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Jefferson High
All stories on this web site are purely FICTIONAL. The people depicted within these stories only exist in someone's IMAGINATION. Any resemblence between anyone depicted in these stories and any real person, living or dead, is an incredible COINCIDENCE too bizarre to be believed. If you think that you or someone you know is depicted in one of these stories it's only because you're a twisted perverted little fucker who sees conspiracies and plots where none exist. You probably suspect that your own MOTHER had sex with ALIENS and COWS and stuff. Well, she didn't. It's all in your head. Now take your tranquilizers and RELAX.
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.
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| Chapt2: It Begins |
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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.
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| Chapt3: First Meeting |
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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.
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| Chapt4: The Change of Mind |
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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.
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| Chapt5: The Set-up |
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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.
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| Chapt6: Taken |
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"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.
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