Her decision was made.
Gary tensed as she began to speak, but he needn’t have worried.
"Just for the rest of the school year?" she confirmed, her voice trembling. "After that, I get the pictures and you leave me alone?"
He smirked. They had her! "Sure," he told her. "As soon as school’s over, you get everything, and no one will ever know this happened."
Ashley’s face twitched with tension, but she forced the hated words out of her mouth. "OK," she mumbled. "You win. I-I’ll do what you say."
Gary’s smirk widened to a grin.
"Oh… not what we say exactly," he chuckled. "We’re giving our rights over you to someone else. A friend."
As he said this, Karen walked out of the big closet. Ashley’s eyes widened with shock!
"No," she almost screamed, cringing under the duvet. "I didn’t agree to that. Not with her!" She began to cry again.
Gary was unrelenting. "It’s her or we give out the pictures." Ashley began to sob loudly, but after a few moments she nodded her assent. She had no choice.
Karen licked her full lips and moved forward towards her new toy, her eyes bright with excitement. Gary looked around at the others.
"C’mon," he said quietly. "Let’s leave these two alone. I’m sure they have plenty to talk about." Sharon and Neil immediately began walking out of the room. After a moment, Stacy got up and followed them out, still clothed only in her short skirt.
As they shut the door behind them they heard Karen’s voice, low and menacing: "Well, Ashley. First, we’ll discuss that joke you played on me last month…" The door began to shut. "Then maybe we’ll try some of that stuff you and Stacy were doing a little while ago… just to get started."
The door shut on Ashley’s sobbing.
Outside, on the main upstairs landing, Gary and Sharon sighed with relief. It had gone better than they had expected. Neil had gone downstairs for a beer when Stacy spoke up.
"G-Gary?" He looked over at the half-naked teenager. She made no effort to cover herself, but wouldn’t look him in the face. Instead, she lowered her eyes submissively.
"Yes?" His hand found Sharon’s and held on.
"That drug you gave us… I want some of it."
"Huh?" Gary was puzzled.
"That drug that makes me h-horny," Stacy explained, trembling. "I want some of it. It will make it easier for me… you know." She started to cry a little bit. "It h-hurts so much… sometimes. If I… if I’m… excited…"
"Ahh." Gary finally understood. He looked over at Sharon, who smirked back at him. He shrugged his shoulders. "Alright," he told her, "there’s still some left in your dad’s scotch. Use that."
"Thanks." Stacy brought her arms up across her chest and started to shiver.
"But first," Gary continued, smirking "you have to earn it." Stacy looked up, her green eyes wide. "Come here." He and Sharon led her into her parents' bedroom and shut the door behind her. She began to tremble when they started to remove their clothes, but she didn’t cry out or protest in any way.
She needed that drug.
Neil ran up the stairs two at a time, beer in hand, only to find the landing empty.
"Hello?" He looked around, puzzled. "Where is everybody?" He wandered along the landing until he came to a door. He opened it a crack and looked in. A bedroom. Inside, he saw Stacy sucking energetically at Gary’s cock as Sharon straddled her head and necked with Gary. Sharon’s thighs tightened and loosened on Stacy’s head as the blonde teenager sucked for all she was worth.
Quietly, Neil closed the door. Obviously they wanted to be alone. He stood there for a moment, took a swig from the beer can, and than walked back to the doorway to Stacy’s bedroom. He carefully opened it and peered in. He was greeted by the sound of rhythmic slaps of flesh against flesh as Karen had Ashley, still naked, over her knee and was spanking her vigorously. Ashley’s lush bottom was bright red and shining from Karen’s attentions, and the brunette was crying and sobbing as she squirmed on the other girl’s knee.
"I’m sorry… I’m sorry… I’m sorry… please, don’t… don’t… I’m sorry, I won’t… please…"
The begging continued until Karen finished the spanking and turned the older girl over, still balancing her on her knees. Still sobbing and babbling apologies, Ashley offered no objection as Karen cradled her in her arms and began caressing her large breasts. Neil slowly closed the door.
He stood on the landing for a few moments, undecided, and then shrugged his shoulders.
"Maybe there’s some football or something on TV," he muttered, walking slowly back down the stairs.
Part Eight
The "musicians" of the rock band thrashed away for all they were worth on the tiny stage of the Greenwood High School gymnasium, but their collective efforts produced nothing more than a wash of reverberating mush as the over-amplified music bounced randomly back and forth off the bare, wooden walls of the box-shaped gym. The kids didn’t care, though. They never did. As usual, they just milled around, boys on one side, girls on the other, with the few couples brave enough to dance bouncing awkwardly up and down - more or less in time with the deep throb of the bass - in the centre of the floor.
The walls of the gym were festooned with bright pink balloons; blue and pink streamers created a curtain over each doorway; a number of bowls of pink grapefruit punch (three of them now, predictably, spiked with vodka) sat on a long table against one wall; and a large banner proclaiming "Happy Valentine’s Day" in large pink letters (the "i", of course, dotted with a heart) hung over the stage where the band was playing.
A typical Valentine’s Day dance at Greenwood High.
In keeping with the theme, Stacy arrived at the dance wearing pink and blue. She was beautifully decked out in an extremely short pink skirt (no more than four inches below her bum) and a sleeveless, powder blue blouse. This, along with the pink knee-socks and white high-heeled shoes gave her an appealing, little girl look, which was enhanced by the fact that she was wearing her hair in a pony tail.
The look, however, hadn’t been her choice. Very little was, these days. The outfit had been selected by Sharon to create this effect. In fact, Sharon was now frequently picking out which clothes Stacy should wear for specific occasions. Nothing too startlingly different from Stacy’s usual mode of dress, but always a bit more revealing than Stacy would have chosen on her own. Gradually, over the course of the last couple of months, Sharon had been taking over various aspects of Stacy’s life in general. Stacy had objected at first, but Sharon had made the usual threats, and Stacy had inevitably capitulated. As well, Sharon was now able to compel Stacy’s obedience by threatening to cut off her supply of Gary’s drugs. By now, Stacy was reliant upon Gary’s mixture, which allowed her to get excited when having sex; without it, her enforced promiscuity would have been - and had been, before the session with Ashley - extremely painful. She was becoming, in Sharon’s words, "well trained".
A well trained slut.
As it was, the combination of drugs and scotch allowed her to get at least some enjoyment from the sex, a vital advantage since she was having it so regularly. As well as the large number of guys she was still required to fuck to meet her quota of sixty-five before the end of the year, her blackmailers had ordered her not to refuse repeat business. Every time someone she had already had sex with asked for more, she had to say yes (provided, of course, that the asker was willing to pay the five dollars). As a result, she was now fucking and sucking daily, sometimes two, three or even four times. Inevitably, this led to her getting a reputation for putting out, which in turn led more guys to try to fuck her. On the surface, nothing had changed, and she still held her position in the school hierarchy, but among many if not most of the guys at school, the word was out: Stacy Richards was a hot slut, who dropped her panties at the slightest pretext. This was not, strictly speaking, entirely true. In the last couple of weeks, Stacy had stopped wearing panties (another of Sharon’s "suggestions"); it was too much trouble getting them on and off, and too many pairs were ruined. Pants were also a thing of the past; the new Stacy only wore short skirts.