Blackmail and Betrayal: The Dark Obsession of a Small Town Vixen
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BB P3
Part 3: Blackmail fun
Becky, aka BB, was so stunned and shocked that the day had been utterly lost to her. Her mind worrying about those photos that were taken – that they could be circulated at anytime but at Mr. B’s word, they would not be until he had reason to. This is from the man whom had taking advantage of her repeatedly during the last few days. She quickly left the boys room, dashing out the common room and out into the almost awoken students and faculty. All that mattered was her safety but throughout the day, only about three classes in, her mind endlessly tortured herself about those photos. She was violated in the most cruelest of fashions and she couldn't just blink or let it go. How she managed to float through the day was a mystery. The Mexican, while shy and enclosed, still had friends, and the odd fan or two depending on what day of the week it was. Today was one of those days though, after all, she had a big swimming tournament today… She hadn’t realized that just yet though.
She was distracted so much that after talking with someone, she couldn’t remember who, that she’d went into the girls bathroom completely unaware that the very same group of boys whom had done such acts… so many filthy and unthinkable things to her were stalking her, following her around, moving through the crowds during breaks from class. They shared classes in the same vicinity of each other so that the hunt was rather easy. Of course the guys didn’t intend to do it, it just so happened that way. They had been deep in thought since the Mexican vixen left my dorm room.
Becky looked into the mirror of the bathroom, and the bell had rung, how long had she been in there? She looked at her face, into her watering large black eyes, tears begging to be free. Even if the boys left her alone – and the photos disappeared… my god, what did they do to her. Standing in front of a full length mirror, her hands went into her blue blazer, flipping it open to reveal the white blouse she wore underneath. Cautiously, her eyes went to the door – even though it didn’t matter given the mirror was located on its own little secluded stall, more so a room than anything but still… caution was approaching, she was alone – she hadn’t been alone all day, she didn’t realize it but she didn’t want to be alone but she was now.
No sound came and she slipped her fingers, still injured from the clothing pins being brutally squeezed off them, inside her blazer to the individually, a fully buttoned up blouse, undoing the buttons slowly. She hadn’t looked at her body at all and she was hurting on the occasion through the day, especially after her cold showers numbness dissipated. Exposing her bra covered breasts, flesh urging to be set free, her eyes trailed along her wounded orbs before stretching her hands behind her and unlatching her bra, making it slip off but not all the way to the ground, after all her azure blazer and half of her buttoned up blouse remained on. Her nipples were a menagerie of different colors, ranging from red to black and blue. Her breasts also had a pattern of how the clips were placed them.
She softly rubbed upon her abused breasts with her fingers so chilled and motherly. She felt ugly on the inside and out. She smiled for those pictures. Oh God. Moving the tie that lingered invbetween her breast canyons, she gave a final look to the devastation they wrought upon her precious body. Turning around, her long wool skirt, stretching to her ankles, was lifted upward to her mouth so that her teeth could snatch the lowest portion of the fabric, holding the grey material upward so her white panties, a stark contrasting color compared to her tan flesh was made to be revealed. Hiking the whiteness up her ass cheeks, she looked at the etched into her flesh wallop marks of the pool stick… the hand prints also were easy to see.
Again, a soft hand caressed her plump fleshy cheek – her touch stung, making her quiver. She’d never really looked at herself in the mirror like this, it made her feel… lewd. She couldn’t help herself.
Her hand brushed caressingly along one of the more prominent wounds along her maimed rear end.
Just then the door of the bathroom opened and several people came in. Hurriedly, she placed her clothing on but remained silent, she hadn't finished dressing, but instead dropped her skirt and zipped her blazer, blouse remaining open and tits unbraced. Quietly, she listened as the door to her stall was locked, her pulse raced… her body responded instantly, having been terrified just the night prior and all morning long. They kicked in stall after stall, each door slamming.
“BB, we know your in here and don’t think about screaming. Do you want everyone to know how plump both your lips are?” Mr. B threatened. She hated that Russian prick, but each time she thought about him, she thought about the horrible pain he’d caused her and in turn she grew fearful, mind numbingly so. She remained silent, but still about to panic as she tried to lock the door to do anything to hold it closed, but as soon as she sprung into action the door opened and there they were. All five of the guys. They pounced on her like wolverines.
“Look at that, whore already got her blouse open for us.” Dave said, and Alex choosing to stay back and snap photos of the incident.
“Remember, she has class so don’t… well you know.” Mr. B laughed, enjoying the scene of Becky as she broke down in tears, wrestling with the guys, whispering, begging, pleading until her pleas reached into horrified wails, saying something to the effect of no, not again and You promised you’d… yadayadaya.
Each kid enjoyed fondling her anew, even if she had most of her clothing on but their greedy groping hands found themselves inside her panties in little to no time.
“Do you want someone to see this, see how you are letting us do this to you?” Mr. B said in a mocking voice, his eyes looking casually over to the camera that Alex held.
“Im not letting you do anything” She bitterly spoke through sobs as her defaced body was once again defaced a thousand times over, after all, the wounds were on the mend meaning they hurt a lot more when mincingly groped. Becky was huddled in the corner and the boys had exceptional leverage both physically and picture form over her.
Her wool skirt sauntered by her knees as she was forced to look into the mirror, her ankle white socks clinging her lean, lithe legs. Under Mr.B’s directions, the boys spread her wide in front of the camera, revealing her pussy in all its wounded glory to the horrified Becky.
Becky had not seen her fruit yet, nor did she want to, but as she was forced to look, she realized how thick and pouty her once virgin pussy lips were, so swollen that no pink from the inside of her pussy could be seen, even with her legs spread, her fat ass resting upon the bathroom floor. The room was an extension of the bathroom, but part of the bathroom all the same. The bitter cold of the floor drove at her as much as THE END
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BB P3
Part 3: Blackmail fun
Becky, aka BB, was so stunned and shocked that the day had been utterly lost to her. Her mind worrying about those photos that were taken – that they could be circulated at anytime but at Mr. B’s word, they would not be until he had reason to. This is from the man whom had taking advantage of her repeatedly during the last few days. She quickly left the boys room, dashing out the common room and out into the almost awoken students and faculty. All that mattered was her safety but throughout the day, only about three classes in, her mind endlessly tortured herself about those photos. She was violated in the most cruelest of fashions and she couldn't just blink or let it go. How she managed to float through the day was a mystery. The Mexican, while shy and enclosed, still had friends, and the odd fan or two depending on what day of the week it was. Today was one of those days though, after all, she had a big swimming tournament today… She hadn’t realized that just yet though.
She was distracted so much that after talking with someone, she couldn’t remember who, that she’d went into the girls bathroom completely unaware that the very same group of boys whom had done such acts… so many filthy and unthinkable things to her were stalking her, following her around, moving through the crowds during breaks from class. They shared classes in the same vicinity of each other so that the hunt was rather easy. Of course the guys didn’t intend to do it, it just so happened that way. They had been deep in thought since the Mexican vixen left my dorm room.
Becky looked into the mirror of the bathroom, and the bell had rung, how long had she been in there? She looked at her face, into her watering large black eyes, tears begging to be free. Even if the boys left her alone – and the photos disappeared… my god, what did they do to her. Standing in front of a full length mirror, her hands went into her blue blazer, flipping it open to reveal the white blouse she wore underneath. Cautiously, her eyes went to the door – even though it didn’t matter given the mirror was located on its own little secluded stall, more so a room than anything but still… caution was approaching, she was alone – she hadn’t been alone all day, she didn’t realize it but she didn’t want to be alone but she was now.
No sound came and she slipped her fingers, still injured from the clothing pins being brutally squeezed off them, inside her blazer to the individually, a fully buttoned up blouse, undoing the buttons slowly. She hadn’t looked at her body at all and she was hurting on the occasion through the day, especially after her cold showers numbness dissipated. Exposing her bra covered breasts, flesh urging to be set free, her eyes trailed along her wounded orbs before stretching her hands behind her and unlatching her bra, making it slip off but not all the way to the ground, after all her azure blazer and half of her buttoned up blouse remained on. Her nipples were a menagerie of different colors, ranging from red to black and blue. Her breasts also had a pattern of how the clips were placed them.
She softly rubbed upon her abused breasts with her fingers so chilled and motherly. She felt ugly on the inside and out. She smiled for those pictures. Oh God. Moving the tie that lingered invbetween her breast canyons, she gave a final look to the devastation they wrought upon her precious body. Turning around, her long wool skirt, stretching to her ankles, was lifted upward to her mouth so that her teeth could snatch the lowest portion of the fabric, holding the grey material upward so her white panties, a stark contrasting color compared to her tan flesh was made to be revealed. Hiking the whiteness up her ass cheeks, she looked at the etched into her flesh wallop marks of the pool stick… the hand prints also were easy to see.
Again, a soft hand caressed her plump fleshy cheek – her touch stung, making her quiver. She’d never really looked at herself in the mirror like this, it made her feel… lewd. She couldn’t help herself.
Her hand brushed caressingly along one of the more prominent wounds along her maimed rear end.
Just then the door of the bathroom opened and several people came in. Hurriedly, she placed her clothing on but remained silent, she hadn't finished dressing, but instead dropped her skirt and zipped her blazer, blouse remaining open and tits unbraced. Quietly, she listened as the door to her stall was locked, her pulse raced… her body responded instantly, having been terrified just the night prior and all morning long. They kicked in stall after stall, each door slamming.
“BB, we know your in here and don’t think about screaming. Do you want everyone to know how plump both your lips are?” Mr. B threatened. She hated that Russian prick, but each time she thought about him, she thought about the horrible pain he’d caused her and in turn she grew fearful, mind numbingly so. She remained silent, but still about to panic as she tried to lock the door to do anything to hold it closed, but as soon as she sprung into action the door opened and there they were. All five of the guys. They pounced on her like wolverines.
“Look at that, whore already got her blouse open for us.” Dave said, and Alex choosing to stay back and snap photos of the incident.
“Remember, she has class so don’t… well you know.” Mr. B laughed, enjoying the scene of Becky as she broke down in tears, wrestling with the guys, whispering, begging, pleading until her pleas reached into horrified wails, saying something to the effect of no, not again and You promised you’d… yadayadaya.
Each kid enjoyed fondling her anew, even if she had most of her clothing on but their greedy groping hands found themselves inside her panties in little to no time.
“Do you want someone to see this, see how you are letting us do this to you?” Mr. B said in a mocking voice, his eyes looking casually over to the camera that Alex held.
“Im not letting you do anything” She bitterly spoke through sobs as her defaced body was once again defaced a thousand times over, after all, the wounds were on the mend meaning they hurt a lot more when mincingly groped. Becky was huddled in the corner and the boys had exceptional leverage both physically and picture form over her.
Her wool skirt sauntered by her knees as she was forced to look into the mirror, her ankle white socks clinging her lean, lithe legs. Under Mr.B’s directions, the boys spread her wide in front of the camera, revealing her pussy in all its wounded glory to the horrified Becky.
Becky had not seen her fruit yet, nor did she want to, but as she was forced to look, she realized how thick and pouty her once virgin pussy lips were, so swollen that no pink from the inside of her pussy could be seen, even with her legs spread, her fat ass resting upon the bathroom floor. The room was an extension of the bathroom, but part of the bathroom all the same. The bitter cold of the floor drove at her as much as THE END
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