Grace needs to ask everybody who sent the complaints to the Principal. She decided to start with Tom. She insists on meeting and he gives her an appointment.. in a warehouse. Will he a be a friend or a foe?
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When Grace arrives, the warehouse looks empty and silent.
Grace looks around, but sees only the cobwebs in the darkness
When Grace arrives, the warehouse looks empty and silent.
Grace calls out, "Tom?"
Grace feels uneasy
Grace thinks, "why on earth did he pick this place??"
Grace steps in, taking care not to step on any spiders
Grace lets her eyes adjust to the semi darkness
Tom: answers "Upstairs", his voice coming muffled. The stairs leading to the next floor look dark.
Grace climbs the creaky staircase
Tom waits for her near to a dusty bed. He leans on the dirty sheets with a hand.
Grace steps out to the second floor
Grace sees Tom at last
Grace: there you are...
Grace: why, are we meeting here?
Tom: Welcome dear. Why, don't you like this place? *asks with a nervous grin*
Grace: its creepy
Grace sees the bed
Grace: what...
Grace: what do you think you're doing, Tom?
Tom: waits for her gaze to reach the bed and moves away from it the same moment. "A bed. I think some of the older students.. uh.. party here. Hehe"
Grace heaves a sigh of relief, "Oh"
Tom: it was a nice discovery I wanted to share with you.
Grace was thinking for a moment that he was going to try something stupid
Tom seems to relax some more. Then with amusement in his eyes he adds "and it's not all."
Grace: what else
Tom: come, come... *approaches the chair and desk
Grace: eww this place is really dusty
Grace: i don't know why i agreed to meet you here
Grace scratches her leg, developing an itch
Tom nimbly jumps on the desk. "Look at that chair". He points at the one with pieces of rope tied to it. "hehe, sorry dear. It looked so urgent that I.. uh.. I thought.."
Grace focuses on the chair in the darkness, "Yes that chair.. what about it?"
Tom whispers "I think someone was tied there" with a conspirational tone.
Grace: really? you think?
Grace narrows her eyes, can't tell if Tom is pulling her leg
Grace: and why would there be anyone tied there?
Grace walks over and touches the rope
Tom: I do not know. But it's thrilling, isn't it? Could be a criminal .. getting killed. Or a girl. I like .. *stops to think* I'm sorry. I have strange, strange dreams since that .. that story in the alley.
Grace: don't EVER talk about the alley please
Grace's face turns red slightly and she thanks the poor lighting that Tom can't see her blush
Tom could not see her blushing because he is looking away. "I'm, I'm sorry. I... I still like you as .. As I told that time. "
Grace recalls with a shudder the humiliation of being forced by the thug to give Tom a handjob
Tom jumps off the table. "But I can't stop thinking about it."
Grace: you have to stop thinking about it
Grace: and talking about it
Grace: did you tell anyone else about it?!
Grace glares at the boy
Grace: There are some rumours going on in school..
Tom just looks down, avoiding her gaze. He takes a long time before he answers. "No. I did not talk . Because I really like you. .. He? Rumors?"
Tom: About what happened in the alley?
Grace: if i find out that it came from you, i'm going to kick your ass
Grace: yes
Grace: nasty rumours
Grace: and
Tom: .. this is so strange *blushing deeply*
Grace: and someone apparently complained to the principal about me
Grace: the principal wouldn't tell me who
Grace: but gave me a week to get the person to retract it
Grace: would you know who might have complained against me?
Tom: complaints? What kind of complaints? *puzzled*
Grace: i don't know
Grace: the principal did not elaborate
Grace: Ah!
Grace: it must be your friend Bobby!
Tom turns away, walking around the table. "It's strange. Well, what kind of complaints could be? You copied your.. Bobby??"
Grace: yes, he always stares at me strangely
Grace: i told him off last week
Grace: to stop following me
Grace: and stop spying on me at the bleachers
Grace: shucks, how do i make him retract the complaint
Tom: I see, I see. Well, I can ask him.
Grace suddenly changes her tone on Tom
Grace: oh really? that would be real sweet of you
Grace: please ask him
Tom nods. "I will. Hey, I'm your friend. I would do what is in my power to help you."
Grace smiles
Grace: ok, thanks Tom
Grace: So it wasn't you?
Grace: who complained against me
Tom: no! But I was thinking, why should Bobby do such a thing. I mean, he likes you too.. well.. not the way I like you, hehe.
Grace: you promise it wasn't you? you swear
Tom: I was not.. eh.. *thinking* wait a moment. What happens with the complaint? I mean, was that something true? What is the principal going to do?
Grace: i don't know what he's going to do..
Grace: but i'm not going to find out
Grace: i need to get it retracted
Tom: what if he does not? He's stubborn...
Grace: who? bobby?
Grace: i'm sure you can talk him into it
Grace: right Tom
Grace: you're my friend aren't you
Tom: yes, Bobby. I think he wants, uh, something from you. In fact it makes me mad. Ah, I think I can. If needed, hehe, I can use my...
Grace sits on the chair
Tom gasps as you sit.
Grace: use your what
Tom: ah. *brain seems temporarily deactivated*
Grace: yes?
Grace crosses her long legs, then uncrosses and stands up
Tom: eh?
Grace: you were saying you could use something
Grace: to make him listen to you presumably?
Tom shakes his head "Yes. If I really insist he's going to do what I.. I mean I'm stronger than him. You .. can you sit again? please?"
Grace looks around the second floor of the warehouse. She can see some crates and boxes strewn around
Grace: why should i sit again?
Grace eyes Tom suspiciously
Tom puffs. "I liked it. Hey, you want my help or not?"
Grace is a little surprised that Tom raised his voice
Grace: okay okay, don't have to shout
Grace reluctantly sits down again
Tom reaches beyond her and suddenly passes the rope around her left wrist. He pulls, the rope biting on her skin.
Grace: hey!
Grace: owww
Grace: tries to pull her wrists free
Grace: what thehell do you think you're doing!
Tom grabs her other wrist with two hands. The knot resists and suddenly she feels the other wrist immobilezed too.
Grace: let me go this instant
Tom is panting beyond her neck.
Grace: let me go.. you creep!
Tom: shh. No need to scream. I can hear you.
Grace struggles, but her wrists are held tight
Grace is gettng scared now
Grace: wwhat do you think you're doing?
Grace: please let me go Tom
Tom walks in front of her. "You wanted to be tied. Why you sit there? You wanted to feel how it is. I will let you go, but let me just look."
Grace: I just sat down coz my legs were tired!
Grace: what are you looking for??
Tom: legs... can I tie your legs too? *kneels in front of her* please.
Grace: my.. my legs??
Grace: no you can't!
Grace tries to close her thighs as the boy squats down in front of her
Grace: you pervert
Grace: (thats too close, one step back)
Tom tries to grab her ankle "Please. I won't touch you or hurt you."
Grace starts to scream
Grace: let me go!!
Grace: don't touch me!!
Tom holds her ankle tight, and pulls it back until it's on the leg if the chair. From there the rope is over her again, just over her shoe.
Grace lets go a shrill scream
Tom jumps away, scared. "Oh my.. I.. I'm sorry. I don't know what is taking me." His eyes cannot leave her shape.
Grace is breathing heavily
Grace lowers her voice... "please let me go.."
Tom looks at her with wide eyes. He moves in jerky motions. He talks slowly "Grace. Do you like me?"
Grace blinks, trying to think what she should say
Grace: "umm.. a little"
Grace: And do you like me?
Grace: if so, you should let me go
Tom: a lot. I'm mad about you. *ignoring your request* open your legs and give me your right ankle. *said calmly*
Grace: no.. why, should i ...
Grace yells as you touch her ankle
Tom: please!
Grace: oh god.. what are you staring at
Grace blushes deep red
Tom pulls her legs open some more and binds her last ankle. "Here. Now you're bound. How do you feel?" He caresses her calf, then stands up in front of her.
Grace shakes her head
Grace: Tom.. please let me go.. this isn't you
Tom suddenly yells "DO tell me how you feel. NOW."
Grace jumps out of her skin as Tom shouts
Grace thinks, "he's a psycho! shit"
Grace: i feel...
Grace: i feel... trapped?
Grace looks up timidly at the guy
Tom nods. He remarks sharply "You are. Are you aroused?"
Grace can't believe her ears, "Arous.. what? nooo..."
Tom bends in front of her, where he can have a perfect view between your legs. He moves his head nearer, smelling.
Grace is terrified now by the normally timid Tom, who has transformed into a psycho
Grace: hey, what are you doing! pervert!
Tom: ah.. so you're not always without panties.
Grace panics. Images of what Fairbanks and other teachers did to her came flooding back
Tom moves a hand under her skirt. His arm trembles.
Grace shuts her eyes, trying to tell herself this is a nightmare
Grace stiffens when your touch registers on her skin
Tom grabs the rim of her panties with two fingers. He tugs, moving them aside. He looks with large eyes.
Grace starts to sob
Grace: pleasee... please stop...
Tom seems not to notice her plea at all. He presses with a finger, searching, awkwardly, not an expert on women anaTomy. After a few rough pokes, he finds a cavity and presses his finger in.
Grace: ohhh
Grace gasps, and tenses at the same time
Tom feels her sweet, velvety grip. He closes eyes and shakes. He grunts.
Grace sobs in humiliation
Tom slides his finger out and stands. He's blushed. And there's a large wet spot on his pants.
Tom: damn.. Grace...*licking his finger*
Grace doesn't notice the wet spot on his pants, since she's still very distressed
Grace is still sobbing
Grace: let me go.... whimpering weakly
Tom sobs too. "You just made me come in my pants! See how much I like you?"
Grace can't believe her ears
Tom puts his hand inside his pants. When he pulls it out,it's glistening. He puts his hand in front of her lips. "Ok .. Grace.. now you lick it and then I'll untie you." He looks calm and determined.
Grace: nooo
Grace shakes her head violently
Grace recalls when the sticky hot stuff from Tom was all over her fingers
Tom pushes his hand on her lips. WIth the other hand he takes hold of her nose, shutting it. "Please, Grace."
Grace: mmmphhh
Grace can't breathe
Grace has no choice but to open her mouth
Tom: open your mouth, darling..like this. *pushes his fingers in her mouth*
Grace shakes her head, shutting her eyes turning her head away
Tom cleans his fingers on her tongue.
Grace feels disgusted and very humiliated
Grace tries to push it out of her mouth
Tom: good.. you were really wet, Grace. I guess you liked this all. *lets go of her and starts untiying her*
Grace pulls away from the loosened ropes and contemplates slapping the guy
Grace decides to run away while she can
Tom helps her up. "I.. I .. I wonder .. I've been not man enough to take you.. I like you too much.." and remains like frozen when she starts to run. He sobs once, she barely hearing him when she's already on the stairs.
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