08-06-2008, 04:02 PM
School Ties written by master's dark little angel
May was new to Springfield Junior High School, had only been attending since the beginning of the fall, she had made a few friends here and there, but she mainly kept to herself. She stood at about 5'3 and half, and her developing body was more firm and curvy than most girls at her age. Not to say that she wasn't still developing but she was already filled out enough to turn a few heads of the boys who were coming into their own sexuality and wondering how her breasts would fit into the hands.
She had just turned 14 before school started and the principal had elected her to be tutor in algebra mainly for those in the grade ahead of her which was the ninth grade. She had taken the subject in the seventh grade and did really well, she was in the gifted program at school, taking all honors courses, they had offered her college courses but she refused, stating that she just wanted to be a kid. She met with several students through-out the week but her least favorite were the jr varsity football players. The boys were bullies you could say, but very good at playing football, one was the starting quarterback, another was a defensive line-men, and the other the reserve quarterback. The oldest being 15 and the other 14 years old. They weren't heavy set or fat by any means at all, just very well built even at their age.
They had been giving her a hard time for about the last month now, their grades were slipping, almost to the point of being kicked off the team. They had been forcing her to do their homework for them, and she had been doing it for them for the past couple of weeks, and her grades were reflecting her doing theirs for them. She was usually really defiant against people treating her like this, but something about them scared her, but she thought she could take care of the situation herself without involving anyone else. She thought wrong. Two days ago they gave her a proposition, do it or suffer the consequences, what could they possibly do, ruin her rep at school? Say she banged all three of them? She didn't care, she was tired of it.
The hour was 5 minutes past 4, they would be there at anytime, her parents would not be home for at least two more hours, just enough time to help them with their work and finish her own. Luckily there wasn't that much to that evening. She pulled back her auburn locks and put it up in a bun, few strands of her layered hair fell from the bun cushioning themselves around her oval shaped face. Gray orbs glared at the clock. She knew that they would be upset, she had refused to do the work for them this time, and she had plans to tell them that it was over and if they didn't leave her alone she would turn them in. The doorbell rang. She swallowed hard, barely able to coat her throat with any moisture from her mouth. She stood and adjusted her black cropped sweater, it was a little short on her, but she still wore it. When she rose her arms you could see her navel and flat tummy.
May opened the door and their they stood. All three in their lettermen's jacket. Chris, the eldest spoke first. He stood at about 5'10 and weighed about 180 pounds. His dark hair pulled back into a loose tail, when it was down it laid at his chin, he liked it long, but that was the only length allowed during football season. His blue eyes glared her up and down. He wanted her oh yes, he wanted her, but he was dating someone already, and she was a pretty good lay, and he wasn't going to jeopardize his piece for some virgin who wouldn't give it up.
"Hey May. Ready for tutoring?" He smirked and walked passed her into the living room.
The others followed. Chris sat down, and laid his back pack down in front of him. Eric stood in the hallway looking inside the living room. He removed his jacket and hung it up in the hall closet. He too was very well built, his stomach muscles almost visible through his shirt. Standing at 5'10" as well but a bit skinnier than Chris. He weighed about 165 pounds, but again he was well built. Brown eyes looked around the room, knowing in his mind what they had in store for her if she hadn't done what they had wanted her to. His green orbs settling on her for a moment, in a way hoping that she had done the work for them, her truly liked her, they had even been on a couple of dates, without any of the others knowing. How they pulled that off, they didn't know, and it was hard knowing what they had planned on doing, what he helped with planning, he knew that they would have no more dates after this, if she had not done what they wanted.
Scott was the other boy in their gang, the joker, the asshole you could say. He was the tallest of the group, standing at 6 foot even, he and Eric were the closest of friends. He weighed close to 210 pounds, and was like a damn tank. The offense for the other teams were pretty scared of him, cause when he hit, he hit damn HARD. He didn't care that much for Maya, he was already getting some off of Eric's girlfriends sister. Sure he thought she looked good, but she wasn't his type. His eyes were dark, and matched his hair. He sat next to Chris and had his book bag at his side.
Chris leaned forward and smiled.
"So May. Lets have it." He said.
Maya's hands went to her hips. "Define "it" for me." Her tone was sharp and snappy. Letting it be known that she wasn't afraid of him or any of them.
He stood up and moved in front of her pointing his finger in her face. "You KNOW what the hell I'm talking about bitch, gimme the goddamn homework NOW."
She furrowed her brow at him and went to her book bag, and lifted out her notebook, Eric had moved into the room when the shouting started. She opened the notebook and threw it on the floor in front of Chris.
"I did mine....copy it asshole." With that it was on. Chris's hand connected with her left cheek, knocking her to the ground. Eric moved in quickly now, he couldn't believe he hit her, hit her like that anyways. They had said there would be no facial marks.
"Chris man, watch her face." Eric said. Her gray orbs shot up at him, filled with hate, filled with deceit.
Chris looked at Eric and nodded. "Pick her up!" As instructed Eric lifted her off the ground by her hair and held his arms behind her head. A deep shot to her exposed navel was his first target. It impacted deeply and felt as if it almost touched her spine. Her eyes opened widely and she gasped after making a MMMPPPPHHH sound. He figured with that punch would have brought her to her knees, but surprisingly she didn't make much of an effort to get away or acted like it hurt that much. Two more shots landed into her navel. Luckily her pants were hip riders or he would have hurt his hand on the snap of her pants. Left and rights continued, May's lips cast loud moans and gasps. Her eyes were clenched together, as well her stomach muscles at times. She'd tighten them up and release them at different times, and sometimes take a deep breath in hopes to not lose her breath, but it only caused all the air to go from her body.
Eric pushed in on her back, pushing her forward onto Chris's fist. Each punch intensified onto May's tummy. A pale pink shade started to form on her navel and lower stomach. For a few moments Chris stopped.
"Move her over to the couch and lean her back." She tried struggling with Eric, but failed. Her lower back rested against the soft cushions on the back of the couch, Eric's knees hit the cushions of the couch and he leaned May back, holding her arms back, her socked feet barely touching the floor with her toes. He undid her pants for some lower tummy work. Three shots flew into her lower stomach, just above her panty line. He gave her a nice uppercut in the lower stomach, and pushed in deeply, her head leaned back and she let out a deafening cry, sounding like a mixture from a moan he had heard from his girlfriend when he made her come to an orgasm, and one of pain as well. It was a sound not expected from her own mouth, but yet out it came.
He looked toward Scott who had been watching the goings on, and was rather intriguing by it all. After all he had only hit men and mainly that was with his shoulders. So he stepped up to the plate and began his work.
"This bitch can take a lot man, I've hit her with some of my hardest and she isn't out yet. Maybe you can do better with her."
May's mind was reeling with fear, pain, she couldn't believe what was going on here, she never imagined that she would be in this position ever, but yet here she was being beaten by these guys. When he told her that there would be consequences in her defiance, she thought it would be rumors...not this...but she surprised herself as well, although it hurt like hell she could take a lot, she to figured she'd be gone by this time, but she stood strong. Until...Scott took over. The cups of her light blue bra were exposed at the bottom her sweater, her arms were lifted pretty high. Scott fixed that problem, he lifted her sweater to the top of her breasts.
"Wow, those are nice. Even Brianna doesn't have a set like that."
He laughed and patted her tummy with his hand a couple of times, adding a bit more color to her stomach than before. A blushing redness was starting to form over the flatness of her stomach and navel. Her lower stomach had been taking the brunt of the punishment, so Scott figured he'd go a little higher. The next thing she felt was a massive punch into her solar plexus.
"UHHNNNGGGHH!" she cried. Her eyes shot open, looking up at Eric's face his. Her expressions seemed to be like she was wanting him to help her, but he knew he couldn't. Fear set into her mind now, it wasn't about anything else, she was afraid. But yet, she was still taking the punches to there full impact. The next punches came into her much quicker and with more force, two lefts and a right made their way into her solar plexus and navel. Four more shots erupted from his hammer like fist and their target remained the same. Her cries were much louder now, and again she had done like before thinking that if she could suck in and hold her breath, she would keep her air. Wrong once again. She guessed that she should have learned the first time.
He lifted her from the couch, and Eric's grasp was let go. It was now Chris's turn to hold her. But instead of being held, he tied her arms behind her, and began leading her around. He pulled back on her restraints and pushed her forward, her stomach meeting with Scott's fist. Her head flew back and she cried out loudly. With his other hand Chris pushed forward to push her navel deeper onto Scott's fist, making the impact much harder than what it was. May's head flew forward landing onto Scott's shoulder. This action was repeated a couple of more times, before they both stopped.
The next idea came from Eric, they retied her hands to both legs of the coffee table Eric held her feet down so there could be no kicks. Scott of course was first, his foot landed onto her solar plexus, followed by another to her navel. Then he just stood there after the trample and he bounced a little, bracing himself on Chris's shoulder for support. Then he repeated the action with his other foot. He came down onto her mid section again, this time with his knee. Her eyes shot open again, and deep sounds flew from her mouth, tears welling in her grey orbs.
Two more knee shots came, then three punches followed it, she sucked in again, hoping that her last attempts to keep her breath would be successful, but alas they were not.
"Mind if I help?" Chris said.
"Hell no man, go for it." Scott said with a laugh. "The more the merrier."
Scott punched her twice, into her naval, Christ followed that up with three shots to her lower stomach. Each punch intensifying with each blow. This repeated until they were both up to ten and eleven punches a piece. May was really starting to feel it now, and her tolerance for pain was about to gone. Her throat was dry, she was hoarse and could barely make a sound, but they kept coming as loudly as before. How they did it she didn't know, but she still managed it.
They both looked to Eric, and smiled.
"Your turn." Chris said.
They stood her up and continued to hold her Scott being the tallest held her arms for him, and Chris leaned behind her pushing her back in with his hip, and Eric began.
Eric's fist connected with rights and lefts over and over. She was finally ready to give up, and made no noise, she was out. But that didn't stop them, a glass of water was all it took to wake her back up and the feeling began again.
The harder Eric punched, the louder she cried, and the louder she cried the more Chris pushed in with his hip. Eric punched, and pushed into her navel and lower stomach deeply, letting her head fly back and hit Chris's arm. Then Eric stopped.
"One last one for each of us." Eric said. "I'll go first." They untied her hands and began their final punches
A deep blow to her navel was his final blow and he kept it there, and pushed up again. Eric took Scott's place, and Scott's punch landed into her solar plexus. She cried out loudly, managing the word "STOP!" Then it was Chris, he was the final judge. He lifted her head and looked at her face, she was sorry, he knew that, they knew that, and she knew that most of all.
"I would suggest having our work tomorrow bitch, or this won't even compare to what we'll do to you tomorrow. This will all seem like a bad dream....I want my homework. Got it?!"
With that a massive punch flew into her lower stomach, letting her finally fall back and hitting the ground, her eyes closed and she was out again. Eric picked her up and laid her on the couch, and placed a blanket over her as if she had come home and took a nap. A quarter till six, good timing. She awoke at the sound of her mothers voice.
"May are you okay? You've been asleep since we got home, and its midnight." She sat up quickly, she was sore, bruised and tired.
"Yeah mom I'm fine. I think I'll just go on to bed now." She said.
"Okay sweetheart. Oh before you go to bed again. Did you finish your homework??"
May was new to Springfield Junior High School, had only been attending since the beginning of the fall, she had made a few friends here and there, but she mainly kept to herself. She stood at about 5'3 and half, and her developing body was more firm and curvy than most girls at her age. Not to say that she wasn't still developing but she was already filled out enough to turn a few heads of the boys who were coming into their own sexuality and wondering how her breasts would fit into the hands.
She had just turned 14 before school started and the principal had elected her to be tutor in algebra mainly for those in the grade ahead of her which was the ninth grade. She had taken the subject in the seventh grade and did really well, she was in the gifted program at school, taking all honors courses, they had offered her college courses but she refused, stating that she just wanted to be a kid. She met with several students through-out the week but her least favorite were the jr varsity football players. The boys were bullies you could say, but very good at playing football, one was the starting quarterback, another was a defensive line-men, and the other the reserve quarterback. The oldest being 15 and the other 14 years old. They weren't heavy set or fat by any means at all, just very well built even at their age.
They had been giving her a hard time for about the last month now, their grades were slipping, almost to the point of being kicked off the team. They had been forcing her to do their homework for them, and she had been doing it for them for the past couple of weeks, and her grades were reflecting her doing theirs for them. She was usually really defiant against people treating her like this, but something about them scared her, but she thought she could take care of the situation herself without involving anyone else. She thought wrong. Two days ago they gave her a proposition, do it or suffer the consequences, what could they possibly do, ruin her rep at school? Say she banged all three of them? She didn't care, she was tired of it.
The hour was 5 minutes past 4, they would be there at anytime, her parents would not be home for at least two more hours, just enough time to help them with their work and finish her own. Luckily there wasn't that much to that evening. She pulled back her auburn locks and put it up in a bun, few strands of her layered hair fell from the bun cushioning themselves around her oval shaped face. Gray orbs glared at the clock. She knew that they would be upset, she had refused to do the work for them this time, and she had plans to tell them that it was over and if they didn't leave her alone she would turn them in. The doorbell rang. She swallowed hard, barely able to coat her throat with any moisture from her mouth. She stood and adjusted her black cropped sweater, it was a little short on her, but she still wore it. When she rose her arms you could see her navel and flat tummy.
May opened the door and their they stood. All three in their lettermen's jacket. Chris, the eldest spoke first. He stood at about 5'10 and weighed about 180 pounds. His dark hair pulled back into a loose tail, when it was down it laid at his chin, he liked it long, but that was the only length allowed during football season. His blue eyes glared her up and down. He wanted her oh yes, he wanted her, but he was dating someone already, and she was a pretty good lay, and he wasn't going to jeopardize his piece for some virgin who wouldn't give it up.
"Hey May. Ready for tutoring?" He smirked and walked passed her into the living room.
The others followed. Chris sat down, and laid his back pack down in front of him. Eric stood in the hallway looking inside the living room. He removed his jacket and hung it up in the hall closet. He too was very well built, his stomach muscles almost visible through his shirt. Standing at 5'10" as well but a bit skinnier than Chris. He weighed about 165 pounds, but again he was well built. Brown eyes looked around the room, knowing in his mind what they had in store for her if she hadn't done what they had wanted her to. His green orbs settling on her for a moment, in a way hoping that she had done the work for them, her truly liked her, they had even been on a couple of dates, without any of the others knowing. How they pulled that off, they didn't know, and it was hard knowing what they had planned on doing, what he helped with planning, he knew that they would have no more dates after this, if she had not done what they wanted.
Scott was the other boy in their gang, the joker, the asshole you could say. He was the tallest of the group, standing at 6 foot even, he and Eric were the closest of friends. He weighed close to 210 pounds, and was like a damn tank. The offense for the other teams were pretty scared of him, cause when he hit, he hit damn HARD. He didn't care that much for Maya, he was already getting some off of Eric's girlfriends sister. Sure he thought she looked good, but she wasn't his type. His eyes were dark, and matched his hair. He sat next to Chris and had his book bag at his side.
Chris leaned forward and smiled.
"So May. Lets have it." He said.
Maya's hands went to her hips. "Define "it" for me." Her tone was sharp and snappy. Letting it be known that she wasn't afraid of him or any of them.
He stood up and moved in front of her pointing his finger in her face. "You KNOW what the hell I'm talking about bitch, gimme the goddamn homework NOW."
She furrowed her brow at him and went to her book bag, and lifted out her notebook, Eric had moved into the room when the shouting started. She opened the notebook and threw it on the floor in front of Chris.
"I did mine....copy it asshole." With that it was on. Chris's hand connected with her left cheek, knocking her to the ground. Eric moved in quickly now, he couldn't believe he hit her, hit her like that anyways. They had said there would be no facial marks.
"Chris man, watch her face." Eric said. Her gray orbs shot up at him, filled with hate, filled with deceit.
Chris looked at Eric and nodded. "Pick her up!" As instructed Eric lifted her off the ground by her hair and held his arms behind her head. A deep shot to her exposed navel was his first target. It impacted deeply and felt as if it almost touched her spine. Her eyes opened widely and she gasped after making a MMMPPPPHHH sound. He figured with that punch would have brought her to her knees, but surprisingly she didn't make much of an effort to get away or acted like it hurt that much. Two more shots landed into her navel. Luckily her pants were hip riders or he would have hurt his hand on the snap of her pants. Left and rights continued, May's lips cast loud moans and gasps. Her eyes were clenched together, as well her stomach muscles at times. She'd tighten them up and release them at different times, and sometimes take a deep breath in hopes to not lose her breath, but it only caused all the air to go from her body.
Eric pushed in on her back, pushing her forward onto Chris's fist. Each punch intensified onto May's tummy. A pale pink shade started to form on her navel and lower stomach. For a few moments Chris stopped.
"Move her over to the couch and lean her back." She tried struggling with Eric, but failed. Her lower back rested against the soft cushions on the back of the couch, Eric's knees hit the cushions of the couch and he leaned May back, holding her arms back, her socked feet barely touching the floor with her toes. He undid her pants for some lower tummy work. Three shots flew into her lower stomach, just above her panty line. He gave her a nice uppercut in the lower stomach, and pushed in deeply, her head leaned back and she let out a deafening cry, sounding like a mixture from a moan he had heard from his girlfriend when he made her come to an orgasm, and one of pain as well. It was a sound not expected from her own mouth, but yet out it came.
He looked toward Scott who had been watching the goings on, and was rather intriguing by it all. After all he had only hit men and mainly that was with his shoulders. So he stepped up to the plate and began his work.
"This bitch can take a lot man, I've hit her with some of my hardest and she isn't out yet. Maybe you can do better with her."
May's mind was reeling with fear, pain, she couldn't believe what was going on here, she never imagined that she would be in this position ever, but yet here she was being beaten by these guys. When he told her that there would be consequences in her defiance, she thought it would be rumors...not this...but she surprised herself as well, although it hurt like hell she could take a lot, she to figured she'd be gone by this time, but she stood strong. Until...Scott took over. The cups of her light blue bra were exposed at the bottom her sweater, her arms were lifted pretty high. Scott fixed that problem, he lifted her sweater to the top of her breasts.
"Wow, those are nice. Even Brianna doesn't have a set like that."
He laughed and patted her tummy with his hand a couple of times, adding a bit more color to her stomach than before. A blushing redness was starting to form over the flatness of her stomach and navel. Her lower stomach had been taking the brunt of the punishment, so Scott figured he'd go a little higher. The next thing she felt was a massive punch into her solar plexus.
"UHHNNNGGGHH!" she cried. Her eyes shot open, looking up at Eric's face his. Her expressions seemed to be like she was wanting him to help her, but he knew he couldn't. Fear set into her mind now, it wasn't about anything else, she was afraid. But yet, she was still taking the punches to there full impact. The next punches came into her much quicker and with more force, two lefts and a right made their way into her solar plexus and navel. Four more shots erupted from his hammer like fist and their target remained the same. Her cries were much louder now, and again she had done like before thinking that if she could suck in and hold her breath, she would keep her air. Wrong once again. She guessed that she should have learned the first time.
He lifted her from the couch, and Eric's grasp was let go. It was now Chris's turn to hold her. But instead of being held, he tied her arms behind her, and began leading her around. He pulled back on her restraints and pushed her forward, her stomach meeting with Scott's fist. Her head flew back and she cried out loudly. With his other hand Chris pushed forward to push her navel deeper onto Scott's fist, making the impact much harder than what it was. May's head flew forward landing onto Scott's shoulder. This action was repeated a couple of more times, before they both stopped.
The next idea came from Eric, they retied her hands to both legs of the coffee table Eric held her feet down so there could be no kicks. Scott of course was first, his foot landed onto her solar plexus, followed by another to her navel. Then he just stood there after the trample and he bounced a little, bracing himself on Chris's shoulder for support. Then he repeated the action with his other foot. He came down onto her mid section again, this time with his knee. Her eyes shot open again, and deep sounds flew from her mouth, tears welling in her grey orbs.
Two more knee shots came, then three punches followed it, she sucked in again, hoping that her last attempts to keep her breath would be successful, but alas they were not.
"Mind if I help?" Chris said.
"Hell no man, go for it." Scott said with a laugh. "The more the merrier."
Scott punched her twice, into her naval, Christ followed that up with three shots to her lower stomach. Each punch intensifying with each blow. This repeated until they were both up to ten and eleven punches a piece. May was really starting to feel it now, and her tolerance for pain was about to gone. Her throat was dry, she was hoarse and could barely make a sound, but they kept coming as loudly as before. How they did it she didn't know, but she still managed it.
They both looked to Eric, and smiled.
"Your turn." Chris said.
They stood her up and continued to hold her Scott being the tallest held her arms for him, and Chris leaned behind her pushing her back in with his hip, and Eric began.
Eric's fist connected with rights and lefts over and over. She was finally ready to give up, and made no noise, she was out. But that didn't stop them, a glass of water was all it took to wake her back up and the feeling began again.
The harder Eric punched, the louder she cried, and the louder she cried the more Chris pushed in with his hip. Eric punched, and pushed into her navel and lower stomach deeply, letting her head fly back and hit Chris's arm. Then Eric stopped.
"One last one for each of us." Eric said. "I'll go first." They untied her hands and began their final punches
A deep blow to her navel was his final blow and he kept it there, and pushed up again. Eric took Scott's place, and Scott's punch landed into her solar plexus. She cried out loudly, managing the word "STOP!" Then it was Chris, he was the final judge. He lifted her head and looked at her face, she was sorry, he knew that, they knew that, and she knew that most of all.
"I would suggest having our work tomorrow bitch, or this won't even compare to what we'll do to you tomorrow. This will all seem like a bad dream....I want my homework. Got it?!"
With that a massive punch flew into her lower stomach, letting her finally fall back and hitting the ground, her eyes closed and she was out again. Eric picked her up and laid her on the couch, and placed a blanket over her as if she had come home and took a nap. A quarter till six, good timing. She awoke at the sound of her mothers voice.
"May are you okay? You've been asleep since we got home, and its midnight." She sat up quickly, she was sore, bruised and tired.
"Yeah mom I'm fine. I think I'll just go on to bed now." She said.
"Okay sweetheart. Oh before you go to bed again. Did you finish your homework??"