From rdragon@ix.netcom.com Sat Mar 22 18:23:23 1997 Path: news1.infoave.net!news-out.internetmci.com!newsfeed.internetmci.com!su-news-hub1.bbnplanet.com!cam-news-hub1.bbnplanet.com!news.bbnplanet.com!howland.erols.net!ix.netcom.com!news From: rdragon@ix.netcom.com(***) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Subject: THE BULLY Date: 22 Mar 1997 23:23:23 GMT Organization: Netcom Lines: 862 Message-ID: <5h1plb$7kq@dfw-ixnews9.ix.netcom.com> NNTP-Posting-Host: vie-va8-25.ix.netcom.com X-NETCOM-Date: Sat Mar 22 5:23:23 PM CST 1997 I would like to welcome you to Jefferson High. This is my last year here (unless I fail again), so I decided that I would have some fun. Our classes are pretty much segregated by grade, with the exception of homeroom. The school figured that it was better to put a mix of grades in the same homeroom so we could interact with each other. It works real well if you aren't a new student. In my homeroom, there was a girl named Stacey. Now Stacey was the popular one. She always dressed right, talked to the right people, did all the right things, and was always in the right places. Stacey was a really nice girl, unless she decided she didn't like you. If that happened, god help you. Jenny was one of those that Stacey decided not to like. It wasn't even Jenny's fault really. Jenny is an extremely attractive girl (for Highshool). She had short blonde hair, with a great figure. It wasn't excessive in any area, but it was all in the right places. Here is how Jenny got on Stacey's bad side. It was the first day at school. Stacey likes the first day, because she likes to get really dressed up. She was wearing a very great looking sun dress with a nice flower pattern. It was just low cut enough to give you a hint of what her breasts looked like, but not enough to be distasteful. As usual, Stacey showed up for the first day of class five minutes late. She always came in like it was a grand entrance. Everyone got a good look at her outfit, and we gave appreciative responses (it really looked good on her). She strolled to her desk like she was walking down a fashion runway. She sat down with a swish of her skirt and a grin of triumph at the success of her outfit. She had exactly 30 seconds to bask in her glory, when Jenny came in. She was new, and like all new students, she was lost and confused. She hadn't been able to find the class until now. She was a senior. This by itself would not have gotten Stacey more than slightly miffed, which would be forgotten by the end of the hour. But that wouldn't be the case today. Jenny had unknowingly committed the ultimate sin in Stacey's eyes: she was wearing the exact same outfit as Stacey. I even thought she looked better in it than Stacey had. You could see the rage flair up in Stacey's face. Jenny didn't notice this as she sat next to Stacey, and made a comment about them having the same taste in clothes. That was the final nail in Jenny's coffin. Stacey would never forgive her. Stacey immediately began a hate campaign against Jenny. She would harass her all day long, then follow her home. Jenny just kind of took the abuse, but as time wore on it had more and more of an effect on Jenny. The rest of us saw what Stacey was doing, and added some of their own insults. I wasn't part of the crowd that Stacey normally hung with, but I lead the guys in the insults to Jenny. I don't know why I did it. It just seemed like the thing to do at the time. It felt good to make her suffer. By the end of the first semester, you could see that Jenny was pretty upset, and had lost all of her self respect. --------------------------------------------------------------- | Chapt2: It Begins | --------------------------------------------------------------- One day in the hall, I was standing by my locker. We had been unusually hard on Jenny. She had run out of the class crying. I was looking down the hall when I felt a tapping on my shoulder. I turned to see Jenny standing there. Now Jenny isn't very tall (about 5 feet tall), and I'm 6 foot 1, so I had to look down to look at her. Her eyes were red and puffy, and her cheeks were red from crying. "Why do you guys hate me?" she sobbed. I didn't know what to tell her. I didn't really hate her. I just liked to hear people laughing at my jokes when I insult her. It wasn't really anything personal. "What have I ever done to you?" she went on. "I don't know what you are talking about." I said. "So why? Why do you make fun of me all the time?" she asked as the tears were coming back to her eyes. I told her it wasn't anything personal, we were just having fun. "Then why don't you just stop?" I noticed that we were beginning to draw a crowd. I was beginning to feel the eyes all around me. "I'll tell you what," I said "I don't want to talk right now, but if you meet me at the ball field after school, we'll talk about it, ok?" This seemed changed her expression. I guess she figured it was a sign of hope, rather than I just didn't want to be seen with her in case people started making fun of me too. I scurried off to class to get away from Jenny. I had no idea of what I was going to say to her. I figured I would just not show up, and then that would be the end of it. At the end of school, we all go to our respective homeroom's for the final role call (to see who's been skipping school), so I had to see Jenny again. Stacey was treating her as she normally did, and kept trying to get me to join in, but I wasn't in the mood today. I kept thinking of her waiting for me not knowing I wasn't going to show up. I began to feel sorry for her. Eventually, I decided to go. I figured I could watch her squirm as I refused to answer her questions. I run the concessions at the sports events, so I had a key to the concession stand. This meant no one would ever see Jenny and I together, so there would be no lose. --------------------------------------------------------------- | Chapt3: First Meeting | --------------------------------------------------------------- Jenny showed up on time. I hide in the stands, watching her look around nervously. I was enjoying the show. As the time wore on, she became more and more agitated. She began hitting the benches once and awhile, and talking to herself. At times she rehearsed what she wanted to say to me, at other times she cursed herself because I wasn't going to show up, and she fell for it. Finally, she hit the bench one last time and went for the door. That's when I came out. "Where you going?" I asked. "I didn't think you were coming." she said. She began with the rehearsed speech she had been working on before I made my appearance. I stopped her before she got too far. "Follow me." I said. She looked confused, but followed. I lead her to the concessions office. I opened it up, and went in. She waited, then went in too. "Lock the door." I said. I didn't want anyone to come in and see us together. She looked worried, but locked the door. "Well... Ah..." I could see that having moved our location had thrown her a bit. "Well, ever since I have been going to school here, you have been making fun of me. It isn't fair that...". "Wait." I said "If you want to talk to me, you are going to do it without any top on." I don't know why I said it, it just kind of came out. It wasn't anything I had thought about. "Wh... Wha... What do you mean?" she said with a panicked look on her face. By that time, I had decided that I had said it, so I would just run with it. I had nothing to lose. "What I mean, Jenny, is that you are going to take off your shirt and bra before you tell me what you have to say." "I do... I don't think so." she said. "Hey, listen up bitch, I'm not the one who wanted this little talk, you did. Now you either make it worth my while to listen to you, or this conversation is at an end." "No way." she said. "Your call." I said and got up to leave. "Are you saying that you won't even listen to what I have to say?" she asked. "Nope. Not if you're not going to strip." I said as I was getting to the door. I turned one last time to see the odd look on her face. It was a cross between shock and confusion. Then I left. --------------------------------------------------------------- | Chapt4: The Change of Mind | --------------------------------------------------------------- For the next week, Jenny was even more withdrawn, so we were even more vicious. She looked so depressed it wasn't even funny. At the end of the week, I was standing by my locker again. I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned to see Jenny standing there. "Ummm... I... I... Ah..." She said. "What do you want, Roach?" I said using one of the pet names we had given to her. "I want to talk." she said. "You know what that means you gotta do?" I said. She nodded. "You better not be wasting my time, or this is your last shot. Meet me same time, same place as last time." I said. She looked like she was ready to cry, as she disappeared into the crowd. Whatever she wanted to tell me, must be pretty important to her. I showed up ten minutes early. She arrived a minute later. "You are late." I said. "I got here nine minutes early." She said. "Listen, Roach, you want to talk to me. I don't want to talk to you. You are to wait for me, I don't wait for you, understand." I said. She said she was sorry. I went to the concessions office, and unlocked the door. I stepped aside to let Jenny go in first. She walked up to the door, stopped, closed her eyes, and took a deep breath. Having resigned herself to what she was about to do, she opened her eyes and went in. I followed her in. I waited for her to turn to face me before locking the door. "Ummm... Can I... Ah... Could I be alone while I get ready?" she asked. "Nope." I said. She turned her back to me, as she began untucking her shirt from her pants. "You are going to have to face me while you do this." I said. I watched her shoulders rise, fall, then slump as she turned to face me. That's when I brought out my camera. "What's that for?" she asked. "It's so there will never be any question that you went anything but willing to do this. I'm not going to fall into the sexual harassment trap." I said. She started to say something, but then thought better of it. She began to unbutton the shirt she had untucked. Her fingers were fumbling a lot. In a cracked, strained voice she said "You are the first guy that I've ever let see me topless." I just took pictures. She got the first button undone, and then went on to the next one. As the second button fought back in her shaking hands, I got my first peek at her bra. "I... I... It really took me a while to decide to do this, but I had to talk to you. I wanted to at least try." I took more pictures. She finished the rest of her buttons as her legs were having spasming from her nervousness. Her whole body was shaking. She reached to the bra hooks in the front. She was rambling on nervously with her talking. "I don't normally wear these kinds of bras, but I knew it would be difficult enough to get undressed without making it hard on myself." she laughed as if this were supposed to be a joke, and she wasn't sure if I would get it. I did, but didn't laugh. "Before I finish taking this off, you have to promise that you'll listen to me, I mean really listen?" she said. "Off." I said, referring to her bra. She knew this meant I promised nothing. She would just have to take her chances. With a defeated look on her face, she opened the front of the bra that she had just unhooked. She then let the bra drop to the floor. Her breasts were small, but then she was only thirteen or fourteen, so they had some growing to do. They looked very firm. I took a few more pictures. She crossed her arms across her stomach, until I made her drop them. When my roll of film ran out, I said "Ok, you can talk now." She then started giving me the speech she had practiced on the ball field last week. It was long, but with her breasts out, I figured the longer the better. I made no attempt to hide the fact that I was staring at her chest. Halfway through her speech, I walked over to her to get a better look at her chest. This made her even more nervous than before. I reached out with both my hands, and touched her breasts. "Ummm... Ah... What are you doing?" She asked. "Don't be stupid, Roach. I'm touching your tits." "That wasn't part of the deal." She said. "It is now. If you want me to stop, you will just have to hurry up and finish your speech." I said. She put up no more resistance to my touching, but was obviously not comfortable with my touch. It wasn't long before she decided to cut her speech short, and just finish it off. The whole thing was basically summarized by her telling me it wasn't fair, and I should stop. I let go of her breasts, much to her relief. "What I hear is you asking me not to make fun of you, but what I don't hear is what I get if I stop. What's in it for me?" I said. "I... I... I'm standing here topless so you will listen to me. What more do you want from me?" Almost as soon as she said it, I could tell she was sorry she had. Like a light bulb going on, she had an answer (about the same time I thought of it). "No, No way. It's one thing to talk, and I was even willing to over look the touching, but I won't do anything else." she said. "Hey, I'm not going to force you to do anything. If you want to leave, you can. I enjoyed our conversation. Let me know if you want to talk again." I said. I left her there standing topless. --------------------------------------------------------------- | Chapt5: The Set-up | --------------------------------------------------------------- Over the weekend, I developed the pictures. They came out great. I had to have them ready for school. Monday at school, Stacey was cruel as usual. I waited for two days before I "Accidently" dropped a few of Jenny's pictures around school. I had taken care not to include her head in any of this batch. It wasn't long before the whole school was talking about the pictures. Nobody knew who had dropped them, or who they were of. I just waited. I didn't have to wait too long before Jenny went up to me by my locker. "I want to talk to you." She said. "You know when and where." I told her. "No, I want to talk now." She said. "If that's what you want, but if you do, then everyone will know for sure who was in those pictures, now won't they." As this fact dawned on her, she turned and said "You had better be there." I was already in the concession office when she got there. "What the hell do you think you are doing?" she said. "Wait, you know what you have to do if you want to talk to me." I said. "I... Listen..." She said as she was about to continue without doing what she was supposed to. "Bye." I said, as I turned to leave the room. "Wait." She yelped as she saw me turn to leave. By the time I had turned around, she had already pulling her t-shirt off. She looked angry, and I didn't blame her. If the rolls were reversed, I would have been angry too. The pictures were a mean thing to do, but an important part of my plan. She reached behind her and undid her bra. She literally threw it on the floor after she had gotten it off. "There, are you happy now?" She asked in a sarcastic manner. I ignored the sarcasm and grabbed both her breasts. She spun away as my hands went up. "No, not this time, you bastard." "Bye." I said as I turned to leave. "Ok, Ok. Do whatever, but you are going to listen." She said. I grabbed her breasts again. She began to tell me how upset she was, but I had taken all but a little of the fire out of her by having her condescend to my wishes. I let her say whatever she had to say. As she was doing so, I reached down and undid her pants. Needless to say, she wasn't very happy about this. She began to yell, when I told her to shut-up. "I've listened to you all I am going to. Now it's my turn. In the next ten minutes, you are going to agree to do whatever I tell you to." "I don't think so." she said. "Oh, I doubt that. Right now, no one knows who's in those pictures. Only you and I know for sure. You are either going to do as you are told, or everyone will know what you have been doing." I said. She looked horrified. She knew that with the way she was treated now was nothing to the way she would be treated if it were known it was her. "Well, so what's it to be?" I asked. She waited a few minutes mulling over the alternatives. Finally she said "I don't have much choice, do I?" "I want you to sign this." I said. "What is that?" She asked. "I want to make sure there are no question in your mind about what we are going to do. If you agree to this, I will use your body in anyway I choose. So I made up this contract to spell it out for you." I said. "In it, you agree to become my slave and do whatever I tell you to. Will you sign?" Tears were now forming in her eyes. She only nodded her response. "Are you a virgin?" I asked. "Yes." she said. She knew that the underlying part of that was that if she signed, she wouldn't be much longer. She ways reading what I had written, when she got to the part where I wrote "For so long as I wish her to be my slave. "This part here, it just means for today, right?" she asked. "No, it means until I get bored with you. It might be today, it might be next year. I will tell you. Sign on the line marked 'Slave'." I said putting a lot of emphasis on 'Slave'. She knew then how deep she was in. She hesitated thinking over the alternatives, before finally signing it with her name. "Underneath it, I want you to write 'A.K.A. Roach'. That will be your slave name." She wrote it. I signed under her name in the block marked 'Master'. I put it in my coat pocket, and then turned my full attention on Roach, my new slave. In the end, it had been easier to make her my slave than I had hoped. I had expected more of a fight. --------------------------------------------------------------- | Chapt6: Taken | --------------------------------------------------------------- "Take off your shoes." I told her. She didn't bother untieing her shoes, she just pulled the heel off with her toes. This done, I told her to sit on the counter behind her. It was a fairly large counter that we used to set all the concessions on when it was game time, so it was plenty large enough to for a girl as small as Jenny to sit on. Once she had sat up on the counter, I told her to lay on her back. She laid down very slowly, tears still coming down her face. She had been trying to stifle her sobs, with little success. Her whole body would shake as she tried. Once she was on her back, I debated quickly whether I should go slow, or just get it over with. I decided that the best thing was to be quick and as uncaring as possible. That way she would have no future expectations of kindness from me. I looked over her semi-nude body laying out. I thought of her virgin cherry just waiting to be plucked by me. Like I said, she was even better looking than Stacey, only I had never seen Stacey naked. I reached out taking the zipper of her pants and as slowly as I could, I pulled the zipper down. I knew that the sensation of the zipper coming down was even harder on Jenny than signing the contract because it was now her body that was going to pay the price for her mistake of wanting to talk to me. I pulled the pants and panties off at the same time. As they came off, I decided that I would pull each of the pant legs off as slowly as I could. This only prolonged her agony. I was beginning to discover that the feeling of power of this girl was even more exciting than the thought of the actual sex was going to be. I was awakening to my own feelings. I was really enjoying making this girl suffer for my pleasure. I knew I would have to learn more about how I could make her suffer. Right now I just wanted to pop her cherry. After the pants hit the floor, I looked up at her body. She had her eyes closed as tightly as she possibly could. I guess she figured if she closed them long enough, I would just go away. I told her to open her eyes. She opened them, and looked at the ceiling as far away from me as she could. I then undid my pants slowly, letting the horror of what was about to happen to her sink in. As my pants came down, I reached out and took her knees in each of my hands. She was holding them together as tightly as she could. "Open your legs." I said. She then relaxed her legs just enough to let me pry them apart. I then pulled her towards me as hard as I could, until her ass was on the edge of the counter. I was positioning my enlarged cock outside her opening, when she was struck with a thought. I was wondering when she was going to hit on it, I knew it was only going to be a matter of time before she thought of it. "Aren't you going to wear anything?" she asked. "I am." I said. As she relaxed, I said "I'm wearing my shirt and shoes." Just as the impact of this statement hit her, I entered her as fast as I could. I didn't expect the scream that came out of her mouth. I was only 18, so I had little concept at the time of what 'Dry Shafting' was. I didn't understand that a girl needs to be more prepared than I did. So what I did would have been painful, even if she were not a virgin. The virginity only added to the pain. I liked it. While sat inside her, I slapped her face as hard as I could. "Don't you ever scream like that again, Roach. You knew what was coming, just as you know what is expected of you." "But it hurts." she cried. "Hey, I'm not here to make you feel good, you're here to please me. It pleased me to make it hurt. Now take it and be quiet." I said. I then began my thrusts. She said threw her sobs "But you aren't wearing any protection." "Yea," I said as I was grunting my next thrust "What's the point, Roach?" "What about diseases?" She said. "You WERE a virgin, right?" I asked. "Yes." "Then I'm not worried about catching anything." I said. "What about me?" She asked kind of panicked. "Hey, I know I'm not going to catch anything. You're on your own." "But..." "Enough, I don't want to hear it." I said. She silently cried for a few second before she whimpered through her cries with "I don't want to get pregnant." and she began crying even harder. Coincidentally, as she said this, I felt like I was ready to cum, so I told her "That's not my problem." And I exploded inside of her. I had been planning on pulling out before this, but when I saw how much she feared the pregnancy thing, I had to leave it in. I gave her a few last thrusts to get the last of my sperm out, then pulled out. She instantly rolled over into a ball, like a baby would, and just cried. Her whole face was contorted with the crying. I liked the way this made me feel. Seeing her suffer, inflicting pain, the joy I got from seeing her suffer, suddenly it hit me, the answer to her original question. I knew why I felt compelled to ride her so hard in class. "Do you want to know the answer to your original question?" I asked her. "Do you want to know why I make fun of you so much in class?" She was crying too hard to speak, but she was able to nod. "I do it because," I said as I was zipping up my pants, "I like to see you suffer. I like to see you in pain. This is only the beginning. You are to meet me here for lunch tomorrow, I made you a key for the room. We have the only copies, so when I get here, I want you naked. Do you understand?" She nodded and I left. I left her on the counter, crying. I thought to myself of all the fun ahead of me. She didn't know it, but she didn't have to worry about any diseases. I wasn't about to tell her I had been a virgin too. I didn't tell her that I was just as shocked that she had gone along with me when as asked her to take off her shirt, as she had been at my asking. I never expected her to have eventually agreed to it. Taking the pictures had been a last minute decision on my part. In retrospect, it was one of the smartest moves I could have made. Now I had a sex slave, and the girl who gave me her virginity, and had unknowingly taken mine was crying in the room I just left. All in all, I felt pretty good.