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   Chapter 4

   Sancia was more subdued than usual the next day in school, if such a
thing was even possible.  If anything her focus had gotten worse, and
several times during first period she had suddenly realized that she had no
idea what the teacher was even possibly talking about.  As second period
approached her dread began to form again; second period English was the
other class she and Claire shared this semester, and she couldn't get the
younger girl's taunting face out of her thoughts.  She tried not to think
about how she'd spent the last night, sobbing into her sheets and rubbing
her thighs against each other, filled with a desperation she was incapable
of understanding and driven to the edge of despair by her cruel
humiliation. She wished the stupid blonde bitch had never taken her
notebook and she badly badly wished she hadn't pulled her shoe back from
Sancia's pussy.  At that moment, down there, in the dirt Sancia felt closer
to something profound than she ever had before.

   As she first stepped into the classroom she let out a sigh of relief. 
Claire was there alright, sitting in the front row, but she seemed to be
talking to a boy one seat over and didn't appear to have even noticed
Sancia's entrance.  But as she slipped quickly forward to try and take her
seat near the back Claire turned, just enough to catch her classmate's eye,
and winked, a hint of a grin sliding across her lips.  Sancia blushed
furiously, and then thought about how she had to look, which caused her to
blush even further until finally she stumbled into her desk, pulling her
baggy t-shirt down over the tops of her pants.  She stared at Claire behind
her back, the blonde girl was, of course, the best dressed in the room,
with a pair of calf-length jeans and a polka dot shirt with a lightweight
blue jacket that looked like she just stepped out of a fucking catalog. 
Who actually fucking dressed like that?  Sancia snorted, but the derision
she tried to fake couldn't fully squash down her nerves.

   Her best friend Nancy was finally back in school, the flu having left
her no less incessantly chipper.  As the two of them sat down for lunch
Sancia found herself staring through her friend, distracted, and nodding
along to her chirping voice as she talked about how awful she had felt and
how much it sucked being stuck in bed, it wasn't like when they were kids
it really was the worst now and chicken noodle soup didn't seem to help and
Sancia's eyes glazed over slightly until finally Nancy noticed something
wrong, her pudgy face twisting in concern.  "San are you okay?  Are you
sure you're not sick yourself?  Have you had your temperat-" "Yeah I'm
fine" Sancia cut her off, more sharply then she intended, and instantly
felt guilty.  She gulped down the rest of her milk.  "Fine.  Sorry I
just...need to go".  She grabbed her bag again and swiveled off the bench,
leaving Nancy to exclaim "hey!" as her friend almost ran for the cafeteria
doors.  The fat girl stared after her, a bit hurt, and then grabbed the
snack cake off of Sancia's tray.

   Sancia found herself pacing down the hallway with five minutes to go
before lunch ended.  What was going on?  What was going to happen?  Claire
hadn't messaged her since the other day.  Was she done with her?  Was that
all she had wanted?  As if on cue, her phone buzzed in her pocket and she
groaned.  No, of course not.  She considered ignoring it for a fleeting
second, and realized just as quickly that it was impossible.  Flattening
herself against the wall she yanked her phone out to read it.

   "Behind the school.  By the dumpsters.  Now" Sancia read it twice, and
then checked the time again in disbelief.  There were less than three
minutes until lunch ended and five minutes after that to get to class. 
What the fuck was Claire thinking?  She set off walking quickly down the
nearly empty hallway, but found herself breaking into a run after just a
few dozen feet, shoving her way through the double doors and setting off at
a sprint, feet pounding at the pavement as she rounded the corner of the
gymnasium.  She was panting heavily by the time she reached the next turn,
but she rounded it with her hand on the brick and there Claire was, leaning
against a rumbling air conditioner, all alone in the stretch of pavement
between the school and the woods where the dumpsters lay scattered and
stinking.

   Claire looked up irritably as the gasping teen stumbled towards her. 
They were running short on time and she took longer than expected to get
there.  "Strip!" was all the blonde said as she reached down to rummage in
her shoulder bag.  Sancia stared at her in disbelieve.  "Here?  N-now!?"
She couldn't be serious.  The glare the thirteen year old shot her sent her
stumbling back a step, and she hastily reached down with shaking hands to
pull her shirt up off over her head, dropping it to the concrete as she
awkwardly unbuckled her bra.  She was down to her panties in a few seconds
more, and then even they joined the pile, until she was left standing in
her sneakers and socks, arms folded across her tits, flushed a bright red.
"Claire what are we doing!?" she hissed.

   Claire pulled out the length of nylon rope she had found under the
kitchen sink the other night.  It was the cheap scratchy kind, a neon
yellow with thick bristles sticking out everywhere, but it was the best she
could find on such short notice.  She stepped towards the older girl, a
thin smile on her face, watching how Sancia fixated on the rope, fear in
her eyes, fear and something else.  Reaching out she pushed one of Sancia's
arms down and the teen obligingly lowered her arms, although she started
whimpering and shifting from foot to foot.  "Claire we're going to be
laaaate" she murmered softly.  "Shut up!" Claire hissed, hefting one of her
fat breasts in one hand and earning a soft groan.

   Claire had spent over half an hour the previous night studying the video
repeatedly, making sure that she understood everything, and now with what
seemed like practiced skill she began to loop the rope around Sancia's
breasts, first the one, then the other, tightening the rope and earning
further whimpers of discomfort as it dug into her tender flesh.  She tied
them off until they were just slightly bulging, nothing too painful but
enough to keep them secured, and then ran a loop around her ribcage,
sliding it through the rope across her sternum, and then down between her
thighs.  Sancia's knees went week and she found herself parting her legs as
Claire ran the horrid yellow rope up against her pussy, and then through
her asscrack and up her back, tying it off on the other side of the loop.
Claire dragged it tight until it slid between Sancia's thick labia, and
then satisfied secured the knot, stepping back to admire her handiwork. 
Fucking hell.  That was almost easy.  That was easy.

   Sancia was staring down at her new bondage, one hand fondling one of her
tits, groaning softly at how the ropes dug in when they moved.  She didn't
notice Claire grabbing her bra and panties until the other girl was already
tossing them in the dumpster "H-hey!" she cried out, rushing to the edge to
peer inside, grabbing on the edge to hoist herself up and recoiling from
the hot metal.  "Claire!" she whined, but Claire just tossed her jeans and
shirt back at her.  "Oh get dressed, and get back to class.  And say thank
you"

   Sancia stood there meekly, clutching her clothes, as Claire set off to
get to her own classroom.  "T-thank you" she called out after the departing
girl, and then she bent down and began to pull her pants back on.  As they
slid up and over her thighs and she secured her waist, the pants forced the
rope even tighter against her holes, and she swallowed another whimper in
pain before slipping her shirt on as well.  She tried to look down at
herself to figure out if the ropes were visible, but the shirt was baggy
enough that it seemed to conceal everything, and so with a deep breath she
picked up her bookbag again and set off back towards the main building at a
run.

   She made it about five steps.  With every running stride the rope slid
back and forth against her sensitive holes, and the scratchy nylon dug into
her soft body.  She found herself whimpering loudly as she tried to walk
more slowly, but even normal steps set it scraping and she settled on
sattempting a wide thighed waddle as she walked as quickly as she dared
towards the nearest entrance, tits bouncing slightly with every step.

   By the time she was nearly halfway down the hall to class, and almost
five minutes late, another problem had presented itself.  With every slide
of the rope another wave of tingling fire rippled up from her sopping
pussy, and her aching rock hard nipples chafed against her shirt, visible
if anyone looked closely.  Sancia was horny, hornier than she'd ever been,
her face completely flushed and her breathing irregular.  She staggered
into class, mortified, and her haggard appearance drew laughter from
several other students.

   Ms.  Athena lowered her marker from the whiteboard and regarded her,
frowning slightly.  Sancia stared up into her horn-rimmed glasses, and the
grey eyes behind them who's gaze every student feared, and stammered out an
apology "I...I'm so sorry, I got...I got...someo-".  Ms.  Athena cut her
off with a gesture "oh take your seat Sancia and don't waste any more of
our time" and the girls mouth snapped shut.  She nodded and awkwardly took
her seat, pulling out her science book and trying to figure out what page
they were supposed to be on.

   But if concentration was difficult before, it was downright impossible
now.  With every fidget or squirm the ropes dug into her in different ways
and rub against her clit, which made her fidget and squirm, which just
caused the ropes to chafe further.  She swallowed any vocalizations, but
her constant movement sent a couple other students whispering.  Sancia sank
back into her seat as much as she could and wished she could die, or at
least wishing time would speed up.

   As the end of class approached she realized with a sinking sensation
that another problem had presented itself.  Her leaking pussy had soaked
through the front of her jeans, making it look like she pissed herself. 
Frantically she grabbed her bookbag as she stood up, holding it in front of
her crotch as she staggered out of the room, choking down the groans that
bubbled up her throat with every step.  Ms.  Athena watched her struggle
out into the hall, and frowned slightly again.

   Sancia somehow made it through two more periods.  She found herself
hunched over her desk, forcing herself to take very deep breaths, keeping
her body as still as possible.  This would work for five, sometimes ten
minutes, at the expense of any concentration on anything else, and then she
would shift her hips and another wave would shoot from her pussy.  Her
History teacher asked her if she needed to visit the nurse and she just
shook her head, wondering what on earth she would say or how anyone would
react.  By this point word was going around that Sancia Russo was freaking
out, or on the verge of a breakdown, or going to throw up in class, or
something, and she felt people staring at her throughout the whole class.
She stared down at the surface of her desk, at her open textbook, and just
focused on breathing.

   Claire was watching the door when she walked into last period.  Watching
the door and grinning viciously when she saw what shape Sancia was in. 
Sancia shot back a glance that was half daggers, half desperation, and slid
into her seat with a shudder.  Her breathing exercises got her through the
last class, and she kept checking her phone frantically to see if Claire
had texted her, told her to meet anywhere, do anything, had any plan to
take the ropes off.  But no text was forthcoming, and as the bell finally
rang and school let out for the day, Claire just stood up and joined the
rest of the kids squeezing out of the room as if nothing was wrong.  Sancia
gaped at her, and then caught up to her in the hallway, grabbing her
shoulder and trying to spin her around "h-hey!"

   Claire's expression was wide eyed and innocent "Hey what?" She flashed a
white smile.  Sancia flicked her eyes and jerked her head outside "are we
going to...going to?" she asked desperately.  "Going to what?" Claire just
murmured, some of the faux innocence leaving her eyes.  Sancia's fingers
dug into her palms, wrapped with a death grip around her bookbag handle
hanging in front of her stained pants and she hissed "Please.  Please
please please!".  Claire rolled her eyes slightly and gestured "lead the
way", and a wave of gratitude washed through Sancia as she began to push
against the crowd, slowly leading her tormenter back behind the school
again.

   As they were walking along the deserted side of the school Claire
remarked "you don't look so good".  Sancia allowed herself to whimper
loudly for the first time in hours "what do you expect!?" she cried out. 
Claire fell silent for a second and then asked, in a softer voice "did you
ever think about taking them off?  It's a pretty simple knot".

   Sancia's pace slowed to a crawl.  No.  No she'd never thought about
taking them off.  It never even crossed her mind.  She could have just gone
into the bathroom and slipped the ropes off at any time.  Claire hadn't
told her to keep them on.  She had just assumed...she had just assumed that
they stayed on until Claire took them off.  Her whimper this time had a
different quality to it.  "Didn't think so" Claire said cheerily again as
she took the lead, stepping briskly back to the privacy behind the school.

   Sancia knew what was expected.  Even as they rounded the corner she was
reaching down to discard her shirt.  Claire wore a pleased smile as she
spun around to find her already pulling her pants down, and she stepped
closer to examine how the ropes had held up.  All down her belly and across
her mound they looked like they'd been scraping pretty badly.  The flesh
was scraped and irritated, and Sancia's breasts rose and fell with every
breath, turning red after several hours in the mild bondage.  But her pussy
was a mess.  Her thighs looked streaked with dried juice, and she was still
glistening as Claire reached down and stroked one finger along the rope
through her lips, pushing it against her flesh slightly.  Sancia's knees
went wobbly and she groaned "please Claire please!"

   Claire glanced up sharply "please what?".  Please take these ropes off,
of course, Sancia's mind queued up.  Please step on me, another voice said.
Her mouth was open but no words came out.  Claire patted her inner thigh
gently, "forgotten how to talk?  That's okay".  The mockery In her voice
was subtle.  "No, I...I-" Sancia protested.  "You what?" Sancia hung her
head, she couldn't think of what to say.

   "At a loss for words?  Fine.  I have some." Claire pointed down at her
feet.  "Get down, look at me." Sancia found herself sinking down, pebbles
and gravel digging into her palms and kneecaps, and looking up at the frail
thirteen year old blonde beauty.  Claire leaned forward slightly until she
could lock eyes, and she began to speak very slowly and deliberately.  "You
are my toy, do you understand?  You are my toy now.  I'm going to have fun
with you.  You're going to do everything I say.  You're going to do it
whenever I say." Sancia's heart froze at those words, said so explicitly.
But in the back of her mind, some small part of her sang.

   "You are going to be my toy, and you are going to do everything I want,
and do you know why that is?" Sancia shook her head dumbly.  "It's not
because I have your stupid little sketches.  It's not cause I might tell
your parents.  It's because you are a dumb little slut and it makes your
pussy a dripping mess." Claire rapped her knuckles lightly against Sancia's
head, and Sancia found herself whimpering loudly again and shaking her
head, cringing back.

   Claire giggled at her reaction, but inside her heart was pounding.  This
was it.  This was the make or break moment.  If she had miscalculated this,
if she was wrong-but she knew she wasn't wrong.  "You don't believe me? 
Here, look" she pulled her phone out, and bent down to hold the screen in
front of her face.  She pulled up the gallery of stolen images and one by
one she began to delete them, tapping each one away until they all
vanished, and with them all of her leverage over the girl.  "No more
blackmail.  Nothing to show your parents.  Nothing to show the school.  Go
ahead, stand up, get your clothes on" Sancia stared for a few seconds,
uncomprehending.  Claire had just casually thrown it all away.  She
couldn't tell Sancia to do anything anymore.  She was free.

   Sancia realized all of this, with a sinking feeling she realized that it
didn't matter.  Nothing in her life had ever felt like this.  Nothing she
had fantasized about had made her feel even a fraction as alive as she felt
in the last two days alone.  Sancia began to shake and tremble and she
looked up at Claire with wide, wet eyes.  Claire's anxiety swiftly erupted
into vindication as she forced herself to keep her voice steady.  "Oh? 
What's that?  You don't wanna get dressed?  You don't wanna go back home
and act like this never happened?".  Sancia began to cry.  Actual tears
began to run down her cheeks and she shook her head more firmly "n-no" she
choked out.  "N-no I don't please don't please don't ignore me".  Claire's
smile was tight.  "On your back" was all she said.

   Sancia nodded and rolled herself over, already lifting her legs and
grabbing her knees, splaying her legs wide.  Claire planted her shoe flat
on Sancia's sopping hole and leaned forward, hands on her hips.  "You're a
stupid slut toy", she said "and you're my stupid slut toy.  Say it"

   "I'm...I'm your stupid slut t-t-toyyy" Sancia's voice broke and she
sobbed, humping herself desperately against Claire's shoe, her tits
jiggling, driving the rope against her clit.  "Say it!" Claire insisted,
and between sobs Sancia squealed out "I'm your stupid slut toy!".  The
vicious blonde applied more of her weight and dragged her shoe against
Sancia's desperate bucking, and suddenly the sobbing teenager came for the
first time.  Her orgasm ripped through her with a moaning scream and she
bucked sharply, fingers digging into her thighs as a wave of pleasure she'd
never imagined rolled through her body, pulsing up her spine and sending
her into a wailing crying fit.  For several seconds her thoughts blanked
out and there was only bliss, and then the world slowly swam back into
focus.

   Claire pulled her foot back and wiped it off on the pavement as Sancia
rolled over, curling up in a fetal position, the rope shifting around her
naked flesh.  Her smile widened fractionally.  "You're pathetic"