After her conversation with Chad, Rachel Harris went straight to the principal’s office. She couldn’t get in to see Dr. Dalbeck, who seldom spoke to the students anyway, and when she tried Mr. Trask she was told he had gone home early. She wondered if she should go to the police, but she decided she didn’t really have enough information for them to be interested. She would talk to Trask the next day.
It wouldn’t have done her any good, because by then Trask had received a small packet in the mail. It contained a copy of an audio tape on which was recorded the whole of his encounter with Cindy in his office. Along with an anonymous letter stating that if he didn’t want the tape sent to the newspapers he would have nothing more to do with Cindy Cohn, or any of the other students for that matter; and in addition, any further sexual goings-on among the student body that might come to his attention were to be ignored as a matter of policy.
Trask didn’t bother Cindy again.
Rachel, however, didn’t actually approach him at all. Because that afternoon, on her way home from school, she was picked up on the street by two men, one black, one white. They forced her into their car with a swiftness and expertise efficient enough to attract little or no attention, and she found herself sitting between the two in the front seat, the black man driving. They drove her to a deserted spot in the woods outside the town. There they got out, taking her with them. They didn’t spend as much time and trouble with her as they had with Armina Banks; the setting was less comfortable, and Chad would not be joining them this time. As soon as she was out of the car the black man punched her as hard as he could, without warning, in the solar plexus. Rachel fell to the ground and they watched her as she rolled around there, clutching her belly and making choking, gurgling sounds as she struggled to get her breath back, which took a long time. They watched her skirt ride up on her twisting, flailing legs. As they watched they pulled down their zippers and took out their hardening cocks. They didn’t bother with the rest of their clothing———
After that they told her what she was going to do at school the next day. And in the days to follow. Then they took her home. They had even brought along a new dress for her to wear.
The next day, Rachel found Chad once again in the cafeteria. She sat down opposite him. She looked pretty good. She had covered up a couple of bruises with makeup, and she wore a high-collared blouse to cover the marks that the rope had left on her neck.
“Hi, Rach,” Chad greeted her.
Rachel swallowed. “Chad,” she said then, “I-I want to apologize for the way I spoke to you yesterday. I’m really very sorry, Chad. I’m–Of course I would love to have sex with you. It would–it would be an honor, Chad. I’ll be happy to have sex with you any time you like.”
“That’s good, Rachel,” Chad said. “That’s very nice indeed. And you’ll do it any way I want, right?”
Rachel swallowed again. “Yes, Chad,” she said.
“Yes. And you’ll do it real good too, right, Rachel? You’ll be just as good as you can be for me, isn’t that right?”
“Yes, Chad,” Rachel said.
“Good,” Chad said. “Why don’t we start now.”
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When Raymond’s father came home, he knew almost instantly what had happened. One look at his son’s quasi-innocent but self-satisfied face told him that Raymond had been up to something, and he suspected what it was even before he went into the kitchen and saw Jenna, who was still cleaning up. There were marks on her face and body that hadn’t been there before, and as soon as she saw him she began to tremble. Without a word, he marched back into the living room, went up to where his son was sitting and without warning backhanded him a savage blow across the face. Raymond cried out and tried to stand up, but his father hit him again. Raymond put up his hands to shield himself, cringing.
“You have deliberately disobeyed me, Raymond,” his father said. “I will not tolerate that, and you know it. How dare you go against my orders?”
“Dad, I was just–I mean, I couldn’t help it. It was her–she wanted it, Dad, and she begged me, she … I couldn’t …”
“You are contemptible,” his father said. “I am ashamed to think you are my son. You will be punished for this, Raymond. And you have lost any privileges you may have enjoyed in this house. From now on you will have nothing to do with Yellow Piss, or with Cock Sucker, or with any other Asian female under this roof. Including your sister. You will never touch any of them again. Is that clear? I have always instilled in my philosophy that every white man should have a few Asian slavesm, but you are not fit to be my white son.”
“But-but Dad…” He started to protest, but he could see in his father’s face that it was no use.
“Yellow Piss,” his father called. “Come in here.”
Jenna came in. She was still shaking. She quickly assumed the kneeling position.
“You have violated my trust,” Raymond’s father said. “You can no longer be my slave. You will have to leave here at once.”
Tears sprang to Jenna’s eyes, and she gave an involuntary cry. “Please, sir,” she whimpered through quivering lips. “Oh god, please don’t send me away.
Punish me, do anything to me. I didn’t mean to–I would never–I swear–”
“I realize that this violation was not completely voluntary on your part,” Raymond’s father said. “Nevertheless, it should not have happened, and I cannot condone it. Furthermore, no punishment would be sufficient to atone for this.”
“No…” Jenna wailed. Trembling harder now, she went to all fours and crawled across the room to him, sobbing, until she was crouched at his feet. “I beg you, sir,” she choked out. “I am your slave, I belong only to you. Oh, please let me stay with you. I will do anything. Anything…” She was crying too hard to continue.
“Indeed,” Raymond’s father said. He stood there looking down at the huddled, shaking, spasming figure, saying nothing more until her sobbing gradually subsided and her tear-streaked face turned up to him, her eyes red and fearful. Then he pulled down his zipper and took out his dangling penis. “Drink this, Yellow Piss,” he said. Jenna immediately raised herself on her knees and put her mouth around the flaccid phallus. Raymond’s father pissed strongly and steadily into her mouth, and Jenna expertly swallowed it all down as it came, in spite of the occasional residual sob that escaped from her mouth.
“Do you remember,” Raymond’s father said as he relieved himself, “when you first came to me, begging to be my slave, do you remember what it was that I asked you to do in order to prove the strength and extent of your desire? An action which at first you were unable to carry out, but which, when your overwhelming need for captivity and degradation compelled you to return, you then agreed to do. Do you recall that?”
Jenna’s face went pale, but she did not stop swallowing his piss. She made a sound around his cock, a sound that was both an affirmative answer to his question and a frightened reaction to it.
“Of course you do,” Raymond’s father said. “And when I, at the last minute, rescinded that demand, did I not inform you that I might, if circumstances warranted, renew it at some future date?” He finished pissing, and Janna dutifully milked the last few drops from his penis and cleaned off the tip with her tongue before letting it drop from her mouth. “Did I not?” he said.
Jenna swallowed once more, even though there was nothing left in her mouth to swallow. “Yes, sir,” she whispered.
“And now the time has come,” Raymond’s father said.
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“Okay,” Chad said. “We’re doing pretty good here, Cindy. Let’s see, so far I’ve had you–” He reached out to tweak her nipple in appreciation–“then cute little Sallie Jing. Then Norma Veney, the gorgeous chink lesbian with the big tits. Then that cunt gook bitch Armina, and now even your best friend Rachel has come around. That’s not bad, Cindy, I have to admit you’ve done pretty well so far. And all to keep me from turning you into a whore.”
“You’ve done that anyway,” Cindy said flatly.
Chad took hold of her hair and pulled on it, wrenching her head back.
Holding her that way, he said, “Are you complaining, Cindy?”
“No,” Cindy said, forcing her words out through the strain in her neck and the pain in her scalp. “No, Chad. I’m not.”
“Good,” Chad said, letting her go. “And don’t exaggerate, Cindy. I know you fucked old Russ Kerstetter, and even what’s-her-name, Norma’s girlfriend, not to mention those two thugs of your father’s, but that was your own choice, Cindy. I didn’t order you to do that, did I?”
“You ordered me to get you my friends. That was the only way I could do it. You know that.”
“How you did it is your business,” Chuck said, grinning. “Anyway, that’s not as bad as what could have happened if you didn’t, right? Better that than having to fuck every guy in school, isn’t it, Cindy? Not to mention anybody else I might come up with. Isn’t that right?”
“Yes,” Cindy said dully.
“Anyway, like I was saying, we’ve gone through most of your hoity-toity friends, and it looks like Melanie Bryan is the only one left in the big-wheel category. Who are you gonna fuck to get Melanie for me, Cindy? Or you gonna call on old Ben and Jack again?”
“Chad,” Cindy said, “Melanie is a virgin.”
“No. She says she’s saving herself for marriage. She’s kind of religious, you know? And she’s never done it. Really.”
“Well, that’s great!” Chad said. “I’ve never had a virgin. God knows you weren’t one.” And he reached over to tweak her nipple again, this time hard enough to make Cindy draw in a hissing breath. “How soon can you get her for me, Cindy?”
“I-I don’t know, Chad. I-I’ll have to …”
Chad tightened his grip. “Don’t take too long, Cindy. Make it soon. Okay?”
“Yes, Chad.” Her voice was thin and strained.
“Good. Now you can suck my dick.”
When she was finished, Cindy ventured a question. “Chad … after Melanie … when you’ve had all my friends … will you … I mean, that will … I mean …”
“You mean will you have to get me any more girls? Is that what you mean, Cindy? Well, we’ll just have to see, won’t we? There are a lot of good-looking Asian girls in school, you know, even if they’re not in the fucking elite group. And you’re so good at pimping for me, Cin. We’ll just have to wait and see.”
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Cindy knew she had made a bad mistake by letting Chad find out about Ben and Jack. Actually, it was them she had told about him, since they had insisted on knowing all the details of what she wanted them to do, and it had been their idea to call him over to Armina’s house that night. Now she could only pray that Chad would say nothing about them to her father. Fortunately he and her father hadn’t been in contact lately, and she could only hope it stayed that way. Her father would not be happy with her if he found out, to say the least. The very thought of it made her weak.
But she had to see them at least once more. After they had finished with her the first time, they told her that she had just paid for their services for one night only. Each further service would require her to come back and do them again. There was no way she could argue with them. When Chad had called her about Rachel, she had gone back there. That time, because she wanted them to act immediately, they had used her twice as long as before, and twice as hard. Some of the things they had done to her made her shiver when she thought of them. And before she left they had made her drink their piss. She really didn’t want to go back a third time, but she had no choice. There was no other way she could possibly get Melanie for Chad.
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Jack, of course, managed to fuck her in spite of his reservations. Both of them did, for a long time, and when they finished she told them about Melanie. She now regretted having told Chad that Melanie was a virgin, for now Chad was looking forward to taking her cherry, which meant she had to persuade Ben and Jack to keep her intact for him.
Jack was not happy with this. “Fuck that,” he snarled. “You want us to straighten out this cunt, we do it however we want. Take it or leave it, bitch.”
But to her surprise, Ben just shrugged. “Big fucking deal,” he said. “We did that with that first bitch, didn’t we? What the hell, we can just get ours afterward.”
“Yeah, well if it was up to me we wouldn’t have waited then either. I don’t like being told how to do my job. You put extra demands on us, girl, we do the same for you, you hear me? You’re not finished here yet, baby. Not by a long shot.”
“I thought you said you were tired of fucking her,” Ben said. “And that was before you practically wore out your dick on her just now.”
“So what?” Jack said. “We’re not the only dicks in the world. I think we should let her fuck some friends of ours too. Might be something to watch, don’t you think?”
Cindy closed her eyes.
“Like who?” Ben said.
“Like Warren,” Jack replied. “I’m thinking about old Warren and his pal, Fred. Wouldn’t that be interesting?”
Ben grinned. “Yeah,” he said. “Yeah, that should be interesting, all right. What do you say, girl? You ready to give it up to a couple acquaintances of ours?”
Cindy sighed wearily. “Do I have a choice?”
“Sure,” Jack said. “You got a choice, cunt. But you don’t do what we want, we don’t do what you want. Be a shame after everything you already did tonight. But it’s up to you.”
“You bastards,” Cindy said. “All right. But then that’s it, right?”
“Sure,” Ben said. “Make the call, Jack.”
They let her take a shower so she would be fresh for their friends, though they stayed with her as she did it, and they entertained themselves in various ways with her body, most of them painful, while they waited. It was half an hour later when the doorbell rang. “That must be Warren and Fred now,” Jack said, and he went to admit the new guests. He brought them into the living room and introduced them.
Cindy almost fainted.
Warren was a tall, broad man in his forties with long blonde hair, whose eyes glittered as he took in Cindy’s naked body.
Fred was a big black dog.