The Breaking Point (Alvis Alendran&littlebaby2221)

[Alvis Alendran]

Day in, day out, it was always the same thing. Routine was conforting to some, let them function in an otherwise difficult world. But really, sometimes routine could be a crushing thing. Some people spent their lives just trrying to get away from their routine, to find some point of comfort or enjoyment in their lives. Some people took that to mean that if they could get away with it, they could do it, and that didn't always sit well with people. Sometimes, it pushed them. Sometimes they were pushed entirely too far.

"One last time. Walk me through it." The young man asked. He was on the taller side for his age, being around five foot ten, but he was thin, drawn, like he hadn't filled out in bulk to fit his frame. Tossled brown hair and soft brown eyes rounded out his look, but right at the moment, his eyes weren't the normal soft tone, they were hard, cold, and under it all they were nervous.
"We've been through it twice. Why again?" One of the other young men in the room demanded. He was shorter, but had the bulk his friend lacked, and then some.
"Humour me. If this is going to work, then it has to be perfect." There was a sigh, but one of hte young men spoke up.
"We go in through the gym entrance, they keep it propped open to keep it cool. There's no metal detectors or guards there. The lock on the door is crap though, so we jam it shut, and set up a trip mine. Then we got and secure all the doors, finishing with the main entrance. Once that's done...we move from place to place and mop up the people that we need to. When the cops get here, we stand them off for a little while, long enough to finish up, and then we head to the basement storage, adn use the old tunnels to bail out to the river." The speaker was average height with long strawberry blond hair tied back from his face. Blue eyes and a trim build would make most people think that he would be popular with the ladies, and he might have been. If not for the twice broken nose, and the raking scar across his face from a fight that had gotten far far out of hand.
"Good. Now, there's eight of us. That means we should be able to secure the entrances in about twelve minutes. Remember. Seal them up, rig a deterrent, then move on. Try not to talk to people, or draw much attention to us. Let's get going."

The gym they entered into wasn't occupied at this point. It usually didn't have a class in it until the second period, which was excatly what they needed. Each person carried a hockey bag that made them grunt under the weight of it. Their seeming leader did a head count. The heavyset young man, Rob, was heading out with his friend, Jimmy. Jimmy was taller than most of them, and stuck out a lot, given that he was one of only about eight black people in the school. Most people didn't care much, but enough did that Jimmy had thrown his lot in with them.

The blond man moved away with his chosen partner in crime, the least expected member of their little group. Just over five feet tall, rail thin and with long dark hair, Jade was the only woman aomng them. Nothing had gone right for Jade in a long time. Her grades were barely enough to keep her moving, her parents had both passed away recently, and what was more, losing her father to a bad bout of cancer hadn't gotten her any sympathy. If anything, she'd been mocked even more by the pack of girls that seemed to make it their mission to make her miserable.

The next pair was Garret, someone that looked like they belonged on a football team, he ahd the size adn biuld for it, but as luck would have it he had terrible balance and coordination, making him hopeless everytime he tried a sport. That hadn't gone unnoticed, and nearly every jock in the school had been on him since day one over it. Garret's partner was Don, and Don wasn't much bigger than Jade. Don probably wouldn't have been there at all, but he'd seen how many people had been ready to do this and thrown in with them. Making a grand final statement was worth anything to him. He'd never be forgotten after this.

That left the leader, Max, and his own partner, Maurice. The two had been friends as long as they could remember, and when one hit the breaking opoint, the other ahd been right there along with him. They both just smiled to one another, adn moved off to do their job.

First period had the halls clear, which was what they needed. They knew there was a single guard int he building, a precaution agaisnt what they were here to do. But they had taken that into account. Max stepped to the first set of doors and knelt, opening up his bag. He withdrew the key to this whole thing. It was a set of bars that fit into the doors, preventing the unlocking bars from being pressed, thus securing them. The school used them to keep the building closed after hours, but these were different. They had a lock on the bottom to keep them in place. No one could take them off without the key. And with the plan they had, no one was going to need themn, so they hadn't bothered to even bring keys with them. There was no way through them without a torch and a half hour. As he was setting the last lock, he looked up to see Maurice finishing the deterrant. It was a simple thing, a tripwire connected to the pin on a hand grenade. A hand grenade taped to teh side of a propane tank. If that went off, it would kill everyone in the hall really.

They lef teh door, heading for hte other one they were tasked with.
"Hey, shouldn't you boys be in class?" A voice called to them as they passed a hall. Max cursed, but reached into the bag for what he needed, and slid it out. He waved Maurice on to the doors, waiting for hte voice to show itself. When the owner of the voice came into view, Max smiled. The guard. He aimed the item he'd withdrawn, adn fired. The taser jumped out and hit the guard, making him go rigid and fall tot he ground, twitching. Max smiled as he approached, and took the gun fromt he guard. He then used the guards own cuffs to restrain him. He looked to see Maurice finishing up with trhe doors, setting hte trip wire for the other 'deterrant' as well.

"Check in. How are we doing?" Max asked into a radio.
"Ready."
"Ready."
"Ready." Max smiled at that last word. All was ready.

"Go live." He said, and reached back into his bag. he pulled out the shape of a rifle, a long clip on it. He marched towards a classroom, and opened the door hard enough it banged open. When the teacher jumped, adn turned to see who it was, Max simply aimed the rifle and fired it. The bullet hit the teacher in the face, throwing him back into his desk to fall tot he ground. Max turned to teh class, a wide grin on his face, and started shooting into the other students. There was a sound of gunfire from down the fdhall as the others started their work.

 

[solacing]

the day started off like any normal day, delilah woke up, got dressed and set off for school, the same thing she did every other morning, she met up with her group of friends, completely ignoring the ‘misfits’ that never seemed to really blend in well with the rest of the students.

she wasn’t as bad as her friends had been when it came down to them, she laughed occasionally to fit in, but she was never the one who started it or really said anything all that mean.

she wasn’t entirely innocent in the whole thing though, one of the misfits, happened to be her ex best friend, someone she completely ignored and dropped the moment she got into the popular crowd, and as guilty as she sometimes felt, she didn’t regret it. mainly because she was so much happier now, and her group of friends were definitely people she wanted to hold onto.

delilah was considered one of the most popular girls in the school, though she wasn’t as mean as most people, she just never helped anyone when it came down to those being bullied. she had long blonde hair that she had curled at the ends, a thin but somewhat curvy figure, and a firm but round ass, with 32D cups, and baby blue eyes.

she was the ideal dream girl, i guess you could say.

it was midway through the day when it happened. the screams that echoed the hallways were too loud for anybody to ignore. the shots being fired were too much of a coincidence to ignore either, nobody in the classroom moved, they all froze to their spots staring at the door in fear, never once in her life had she thought she would be in this situation.

everything happened way too quickly, one second she was sitting in her chair copying from a textbook, the next she was under the teachers desk, her hands over her ears as she stared at the lifeless bodies of the students that once occupied the room, she couldn’t even fully remember what had happened, the man. she figured he was a Male from the way he walked, had stormed into the classroom, and shot at anybody he saw, some were lucky enough to die instantly, and others just lay there bleeding out.

she was the only smart one that had hid under the desk during the commotion, though she knew he knew she was there from the screams that emitted from her lips once the shots had fired, she hadn’t even had time to send a text to her parents, or her younger sister.

she never got to say goodbye.

she watched hopelessly as the mans boots came into view, her heart beating so loudly in her chest, a hand over her mouth to silence the cries that continued to free fall.

 

[Alvis Alendran]

Max was breathing hard, the aftereffects of what he'd done ringing in his veins. He'd just mowed down a classroom. Well, a classroom save for one that seemed to be hiding under the desk. And that was fine. He didn't know who he was dealing with, but he knew better than to give this person a chance to get to him. He moved to the side of the desk, and kicked it, sliding it back to at least partly expose who was hiding under it. His eyes went wide when he saw who it was under the desk.
"Delilah?" he all but gasped as he picked out features he'd known for forever. They'd been close, good friends, the very best really. Maurice had kind of stepped into that role now, but if Max was honest the guy was a pale imitation of what he;d had with Delilah. Or at least what he'd thought he had with her.


He snapped the gun back around at her, the barrel just a few inches away from her face. She'd abandoned him, cast him aside when she'd found the popular crowd. But he was not disposable. He whad a moment here that he coudl square the account, bring it to balanced once more. All he had to do was pull the trigger. But still he hesitated. She hadn't been directly responsible for his misery, but she hadn't helped either, and he'd been years on the end of her new friends miserable assaults. A bullet just didn't seem to him like it would really sqaure things up between them, not like this, not now.
"Get up off the floor." He ordered her, gesturing with the gun. March. Head for the library." He told her.

The library was a spot that they'd picked to hole up in once they'd done most of hte damage that they wanted. They were supposed to simply hole up there, adn his bringing Delilah there might mess thigns up a little, but he was willing to take that chance. The library was just below ground level, and it only had one way in or out, making it ideal for keeping things defended and contained. While he'd planned to mow down any number of other lcasses, right now he had a far different goal in mind.

 

[solacing]

her eyes had all but widened the moment she saw who was on the other end of the barrel, max. never once had she ever imagined that someone like him would have the guts to pull off something like this, he was never a dangerous person. poor guy probably could never hurt a fly when they were friends, but i guess people have changed, it’s been almost three years since they stopped being actual friends and a lot can change in that time.

her eyes zeroed in on the gun, barely registering his other words, though not wanting to die, she stood on shaky legs, her heart clenching once she saw the pool of dead bodies cluttering the floor, oh god. closing her eyes tightly, she stepped over the bodies of the people that were not even alive ten minutes ago,

outside the classroom seemed to be worse, there was people dressed in black clothing, masks covering their faces as they yelled orders at people before not so nicely shooting them and effectively ending their life’s, she flinched as she watched bodies hit the floor, the screaming never once dying down, why hadn’t help come yet?

she pulled open the door to the library coming to a stop almost immediately, she didn’t know where he wanted her to go, or what he wanted her to do, her breathing picked up as she eyeballed him. “Why are you doing t-this?”

 

[Alvis Alendran]

Max paused as she stumbled out her question. It was an obvious one, but he had to admit that it did warrant some answers. He looked up at hte library, seeing if anyone else was in there. Sure enough, it looked like one class had been sent down here for reading materials. They were hunkered down under tables though, trying to stay completely out of sight.
"Because everyone has a breaking point Del. And here's what happens when I hit mine." He told her bluntly, feeling his anger heating up again, memories coming to the fore of every time he'd been derided, mocked, and belittled by her crew, and every time she never spoke a word, leaving him out to dry.

He shoved her into the room hard, looking to put her on the ground, and he fired a shot at the room, chips flying from a tabletop.
"I want everyone lined up by the wall, or no one will be breatrhing in one minute!" He shouted, panning hte gun around at the room again. People scrambled to obey him. He aimed the gun back at Delilah. "Not you. You stay there." He warned her, taking in what she was wearing, the curves of her, and the difference that three years had made. He let out a breath as he realized that as soon as any of his support got here, he'd have a very different idea of what to do with her. The barrel of his gun slid along her shirt, sliding up unde the material, and Max smiled at her as he did.

 

[solacing]

She was hoping with everything in her that nobody would’ve been in the library, she really didn’t want to see him shoot anybody else, especially whilst she was there, she didn’t think she could handle that, her eyes locked on the students that hurried to obey max’s order, a faint smile on her lips as she attempted to calm them down, normally she would’ve just looked right past them, but this was a different occasion, and she didn’t have her circle of friends to influence her, this time.

She flinched as her ass hit the floor, her hands flying to cover her eyes as she watched him fire into the room, the class letting out a terrified scream, something that she was possible was going to haunt her for the rest of her life.

Normally when people hit their breaking point, they harm themselves, not take a gun and go shooting up a school full of somewhat innocent students and teachers who didn’t even want to be there in the first place.

Her breathing hitched as she watched the gun slide under her shirt, a shiver running down her spine at how cold the metal was, please don’t do anything else. she would never dare voice that out loud, mainly for the fear of upsetting him, she shockingly wanted to leave this place alive.

 

[Alvis Alendran]

Max felt himself panting at the thought of what else he might acheive in his current state. The gun made him feel like he had all the power in the world distilled into a single form. She she didn't speak, and he took that as encouragement as he slid the gun higher, higher still, beofre the barrel was touching alongher breasts, her shirt dragged high enough that he had appealing sights to take in from her.

The door banged open as Maurice stepped in, shoving a a girl in front of him. Max recognized her. Betty, one of the members of Delilah's crew, it was an opportunity.
"Cover the wall." Max ordered, and Maurice didn't hesitate to swing his weapon to the wall, the students there, making them flinch back from his attentions. Max point to Betty,and then snapped his fingers, pointing to a spot beside Delilah. "Move." He ordered her. Betty didn't delay in her motions, coming over to where Delilh was laying. He pressed teh gun into her flesh, pressure making it clear he had her cold.

"Get on your knees. Now." He ordered. He pulledthe gun away from her, aiming it at Betty. He undid his belt, freeing his cock from teh confines of his clothes. Maurice looked over at him, wonderingwhat he was up to, since this wasn' in the plan. "Take it in your mouth. Or I'll shoot her." He warned, pressing the barrel of his gun to Betty's gut. There was real ferear in Betty's eyes, the stunned disbelief that it had come to this. But here they were.

 

[solacing]

delilah squeezed her eyes closed as she felt the gun move higher, the cold metal doing nothing to keep the fear down, she bit back a remark, she wanted to scream at him, and tell him what he was doing was fucked, but he technically had the upper hand, and well, a gun.

her eyes fluttered open at the sudden commotion, her eyes widening as she watched betty be shoved into the room, before joining her on the floor, she dragged her gaze over to the male that had walked in, she recognised him from the times she passed the hall, or well, her ‘crew’ had made fun of him, he was always with max.

her breathing became irregular as she watched the gun dig further into bettys gut, she wasn’t as close to betty as she was some of the others in the group, but they were still friends and she had lost too many of those today, she turned her head, as she watched him undo his belt, gulping as his cock swung free.

she, as shocking as it was, had never done anything like this before, she wasn’t a slut, she wanted to wait unlike the other girls, something they never knew about her, only, max did, at least he knew she was a virgin three years ago.

a tear slid down her cheek as she moved closer to him, lifting herself up onto her knees so she could get to him better, am i really about to do this? she was, unfortunately, because he hadn’t give her any other options, and she didn’t want to see the inside of her friend.

with a shaky breath, she slowly wrapped her lips around the tip of her ex best friends cock, she hated this already.

 

[Alvis Alendran]

Max gave a shuddering breath as he felt her lips go around his cock head, the fact that pretty much every fibre of his being knew that this was incredibly wrong of him to be doing. This was Dleilah, she'd been his friend, they had shared so much over the years...and now he was deciding that he was not going to simply take revenge, he was goig to take so very much from her that she would never get back.

He moved his free hand around to land on her head gently, and he used it to apply pressure onto her, drawing her farther onto his cock. He kept pulling on her, lwatching as his cock vanished into her mouth.

Maurice looked oer at him, seeing what he was doing, looking surprised at what was going on. He wanted to speak up about it, but he also didn't want to startle Delilah while she was starting on him.

 

[solacing]

she squeezed her eyes closed, having trouble believing that this was actually happening, and he was actually forcing her to do this, she had to keep thinking of betty and how much she really didn’t want to watch someone die in front of her eyes, although she had been in a classroom full of students who got shot at, so it wouldn’t make much difference.

all she knew, was that after this day she would never be the same again, for various reasons.

she scrunched her nose up in disgust as she felt him shudder, his hand finding its way onto her head, pushing her further down onto his cock, a gag pushing past her lips as she felt him hit the back of her throat, her eyes ventured over towards his friend, as she sent him a pleading look, shooting up a school was one thing, but making someone give you head at gun point was a complete different thing.

 

[Alvis Alendran]

Max spared a glance at Betty who was trying not to shift away from the gun barrel. Max adjusted his stance slightly, making sure that she coudln't really escape.

Maurice saw the look from Delilah, saw her looking at him, saw the plea there. He hesitated again, but finally knew he had to say something."
"Dude, what the fuck are you doing?" He called. Max looked over at him.
"Whatever I want to. That's where we are now man. We've shot how many people? How many are all dead now? There is nothing we can do now to make the situation worse. So I'm taking something I want here. Something I've wanted for a long time." Max answered.
"But-"
"Quit bitching. Let me take what I want here and then you can have a turn. Or did you bring this one here for that?" He nudged Betty with the gun again. Maurice was quiet.
"Fine, do your thing then."

Max's attention went back to Delilah, feeling now like since Maurice wasn't going to give him trouble, he could really focus on her. She didn't seem to be bending to task on her own, so he was going ot have to get mroe assertive her. His hand gathered a fistful of her hair, and then used that as a way of pulling her head back and then slamming her back down onto his cock. Without a second thought to it now, he sttarted to almsot violently skull fuck her. He could feel the beginning of precum leaking from his cock into her mouth, onto her tongue, knowing he wasn't going to be able ot hold out for very long in a situation like this.

 

[solacing]

her shoulders slumped at the words that left his lips, he was obviously not going to be any help, and it didn’t look like she was getting out of the situation any time soon, though, max’s words crossed her mind, did maurice plan on fucking betty the same? if so, that meant that he couldn’t shoot or hurt betty in any way, which gave her the pass to turn him down.

unwrapping her lips from around his cock, she backed away slowly, well, she tried to, she couldn’t move as much since she was still on her knees, though she did slide away from him, she didn’t want this to happen, she didn’t want to be fucked, or have his....thing anywhere near her, not after everything he had committed in the last hour.

“i-im not doing that, i can’t, i refuse.” her voice was shaky, yet somewhat confident.

 

[Alvis Alendran]

Max grit his teeth, adn shifted the gun from Betty's stomach, pressing it tot he palm of her hand.
"Refuse huh?" He said to Delilah quietly. "Good thing Betty's left handed then, huh?" He pulled hte trigger on the rifle, blasting a clean hole in her palm. Betty shrieked at the action, clutching her hand and curling herself up around the wounded appendage.

"Go on Del, tell her that it was all worth it, that your pride was worth more than her health. Go on tell her. You've never had much trouble tossing people aside when they got too inconvenient, have you?" He snarled at her. He leaned forward and slapped her across the face at that. He pressed the gun agaisnt Beety's knee. "If you want Betty to ever walk again, get that fucking shirt off of you."

Now this here, this was some seriously fucked up shit, Maurice woudl admit that freely, but then they'd murdered dozens of people at this point, so what was this compared tot aht? Barely a blip on the radar.

 

[solacing]

a scream emitted from her lips as she watched the bullet enter through her former friends hand, coming out the other side, making a clear hole, like one you would see in those dumb yet funny movies when someone would get shot and you’d be able to see right through them.

oh my god.

a tear slid down her cheek as she eyed betty, without realising it she had slowly started to back away from both max and betty, she had no doubt already disappointed betty and she had also probably already been disowned as a friend.

you see, the difference between the two of them, betty would’ve had no trouble doing all this stuff, she wouldn’t of minded sucking his cock, or taking her shirt off, and even if nobody was held at gun point, she still would’ve done it.

delilah wasn’t like that, simply because she wasn’t a slut, she didn’t want to fuck anybody especially him under such disgusting circumstances, she already had a feeling betty would eventually die too, the blood pooling around her already gave that away.

with a whimper, her fingers immediately fumbled with the buttons on her shirt, before managing to slide the material off and down her shoulders, leaving her in her bra in front of him, but she did toss the shirt over to betty so she could tie it around her wound, which should stop the bleeding for some time if she did it tight enough.

 

[Alvis Alendran]

Max smiled as he saw the beginnings of Delilah to get the idea that this was not a joke, this was not a negotiation, this was very simply a moment where she would have to do as she was told or he'd vent it on someone else until she did. She'd always made claims as a good person, but even with his doubtrs on that front, he knew she wouldn't let someone else suffer for her choices if she could help it.

He didn't comment as she tossed the now discarded shirt to Betty who whimpered slightly at the action, shakily taking hte material and trying to staunch the bleeding. It wasn't as bad as it could be, there was no aterial damage, so she had some time before the blood loss would be a problem. Max swung the gun away from betty, and placed it against Delilah, sliding hte cold steel up her body to rest under her breasts.
"Nice." he observed, lifting on breast with teh gun barrel as though testing it, weighing it, taking it's measure.

"Now, are you going to come over here and suck my cock good and hard or am I going to put a bullet through Betty's other hand next?" he asked her, moving hte gun off of her, aiming it roughly at Betty, but not at her hand yet, the threat clear adn obvious, but he didn't feel the need to get completely prepared for it yet. His cock bobbed in front of him with the motion, but it would still be easily accessible to her.

 

[solacing]

a whimper moved past her lips as the barrel of the gun rested neatly beneath her breast, a shiver running down her spine at the cold metal. she knew for a fact she wasn’t getting out of this, and betty wasn’t getting out of this, alive at least, if she didn’t cooperate, and she’d be damned if she was going to be the reason another one of her friends died.

at the same time, she didn’t think she could still be friends with betty after this, because bettys wounds could always heal, she could get better, but the emotional and mental damage that she’s gonna come out with after this, she doubted that would ever heal.

taking a deep breath, she slowly crawled back over to her ex best friend, lowering herself to her knees in front of him as she let out a shaky breath, she couldn’t flat out refuse anymore, for obvious reasons. but she could always make him regret forcing her to suck his cock, and make it so he won’t ask again.

that way, she was still doing it, and he couldn’t hurt betty because she was still doing what was asked of her.

placing her palms flatly on the floor, to stable herself, she slowly wrapped her lips around the head of his cock once more, running her tongue along his tip, bobbing her head, before she accidentally sunk her teeth into the sensitive flesh.

 

[Alvis Alendran]

Max sighed for a moment beofre giving a sharp cry as he felt ehr teeth starting to dig into him. He leapt back, and flipped the rifle in his hands around. He drove it right into her forehead to drop her to the ground.
"You fucking bitch! What the fuck are you...no, fuck it." He stepped over to her, and grabbed her by the hair, dragging ehr over to be face to face with Betty. Without another thought, he pressed teh gun to Betty's stomach, and fired, blasting a hole in her body, likely taking out one of her kidneys.

"You wanted to get cute? You wanted to get fucking smart with me? Tell her it was worth it Del, tell her it was worth her life. Because now shes going to bleed to death, slowly, and it's goign to hurt for hours before she goes. Tell her it was worth it." Max demanded, still holding her by the hair. He slung hte rifle over his shulder, and drew out a long balded knife from his belt. He tapped the knife on Delilah's cheek.

"Fucking tell it to her, or I'm goign to carve your name into her face while she's still alive, so that anyone who finds her will know who's fault it was that she died here today."

 

[solacing]

a loud cry escaped her lips as she watched the bullet fly straight through her stomach, shit shit shit. she watched the blood almost immediately pool around her body, she didn’t mean it. she didn’t think he would actually shoot her, he said so himself that his friend was gonna fuck her.

her breathing became erratic as she squeezed her eyes closed, refusing to look at her friend. “It was worth it, i’m sorry.” her voice was barely above a whisper, and it definitely wasn’t worth it, but she didn’t want him to hurt her anymore than she was already going to be, though she wouldn’t be alive for much longer, considering she was bleeding out of two wounds now.

she flinched as his fingers clung to her hair, keeping her in place so she couldn’t crawl over to the girl she wanted so desperately to comfort.

 

[Alvis Alendran]

Max nodded, adn proceeded to drag her off the ground and to her feet. He dragged her a few steps to the right and manhandled her around the taable that was there. She was facing Betty, still in their line of sight from there.
"I was going to try adn make this easy on you, you know that? At least easier. And Betty there was going to be a good hostage. She probably would have made it out of here alive." Max hissed to her as he threw her forward intot he table, her hips hitting it, and he used that motion to press on her back, bending her over the table.

"But now...now it's going to get unplesant for you. Way more than it had to be." Max promised her, bringing his knife down to her pants, sliding the blade under the waist of them, and using the sharp blade to part the material, drawing it down her body, cutting the pants off of her.

Maurice wanted to say something about how Max seemed t be going off the handle, but then again he did just have a girl try to bite his dick off, so maybe going off the rails wasn't such a surprise. If he was honest, he hadn't really known why he'd brought Betty down here really. He'd have to settle for second go at Delilah after Max was done, assuming that Delilah survived this, which was lookig like it was up in the air.

 

[solacing]

a small cry escaped her lips as her hips banged against the corner of the table, no doubt a bruise going to be there by tomorrow, if she even made it out alive long enough to see tomorrow.

she didn’t even care what he was doing to her, she paid no attention to the knife that sliced open her pants, or the aggressive comments he whispered about how it wasn’t going to be pleasant, all she cared about was watching betty, her eyes never leaving hers.

she did however, glance in the direction of maurice, almost as if she was pleading with him again, though she didn’t doubt that he wasn’t going to help her this time, he didn’t do much the first time either but he still at least questioned max.

she was fucked and completely vulnerable.

 

[Alvis Alendran]

Max grinned as he watched the clear smooth skin of her legs come into view, the sight making his breath a little ragged. There had been a lot of times he'd had his fantasies about seeing Delilah in a position like this, though he had to admit those fantasies had her a lot mroe into it than she was here. Reality wasn't perfect. He'd make do.

The knife slipped along her hip, snipping hte edges of her panties off, before doing something similar to her bra, leaving every inch of her exposesd to him now. He had her where he wanted her, and it was time to get started in a moment.

Maurice saw the horrifyied looks on the faces of the people lined up at the wall, many of them looking away, not wanting to see dying Betty or what was about to happen to Delilah. He wasn't Max. he wasn't going to insist they watch it.

Max spit on his pal, rubbing that saliva onto the head of his cock, getting it ready. He lciked his fingers, gathering spit onto them before reaching down to rub his fingers along Delilah's pussy, spreading some moisture along her to make his entry easier, taking a moment to let one of his fingers tweak along her clit just to see what might come from it.

Betty shifted on the floor, spitting out a line of blood, starting to get light headed from a combination of shock and some missing blood. She writhed a moment before gasping, tears in her eyes, adn her hand goign tothe wound, pressing on it to try adn keep the blood from pouring out of her. She kenw she was likely dead, but there was some part of her that still clung tot he hope that she might make it.

 

[solacing]

delilah would’ve never pictured herself here this morning, she would’ve never saw this happening, especially not to the hands of her old best friend, someone she once trusted with her life, though it was partially her fault, given she was the one who left him.

but she still didn’t deserve this.

she squeezed her eyes closed no longer being able to watch betty, she didn’t want to watch her former friend die, mainly because she refused to believe she was going to die, it was clear it was going to happen at some point though, even if she didn’t want to admit it.

her eyes briefly met the students who did put themselves through the horror of watching either her, or betty, and she sent them a small smile in attempt to comfort them, however at the same time they didn’t deserve it if they were okay with watching it.

a small gasp escaped her lips as she felt his finger slide across her pussy, wriggling in discomfort at the feeling.

“s-stop.” she murmured, her voice shaky.

 

[Alvis Alendran]

Max smiled as she gasped at the touch, and he rubbed along her for a few more moments, making sure he had her suitably moist for him. Well, as much as he was going to need to get started.
"Stop? let me think for a second..." He actualyl paused, actually let the moment stretch on before speaking again. "...okay. I'll stop that." He tld her, shifting his stance. He gripped his cock, wincing at the visible bite marks on it from her, and rubbed the head of his cock against her.

"My other plan is better anyway." He said quietly, and started to push his hips forward, leaning on her and the table to make sure she didn't squirm away. He felt the head of his cock start to push into her starting to spread her pussy open for him.

Maurice caught the smile, the attempt to reassure the others, and he felt hismelf a little sad that this was all happening to Delilah like this. She was trying to offer what comfort she could even when she was about to go through what was likely to be the worst things that ever happened to her. It was admirable really.

 

[solacing]

finally taking her focus away from everybody in the room, deciding it was best to focus more on herself in this situation, her fingers clutching tightly around the table in attempt to take her mind off of what was actually happening.

betty had stopped moving by now, and she wasn’t sure whether she was just unconscious or if she had died, but either way her heart clenched, taking her eyes off of her, she squeezed them closed, a single tear sliding down her cheek.

a whimper escaped her lips as she felt him push up into her, wriggling uncomfortably against him. “Max,” she breathed. “You don’t have to do this, please.” she knew her words would fall on deaf ears, but she tried it anyways.

 

[Alvis Alendran]

Max paused in his entry to her, hearing what she was saying. And he knew she was absolutely right.
"You're right. You're absolutely right." He said to her, nodding his head. He gripped her hips, and pulled her onto him, sheathing himself in her in that one single hard motion, gasping at the feeling of her wrapped around his cock like that. He let out a shuddering breath. "But I really want to."

Maurice shook his head. No going back now. Not really easy to convince a teenage boy to stop having sex, even if the other party wasn't into it if they'd started. Still, this was not a good look as far as he was concerned. He stepped over to see what was happening to Betty. She was still, but breathing. It looked like she'd simply locked up in position, tryign to keep the blood loss controled, adn also to still some of the pain. She might pass out soon, but she was still going. He moved back to guard the other people in the library.