe it! The girl who passed all exams and turned in every homework was on drugs!
My friends needed to hear this, but there was no way they would believe me without proof. I pulled out my phone and took some pictures.
I thought of how she must do heroine to take the stress away or something, and wondered if my grade would start to rise if I took on drugs. They were illegal though, and having them would get you kicked out of our school.
Thinking kept me out of the moment and caused me to forget I was trying to be quiet. My foot kicked a box and Clare’s head swung around to face me. I had pulled my pants back up, but she hadn’t put her needle away.
Our eyes met, both wide in fear.
“What are you doing here?” she asked demandingly.
“I was um… here to…” I stuttered out. Then I remembered that she had seen nothing. I could tell her anything I wanted and she couldn’t prove otherwise. “Get some supply’s for Mrs. Gaddi, you?”
Her eye’s darted from side to side trying to think of something as she stuttered out the beginnings of sentences. I stared at her and saw her chest heaving up and down from fear, and then I noticed that she actually was pretty hot.
Her breasts were perky and she had long legs along with long hair which she had in a pony tail down her neck. I guess I had never noticed her because she seemed too innocent. Things had changed however and now I saw who she truly was.
Before I would have felt bad about what I was about to do, but she was just a junkie to me now.
“I know you were shooting up, and I have pictures. They won’t go out as long as you do what I say”
“What do you want?” she said with a look of utter fear.
“Meet back here half way through second period tomorrow”
She left and so did I. When I got home, I dug through my sisters drawers and found her remote control vibrator. All this was starting to turn me on, so I beat off in my room after dinner.
The next morning I rushed to school, excited for a day that could only be described as horny. During first period my hard on was annoying but I wanted to save it for second period.
It finally came. I got to the closet early, hoping she would be there. When she did come, her face was pale white and her hands were shaking.
“Take your clothes off” I told her. She looked skeptical but then I flashed my phone, and she started stripping.
When her pants and shirt were off she looked at me. Gave her a look back that said she wasn’t finished. Clare’s face started to turn red and she looked as if she was going to cry, which made my boner harder than I had ever thought possible.
Once all the clothes were off, I looked at her. Clare’s breasts were a little smaller than I had expected, but still full enough to make me gape at the beauty. Her nipples were a light pink, which matched the bra and panties I saw in the corner. Her pussy had tufts of hair and she looked incredibly tight.
My dick couldn’t take it anymore, so I pulled it out and told her to get down on her knees. She did and I popped my manhood inside it. My first blow job was as good as they said it would be. Her tongue lay on the bottom of my dick.
I took her head and started moving it back and forth along my shaft. Her mouth was warm and made my dick feel like it was in heaven. It didn’t long for me to cum, and I made sure that when I did it was in the back of Clare’s mouth.
Her eyes went wide and tears streamed down her face. She tried to pull her head away, but I kept it on and told her to swallow all of the goo.
Clare burst out crying when I had let her go. She reached for her clothes but I kicked them away. Clare’s cries turned into whimpers, so I pulled her close to me and spanked her, getting another boner listening to her yelps of pain.
“Stop it! Please! Stop it! It hurts!” she cried.
I slapped her ass one more time as hard as I could and she screamed with pain. I flipped her over and looked at her cunt. I took the dildo out of my pocket and jammed it in her pussy.
She didn’t even scream, but was paralyzed from what I had done. I looked at her face and saw the tears splashing on to the floor. Clare started to moan and yelp when I pressed the remote control. The vibrator shook in her pussy.
“Now you can put clothes on” I told her.
She reached over for the clothes she was wearing that morning, but I picked them up and threw them across the room. She was going to wear what I wanted her to wear. I dropped a loose tank top, a very short black skirt, and some see through panties.
“There are some new rules you’ll learn. First, you wear what I want you to wear. Second I touch you were ever I want and whenever I want. Understood?” I said. She nodded
“Good, get dressed”
She put on the clothes and stood up. Looking at her you could see lots of cleavage and even the slightest gust of wind would blow up the skirt and you could see everything. I had told her to keep the vibrator in.
We left and went back to class, but next class we had together.
In the hall I could see heads turning to get a better look of Clare as she walked. Her boobs bounced up and down and threatened to come out of the tank top. She started talking with her friends and I pressed the vibrator. Her legs started to shake and you could hear a low moan coming from her direction. I could see Clare’s friends were confused.
“I’m fine” she said.
I turned the dial up and she fell to her knees. All of those behind her could look at her see through panties now, and whoever did would see a wetness beginning to form around her pussy. You could see a drop of her juice hit the floor.
She regained her composure when I turned the dial down. This day was going to be fun.
During the next class we had together I fooled around with the control, turning it from medium to small. She squirmed in her chair and I could hear stifled moans. The teacher asked her a question and I turned the vibration up all the way. Everyone was looking at Clare as she opened her mouth and let out a high pitched sound, which she quickly turned into an “I don’t know”.
“Can I go to the bathroom?” she got out.
“Sure Clare” out teacher said.
“Oh, and can I get a drink?” I asked.
“Of course Miles”
We both got up and there were streams of cunt juice running down her leg. As soon as we got outside the class room I slapped her ass.
“Stop it please! It’s embarrassing!”
“Shut up!” I replied, enjoying the power.
“But…”
“Be quiet and come with me!”
We went to the boys bathroom and entered a stall. I pushed her leg up and took off the panties. She was wet alright. I could smell her juices.
“Do you want another blow job?” she asked innocently.
“No”
I pulled out my dick and plunged it into her cunt. The vibrator had made it warm. She started to moan and scream at the same time. I covered her mouth with my hand and kept fucking, watching her tits bounce up and down.
My dick was hard as ever now and let out a stream of cum into her pussy. Her eye’s widened again. Just cause I had finished didn’t mean she had.
I pulled my dick and stuck the vibrator back in. Then I pushed Clare against the back of the toilet seat and took some pictures of her with a dildo up her cunt. More black mail.
“Stop it!” she commanded.
I looked at her confused and then laughed.
“You don’t tell me what to do bitch! You just lost your pantie privileges”
I reached down and took off her panties.
“Oh god!” She said.
I pushed her out of the stall and we went back to class. She put back on her poker face and sat down at her desk.
“The whole class has partnered up to talk about globalization after world war ll so you guys are going to be partners” The teacher told us.
I pulled my desk next to Clare’s and put my hand on her leg. She tried to pull away but I kept my hand bolted to her thigh.
“I hope you did the homework, because I wouldn’t want you to have another slip up like before”
She looked at me in a scared and desperate way. Corrupting Clare was going to be so much fun.
“Now which group can tell me what the biggest difference was after World War ll?” the teacher asked the class.
“We can” I answered in a chipper tone.
“Well then come write it up on the bored please”
I pushed Clare out of her chair, signaling that I wanted her to go up. She did and picked up the marker. As she began to write, I turned the vibrator up all the way up. Clare faltered for a minute, and then she grabbed the desk next to her and started shaking her leg.
“Everything okay Clare?” the teacher asked confused.
“Yes, sorry” Clare got out.
I turned the vibrator down. She looked for the marker, but she had dropped it on the ground during her struggle to remain composed. Clare’s face turned bright red because she knew she had to bend over to get the marker.
Squatting down she grabbed the marker, but at that moment, the vibrator went to full power again, and she fell forward. Almost all of her butt was seen by the class. I saw people’s eyes widen when looking at her beautiful ass. Each cheek was smooth and rounded. Between the cheeks they could see a wet cunt convulsing from a vibrator.
Clare shot up right and finished her sentence on the board. Then she came and sat back down. I could see tears falling down her cheeks and juice falling from her pussy. It was so pungent I could smell it from 5 feet away.
The bell rang and we left the class. I dragged her into a corner.
“Please stop! This is terrible!” Clare begged.
“Not yet!” I snapped. “I have another outfit for you”
I gave her an even smaller tank top. We went to the bathroom to try it on. The bottom came just above her nipples.
“Everyone’s going to think I’m a slut!” she cried.
“I don’t care, now let’s go to lunch”
The lunch room was full of kids. Most of them were sitting down but some were waiting in line for food. I wasn’t really sure what my next step in humiliating her was going to be, when an opportunity came along.
“H-Hi Clare” Ian said.
Ian was a boy in our school who was incredibly nervous. Everyone knew he had a huge crush on Claire, which no one understood because, at least before what happened in class, everyone thought she was a waste of time and would never put out.
“Hi Ian” Clare answered.
“What w-w-was the home work for s-science again? I-I forgot.”
“I think it was pages 17 to… aaagggh!”
I had bumped her forward, and since her top was so small, those beautiful boobs of hers popped out for the world to see. Ian was transfixed.
“Oh my God!” she yelped.
Clare turned around and shoved her tits back into the shirt. Her face was bright red.
“You want to touch them?” I asked Ian.
“Ya” he answered
“Well, Clare, take em’ out and let him touch them”
She covered her chest. I pulled her hands away and pulled her top down. Ian grabbed them in his hands.
“Let’s move some place more private” I suggested.
We ended up heading into the same janitors closet as before. When the door was closed I told Clare to take off everything. She didn’t do it, so I pulled out my phone and began to send the pictures. She started to strip.
Clare had strong legs. Runners legs. Ian noticed them too.
“Well go ahead” I said “Fuck her”
Clare’s eyes widened. Ian stepped forward and took his pants off.
“Spread your legs bitch!” I demanded.
She did what I said and Ian shoved his prick up her. Clare started to scream as he fucked her. Her body was writhing in what seemed to be pain. I spanked her continuously until the red marks on her ass became like roses. Ian fucked her for 30 minutes. She screamed the entire time for us to stop, for us to let her go. When we finished Clare looked dead. Her resolve had been broken. I tried to get a rise out of her after that, but nothing worked. I tied her to a flag pole naked and she never cried of screamed. I called people over and let them fuck her. She never objected to what I did, just did what I asked. I don’t humiliate her anymore, it’s no fun. Whenever I want to fuck, though, I tell her to go to the janitors room.
22 comments

Anonymous readerReport

2014-01-18 05:05:58
i had thought this was going to be good. it was shit. and get an imagination. and herion to pass tests? r u sure. feel like u were wsnking writing this and just like it ending couldnt cum quick enough. piss poor

anonymous readerReport

2013-11-28 23:14:32
Hey people remember this is fiction, while it is fucked up that he wrote this it does not mean he should be killed for it. He probably just thought this up well reading someone else's story and wrote it.

anonymous readerReport

2013-10-29 23:28:33
who put somebody on a flagpole then rapes her? this is just crazy and sick. whoever wrote this should be the one getting raped

anonymous readerReport

2013-10-29 23:25:37
whoever wrote this needs to be but in the electric chair. This stuff sucks more than a piece of shit!

anonymous readerReport

2013-08-14 09:47:32
Oh and the guy who needs a psychologist is the guy who wrote this shit

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