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"You bastard! You fucker! You asshole!" Stacy spat and cried, struggling frantically as Neil dragged her back, but it was no use. She was thrown back onto the couch, and Sharon once again held her down. This time, Neil also stood beside the couch, ready for any further trouble. Stacy brought her hands up to her face and began to cry.
Gary walked over and picked up his glasses. After examining them to make certain they were not damaged, he slipped them back on his face and looked across at Stacy. "That’s fifty-five, now," he said mildly.
Stacy just stared at him with tear filled eyes. "You’re crazy," she sobbed. "I won’t do anything like that. I can’t… you can’t make me."
"Let me tell you the alternatives," Gary answered, resuming his earlier pacing. "If you refuse, we will send copies of that tape to every guy at school. We will post the still pictures - you haven’t seen them yet, but I can tell you that they are every bit as revealing as the video - at suitable places around the school and the town. We will even try to sell them to some magazines, if we can." Stacy sobbed on the couch as he continued his litany of threats. "Then, we will release the cassette tapes of you buying the stolen test papers from Neil. In particular, we will see that Dr. Grossman will get a copy. I’m sure he will know what to do with it."
Stacy knew too: expulsion if she was lucky; criminal prosecution if she was not.
"On the other hand," Gary continued inexorably, "if you play our game, no one will have to know about these tapes and pictures. There are thirty-two weeks left in school; fifty fucks… fifty-five, rather, is barely more than three guys every two weeks. Easy. And no one would have to know; you could do it as discreetly as you liked." Stacy began to control her sobbing, and started listening seriously to what Gary was saying. "What’s more, you don’t even actually have to fuck every time. As long as they ejaculate somewhere in your body, we don’t care where it is: cunt, ass, mouth… whatever."
Stacy sniffled loudly. How could he talk so calmly about such a terrible…
"Besides," he continued, "there are other rules. Other rules which should make it a little easier for you to reach fifty- five."
"O-other rules?" Stacy couldn’t believe that she was begi
"Teachers are worth ten," came the answer. "There must be at least one teacher. Female students are worth three each, and there must be at least one female student. As well, there must be at least one student fucked in each grade." Greenwood was a full high school, and thus held grades eight to twelve. The grade eights were only thirteen or fourteen years old. "The grade eight, nine and tens are worth two each."
Gary finished speaking and looked directly at Stacy, who had begun to cry again. "Do you understand?" he concluded with a question. Stacy nodded through her tears, unable to speak. "What will you do then? Play along, or do we release the tapes and pictures?"
The room fell silent, the question hanging in the air. Stacy was momentarily unable to form an answer. On the one hand, she would have to do all those awful things, but the alternative… the alternative was too terrible to contemplate. She would be ruined in Bakersville, both as a person and as a student. The only way out was to play along with their little game, and hope to pull it off without anyone finding out about it. Oh god, she thought, her heart sinking. Fifty-five guys.
Mutely, she looked up at Gary and nodded her assent; she would do it.
Gary felt a wave of relief flood over him as she nodded her agreement, but only permitted a small smile to show on his face. Neil, on the other hand, laughed out loud, as did Sharon as their tension dissipated. There had always been the chance, however unlikely, that Stacy would refuse and then go to the police. Now, however, they had her; she would do as they ordered. This was going to be an interesting year.
Gary looked down on her as she sat forlorn on the couch, staring at the floor. She looked so upset and vulnerable sitting there. To Gary, she looked far more appealing in tears than she did when she was in her usual arrogant position at school. All those bitches needed to be taken down a peg or…
That gave Gary had an idea. It was time to test their control over her. As well, there was the small matter of her slapping his glasses across the room.
"Before we accept your agreement," he told her, "you should be punished for attacking me. We will not permit that from you."
Stacy looked up at him, drawn out of her private misery. "W-what do you mean?"
"I think you need a spanking," Gary told her. "Teach you a lesson."
Stacy stared in disbelief. "You must be joking." Even after everything she had just heard, she couldn’t believe what he was saying.
Gary shook his head. "You say you’re going to play along with our game, but a couple of minutes ago, you attacked me. How do we know you won’t do it again? Why should we believe you? Your choices are simple: obey us, and take your punishment, or leave now and let us get on with the business of sending out the tapes. It’ll probably take most of the weekend to make enough copies." Stacy started crying again - was there no end to her tears? - but inevitably nodded in submission.
"Good," Gary told her. "Stand up and pull down your pants." Trembling, Stacy obeyed, exposing her sleek, muscular legs and plain white panties. "Now go lie over Sharon’s knees. She will administer the spanking." Stacy flushed red at this order, while Sharon laughed in delight. For a moment, it looked as if Stacy would refuse, but eventually she began to move around so she could lie across Sharon’s legs as the younger girl sat on the couch. She moved slowly, taking small, awkward steps because of the pants which were bunched around her ankles, but eventually, she fell to her knees and stretched herself across Sharon’s pudgy legs. Her ass was completely exposed.
Sharon needed no instructions. She put her left arm across the small of Stacy’s back, and began vigorously spanking the exposed bottom. Before long, the air was filled with the sound of Stacy’s cries and sobs, punctuated by the regular, merciless slapping sound of Sharon’s hand being brought down hard on the now red flesh of Stacy’s ass.
Gary tore his eyes away from the scene and looked at Neil, who was watching the action with his mouth wide open. There was a conspicuous bulge in his jeans. Well, Gary thought, why not? He instructed his friend to pull down his pants and take a seat beside Sharon on the couch. Neil did so, and was quickly in place. Stacy’s face was now on his lap as she lay parallel to the couch across Sharon’s legs. The crying teenager turned her head and squirmed to avoid Neil’s engorged cock as it stood upright from his lap. Sharon had momentarily stopped spanking and was looking over with interest.
Gary reached down, and yanked Stacy’s blonde hair, pulling her tear-stained face upward. "I think you know what you’re going to do, here. We’ll be generous and call this number one. Do you understand?" Stacy squirmed on Sharon’s lap, but nodded. "Good girl. Sharon will keep spanking until Neil comes. When he does come, you take every drop." He released Stacy’s hair, and her face fell back down onto Neil’s lap. Gary gestured towards Sharon, and she began spanking again.
Stacy pulled her arms forward, and propped herself up slightly. She took Neil’s cock in her mouth and began to suck and lick it. It was difficult not to jerk around with the spanking, but Stacy had a pretty good idea of what would happen to her if she were to touch Neil’s cock with her teeth. Frantically, she sucked, moaning and gasping as her head slid up and down on Neil’s penis, and Sharon laid into her ass. The pain from the spanking was getting more intense, but she was quieter now, as Neil’s cock served as an efficient gag.