A Bully's Town

[Savvi]

The last bell of school had rung, signalling that everyone was free to leave, except for the ocasional student who had dentention, or an after school activity. Teachers tried to get in last minute assignments as students carelessly left the room, riled up, and ready to leave. 

Kayla didn't care that the rest of the students wanted to leave, she got up and headed towards her locker. She ignored most of the people around her. She was new to the town, and wasn't interested in making friends. There had been a few girls in her Math class she had striked up a conversation with, but something seemed off about them and she had a hard time connecting with them.

After school was over, she often headed to the school library, it was always desserted by the time she stepped inside, and was most definatly peaceful and quiet. It was somewhere to go besides home, where her mother and father had recently divorced. She went with her mother who had decided to return to her hometown and drag her along. Kayla was sour about starting a new school, but had no choice unless she wanted to stay with her cheating, drunk of a father. She would just finish her homework before heading home.

Her dark black hair framed her face, and fell over her shoulders as she walked. A textbook gripped in her hands, her attention was on the walls of the hallways. Gazing at the display of ads riddled with football games, cheerleader try-out and tickets now being on sale for the current dance. She wasn't fully paying attention to where she was going. Her light pink shirt clung tightly to her slender body, however not in an dis appropriate way. Ripped blue jeans had been the style of her old high school, and thus that's what she was still wearing. 

 

[I_Am_Nobody]

Halltown was a very pleasant place, its size hovering between a large town and a small city. Most of the corruption and crime of the big cities seemed to pass this place by, and in the min of Kayla's mother it was the perfect place to raise a daughter away from the floozies and boozers that turned her father into a jackass. And it would have been, ten years ago.

But ten years ago, the Morgans had moved into town. With seemingly endless financial resources, the family quickly began to purchase or otherwise acquire virtually every business and piece of land in the town until they virtually owned the town and everything in it. Nathan and Jennifer Morgan quickly rose to positions of political power, intimidating and dominating the other city councilmen until their voices were the only ones that mattered. Within three years, the Morgan family ruled Halltown in everything but name. The parents seemed content to leave the town to its own devices while they used its resources to further their own goals, ones that had nothing to do with Halltown and targeted far more valuable targets, and so the people had eventually come to accept their 'rulers.' The remarkably unfortunate fates of those who tried to stand against them were also rather helpful in keeping the masses subjugated.

Yet it was neither Nathan nor his wife that eventually became the scourge of the town. Early on their son had learned that he was untouchable, and he took full advantage of it.


The Halltown High School was shaped rather like a large figure eight, with the library sitting in one corner of the first floor. Kayla, upon the second floor, could have either gone downstairs and headed for the library or stayed on the second floor until she was directly above the library and gone down then. Had she gone downstairs, quite a lot of unpleasant events may have been avoided. But she remained on the second floor, and so her absent-minded walk took her directly towards the increasingly loud disturbance at the end of the hall.


With a grunt of pain the boy was slammed into the wall, Greg's thick arm forced up against the nerd's throat and forcing him to desperately gasp for air. "Should have just paid up," Greg growled as his fist slammed into the boy's stomach, knocking the wind from him entirely. He left the boy hanging up there, choking and sobbing as he tried to breathe before finally letting the bespectacled boy collapse to the ground.

"I'm afraid he's right," came his voice, the uncrowned prince of the town. Samuel Morgan was fairly tall for a senior; he wasn't overly muscled or strong, but he didn't need to be when gorillas like Greg were on his side. His habitual, cruel smile was upon his lips as he walked towards the sobbing nerd, almost casually seizing a handful of the boy's hair and jerking him up to his knees. "You know the rules. This could all have been avoided. But now I'm afraid there have to be consequences," he added as his smile widened slightly, not paying any attention to the girl in the pink shirt and torn jeans approaching them; he expected her to just walk past and try to ignore them, just like every other student that passed by. No one wanted to risk pissing off Samuel.

 

[Savvi]

Kayla Everhart was a nobody and she liked it that way. She usually never even  paid attention to anything that happened to the halls. They were too crowded, but with the halls being empty, the few people that were in them were very noticeable. 

At her previous school, Kayla Everhart was far from being popular, but she was no dork either. She'd watched plenty of kids getting beat up, she never said a work to the attackers, and had merely stood and watched or turned a blind eye. So when she heard Greg, a student that she was pretty sure was in one of her classes she thought nothin of it, and almost passed the group who was holding a smaller nerd against the lockers. 

She was almost pass them, having not even given them a glance before she heard another man talk. His voice was that of someone who held dominance, and cruelty. It sent chills down Kayla's spine, and for some reason caused her to stop behind them and watch. 

Her gaze looked from Greg, and the student and then landed on Samuel. He stood much taller than her and she had to look upward to watch him. She watched his actions towards the helpless boy and something in her stirred. She began to feel an urge deep inside her, a mix of anger and... Something else that she couldn't quite put her finger on... Loathe maybe? What ever the feeling was, she couldn't shake as she continued to watch the scene.

"Hey!" she suddenly snapped as she moved forward and pressed her delicate hands against his back as he shoved him forward. "Just who do you think you are!? Leave that poor kid alone!" 

Being new Kayla Everhart had never heard of Samuel Morgan, aside from seeing the senior about the school the first few days she had no idea who he was. Had she maybe heard his name, or had someone mentioned who he was she had considered not being so aggressive. She would have avoided him like the plague. She was aware of the Morgans owning most of the town, however she was not aware that their son was going to her school. Nor had she ever put a face to any of the Morgans name. 

 

[I_Am_Nobody]

Samuel barely even noticed the girl shouting at him, didn't even register her presence as anything worthy of attention until her hands were upon him, shoving him away from his latest victim and eliciting a cry of pain from the tortured nerd until Samuel reflexively let go of the boy's hair, leaving him sprawled upon the cold tile floor. He stumbled a few steps before he managed to catch his balance, slowly turning to face the girl with genuine surprise on his face.

He wasn't the only one; only a few other students were in the hallways, yet the gasp had almost been audible as the unknown girl dared to shove the unshovable. No one spoke, yet he could practically see their minds racing as they witnessed the smallest of chinks in his armor, knew that the news would soon be all over the school. By the end of the day everyone would know that the girl had pushed him, that she had dared to interrupt him, dared to threaten him, that perhaps the master of their lives was no so invincible after all. That was simply unacceptable.

Very slowly he straightened, readjusting the leather jacket he wore over a plain grey t-shirt and jeans as he watched the girl with death in his eyes. "Greg," he said calmly. There was a moment of silence, and he finally shot a glance at his enforcer; the lummox was still staring at the girl with a dumbstruck expression. "Restrain her," he ordered in a slightly louder voice, the massive boy finally realizing he was being addressed. With a faint nod Greg moved forward, a thick fist slamming into Kayla's gut and knocking the breath from her. Before she could recover from the blow he had moved again, huge hands gripping her arms tightly and painfully twisting them behind her.

"It seems," Samuel began, glancing towards the petrified nerd, "that something more important then dealing with you has come up. I trust you know what will happen if I ever see you again without the money?" The nerd nodded frantically, and as soon as Samuel made a dismissive motion the boy scrambled to his feet and sprinted down the hallways, dashing for the stairs and away as soon as he could.

"Now then," the prince continued, taking a few steps forward to stare at the girl restrained by his trained gorilla. "What am I going to do with you?" he asked aloud, an almost curious tone in his voice.

 

[Savvi]

Kayla had not expected the gasps that came from the students around. She hadn't expected the voices to quickly start to whisper. Evan a few people whipped out their cell phones to snap pictures, or to text what they had just witnessed. It only took Kayla those few seconds for her to realize she was not only a nobody anymore, but someone who had done something that seemed quite worthy of a fate worse than death. 

The time it took for the next events to happen to seem to drag by rather slowly, as the tall bully adjusted himself and spoke once again. Her gaze turned from the taller man as he spoke Greg's name, and her head snapped towards the other man who had been helping pick on the poor boy who was still sobbing on the floor in the background. 

She looked between the two males while there was an painstaking silence. Certainly, the man before her wasn't considering coming after her? She was defenseless and had merely pushed him. Not to mention she was a girl, wasn't there a rule that Boys don't hit girls? Her thoughts scattered when Greg moved forward. 

She went to turn and run, but wasn't far enough to even turn before Greg was on her. The blow to her lithe body was harsh on her stomach. The breath left her body and her arms instinctively went to wrap around her stomach, before her arms were caught and forced behind her. 

Kayla let out a deep breathless cry as her arms were pulled back. The pain was intense, and sharp as it began from her lower forearm being twisted the wrong way. It didn't stop until she felt the stress on her muscles in her shoulder blades, and a very painful throb. She couldn't even remotely pull away without the burning sensation igniting and causing more pain in her arms.

Kayla had fought plenty of times with her sister who was merely a year younger than her, however Courtney Everhart was not nearly as aggressive as the punch she had just received, and her scratches and hair pulling had never hurt as much as the limbs behind her back.

She watched as the nerd scamper down the hall, before her gaze slowly trailed back upward towards the mysterious man. For the first time since Kayla Everhart had come to this town, her emerald green eyes made contact with unknown to her, a Morgan. 

"Let me go." the captive stated as she tried to remain calm. "I'll report you." he threatened.

 

[I_Am_Nobody]

Samuel laughed as she threatened to report him, his eyes widening a little when he realized she actually though it would help. "I'm starting to think you have no idea who I am," he said slowly, shaking his head at the ignorance of the world. "Too bad that doesn't excuse you." He glanced up at the small crowd; there were five other students watching them, four boys and a girl, all of them sophomores or juniors. They were the witnesses to his disgrace, and so they would be the witnesses to this girl's punishment. "All of you," he snapped, the others visibly flinching as they realized he was speaking to them, "with me."

Quickly he led them down a hallway to an empty and dark classroom, pulling a key from his pocket that quickly unlocked the door. Greg followed, forcibly dragging the girl along and easily overpowering her attempts to escape, while the witnesses slowly filed in after them. At last Samuel shut and locked the door behind them, turning to glance at the small crowd. Greg was tightly holding the stranger in the center of the room, his classmates against the back wall and watching him nervously.

"Cunt," he snapped, and the sophomore girl quickly straightened.

"Y-yes?" she asked hesitantly. He didn't know her name, had barely even spoken to the girl after he raped her...last year? Probably. But she knew that whenever Samuel Morgan said the word cunt, every girl in the room had damn well better snap to attention. She was no more then fifteen, wearing a tight tube top that exposed her flat stomach and a short skirt, far shorter then the school's dress code technically allowed; apparently she was uncomfortable in the clothes, but that hadn't stopped her from wearing them every time Kayla had seen her in the halls.

Samuel waved towards the boys she stood beside. "Get them ready," he ordered, and Cunt hesitated for only a moment before she nodded, pushing her long brown hair behind her ears and kneeling down before the boys. Before Kayla's startled eyes the girl reached out to unzip the pants of the four boys before her, pulling their cocks free and leaning forward to slowly lick each of them in turn as she took a cock in each hand. The boys seemed much less nervous now, starting to get an idea of what would be happening as wide grins began to slowly appear on their faces.

"Now then," Samuel said quietly, glancing towards the strange new girl. He made a slight motion downwards, Greg painfully twisting her arms and forcing her down until she was upon her knees before the town's prince. "You have exactly one chance to make things right," he said quietly, stepping forward until he was standing directly before the girl, staring down at her with a cruel, twisted smile. A hand fell into a pocket and emerged with a large pocketknife, idly opening and closing the blade as he spoke. "There are six cocks in this room. Beg to suck them, all of them."

 

[Savvi]

Kayla wasn't sure what to think as he laughed at her. The look he gave her made her grow even more uneasy, and as if that wasn't enough to cause an even worse feeling to grow in the pit of her stomach, the way the other students reacted to him was.

As she was forced down the hall, she dragged her feet, struggling at any attempt she could to free herself from the strong demon-like grip he had on her. It was clear that even most of the teachers had left the school as the lights had been turned off in all the classrooms. She was forced into the room with the rest of the students.

Kayla watched this domineering man's sick little circus begin before her, and she pondered if maybe she was in some weird dream of twilight zone. The way the students stumbled and listened to this man... just who exactly was he? Her attention turned towards the girl as she was crudely called out.

Her already pained stomach did flips as she watched the nervous girl work the first cock out of the boy's pants and her emerald eyes grew wide with shock, she stared for a long time in utter flabbergast until the strain on her arms grew worse and she was pushed onto her knees. She cried out as the uncontrolled pain distracted her from the girl.

She was already short enough, and on her knees Samuel looked even more god-like from her current angle. It made it hard on her to look up at the human beast, but she felt it would give him more satisfaction had she looked away. Kayla watched as his hand slide into his pocket and revealed something no student in any school should have. Her eyes remained on the knife as he spoke, his words cutting into her thoughts much like she imagined he might do with the knife if she refused his wishes.

However, She wasn't quite sure that this stranger would go so far as to harm her. Such a thing couldn't possibly be allowed, besides how would he keep all these students quiet about such a thing? She wasn't sure that she should continue to challenge this man, but she also wasn't sure that she could fall into anymore trouble than she currently was.

So, Against her better judgement, Kayla Everhart challenged him even more. She gazed downwards as she decided what to do. She wanted to spit in his face... but clearly wouldn't be able to do so in her current position and instead pulled all the saliva from her mouth to her lips as she spat on his shoe.

 

[I_Am_Nobody]

The cruel smile remained on Samuel's face as the glob of spit landed upon his shoe, though rage flashed in his eyes at the blatant defiance. He couldn't just punish this girl now. He needed to destroy her, rip her mind and body apart and leave her nothing but a broken shell. That would require a careful deconstruction of her psyche, but he could afford a bit of rash behavior. With that thought in mind his spit-covered shoe slammed into the girl's gut, the vicious kick knocking the breath from her lungs.

The pain ceased her struggles for a moment, just long enough for the massive boy's grip upon her to shift and force her wrists together. With a single huge hand he held them together while he dug a pair of steel handcuffs from his pocket, quickly snapping them over her wrist and leaving her arms bound behind her back. With a faint grunt of exertion he dragged her backwards, finally lifting her up and slamming her down upon the teacher's desk, her arms trapped painfully beneath her. "I guess we'll just do this the hard way," Samuel said lightly, almost conversationally as he stepped forwards towards her, the knife's exposed blade shining in the room's fluorescent light.

Greg's thick hands kept her shoulders pinned to the desk as Samuel approached from the side, the blade briefly hovering over her face to show her just how sharp the razor's edge was. At last the knife moved, easily slicing through the thin fabric of her shirt and parting the strap of her bra beneath. Casually he flipped her shirt open, her breasts exposed to the cool air of the room and six pairs of hungry eyes. The four boys against the wall were openly staring at her now, Cunt's gentle ministrations keeping all of them rock hard as she switched between licking or masturbating all four of them.

"Regretting your choice yet?" Samuel asked casually as he took Greg's place near her head, the massive boy moving around to seize her thrashing legs. More pairs of handcuffs were produced, each one binding one of her ankles to the leg of the desk and keeping her legs forced wide apart, only her tight jeans left to protect her modesty.

 

[Savvi]

Kayla felt his foot connect, and once again the air was knocked from her. Much painfully than when she'd been punched. Her mind and site flashed black as a grunt expelled from deep within her throat. Seconds after she felt conscious again, her back landed against the desk with a rough 'thump!' 

She went to sit up before she felt the aggressive hands against her shoulders holding her down. Her eyes caught the deep glint of the knife in the light and her heart began to race in panic. She desperately struggled to get up until she froze as the knife was held in front of her face. 

A wave of relaxation rose over her as the blade moved from her face until she heard the rough sounds of her shirt being cut free from her. Her eyes grew wide as she let out a modest gasp. Her face flushing a bright red as her shirt was peeled back from her.

She felt the grip on her legs as they were forced towards the desk and she thrashed her legs about. Her exposed breasts bouncing about as she did so. Crying out a little panic as her legs were bound to the desk. She attempted to pull her legs together with no avail. Her green eyes glared towards the man above her head... However she said nothing at his question. 

 

[I_Am_Nobody]

"Nothing? Such a shame," Samuel said quietly as Greg rose, nodding to his boss that the girl's legs were secure. With a chuckle he moved back around to the other side of the desk, the flat of the knife's blade briefly laying against her stomach before it began to slice through the thin denim of her jeans. "I was rather hoping for a bit more rebellious banter, it's not often I get to hear any of it."

It took a bit of time for the fabric to finally part, but at last the jeans and her panties had been sliced entirely in half and pulled away, half of her pants pooling around each of her ankles. Casually he knelt down and briefly rummaged through her pockets, coming up with her cell phone tucked into his pocket and her belt in his hands. "I suppose I'll just have to settle for this."

Suddenly he whipped the belt down, the leather strap biting into the taut flesh of her thighs. "Your name," Samuel said calmly as the belt rose, "is Meat." The belt fell again, fire writing itself across her breasts. "You exist to fuck," pain exploded upon her stomach, "and you exist to scream." With all of his strength he brought the belt down once more, the leather whistling through the air before it struck her exposed pussy.

"And I," he added as he tossed the belt aside, Kayla able to hear the damning sound of his zipper being undone, "am Samuel Morgan. My family owns this town, I own this school, and now," his hands fell upon her thighs and dragged her towards the edge of the desk, his cruel face all she could see as he leaned forward to pin her on the desk beneath him. "I own you."

With no warning he thrust forward, several inches of thick cock slamming into her dry cunt with the first brutal strike.

 

[Savvi]

Kayla felt the chilled blade of the knife against her stomach. She began to grow increasingly aware of the blade digging slightly into her stomach, and then working into her jeans. She then began to stuggle, again. She didn't want her body to be exposed anymore than it already was. Her eyes watched as he took her cell phone. She was just about to protest the taking of her phone before she felt the sharp slap of her own belt across her thighs.

She let out a cry of pain as it came down across her exposed breasts. She could still feel the intense pain from her thighs, although at the moment she was distracted by the fresh pain across her chest. She wiggled in resistant as she let out another cry of pain. The pain grew more and more with every whip that landed on her body, and caused her to tense even more each time... All the while listening as Samuel introduced himself in a very harsh manor. When the belt landed on her pussy she indeed let out a sharp and pained scream as she lurched and tried to yank herself off the desk.

She felt his hands grip her welted thighs as she was dragged towards the edge of the desk and she grew more frantic. She looked up at him as he pinned her against the desk, she continued to stare at him as he spoke.

Her eyes grew wide as she felt every inch of his cock forced into her virgin pussy. She let out a another scream as her body tightened and tensed, her eyes began to water from the shock and pain of what was happening to her.

 

[I_Am_Nobody]

"Greg," Samuel said in a calm, almost casual tone as he began to slowly slide his cock out of her, virginal blood staining his shaft. "Shut her up, would you?" The massive boy grunted and moved around to the other side of the desk, a meaty hand reaching out to seize a fistful of her dark hair. Roughly he jerked her head down over the side of the desk, her eyes forced to stare at his crotch as he unzipped his jeans. A true monster emerged; Greg was at least a head taller then any other boy in the school, and his cock was just as big as the rest of him.

His other hand slammed down to grip her neck, tightly squeezing as he murmured quietly. "I feel teeth, and I break your neck," he growled in a low voice before his hips finally moved, the massive prick muffling her screams as it plunged into her mouth. The firm grip around her throat held his victim in place, grunting in pleasure as he treated her mouth like a toy.

Samuel's hands began to move as he brutally fucked her ravaged cunt; in only a few strokes he had forced his entire length into her dry pussy, and his hands fell upon her breasts. His chuckles rang in her ears as he squeezed and slapped the tender flesh, nails painfully digging into the skin. "Not bad at all, Meat," he laughed, needles of pain lancing through her as he tightly pinched her nipples. "I just may keep you." At last one hand fell away, pulling out her phone. "Say cheese."

She could barely see anything with her head trapped between Greg's legs, his huge cock eagerly starting to force its way down her screaming throat, but she could hear the telltale clicking of her phone taking photos, of her humiliation and torture being digitally immortalized.