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K R I S T E N' S C O L L E C T I O N
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Archive name: student3.txt (m/f, Voy, Rp, mast, mc, v)
Authors name: Kristen Kathleen Becker
Story Title : Transfer Student (3/3)
Last Edit 1/99
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Transfer Student - Part 3
by Kristen
< Two weeks later >
The alarm blared in Robyn's ear, bringing her slowly
awake. Moaning softly, rolling over on her stomach, she
reluctantly opened her eyes. 'Oh God, this is the day,'
she thought.
Life had been hell for Robyn since that day when the
video was shown to the whole school. As she dragged
herself from bed, the whole incident ran through her
head for the thousandth time. She remembered looking up
expectantly, excited to see the Mars landing on the
television, but as it dawned on her that she was
watching a video of two people having sex, her face had
gone white as a sheet.
It was her! It was her and Taylor! But how could that
be?
She hadn't even told Max what she had done with Taylor.
Then with mind-numbing fear, she slowly turned to Max
who was sitting beside her in class. Their eyes locked
for a moment, and she could see terrible the anguish in
his eyes.
Robyn opened her mouth to tell him... Tell him... What
could she say? Max, with one more long look at the TV
screen stood - trembling, knocking his chair over, then
he turned and ran from the class room.
In that instant, Mr. Stephens had noticed that some-
thing was amiss. He quickly walked to the TV set, and
looking at the screen in front of him, stopped for a
moment to take in what was happening. As he watched the
young lovers performing, he realized that he knew them.
He said out loud,. "My God!" and reached for the off
switch. As the television turned black, he swung around
to look at Robyn. She was frozen in her chair. She
looked like a young deer in the headlights of an oncom-
ing truck.
Mr. Stephens said, "Robyn, I think you had better come
with me." And with that he took her arm and lifted her
out of her seat and quickly walked her out of the room.
As they stood facing each other just outside the class
room, he said, "What the hell was that I just saw young
lady?" His face was red, and he looked very upset.
Robyn's tears began to trail down her cheek, and all
she could say was, "I'm sorry Mr. Stephens, I'm so
sorry, I didn't mean..."
Robyn spent the rest of the morning in the principal's
office in abject terror, waiting for her father and
mother to come to school. Taylor was sitting across
from her, and they had both been suspended from school
for two weeks.
Finally her father showed up, having been called at
work and told the story, he looked at his daughter as
if she were a stranger. Robyn began to cry in despair.
There was nothing she could say, nothing at all. She
couldn't explain what she had thought, or why she'd
had sex with Taylor. She thought that her life was at
an end, life would never be the same.
*
Now two weeks later, after a huge fight with her
parents, she was going back to school. Her father had
been all set to take her out of public school and
place her in the local Catholic school - St. Bar-
tholomew's. She'd fought her parents long and hard to
stay at Mountain View High. Her parents couldn't
understand why she would want to stay after her
humiliation.
Her father said, "Young lady, I just don't understand
you any more! First you humiliate yourself, and shame
our family. Then you want to brazen it out and go back
to a school where you are a laughing stock." He was so
frustrated with the situation he was almost in tears.
But Robyn persisted, and the time for her to go back
had arrived. She left the house quietly, dressed in a
long skirt and heavy sweater. She was going to be good
from now on. 'Dress conservatively, think conservative-
ly, act conservatively,' she thought to herself.
Walking with her head down, eyes looking at the
ground, she hurried to school. She was scared to death
at what her classmates would say. She couldn't even
let herself think about Max. He hadn't come over once
while she was grounded. The last sight she'd had of
him was the day of the video, and the look on his face
was etched into her memory forever.
As the young high school girl entered her home room
class, the other kids quieted down. Pretty soon there
wasn't a sound to be heard, as Robyn crept to her old
seat. She couldn't bring herself to look anyone in the
face. She just slumped down in her seat, and looked
straight forward, focusing on nothing.
Then she heard hushed whispers, and she looked up to
see Max at the door. They looked into each other's eyes
for a moment, then he swung into the room and sat a few
chairs way from her. He didn't look her way again for
the rest of the period.
*
Robyn thought that the day she'd just spent at school
was maybe almost as bad as the day of the video show-
ing. Finally school was over, and she was walking home.
At least Jerry and Kelly had talked to her, even ate
their lunch with her. But, no sight of Max since home
room. Jerry had invited her to come with them to the
Phoenix, but Robyn had declined. All she wanted to do
was go home, climb into bed and cry.
She was walking through the playing field, eyes to the
ground, thinking about how she had screwed up her life,
and Max's, with her stupid actions. Suddenly, someone
pushed her in the back.
Robyn flew to the ground hands first, scraping both
palms. The young girl cried out in fright and pain as
she hit the dirt. Shocked and confused, Robyn looked
up at her assailant. Her jaw dropped as she recognized
Taylor, and a couple of his football buddies.
"Taylor, you have a nerve. I thought you'd be in hid-
ing, not pushing girls around," she sneered.
Robyn was furious with Taylor. He had forced sex on
her, then shown the video to the whole school. Right
then, she would have liked nothing better than to
strangle the life out of him. But she knew she couldn't
do that, even if she had been strong enough to over-
power him.
Taylor laughed at her. Pointing, he said, "Little
whore really liked riding my dick! You guys saw it ...
you think she'd like to suck it now?"
He stood over Robyn threateningly and scuffed a little
dirt onto her skirt. Robyn's eyes started to water, not
in fear, but anger.
How dare this bastard keep trying to humiliate her!
What had she ever done to him? All she had wanted to
do was to keep the peace! She'd always treated everyone
with respect. But here he was, hurting her again. She
couldn't believe it.
Then Taylor grabbed her shirt sleeve and dragged her
to her feet.
"Maybe the guys would like a piece of the action this
time! Whaddya think Robyn? You up for a little orgy
with a bunch'a horny jocks?"
He pulled the girl to him and pressed his mouth to her
lips, giving her a sloppy, uncaring kiss.
"C'mon guys, let's take little Robyn slut back behind
the bleachers and show her a good time!"
He clamped his big hand over Robyn's mouth, and bodily
dragged the girl the 30 feet or so to the bleacher
area. Taylor's two friends followed, a little unsure of
themselves.
Once all the teens had reached the secluded space be-
hind the deserted bleachers, Taylor threw Robyn to the
ground. She was breathing hard now. His hand over her
mouth and nose had made her light-headed from lack of
oxygen.
Fear was in her eyes now, as Taylor hovered over her
menacingly. Without warning, he dropped onto Robyn and
started to wrestle her sweater off. Robyn began to
scream ... that was all she could do, and she screamed
at the top of her lungs.
Taylor flat-handed her hard. The shock of the slap
stunned her, it also silenced her for a moment.
"If you scream like that again bitch, I'll smash your
cute little nose, got that? You just lie there and take
it like the good little whore that we all know you are,
okay baby?" He started pulling Robyn's sweater off, not
caring about the damage he was causing. Buttons went
flying and cloth ripped as he undressed her roughly.
Her sweater and bra lay a few feet away in a pile,
and her skirt was ripped open to reveal her silky legs.
Taylor stopped for a moment, breathing raggedly from
his efforts, mixed with his rising lust. He had to ad-
mit that this girl really was beautiful, and he stared
at her revealed body for a few more moments before he
called to his friends. "Hey! Was I lying when I told
you she's a gorgeous piece of ass?"
Robyn looked at Taylor's friends for help, but she
could tell that they would be ready for their turns
when Taylor was finished.
Robyn begged him to stop, "Please Taylor, don't do
this to me! I've suffered enough! You've already ruined
my life! What are you trying to do ... kill me!"
Taylor just laughed and said, "Baby, all I want to do
to you is fuck you. I don't give a shit if you wanna
die, just don't do it until I'm done, okay?"
He forced the girl's long legs apart with his massive
ones, and began to position his cock-head at her open-
ing.
Robyn was determined this time to fight and even die
if necessary. She wasn't going to let Taylor rape her.
But as the teenagers wrestled in the dirt, Taylor be-
came frustrated with the squirming girl and hit her
another glancing blow to the head. That knocked the
remaining fight out of Robyn. She lay there stunned,
tears pouring down her dust-covered face. Taylor
quickly mounted the sobbing girl and thrust hard into
her.
As Robyn numbly looked past the rutting boy on top of
her, she saw the blue sky, and the birds flying over
head. Her beautiful blue eyes seemed not quite as clear
and brilliant as before, something was gone from her
face too. The liveliness that had played across her
features was disappearing with each thrust of the
teenage rapist. Robyn knew that she couldn't go on any
more. Her life was truly over now.
Taylor had won.
One of the other boys was dropping his pants in
anticipation. He looked on as his buddy fucked the hot
girl on the ground, 'It was so fucking perverted,' he
thought. He had never ever been this hard before, and
he was looking forward to banging this chick in the
worst way.
Taylor was really enjoying himself. 'God she is
tight,' he thought, then said,. "Yeah baby, I'm gonna
come in you again, maybe this time we can make a baby!
With our looks we'd make a knock-out kid don't'cha
think!" He increased his thrusts at the thought of
making his hot little 'bitch' pregnant.
Robyn closed her eyes and wanted to die.
Then all of a sudden there was a loud noise ... a yell
... then all hell broke loose. After the yell, the next
thing that registered in Robyn's mind was that Taylor
had stopped thrusting into her ... then the blood.
Was she dying? Had they killed her?
Then the scene came into focus. MAX! OH MAX!
Max had found them, and he was smashing heads. He'd
already downed the guy with his pants down, and appar-
ently he'd banged Taylor on the side of the head with
a two by four. Taylor was standing in a crouch, naked,
still with a partial erection, blood dripping down the
side of his head. He was circling Max in a wrestler's
stance. But Max didn't waste any time; he took the two
by four and slammed it into Taylor's crotch. The big
football player doubled over and crashed to the ground,
face first.
Max rushed to Robyn, cursing over his shoulder at the
remaining boy, who turned and ran as fast as he could.
He gently said, "Hi beautiful, How ya doin?"
Robyn, laying in the dirt, rested against Max's arms,
stripped naked, dirty, and disheveled, and just gave
him her fascinating smile, with her big blue eyes
shining brightly... again.
Hope you enjoyed my story.
SPECIAL NOTE: Don't know if you received it or not,
but this three part story should also have a video clip
with it. TITLE (Video4.AVI) Hope you got the complete
set...
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Thank you "Professor" Stephen, for your help in proof
reading my stories...
-=*=-
© 1998 Kristen Kathleen Becker - Kristen078@Hotmail.com
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It’s okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
strangers. But it isn’t okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex
with strangers!! You only have one body per lifetime,
so take good care of it.
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