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   Chapter 2

   It was laughable to even try to focus in school the next day.  Sancia
did her absolute best to keep her head down, away from the teachers
attention, and mumbled out any answer she was unlucky enough to be called
on for.  Through English, Science and History she sat staring at the clock,
watching as it ticked excruciatingly around every revolution, dashing out
of the room at every bell.

   She sat alone at lunch.  Nancy, her only friend, was still out sick with
the flu.  As she shoveled the foul mashed potatoes into her mouth she
stared down where, half hidden by her lunch tray she kept her phone open.
She stared at those images, and tried to silence the mixture of fear and a
strange excitement.  No-one bothered her.  No-one cared where she sat. 
Shrill laughter broke out one table over, and she ignored it.  Whatever
normal loneliness set in at this time was drowning beneath her new anxiety.

   Math class was the worst.  The tests came back, handed out down the
rows, from student to student, and she heard a snicker as hers was passed
back...she groaned softly at the 43% and crumpled it up.  The stupid blonde
bitch three seats back wasn't gloating, but everyone in the room knew she
had a perfect score again, and her silent smugness was insufferable.

   She tried desperately to pay attention, deeply aware of how much
catching up she had to do to scrape by a passing grade this semester, but
even on the best of days the sprawling figures on the whiteboard made
almost no sense, and today she barely picked up on a word out of the
teacher's mouth.  Her foot was tapping restlessly against the floor for
almost five minutes before she realized and forced it flat, chest heaving
with every heavy breath.  She found herself counting along with the second
hand as it inched down the last minute of class, and as the bell split the
air she took off out the door, fighting down the urge to run, as the halls
began to swarm with eager teenagers trying to fight their way outside.

   She had to push against the flow, struggling to make her way towards the
far end of the complex, where the auditorium was poorly grafted onto the
building, along with the theater rooms and the music rehearsal halls.  She
found herself suddenly free of the crowd in a hallway she'd barely set foot
in, the big grey double doors at the end cracked open to the late spring
day outside.  Heart thudding again she stepped forward slowly, down the
seemingly endless row of lockers, and forced herself to push the doors
open.

   There was no-one there The asphalt periphery that ran around the school
was deserted.  The baseball field stood a few hundred yards off.  Down the
wall a ways the theater storage shed jutted out from the building.  She was
alone.  She let out a breath she didn't even realize she was holding,
dropping her hands from her backpack.  A giggle slipped out through her
lips, and then she was giggling uncontrollably.  There was no-one there.  A
note of panic slipped into her laughter as she wondered what they really
wanted then, but she turned around and stepped back towards the open doors.


   And froze.  There she was.  Striding down the corridor towards her.  The
blonde bitch.  The stupid genius kid blond "skipped two grades" know it all
blonde bitch.  Claire.  For the briefest of seconds Sancia held out a
fragment of hope that it was a coincidence, but no, as she approached the
expression on her scrawny thirteen year old face told the older teen
everything she needed to know.  She felt like the breath had been knocked
out of her.

   A bubble of rage rose inside her as she approached.  "Give it back give
it back you fucking bitch" Sancia found herself yelling, without any care
for who heard her, feeling her hands clench into fists, as the other girl
stepped out into the sun, tanned legs framed by her perfect black skirt,
with a perfect white blouse above it and her insufferably perfect curls
framing her face.  Claire just giggled and pulled the black book from out
of her waist bag as she stepped out the doors into the sun.

   "You want this?" her high voice taunted as she dangled it from her
fingertips.  Sancia lunged for it and the younger girl darted backwards,
before swinging it up and heaving it over her head onto the pavement. 
Sancia gasped and dove for it, falling onto her knees, while the blonde
bitch laughed at her desperation.  She couldn't bring herself to care, she
just pawed through it to make sure it was the right one...yes, there they
were, there they all were, everything intact.  She rose unsteadily to her
feet, the book pulled close to her belly, fingers wrapped tight around the
edges.  "Was...that all you wanted?  To laugh?".  There was bitterness in
her voice, her worst fears and her unspoken hopes seemingly dashed in an
instant.

   "Nope" the scrawny blonde said perkily, "I want a lot more then that".
Sancia stared at her uncomprehendingly, until the girl sighed and with a
hand on her hip said "I have pictures of every page.  On my phone and on my
computer.  And I can send them to every other student.  And every teacher.
And your parents.  At any time."

   Sancia felt her face begin to flush as she realized the hole she was
suddenly in.  She could make her do whatever she wanted alright.  But it
wasn't Darryl, or Jake, or anyone else she'd allowed herself the slightest
hope for.  It was Claire fucking Marcus, insufferable thirteen year old
prodigy, and one of the most admired and despised girls at the entire
school.  "What do you want?" she asked in a low voice.  "You want my money?
You want me to do your homework?".  She stared at the asphalt.

   There was an energy in Claire's voice when she answered, an edge to the
girl with perfect composure.  If Sancia didn't know better she would have
thought the girl was nervous.  "Show me your tits".  Sancia's face snapped
up.  She stuttered, stepping back once, thrown off guard.  "W-what?". 
There was something in the younger girl's eyes as she repeated more firmly
"Show me your tits".  Sancia's eyes were wide.  She never expected this
from the girl.  Slowly she reached down and rolled her t-shirt up, to
reveal her featureless grey bra, supporting her fat breasts.  Claire
reached forward and grabbed the edge of her bra, yanking it down and
causing Sancia to grunt in pain as the other girl wrenched it aside until
her nipple was exposed.  The blonde grinned.  She grabbed it between two
fingers and twisted it around roughly and older teen felt her knees shake,
letting out a guttural gasp as her electrified nerves sent spasms up her
spine.

   There was an excitement, barely suppressed, in Claire's voice as she
said "no I mean...take off your bra.  And your shirt".  Sancia gaped at
her, and then looked around frantically...the back of the school was
deserted, but if anyone came along she'd be completely exposed.  "Right
here?" she hissed.  Claire nodded, a firmness in her voice.  "Right here.
Do it.  Or I share with everyone".

   Sancia felt herself gulp.  Sliding her backback down onto the ground
first, she wriggled her shirt over her head and let it fall to the ground,
and then reached back and unbuckled her bra, letting it fall forward as
well, shrugging it off her shoulders.  She shivered slightly as a warm
breeze gusted around the building.  Claire's expression was inscrutable. 
Almost greedy.  But cautious.  She gently lifted one of Sancia's breasts
with one hand, and the girl felt herself go weak at the knees again.  Then
suddenly Claire grabbed her nipple roughly, pinching sharply between her
fingers, and began to stride off along the side of the building.  Sancia
choked down a shriek as she stumbled along, pain lancing up from her poor
nipple as she called out "w-wait stop!", dragged along by her fat tit.

   Claire released her in front of the theater storage shed.  One and a
half stories tall, bolted onto the side of the building and built from
slabs of corrugated metal.  The scrawny girl heaved on the sliding door
until it creaked open just wide enough to squeeze inside, and she slipped
in through the dark gap.  Sancia stared, glancing at the door, then back at
her discarded shirt and bra a hundred feet away.  With another gulp she
slipped through the door as well, and immediately gasped at the heat.  The
small, dark space was like a cramped oven, lit only by sunlight slipping
through the cracks in the walls, and stacked high with old lumber and
plywood, the ground thick with sawdust and grime, a set of shelves stuffed
with old and run town tools.

   Claire was sitting about four feet off the ground on the edge of a huge
plywood stack, staring down at the dark haired girl with what looked like a
grin on her face in the dim light, kicking her legs back and forth
playfully.  Sancia could already feel a trickle of sweat on her forehead as
she stared up at the girl, anger and curiosity and fear in equal measure
swirling inside her.  "What do you actually want?" Her voice came out
weaker and more fearful than she wanted.  In response Claire poked the tip
of her shoe into Sancia's left breast and giggled softly "take off your
pants.  Your shoes.  Everything." Sancia stepped back quickly, hands flying
up to protect herself "No!  I won't!  You can't make me!" Even as she said
it, the voice in her head said "...she can make you.  You know she can."

   Claire slipped her phone out of her bag, holding it high over Sancia's
head, and began to tap at the screen "Tahiya's going to love this then. 
You think she calls you a slut now, just wait till she sees how much of a
slut you really are".  Sancia whimpered and cried out "Stop!  Alright! 
Alright...." Slowly she reached down and began to slide her jeans down her
thighs, the denim sticking to her sweating flesh.  She peeled them off and
then kicked off her shoes and socks, and finally with a shuddering breath
she slid her white panties down as well.  With a horrible sinking feeling
she finally allowed herself to realize how sticky her pussy was, and she
desperately hoped Claire would mistake it for sweat.  When her clothes were
in a heap on the floor she softly asked "now what?"

   Claire leered down at her as she stripped herself naked, exposing
herself completely.  "Now?" she said simply, "now you beg.  Beg me to keep
it a secret".  Sancia's breath caught slightly but then she began to
implore "please...please Claire please don't tell anyo-" "No!" Claire cut
her off, rolling her eyes, "beg properly.  Down on the floor." Shakily
Sancia sunk down to her knees, and then onto her hands, tits swinging as
she looked up at her blonde tormenter.  She opened her mouth again but
before she even got a word out Claire hopped down and planted her tennis
shoe in the small of her back, forcing her down.  Sancia groaned as her
face was forced down to the floor, her breasts mashing beneath her against
the dusty concrete, sawdust fluttering around her nose as she inhaled.

   "Now, try again" Claire said slowly, and in a much weaker voice Sancia
began again "please Claire please I'll do anything at all but you can't
tell anyone it has to be a secret no-one can find out my parents can't find
out pleeeeease" she mewled pathetically.  Claire struggled to keep her own
composure under control as her groveling classmate begged under her feet,
her own nipples aching beneath her blouse, her budding breasts too small to
require a bra yet.  The scope of possibility unfolded in front of
her...this pathetic slut, completely sick in the head and utterly obedient
to her.  She twisted and ground her foot into the girl's back while she
thought, earning another whimper, her ass wriggling in the air.

   "You are a stupid depraved fucked up slut, aren't you?" Claire said
slowly, and the words hit Sancia like a brick.  She physically spasmed on
the floor as insults she'd tried to brush off from bullies for years hit
home from a girl who saw her like this.  Claire ground her foot down again
"Say it, say it out loud".  Sancia choked and then forced herself to
repeat, her voice trembling "I...I'm a stupid fucked up slut".  A sob
wracked her body, oh god it was so real, so horribly real.  All those
nights she'd dreamed about a man who would fuck her silly and call her a
slut and none of it felt like this, none of it felt so awful like this,
trapped in this filthy shed, naked and sweaty and scared.  Her pussy
clenched, a trickle of juice dripping down her thigh.

   Claire smiled down at her, pulling her foot back.  Suddenly her head
jerked up, and an expression of fear flitted across her face also.  Outside
the faint sound of footsteps was audible, unmistakably drawing closer to
the tool shed.  "Quick, quick" she hissed, grabbing Sancia's clothes and
tossing them behind the plywood stack "get back there, hide!" Sancia
scrambled after her gesture in a panic, forcing herself around the corner
and ducking down, fighting back a series of whimpers as she scraped her
flesh across the rough edges of the boards.  There was barely enough room
between the stack and the wall, her tits flattened against her chest,
forced to awkwardly slide and crouch with one leg folded, the other
outstretched.  She didn't dare to poke her head out over the edge as the
door creaked further open, and the footsteps stopped inside.

   "Claire?  What the hell are you doing?" It was a boy's voice.  Probably
upperclassman.  Claire just murmured awkwardly "just...hanging out".  There
was an awkward silence.  "oh...kay" he said suspiciously, and then the
sound of lumber being yanked around, and a few thumps.  Sancia could feel
her thighs starting to ache, but she couldn't rest on the floor without
doing the splits.  She softly spit out a piece of fluff that floated onto
her lips.  Boards dragged along the ground.  What sounded like a of nails
being dropped back onto a shelf.  And then, mercifully, footsteps
retreating again and Claire dragging the door back closed.  "Get back out
here" she whispered.

   Sancia squeezed back out from around the corner and Claire stifled a
laugh.  Her hair was a mess, streaked with spiderwebs and sawdust.  Her
sweaty naked body had attracted a mixture of filth and dirt, and there
looked like an oil stain on one of her breasts from where they had mashed
to the floor.  Sancia glanced down at herself and cringed, pulling her arms
around herself and closing her eyes, rocking back and forth slightly
"please...please stop.  Please can I just go home?"

   Her eyes flew wide seconds later at the sudden pressure on her pussy and
she stared up into Claire's face above her, sweat soaked as well but still
under control.  The flat of Claire's shoe was pressed against her dripping
slit, and as she glared down at the miserable slut she began to rock it
back and forth slightly.  Sancia groaned loudly, involuntarily, and found
herself rocking her hips forward.  Claire found herself smiling as she
continued to grind her shoe against the needy girl's pussy, until suddenly
she yanked it away, stepping back.  "Get dressed" she snapped, and Sancia
found herself crying out in frustration as her pussy twitched and squeezed,
desperate for attention.

   Claire pulled her phone out again as Sancia struggled into her filthy
dusty pants, not even bothering to pull her panties or her socks on, just
wadding them in one hand.  Her eyes darted to the corners of the room
"Claire...can you please...go get my shirt, and my bag outside?".  The
blonde glanced up from her phone "oh no, I need to take off, I'm about to
miss my next bus".  She flashed a white smile, and then shoved the phone
back in her bag and squeezed her way back out through the door and just
like that she was gone, leaving Sancia alone and half naked.  The
suddenness of her departure left Sansia mildly stunned, such intensity
suddenly turned off like flipping a switch.  She poked her head out the
door and saw Claire already a few hundred feet away.  With a gulp, she slid
herself through as well, and then dashed for her remaining clothes, lying
abandoned in the middle of the hot asphalt, gulping down the cool air as
she skidded to a halt and yanked her shirt down over her head.

   She sat back against the brick wall of the school and buried her head in
her arms.  Her entire body was shaking violently.  Everything about the
last half hour felt completely unreal.  Between her thighs her pussy still
throbbed, and all she could think about was Claire's shoe pressing down,
how good it felt to have it there, and...what it felt like to admit she was
a fucked up slut.  She sobbed.

   (Chapter 3:
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