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   This story is entirely fictional.  Any resemblence of the characters to
real people or real events is entirely accidental.  This story in no way
encourages the activities contained within.  Keep these fantasies confined
to imagination or between loving adults.

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   Karma Chameleon

   After moving to Chicago from Detroit with her family, Charlene had a
difficult time adjusting to the new surroundings.  With all her friends now
three hundred miles away she felt lost in the big city.  Her parents didn't
help her lonliness.  Her mother worked two full time jobs at a supermarket
and a call center, her father worked at a loading dock during the day and
as a security guard at night.  The only time she saw her parents was when
they were desperate for sleep.  If she ever complained they made sure to
let her know that they were working hard, "to guarantee her future." Doing
well in school was their only concern about her.

   Charlene never had an issue with school regarding grades, but the social
realm was trying.  She felt like an outsider.  The kids had more than she
did- their clothes were better, they had more toys, they owned make up and
accessories.  Charlene had none.  Even though Charlene was pretty and
didn't require the extra luxuries to make herself attractive, she still
lacked confidence around her peers.  Her patched jeans and homemade
sweaters made her shameful in the presence of Ralph Lauren, Tommy Hilfiger
and the Gap.

   Some girls in her class would single her out and chastise her for her
squalor.  During thee social reckoning of the lunch period, she had no
choice but to sit with the outcasts.  Their table was the first to be
passed by those that purchased lunch, as though the well-to-do kids had to
release the day's pent up insults upon the defenseless in order to build up
their appetite.  Charlene was frequently the victim of the priviledged
passers-by.

   One girl in particular, Angie (ironically short for Angelica), would
pass by Charlene's table and see her looking down to her meager brown bag
lunch.  Angie would slow as she passed with her friends and mutter rude
comments like, "Wow girls, doesn't it smell like dirty clothes," or "I
wonder how some girls can go weeks without a shower." She would then stop
and drop some change on the table beside Charlene.  The preppy girls would
go sit at their table and giggle as Charlene spent the remainder of the
lunch period holding back her tears and restraining her impulse to scoop up
the loose change.  The period would end and Charlene would walk briskly
back to her homeroom trying to avoid eye contact with anyone.

   Angie would attend cheerleader practice during the homeroom period.  She
and her friend would run to the locker room and change into uniform then
file out to the stage overlooking the gymnasium.  They would practice their
tumbling, jumps and lifts.  The teacher in charge of overseeing the girls
was often absent, sneeking a smoke with or a quickie in the parking lot
with the shop teacher.  From the stage the girls would oogle the sports
players that speckled the floor below.  Teams would group in corners of the
gym.  There were wrestlers, basketball players, pitchers and catchers
practicing, and track and field kids practicing.  After the half hour
period the Angie and the rest of the sixth graders would hit the showers
and the seventh graders would arrive and after that the eighth.

   Charlene had Angie in the following class.  Angie would always arrive
late but the teacher never gave her a disciplinary referral.  Instead she
would tease Angie who would quip back and the class would giggle and
continue where it left off and Angie would sit down, two seats behind
Charlene.  No other girls were able to get away with that behavior, even
the other cheerleaders.  Angie just exploited her popularity.

   One day Angie raised her hand and told the teacher that she would like
move to another row on the opposite side of the class.  When asked why
Angie said that the stench was unbearable and pointed in Charlene's
direction as the source of the smell.  Charlene was drawing in her notebook
not paying attention to Angie when she heard everybody laughing and looking
at her.  The teacher told the room to "settle down" and then told Angie she
could move.  Charlene knew she didn't smell.  Her clothes, while a little
worn, were always clean.  She showered daily, like any sensative girl of
twelve.  Angie was just being malicious and used her cruelty on Charlene to
enhance her own image.  Charlene hated how the teacher and the other
students thought Angie's malevolence was humorous.  Too many people equate
sadism with being cool.

   Charlene had enough of Angie going unpunished for her brutality.  She
had to bring Angie down to earth, and hopefully into hell.  Weeks past and
Charlene devised her plan and carefully checked and double checked the
factors that would be involved.  She figured the best time to strike was
while Angie was lazily getting changed after her cheerleading practice
during homeroom.  Charlene stole a small vile and filled it with ether from
the science closet.  The gym teachers had jump ropes, towels, duct tape and
permanent markers in their office.  Near the office door hung a ring of
keys.  There was a door that was locked seperating the men's locker room
from the girls.  Both locker rooms and the gym were empty for a half hour
between each grade's homeroom period if the cheerleader coach was outside
with the shop teacher.  Charlene's plan was full proof.

   While filing out of the lunch room to go to her homeroom, Charlene
noticed the cheerleader coach outside in the parking lot walking with the
shop teacher.  This was the signal for Charlene.  Halfway through homeroom
Charlene told her teacher that she felt queasy.  The teacher told her to
try and endure until her next period class.  Charlene planned for this
reaction and forced a grimace and wobbled her way to the waste basket and
forced herself to vomit.  She recently learned how to accomplish this after
being criticized as fat for months by Angie.  The teacher grew worried and
wrote a hall pass for Charlene to go to the nurse.

   Charlene quickly ran to the gymnasium.  The players and cheerleaders had
just filed into the locker room.  Charlene snuck into the office and
gathered her supplies.  She heard the cackle of girls run out of the locker
room and the first passing period bell rang.  Charlene took the keys, a
hand towel and the ether and walked into the locker room.  The room was
empty but she could hear the shower running in a stall.  She walked up and
peered through the curtain to see Angie lathering her hair.  With shaking
hands Charlene unplugged the vile of ether and poured the colorless liquid
onto the hand towel.  In a flash she burst through the curtain while
Angie's back was turned to her and smothered her face with the towel. 
Angie resisted for a moment but quickly went limp.  Charlene set her
slender frame on the tile and turned off the weak stream from the shower
head.

   Looking at Angie, Charlene noted her body.  Her skin was pale and her
boobs were small.  The suds from her blond shampooed hair were trailing
down her rosy cheeks.  Charlene noticed that she had a better body than
Angie since seeing her nude body.  Even Angie's hips were boyish and flat.
Charlene realized that this girl had nothing up on her besides her social
connections, and those are always weak at best.

   That still didn't mean that she was forgiven.  Charlene dragged her
unconscious body out of the shower and to the door at the end of the
corridor.  She unlocked it after several failed attempts and then pulled
Angie into the men's locker room.  She ran back to the office and grabbed a
couple more towels, jump ropes, duct tape and the marker.  She secured the
towels tightly around her hands and feet with duct tape, but they were
loose enough to avoid major bruising.  She took a rag and blind folded her
then used the rope to tie her arms to the pipes over the showers and her
legs to the piles descending to the floor.  Angie was now spread eagle and
rousing to life.  Charlene quickly taped a gag to her mouth and took out
the permanent marker.

   She wrote with her left hand to avoid being identified.  On Angie's back
she wrote "Fuck my cunt" and on her ass she wrote "but Cum in my ass". 
Angie was groaning and began to come to life, but Charlene was done.  She
walked down the corridor and wrote on all the fliers hanging from the wall,
"Free Pussy for Fucking" and drew and arrow towards the stall with Angie
all tied up.

   She hung the keys back on the hook in the office.  Wiping down the
marker and smashing the vile in the hand towel drenched with ether,
Charlene toseed out the only evidence that could implicate her.  Then she
ran to the nurse.

   At the office she was noted as being flushed, having a bit of a
temperature and her blood pressure was a bit high.  The nurse said that she
probably ate something to which she was allergic.  Charlene said she had
peanut butter and jelly every day.  The nurse told her that peanuts are a
common allergy and that Charlene probably had developed an allergy to it.
She was given a pass and sent back to her next class.  The teacher barely
noticed her enter the room.  Charlene skulked to her seat with her head in
it's typical location, the floor.  But this time she was trying to hide a
smile rather than tears.

   She couldn't witness Angie getting her punishment, but moments after
Charlene left Angie roused to full consciousness.  She was really confused,
and thought she was in the same stall that she showered in.  She struggled
but couldn't free herself and for the next ten minutes she cried herself
dry.

   The seventh graders filled the locker room after their lunch period. 
Angie was wide eyed and shocked when she heard the sound of male voices. 
At first nobody noticed the signs pointing toward her stall.  But after the
majority of players left the locker room a wrestler named Eric noticed a
subtle murmuring.  Another joked about the signs.  Eric walked to follow
them and found Angie.  He ran back to the others and said, "Guys you have
to come see this, you'll flip."

   A group of six walked back to the stall.  They all laughed or gasped at
the sight of Angie's naked body.

   "Dude, you think we should help her down?" Eric asked Ryan, the head of
the wrestling team.

   Ryan replied in a whisper, "Shut up man.  Listen she can't see anything.
Somebody wants her to get fucked, who are we to deny that.  Listen she
can't identify us by our cocks so lets just give it to her." The others
were grinning and nodding.  They told him to go first.  Still in a whisper
he said to Eric, "Hell no, he found her, it's his prize.  Then the rest of
us go.  All of us."

   Eric's stomach was quivering.  The other guys were encouraging him and
excited.  Eric knew that nobody would rat as long as they all fucked her.
Plus nobody knew who this girl was.

   He took down his shorts and his jock strap.  His thin cock was bobbing
in the air.  The other guys were laughing quietly.  One was gazing at
Eric's throbbing cock.

   Getting behind Angie he held his prick at the base and aimed it toward
her narrow slit.  When the smooth tip touched her she was startled and
jerked back.  The guys laughed and Eric held onto her hips.  Her jerk had
lodged his cock in her cunt.  The warmth was intoxicating and her struggles
to get free only served to shove his cock deeper into her vagina.  She gave
up and Eric pumped away.  His thin dick was coated with her juices when
Ryan said, "Her sign said to cum in her ass." With the look of a crazed
animal Eric nodded back to him and took his cock out and rammed it quickly
into her asshole.  She yelped but the sound couldn't be heard over the
laughing from the wrestlers.  He pumped a few more times and grunted as he
dumped his seed into her bowels finally losing his virginity to a girl.

   Ryan was next.  His cock was larger and he struggled to find Angie's
hole.  He had to hold her tight as he poked his head past her lips.  He
squeezed her tits and fringed her mound as he fucked her.  Eric's cum was
oozing out of her ass and getting smeared all over Ryan's abdomen.  He
didn't notice he was just too excited.  This wasn't his first time fucking,
but he was anxious to fuck a girl's ass for the first time.  After getting
it all lubed up he slid it into her sloppy ass.  He switched holes and in
less than a minute he exploded inside her rectum.

   The other four followed and fucked her cunt but they all came in her
ass. She gave up trying to struggle and she had no more tears left to cry.
Angie just closed her eyes and took the fucking.  After the last one came
they stood for a moment and saw the cum drooling from her asshole.  It was
like they expected another to come and fuck her.  Reluctantly they got
dressed and ran out to the gym.

   Word circulated over the next twenty minutes about Angie being tied up
in the shower.  Many boys voiced disgust, but those very same slipped into
her stall to fuck her on the sneak.  One by one every twenty or so boys had
their turns fucking her.  When the first passing bell rang several ran to
her stall to get one last nut before they were too late to class.  The last
boy to fuck her that period was Ryan and he ran off to his next class
without his typical shower.  Angie remained hanging, her ass filled with
cum.

   The eighth grade boys had somehow gotten word of her shower stall
presence and even before their lunch period was over, they were clamouring
into the locker room to fuck Angie.  A pool of cum was collecting on the
tiles between her legs and a few boys slipped and fell while fucking her
cunt and ass.  One boy slipped and hit his head on the side of the stall
getting a small gash on the forehead.  Not wanting to miss his climax.  He
got up and fucked her more carefully dumping a load into her raw ass. 
Afterwards he got dressed and went to the nurse.

   The constant fucking caused Angie to faint.  She hung there limply as
the boys continued to fuck her one by one.  Her ass was so sloppy that a
couple boys decided to just cum in her cunt.  A few boys were worried about
getting caught or catching a disease so they put condoms on before fucking
her.  By the time the eighth grade homeroom period had ended Angie had more
than fifty cocks in her pussy and ass.

   There were three periods after the eighth grade homeroom, each an hour
long.  The classes came in and the boys were all aware of Angie in the
stall.  A sixth grade class was first and many of the boys hated Angie. 
Those with the greatest grievence made sure to fuck her twice.

   Once the teacher heard the hollering in the locker room after class and
came in to scold the children.  Upon entering the room the boys customarily
quieted down.  He noticed a few standing near the shower stalls.  He
congratulated them for finally heading his advice to shower after the
class. Then he told them all to "shut the hell up" and he left the room.

   That was the only close call for Angie being discovered during the class
periods.  Maybe if she was conscious she could've cried out to the teacher
and possibly get let free.  Unfortunately, for her, she remained
unconscious.

   After school, the boys were buzzing about having lost their virginity.
Maybe two hundred boys had fucked her and they were all talking about it on
the buses and while walking home.  Charlene overheard several boys talking
about Angie's "sloppy pussy" on the bus and she looked out the window and
smiled to herself.  Girls were talking about how Angie set up a "gangbang"
and was such a slut.  Dozens of girls lost their boyfriends and hundreds
who had crushes felt disgusted by their beau's having fucked such a slut.
Charlene remained silent, enjoying the negative gossip about Angie.

   Around four o'clock a janitor found Angie passed out, haning in the
shower.  Fighting his own temptation to follow the commands written on her
slender preteen body, he untied her and wrapped a towel around her as he
tried to awaken her.  He called to the head custodian and the notified
administration.

   The following days were chaotic.  Hundreds of boys were called to the
main office to get grilled on what happened.  The few that had pangs of
guilt were suspended but the majority that knew that they had power in
numbers remained quiet.  The cheerleading coach was terminated as was
Angie's teachers that failed to notify the principle's office of Angie's
absence.

   Angie was unable to identify who had had sex with her and was also
unable to finger the culprit that set her up in the shower.  Police found
the broken vile, but was unable to get a fingerprint.  After all the
questioning they found that Angie had too many enemies that would have done
such a crime.  They focused the investigation on the boys but did question
many of the girls.

   Both boys and girls were targetted by Angie and her group.  Some girls
expressed their approval of the situation but said that they had nothing to
do with it's setup.  Almost all of them, even many of her friends expressed
a disliking toward Angie.  When the detective asked her friend, "Why would
you remain friends with Angie if you never liked her?" her friend answered
"Because it's better than being made fun of by her."

   Charlene was questioned but was let go after she corroborated the Nurses
logs stating that she spent the period in the nurse's office.  After a
couple minutes of questioning with investigators she was allowed to leave
the dective saying, "Thank you for you cooperation Charlene, and if you
hear anything about this matter be sure to let a teacher know."

   Getting up Charlene said, "I sure will."

   THE END
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